Brad's Visit

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**027 - Marine's First Visit

Marine's First Visit

I'd been corresponding (emailing) with three Marines in Iraq for quite some time, and sending them packages periodically. I invited each one of them to drop by for a visit when they get back to the States, even to stay overnight if they had time, if they happen to be passing through our area on their way home or to their next duty station. One of them, we found out early on, was sort of a local boy. His family lived near a small town close by, which made him sort of special to us. It was more than that that made him special to me; I have a picture of him and he's fuckin' good looking, not to mention the way he fills out his uniform. Well, he rotated back to the States and called to take me up on my invitation. I was excited as hell. (He had to report back to duty at the end of the week, and was scheduled to rotate back to Iraq one more time.

I was a bundle of nerves waiting for him to arrive. I felt weak in the knees when I opened the door and invited him in; they had almost buckled under me when I looked out the window and saw him getting out of his vehicle. Fuck!!! The only thing better would've been if he'd been in uniform, but he filled out his jeans just fine, and I didn't think the bulk of his shoulders and chest was all from the heavy jacket he was wearing. He apologized for not answering my last email and was very appreciative of my offer to visit and have a chance to thank me for all of my support.

It had been and was still snowing like hell. He came in, took off his coat and his shoes, although I told him he didn't have to, and his pants legs were wet about half way to his knees from the deep snow, so he rolled them up.

I gave him a hard hug, told him I was damn glad he was home in one piece. I think it surprised him, but he hugged me back. It was like hugging a rock! And damn, he smelled good; must've just gotten out of the shower, and he was clean-shaven. He sat down in the swivel rocker opposite me. I got us both a cup of coffee and we started talking about his duty over in Iraq and the Marines in general. He'd been over there three times so he had a lot of stories to tell but I had to sort of drag them out of him. He was 22, single, and even better looking than his picture, and damn, the way he filled out his sweat shirt and jeans....!! BIG arms showing inside the sleeves and his chest stuck out, fairly exuding power. He was interesting as hell to listen to, and he wanted to hear all about my time in the military; which was not nearly as interesting, compared to his, but the younger guys seem to want to know all about us "older" guys who came before them, and he really showed a lot of respect for me and my service. We really hit it off and had a good time.

The conversation got around to women...actually, I steered it around to women, which wasn't too hard to do....I asked him about a girlfriend. He said there was sort of a girlfriend but nothing serious, just a girl he dated before he went in and it was nice to have somebody to write to and get letters from. I asked him about women over there. He said it was "dry" over there, couldn't even look at an Iraqi woman, let alone gets anywhere close to one.

I asked him about fellow Marines, the female Marines.....he said there were none in his unit. His small unit was stationed out in the ass end of the big sand pile, so he was literally left high and dry. I remarked that I guessed he'd made up for it when he got back to the States and American women. He laughed and said not yet, but he planned on it; said he wanted to come visit me first and thank me for what I'd done for him, and the guys in his unit. Okay, he had his priorities straight.

I told him I wished there was more I could've done for him, thinking I could make it a reference to the packages I'd sent him if I had to use that to back off from what really meant. He laughed and said there wasn't much I could've done about "that" situation; meaning the lack of women. I joked back with "Oh, don't be too sure," and quickly added that I expected he managed to "take care of things" himself.....and then added, "I know you didn't forget how." He caught my meaning--about jacking off--and rather embarrassed, admitted that yeah, it was like riding a bicycle, you never forgot how, but there wasn't a lot of opportunity. I told him I remembered that frustration from when I was in the Army. He laughed, like he was a little embarrassed about talking about jacking off, but he seemed okay with us joking around after I included myself in it. I told him I'd thought about sending him some condoms but didn't know what size, or maybe they furnished them. He said no, they didn't furnish them because they weren't supposed to be fucking around, but guys did get them sent from home. We both thought it was dumb of the military not make condoms available since there were a lot of units with men and women and the inevitable was bound to happen.

I went to get us some more coffee and he followed me into the kitchen and he had a funny little, sort of mischievous smile on his handsome face when I turned and handed his cup to him. I smiled back and he sort of furrowed his brow with his smile with a curious look over the top of his coffee cup and he asked me, "If you don't mind me asking.....what you would mean by that?"

I asked him, "What?" Knowing full well what he was talking about...... Yess! I had pushed the right button.

"A minute ago....if I'm not out of line asking, and if I am, you can punch my lights out....when you said `don't be too sure'....you wished there was something you could've done to help me out?"

Yeah, right, like I was gonna be stupid enough to try to punch a Marine's lights out!!! I smiled, sort of a knowing grin and said, "I think you're smart enough to figure it out; already have."

He blinked and his face lit up in total surprise. He just looked at me, still smiling and said, "No shit? Are you serious??

He was catching on real fast. I told him, "I wouldn't shit you about something like that."

He said, "Fuck" and kept smiling that great big smile and said, "Fuck, man, I sure wouldn't mind, if you're really serious. I mean....shit, it's been so long since I had any real sex other than my fist."

I told him, "You wanta get your high-and-tight Marine ass out of those wet jeans, I'll show you how serious I am. And I can put your jeans in the dryer."

He sort of blinked again and gulped, and set his coffee cup down and started to pull his sweatshirt off, but then hesitated, as if to be sure I was really serious.

"High-and-tight refers to the haircut," he said.

"It refers to your Marine ass, too," I said.

"You're really serious," he said.

"Yeah, I'm serious, go ahead and take it off," I told him. "It's the least I can do for all you've been through over there. I admit, though, I was a little unsure about you being a homophobe or something, like I'd heard a lot of Marines are."

He laughed and said, "Here's an inconvenient truth; when it comes to blowjobs, there's no such thing as a homophobe Marine."

I took his sweatshirt and laid it over a chair then reached out and tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans. That was all the encouragement he needed. He raised his arms for me to peel off his T-shirt. Fuck, even his shirt smelled good. He laughed when I put it up to my face to smell it. Fuck, he was in shape!!!! Pale from protecting himself from the hot sun over there. Actually, in shape is an understatement. He was all muscle. Nice thick, broad chest muscles and tight abs that rippled when he moved. Big arms, tanned, and broad shoulders. I ran my hand over his muscles and started getting excited.

"Let's go back in the living room." I reached for his coffee cup and asked him if he wanted it; he laughed and said no. He reached to unbutton his jeans but I guided him back into the living room to the couch where I pushed him down. He slouched down and I brushed his hands away and undid his jeans myself. He rose up for me to pull them off and I brought his briefs off with them. Whew! Yeah, I said it out loud.

"Whew!"

He laughed.

"Do that again," I told him.

"What?"

"Laugh," I said, laying my hand on his stomach.

He was embarrassed that I was making a fuss over his muscles but he couldn't help laughing again.

"Fuck, with these abs, you don't need body armor," I said.

He'd already started getting pretty excited just talking about it. His big old cock flopped out and swung up over his hip, thick as hell. He was neatly cut, with a nice big, thick, mushroom head, and a nice network of bluish veins. It was a fuckin; beautiful cock, and a pair of balls to die for. I pulled his jeans and shorts off and laid them aside. He said, shouldn't I close the blinds.....I have big pictures windows almost ceiling to floor and the neighbors could see in if they walked past. I got up and closed the blinds. Then I picked up his jeans and handed them to him, told him to empty the pockets and I would put them in the dryer.

"You don't have to do that," he said.

"It's no big deal," I said, thrusting his jeans at him.

"Is there time?" he asked, as he emptied the pockets.

"Depends on how long you last; I've got all day," I told him.

I took his jeans to the laundry room and turned the dryer on high then went back to the living room and came back to my knees between his legs that he had splayed apart.

"Fuck, man, this is beautiful," I told him. "You're a beautiful hero." He laughed, embarrassed. I said, "I know you studs all get embarrassed at that, and say you're just doing your job over there, but you're all heroes to us back home."

He had his hand sort of laid over his manhood, almost like he was trying to hide it; I thought it looked sort of boyish. I lifted his hand and laid it on the sofa cushion, told him it was too late to try to hide it, I'd already seen it. Godd, even his hands were sexy!! I tried to imagine what they would feel like wrapped around my cock, or those big, thick fingers probing around in my ass. I put my hand on him and started mauling his meat and he slouched down and laid his head back on the couch with his eyes closed. I hefted his balls in my hand....fuck, they were big and heavy....and leaned down and started kissing them. He sighed a moan something like, "Awwwh, that feels so good!"

"Bet you missed your girlfriend doing this for you," I murmured, my voice muffled in his balls.

"Naw, she never did anything like this for me," he said.

"She never gave you head?" I asked, sounding surprised.

"No, she was always afraid I would go off in her mouth."

"Yeah, girls are always afraid of that," I said.

"You're not?" he asked with a grin.

"No, not a bit."

"Awww, shit," he moaned. "And you're gonna let me?"

"I'm gonna be damned pissed if you don't." I gave his balls a good workout. He gasped and winced and put his hand on my head when I worked them both in my mouth, but then he settled down when he saw I wasn't going to hurt him all that bad.....just a little good hurt from mauling them around with my tongue. I popped them out a few minutes later and said, "Scary, ain't it, having your balls on the other side of a guy's teeth."

He said yeah, and laughed. He pushed his cock up from his stomach, like he was offering it to me. He was totally hard.

"Damn, Marine, that is one impressive hunk of meat," I said.

"Thanks," he said, with his smile that was always there.

I licked up and down the shaft a few times and licked off the ball juice that was bubbling out but I wasn't ready for his cock yet. Actually, I was dying for it, but I was sort of teasing him, saving his cock for last. I wanted to try something else that I didn't think his girlfriend would ever do for him. I licked my way down his tall cock, to his balls, lifted them up and licked down under them. He smelled great, and I breathed in with a little gasp as I lashed my tongue back and forth across the miracle inch between his balls and his ass crack.

"Awwwhh, fuck," he moaned as he slid down on the couch so his butt was over the edge of the cushions, giving me easier access. I doubted very much if he'd ever had anybody do this to him, but he had caught on and he wanted it. Actually, I doubted if he'd ever done anything with another guy. I paused and asked him.

"You ever do anything like this with another guy?"

"No."

"But it's okay if I do," I said, teasing him.

"Fuck, yeah, don't stop now," he said.

"Why don't you stretch out here on the floor where I can get at you," I said, shoving the coffee table out of the way. I took the two oversized pillows off the couch and threw them on the floor.

He scrambled onto the floor and stretched out with his head propped up on the pillows, his hands folded behind his head. I had intended one of the pillows for under his hips but I didn't say anything.

"I like the way you take orders," I said, laughing. I got between his legs and went to work on him again. Started with his balls till I had him squirming, then I lifted them up and began licking at his butt again. He smelled good and he tasted good, like he'd just gotten out of the shower. The clean smell of soap along with a gentle male musk mixed in; it was like being on drugs. I spread his butt apart a little and lapped into the crevice.

"Aww, Fuck! Where're you going with this?" he moaned, and lifted his legs.

I took hold of his hairy calves and shoved his legs up toward him. He hooked his arms under his knees and pulled them higher. "Yeah, now I can get to you," I said.

"Yeah, I was hoping," he said, laughing softly.

"Fuck, what a feast," I murmured as I dove in with my tongue lashing at his asshole.

"Awwwhhh! Fuucckkkk!" he cried out softly. "Mannn, I don't believe you're doing this!"

I got him nice and relaxed till his asshole was palpitating and opening up for my tongue. I pulled his hole apart and drove my tongue into his hole. I could see him cringing, holding in his outcry. Suddenly he was gasping, breathing like a woman in labor, and he finally clasped both hands on my head to stop me.

"It's getting too good and I don't wanta cum all over myself," he said.

"I don't want you to either," I said. "Tell me when you're close; I'll get back on your cock."

"You want it in your mouth? My load?" he asked again, still sounding surprised.

"Absolutely."

"You got it," he said. "But I don't wanta cum yet."

"Just let me know, I'll help hold you off. Fuck, I could do this all day," I told him.

He laughed. "I don't think I could, not without going crazy."

"Oh, I intend to drive you crazy," I said.

"Well, you're doing a pretty good job of it so far."

I shoved my tongue back up inside his ass again and he cringed again, like he could barely stand it. With his head propped up on the pillows I was able to watch his face, and I had to smile....almost laugh....at his facial expressions. Couple of times it looked like he was looking cross-eyed. And he was grabbing at his cock now. I didn't know why he didn't just take hold and jack it off, except maybe he was afraid to touch it for fear of going off. I thought it was his macho stud factor; that he didn't want to be the big tough Marine jacking himself off in front of me. But he was touching it and grabbing hold for a quick squeeze. I thought his cock was probably getting pissed at him for that. Finally, I decided to give it the attention it deserved. I abandoned his delectable ass and munched on his balls for a moment before moving up to the root of his cock. It was thick, with a wide seminal vein coming out of his body, which made me wonder what kind of load he might deliver. With that and the heft of his balls, I had high hopes.

I licked up the length of his cock; it bobbed up and down at my tongue, and quivered violently when I lashed my tongue back and forth on the underside just below the rim. His hips started jerking, like his cock was pulling them up when it jerked; he was so hot!

"Aww, fuck, man get on it.....suck it!" he groaned

I pulled his cock upright and went down on it. He was about eight inches, thicker than average, but a comfortable challenge for me. I mean, I didn't just gulp him down like a drink of water but I worked him up into my throat fairly easily then started sucking him. He clasped his hands behind his head and planted his feet on either side of me and started humping his cock into my mouth and moaning. The way he was fucking my mouth, almost with desperation, I decided to stay on his cock to the finish. I figured he really needed this. I was a little surprised that he lasted as long as he did, considering that he'd been essentially "dry" for so long, but I didn't think he was trying to hold off anymore; he was wanting to cum real bad. I don't think he could have held off if he'd tried. By that time his body, his cock, had taken control.

I played with his balls while I sucked him, wrapped my fist around them and pulled on them pretty hard and he seemed to like that, even though he winced and moaned like it hurt. My mouth was watering so bad that his balls were wet with my drool and I got the idea to use some of it to good advantage. He liked my tongue in his ass; I wondered how he would feel about a finger. I was aware of the possible risk....this was a Marine I had on my floor....but if I could just get one finger through his hole and deep enough to find his prostate, I knew I would have him hooked. I'd had a lot of straight guys who loved to have their asses fingered while getting their cocks sucked.

Using my drooling spit, I started out massaging his asshole with the tip of my finger as I sucked his cock. He liked that; started squirming around on my finger. So far, so good. I kept doing that while I sucked him, hoping that the attention I was giving his cock would distract from my finger. Things were going along fine. I kept rubbing his hole harder, till I managed to push the tip of my finger through. That's when he grabbed my wrist and said "Huh-uh." I didn't argue with him. I went back to just rubbing his asshole, which he was okay with. In fact, I think that contributed to his going off quicker than he would have, although we were probably at it a good twenty minutes before it happened.

He couldn't lie still. He writhed and twisted his butt around on the floor, thrust and pumped his hips, splayed his legs out stiff. I loved that, seeing his massive thigh muscles bulge and ripple. At one point he brought his legs up and locked those huge thighs around my head and fucked my mouth for all he was worth. It was a bit scary; I was afraid he might get too wild and break my neck.

He didn't warn me that he was about to go off. He didn't have to. His body conveyed the message loud and clear. He blew a load that he must've been saving up for months. The stuff fairly gushed out of his cock, it felt like ropes of it. It was thick and I didn't know whether it was something he'd eaten or drank, or if it was just because it was Marine cum shooting in my mouth, but he tasted awesome. I think my whimpering moans of pleasure were louder than his. His body shook and trembled almost uncontrollably as he emptied his big Marine load into my welcoming mouth, and I felt humbled that I was privileged and able to give him such intense pleasure; a boy who had lived in danger and laid his life on the line for others. It crossed my mind, how awesome it was that I was able to reduce this young trained killer to a trembling mass of muscle....to make him human again.

Very gradually, he came down from his climax, his chest heaving to catch his breath, his head laid back on the pillows and sprawled out, with the muscles in his thick neck bulging. I wallowed his rubbery cock in my mouthful of warm cum, polishing the head with his own cum, then sucked hard on the flesh tube to draw out every bit of his precious semen. At the same time I was savoring the taste of him, pressing the thick globules against the room of my mouth to extract every bit of flavor from them. When he felt me swallowing he lifted his head up with a gaping look.

"Holy shit, you are swallowing it!" he exclaimed. "Fuck, this is so hot, watching you gulp down my cum."

I would've kept paying homage to his magnificent manhood longer but it was getting too sensitive and he stopped me.

"Awwwhhh, fuck, you gotta stop, I can't take any more," he said.

I rose up from it and his cock fell heavily across his stomach. I finished swallowing his load.

"Fuck," he breathed, watching me intently.

I smiled and licked my lips. "Was that okay?" I asked.

"My Godd!" he gasped. "Are you kidding?"

"Yeah, that was fuckin' awesome," I said as I continued kissing his cock.

He gulped and swallowed and tried to catch his breath.

"You okay, Marine?" I asked with a smile.

"I don't know. Fuck, I never had anything like that before in my life," he said between gasps for air.

I moved up beside him, lying on my side, my head propped up on one arm. I laid my hand gingerly on his muscled chest, not a loving gesture because I wasn't sure how this stud Marine would react now that his lust had been satisfied and drained. But he didn't seem to mind me touching him.

"That was fuckin' fantastic," he said.

"Yeah. That was a hell of a load. How long have you been saving that?" I asked.

"You said you wanted it in your mouth," he reminded me.

"I did, I'm not complaining that it was a whopping load," I said.

"I guess I should've warned you. That's pretty normal for me," he said. He laughed, or half laughed, half sobbed, his body tightening up, the layers of muscle of his abs drawing up like a bridge across his middle. "I'm all shaky inside. Feels like an earthquake happening inside me," he said.

I rubbed his chest, tweaking his nipples with my fingers raking over them.

"Ohhhh," he gasped, surprised.

"That feel good?"

"Yeah....weird, but good. Didn't know I had feelings there."

"Let me do this, I'll show you," I said and leaned over him to suck on his right tit.

"Aawwwhhh," he moaned softly and put his hand on the back of my head.

Since he liked it, I gave his tits more attention, moving from one side to the other, kissing his hard chest muscles and licking all around them. He guided me back and forth, saying, "Fuck, that feels good."

"Yes, I can tell," I said, laughing softly, eyeing his cock, which had suddenly begun to take on new life. "I can see your tits are hot-wired to your cock," I joked, squeezing his cock.

"Fuck, I'm never gonna find anybody else to do this, what you're doing," he moaned.

All the time I was talking, I was kissing his chest and his tits and rubbing my hand over his hard stomach. His cock beckoned, as it extended up across his stomach, as if it were trying to reach my hand. His stomach tightened and trembled.

"Still having aftershocks?" I asked as I rubbed his stomach.

"I think I'm gonna be feeling aftershocks for days," he said, laughing, his hard ab muscles dancing under my hand.

I ran my hands down over his muscular thighs and between them, cupping and mauling his balls, while I gradually worked my way down his stomach with my mouth, toward his throbbing cock. It was a short journey.....his cock reached a long way up over his abs. He let out a gasped moan......"Ohh, No, not again,".....as I took his cock in my mouth. I laughed around his cock.

I sucked and drooled and whimpered with my own pleasure over being privileged to give this big, tough Marine such pleasure. It was wonderful, beyond belief. I could tell it was going to take longer the second time; he was more relaxed and not so pent up to just get a load off. Again, my drool ran down his cock and over his balls and again, I used it to massage between his taut butt muscles. He didn't tighten up on me this time. They were still taut, but he had a naturally hard butt. He even spread his legs apart to give me better access. He seemed to be inviting me back so I decided to try again. I worked my finger between his buns to find his hot hole and when he still didn't protest, I pressed the tip of my finger against his hole. He reached down and took hold of my wrist again, but it wasn't a very tight grip and he just held it; didn't try to move my hand or anything, like he was just waiting to see what I was going to do.

I rose up from his cock and looked into his rather bewildered eyes.

"It's okay, I'm smart enough not to try anything stupid with you.....just let me do it," I told him.

He looked at me for a few seconds, unsure.

"Promise, you're gonna like it," I said.

He gave me a little nod and let go of my wrist. Yesss! Oh, Godd, he was going to let me shove my finger in his ass! I was going to make him so happy!! I went back down on his cock as I worked my finger in gently and slowly, and he made no attempt to stop me this time; just winced a little when I shoved through his sphincter. I knew it didn't hurt, especially with what I was doing to his cock....I think it just surprised him that it so felt, and I was surprised that he was letting me do it. I kept watching his face while I sucked his cock to get his reaction to everything I was doing. I saw his mouth form "Ohh, Wow!" as I drove my finger in deeper. And his eyes popped and his mouth dropped open when I found his prostate.

He lurched a little and tightened up, but when I started massaging it, he relaxed.

"Ohhh, Fuucckkkk!" he cried softly, and a minute later he was squirming his high-and-tight Marine ass around on my hand. He wasn't exactly fucking himself with it, but he was sure enjoying it.

I made no attempt to even try to hold him off. He lasted longer anyway, from being his second time and I concentrated on taking him as high as I possibly could and causing him to have the most mind-boggling climax he'd ever had in his young life. I think I succeeded.

He rode the wave. His grinding, thrusting hips drove his cock into my throat with a steady rhythm while at the same time, prodding and massaging his prostate against my finger. The entire time he was building up to his climax with not a thought of holding off, till he soared past the point of no return and hit a crescendo that must have rocked his brains. He got so hot and excited he couldn't even cry out. He gasped and moaned and gurgled on his outcries and choked them down while he clawed at the carpet. He grabbed a pillow and put it over his face to muffle his outcries.

I reached up and took the pillow. "It's okay, let it out. Nobody's going to hear you," I said.

"Ohh, Godd!.....Ohhh,Geezusss!.....Awwwhhh, fuck, I'm cummin'!"

Then he dumped what I could not believe, for a second load so soon after the first. It was like he was emptying the reserve tanks.....stuff that had been stored all those months and was released only by my finger on his prostate.

I swallowed his second load a little at a time, to savor it, and to let the big stud know just how much I liked his cum. Damn, he tasted wonderful.....his second load was even better than his first. When I swallowed, I pulled his cock into my throat along with his cum and milked it with my throat muscles.

It was a long time before his body eased down from its arched thrusting position and he stopped trembling. All the while, I kept my finger in his ass, although not moving, and his cock in my mouth, not sucking. I just held him like that, in limbo.

"My Goddd!" he finally exclaimed with a heaving sigh.

I gently extracted my finger from his ass and gave the head of his cock a few slurps then rose up from it. I smiled at him.

"I was going to ask you how it was, but I guess that pretty well sums it up, huh?" I said, laughing.

"Damn, I never had anything feel so good," he said. "I thought the top of my head was gonna blow off when I came that second time. Fuck, it was so intense."

"Yeah, I should've warned you, it was gonna be a ball buster," I said.

"What the hell were you doing in there, with your finger? I mean, what is that you were touching?"

I was and am amazed how many men have no idea what their prostate can do for them, but I love showing them. They know they've got one but they don't know what it's for.

"That's your prostate. It's kinda like your nerve center." I said.

"Yeah, I've had it checked before, but it never felt like that," he said. He heaved a big sigh and stretched his legs out, like they were cramped. I rose up on my haunches and began rubbing and massaging his hard thigh muscles. "Like I said before, I'm never gonna find anybody to do this," he said.

I chuckled softly. "Stud, there are guys everywhere you go, just drooling to get their hands on guys like you, especially military. You just gotta learn how to recognize them."

"I wouldn't know what to look for," he said. "You shocked my socks off when you came on to me. I sure as hell wasn't looking for it."

"I wasn't expecting to end up like this with you, either," I said. "I was hoping like hell when I saw you get out of your vehicle, but I never imagined I stood a chance."

"So, how would I do that, learn how to recognize it?" he asked. "Not that I'm going to go around trying to get picked up by guys, but if the opportunity happened to present itself.....I mean how do I know a guy is interested?"

"There are a lot of signals they might send out. Like a guy lingering close by, like if you're at the mall or something. Or a quick glance down at the front of your jeans. You can be walking down the mall or down the street, watch to see if he glances down at your crotch, then see if he looks back up. Eye contact is a dead giveaway. You walk on past, look around; if he's looking back, he's interested. If you're interested in him, stop and look in a store window, or tie your shoe. But don't squat down to tie your shoe, that could be interpreted that you wanta do him.....you're down in the position."

"Damn, you know all the tricks," he said, laughing, as he got to his feet.

"Do you have to go?" I asked as I stood up.

"Yeah, I need my jeans," he said as he was pulling his shorts on.

I went to the laundry room and got his jeans out of the dryer. They were still a little damp. I handed them to him but jerked them back. He laughed.

"Damn, I hate to see you put these on," I said, handing them back to him. I watched rather intently as he shoved one leg then the other inside his jeans. I really did hate to see him cover those beautiful thighs and those bulging shorts. When he started to pull them up I stepped in front of him and stopped him.

"Do you mind....," I said as I groped the front of his shorts then went to my knees. "Just a kiss goodbye," I said as I pulled the front of his shorts down to let his big cock fall out. I planted several wet, loving kisses on the shaft then one on the head. I didn't take it in my mouth. Then I stood back up, pulling his shorts back up over his manhood. He was looking at me like he thought I was crazy.

"Godd, I sure never expected this," he said.

"Neither did I."

"Man, what a welcome home."

"No more than you deserved," I said.

When he was dressed he went to the front hall for his shoes and jacket. He looked at himself in the mirror.

"Don't worry, it doesn't show, what we did," I told him, laughing.

He started to blush.

"Listen.....thanks," he said, and surprised me by giving me a big hug, harder than we had hugged when he came in.

"Fuck, you feel good," I said.

He laughed.

"Listen, stud, what you said about not ever having anybody to do this for you again....hell, anytime, buddy. Just give me a call when you're home. There's always more where that came from. In fact, there's a lot more I can show you."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" he asked with a smile of interest.

"Well, if you've never fucked a guy in the ass, you don't know what you're missing," I said.

He just looked at me for a minute then said, "You're saying you would let me fuck you?" And he glanced at his watch.

I laughed and squeezed the front of his jeans. "Yeah, that's what I'm saying, but stop looking at your watch....not this time...you need to get home to your parents."

"Oh, Man, now I've got this to think about for the next how many months," he groaned as he squeezed his crotch.

"Only till you get back home, Marine," I told him.

I was sorely tempted to kiss him before I opened the door, or try, but I didn't think he would go for it. Instead, I squeezed his butt. He laughed and said, "You like that high-and-tight Marine ass, don't you?"

"You know it," I said.

Then he surprised me again by reaching back and grabbing my butt and squeezing real hard. "I just wanta remember what that feels like, for when I get back," he said with a mischievous grin. He stepped outside, still holding the door, and turned back to me and said, "Thanks again......for everything."

I put my hand on his that was holding the door.

"Stay safe," I told him, and started to choke up.

"I will," he declared, rather emphatically, with a little frown, as if he couldn't understand my deep concern for him.

The End

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**028 - Marine's Second Visit

Marine's Second Visit

It'd been several months and my Marine was home on another short leave and he came to visit. It was snowing like hell the first time he came and he was all bundled up. Not all bad because he took his boots off and rolled his wet pants legs up, which gave me cause to offer to put them in the dryer. He showed up this time, driving a Jeep, dressed in an off white T-shirt with banded sleeves and collar and khaki cargo shorts that came about mid-thigh. Instead of his jump boots he had on civilian hiking boots and the outfit was topped off with a baseball cap and military-style dark glasses. He looked like a stud, and he knew it. I watched him get out of the Jeep. Even the way he put his legs out and set his boot on the ground was studly.

He adjusted his cap as he looked all around and took off his glasses, with an attitude like, "I'm here." He sure as fuck was. And we both knew why he was here this time. I've inserted our conversation from his first visit, when he was getting ready to leave, as a reminder.

"Listen.....thanks," he said, and surprised me by giving me a big hug, harder than we had hugged when he came in.

"Fuck, you feel good," I said.

He laughed.

"Listen, stud, what you said about not ever having anybody to do this for you again....hell, anytime, buddy. Just give me a call. There's always more where that came from. In fact, there's a lot more I can show you."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" he asked with a smile of interest.

"Well if you've never fucked a guy in the ass, you don't know what you're missing," I said.

He just looked at me for a minute then said, "You're saying you would let me fuck you?" And he glanced at his watch.

I laughed and squeezed the front of his jeans. "Yeah, that's what I'm saying, but stop looking at your watch....not this time...you need to get home to your parents."

"Oh, Man, Now I've got this to think about for the next how many months," he groaned as he squeezed his crotch.

"Only till you get back home, Marine," I told him.

So he was back home, this time from Camp Lejeune instead of Iraq. He would be going back to Iraq, which was the reason for him getting leave home. He stomped one boot then came up the curved walkway. I watched from the window. Fuck! This was like a dream unfolding. He looked bigger, still rock solid, probably gained back to his normal weight that he had lost in the heat of Iraq. His chest looked thicker and there seemed to be more depth to his stomach muscles that I could make out through the thin material of his shirt. The banded sleeves were stretched around big biceps. His thighs....I almost had to sigh over his thighs, the way the powerful muscles rippled and bulged with each step.

I stepped back from the window and waited a few seconds after his first knock before opening the door. He was all smiles when I opened it, grinning from ear to ear, and his snappy dark eyes dancing with excitement. Yeah, he knew why he was here.

"Hey, Man, it's great to see you again," he said.

"Great to see you again, Brad," I said, barely got it out before he pulled me into a tight bear hug. It was the other way around last time. I mean tight. And I mean bear. I said before it was like hugging a rock....this was like the rock hugging back.

"You're looking great," I said as I held him back at arm's length and looked him up and down. "No, you're looking HOT!"

He laughed, trying not to look embarrassed, but he knew he looked hot.

I led him in and locked the door. Then I walked over and closed the blinds.

He laughed. "Guess I don't have to remind you this time," he said.

"Beer?" I asked.

"Definitely," he said. He followed me into the kitchen.

I looked over my shoulder, smiled and said, "You know what happened the last time you followed me into the kitchen.

He laughed again and I noticed the movement of his stomach muscles under his snug shirt. "Hey, it worked the first time," he said.

"I hate to see you go back over there," I said, handing him his beer.

He shrugged, like was not big deal. "I know my way around. Hopefully this will be my last tour."

I raised my beer bottle. "To your safe return."

We clanked bottles and each took a healthy drink. It was good. It was hot out.

We went into the living room where he took the same chair as before, and I sat on the couch. I asked how his parents were, he said fine, but then did a little grimace.

"Well, my mom's not so fine," he said. "She broke down and cried last night when I told her I was going back and told me she had a bad feeling about this time. I told her it's just like the other times, only I've got more experience under my belt....I know what I'm doing more every time I go over."

"And that didn't help," I said.

"Nope. I tried to get sort of disgusted with her, told her I was a big boy; I could take care of myself. She looked me right in the eye....I never seen her eyes look like that before.....she said, `That's what four thousand other boys said.' That gave me a chill right down to my asshole. I shut up. Just kissed her on the forehead and held her till she stopped crying."

"How about your dad?" I asked.

"He's okay. He was in the Marines, too. He knows it's something I have to do. Not just because they're sending me back and I've got no choice. It's something I wanta do. You don't get to pick your wars. I signed on to go wherever they tell me and do whatever they tell me to do. And if I don't come back, well, I died doing what I wanted to do."

I shook my head, trying to laugh, but I'm afraid I teared up muttering, "Geezusss!"

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," he said, with real concern in his voice.

"No," I said, shaking it off. I had set my beer down and put my hands up like claws, like shaking them in frustration or something. "I'm just overwhelmed at the courage I see in you guys! My God, where do they find men like you?"

"Same place they found men like you, when you put on the uniform," he said, with a scowl, like he was angry with me. "I'm no different than you were. None of us are any different than our dads or grandpas in Vietnam or Korea or World War Two. Somebody has to step up to the plate. It's not about courage or bravery or being a hero. I said I signed up. I wanted to be a Marine. Some guys don't. That don't mean I'm any braver than they would be if they had to do the job, like if there was a draft."

"I don't think you can gauge your courage till you face real danger. I never got that chance," I said.

"Where'd you serve your time?" he asked.

"Bounced around the states for a while then volunteered, begged, to go to Germany. In fact I reenlisted to get there."

"Why'd you wanta go to Germany?"

"I wanted to see Europe."

"As I understand history, we had troops in Germany to keep the Russians in check," he said.

"Yeah, that's why we were there. I got in on the tail end of that. But I never saw any action, and the Soviet Union was already cracking open on the inside like Humpty Dumpty's egg."

"The only reason you didn't see any action was because they were afraid to call our bluff."

I was surprised and impressed at the boy's knowledge of military history.

"Okay, I will accept your analogy, with reservations," I conceded. Actually, I didn't agree with him....I was a damned good soldier and yeah, I knew what I was getting into, but I didn't measure myself up to this boy....but I didn't want to continue the conversation. Like all military I'd talked to, he would invariably turn attention away from himself. And he seemed even a little testy over being thought a hero.

I asked him about his girl.

"We broke up this time, before I left for Camp Lejeune."

"Aw, that's too bad. Especially with you going back,"

"No, it's okay. We parted friends....VERY good friends," he added with a big grin.

"Oh,' I said.

He chuckled. "Yeah, she's been very friendly this trip home.....and I expect to enjoy more of her friendship before I leave. She even came down to the base to see me one weekend, after we broke up."

"Sounds to me like she wants you for your body," I joked.

"Same reason I want her," he joked back.

"Well, I don't know what your girlfriend looks like, but..... Whew!...I can certainly understand where she's coming from," I said, openly eyeing him up and down. Then I looked up from his bare legs and asked, "Do you want another beer?"

"No, I'm good," he said.

"That remains to be seen," I said, smiling at him over the top of my beer bottle just as I took a sip.

He laughed, and downed his. "You up to finding out?" he asked.

"I'm always up for a challenge," I said. "And I have a feeling this is going to be a challenge." I got up and went over to take his empty bottle. He followed me into the kitchen again.

"You're following me again," I joked.

"I followed your ass this time," he said and then surprised me by reaching down and grabbing my butt in a tight grip. "Damn, you have got a great ass." He kept squeezing and massaging my butt through my jeans and had me pressed up against the sink counter. Then he let go of my butt and pressed himself against me, letting me feel the bulk of his manhood against my butt. He was either hard or well on the way to a hardon, couldn't tell through all the layers of clothing.

"You don't know how often I've thought about this since I left," he went on. "Fuck, I even started noticing other guys' butts." He was speaking almost into my ear; I could fell his breath on the side of my neck. "I would never admit this to anyone else, but my girl came down to see me, I got us a motel room.....when I was fucking her, I found myself thinking about you, and wondering what it was gonna be like with you."

"I'm flattered," I said. I reached back and clasped my hands around the sides of his butt, pulling him tighter against me. My own cock was pressing against the cabinet. I could feel the meat of his thick pecs pressing against my shoulders, and his hard abs against my back. I could smell his sweet breath, and I realized he was chewing gum.

"Your breath smells great. Is that Dentyne gum?" I asked, and felt a bit stupid for asking.

"Yeah, you want some?" He put his left hand on the side of my face and turned my head around and tilted his face around so we were looking at each other. He had his gum between his teeth. He put it back in his mouth long enough to say, "Sorry, it's my last piece, but you're welcome to share it." Then he put it back between his teeth, offering it to me.

I couldn't be sure if he was joking but he didn't just offer and put it back in his mouth. He held it there, like he was waiting for me to take it. I did. I put my hand around the back of his neck and leaned in and locked my mouth around his and I think it surprised him so that he let out a little moan and I got the gum. I kept hold of his neck and he still had his hand on my face, and I ventured my tongue against his lips. He moaned again and let his mouth come open a little and I shoved my tongue in his mouth. Our tongues touched and he let out a little squealing whimper and lashed back at my tongue. He really got into it and after a moment of tongue-lashing we came together in what quickly became a full-blown kiss. I was wide-eyed stunned. He was practically devouring me, groaning and sucking in little breaths of air. I was stunned at his sudden burst of passion. We were also passing the gum back and forth but then in his excitement, he swallowed it. He gulped and raised his head up a little, laughing.

"I swallowed the gum," and laughed harder.

"Yeah, and it was your last piece," I said. We both laughed.

But then he stopped laughing, rather abruptly and said, "We don't need the gum," and resumed kissing me.

He soon had me bent over the counter top, and was grinding his loins against mine. He paused for a second, parting just enough to mutter, "Fuck!" and another time, "Fuck you are hot!"

I almost laughed.....this hot Marine was calling me hot?

I didn't know how long we kissed but it was long. He finally came up for air, almost panting. He rose up a little but he kept me bent backwards over the counter.

"Fuck! What was that?" he whispered again.

"I don't know," I said.

His eyes were drilling into mine then they were shifting and darting around like he was inspecting my face. He did it for several seconds. He rose up and let me up but kept me pinned against the counter.

He said, "I don't either, but I don't think I was done." We kissed again and it lasted for several more minutes. He broke away and said, "I am so hard! I don't think I've ever been so hard!"

"We could do something about it," I said.

"Please. Can we?"

The guy was saying PLEASE?!

We went into the living room; I told him I was going to get a sheet. I suppose he wondered why I didn't take him back to the bedroom but I'd seen how he shoots.... like a rocket....and I didn't want to take the chance of him hitting the headboard or the wall and me missing some when I cleaned up. Worse, if he hit the ceiling fan.

When I came back with a sheet and two huge beach blankets and a towel (and condoms and lube wrapped in one corner), Brad was totally naked, his clothes folded neatly on the coffee table. He was stroking his cock but let go of it when I came in, like a little boy caught jacking off. He was a bit flushed in the face, but I didn't think it was from being caught with his hand on his cock.

"Are you okay, Brad? You look a little flushed. Should I turn up the air?"

"No, I'm fine. I'm still reeling from that, in the kitchen," he said. He laughed, softly. "Who would've ever though I would be kissing another guy."

"Regrets?"

"No," he replied quickly. "No regrets. I just surprised myself, that's all."

"You surprised me, too," I said.

He shoved the coffee table over under the picture window and helped me spread the two beach towels out first, draping them up over the lower part of the chair. When the sheet was spread over the beach towels, he was standing there like he didn't know what to do next.

"You're either overdressed or I got naked too quick," he said.

"You could either put your clothes back on or I could take mine off," I said.

"I think I would prefer you taking yours off," he said.

I was so pleased with his comfort level that allowed him to be so bold, and happy that we'd approached this when he was here the last time, clearing the way.

He was so masculine in his looks and actions, big and muscular, looked bigger than last time. Even his cock looked bigger. He was packing serious meat to the tune of over eight inches, thick, with bulging veins, nicely cut, and the head was wider than the shaft, with a thick rim, and with a slight upward curve and hard his, hid cock stood almost straight up, almost touching his stomach when it throbbed. He was the picture of virility.

His eyes darted about, watching me undress, with a happy, excited look, like he was seeing a man getting naked for the first time. Maybe he was, really; he couldn't look at a man like this undressing in the barracks or the showers. His cock was throbbing and bobbing and thrusting itself up toward his stomach, quivering almost violently.

"Damn, that is an awesome cock." I said it as I was standing in just my briefs which were about to rip open with my own hardon. I shoved them down and my cock swung free, not standing up like his, but sticking out; it was too heavy to stand up at such a sharp angle.

His eyes had stopped darting around and were glued to my cock.

"You think my cock's awesome. What about that?"

"Mine's not the one I wanta work on," I said.

"I bet you could. Have you ever tried it; give yourself head?"

Now I was embarrassed, but I was honest and replied, "Yes."

"No Shit! You have? Show me." He was really excited over that.

I hesitated.

"Come on, show me. I've never seen a guy suck his own cock before."

"I'm sure you haven't. Not something you would see every day around the barracks," I said.

"Not something you would see anywhere. Come on, do it. Just for a little bit."

I couldn't refuse his excitement. I lay on the floor and brought my legs up over my upper body with my butt up in the air and my cock pointing at my face. I took the head plus a couple of inches in my mouth and began giving myself head. I know it must be an awesome thing to see for guys who can't do it, and it is for me, but believe it or not, I seldom do it. It's nice to be able to, and it's fun, but it's like it's enough, knowing I can whenever I want to. But my focus is really on other guys.

He loved it. He laughed and moaned like he was having sex himself. He pressed down on the backs of my thighs, forcing more of my cock in my mouth. I liked that. He even got down for a closer look.

"Mann, this is awesome. I wish I could do that."

He is so boyishly funny at times--but I had to stop. "Maybe you can," I said as I got to my feet my; my cock was a little stiffer. "Have you ever tried it?"

No, hell, I never even thought about it."

"If you wanta try it, I can help you, like you did me."

"Uhh....no, I don't think so." But there was that little hesitation and I wondered if he would try it sometime.

There was a quiet pause.

"Well," I said. "You ready?"

"I am so fuckin;' ready," he said, taking hold of his cock.

"No fuckin' shit," I said, laughing, as I lay on the floor.

He started to step over between my legs.

"Bring that monster up here."

He knelt at my shoulder, offering me his cock, and pushed down on it to the level of my mouth. I turned my head to the side and started sucking him. He moved his hand and it slipped out of my lips and sprung back up, smacking really hard against his stomach.

I laughed. "That must've hurt."

He pushed it back down and I got a better oral grip on it. He sensed it was an awkward position with my head held up off the floor and he took a throw pillow from the chair and put it under my head. It was better but it still wasn't a good position with the curvature of his cock and its propensity to be up closer to his abs. I let it go but put my hand on it so it wouldn't hit him in the stomach again. I told him to straddle my head.

He got in quasi-sixty-nine position on his hands and knees, half over the top of me. It was perfect. His cock conformed perfectly to my throat; or more correctly, my throat conformed perfectly to the curvature and angle of his cock. He was a tight fit, and not necessarily a comfortable one, but I certainly didn't complain. He liked the position, being able to fuck my throat so easily. But I noticed he was careful to avoid my cock. I think he felt somehow threatened in that position, so close-up face-to-face with it. He kept held his head up, as if he wouldn't compromise himself if he didn't look at my cock. It was a bit funny, but quite naturally macho.

I sucked him till my throat began to get sore. Neither of us minded stopping because there was better in store.

"Man, I don't see how you do that," he said as he moved off me to his knees beside me.

"I could teach you," I offered. But he didn't bite.

He was stroking his cock with an expectant look on his face. I got the lube and condoms from under the corner of the sheet.

"Two condoms. You're expecting a lot," he said.

"Do I need to call in the Army?"

"Fuck you," he said, laughing, then tore the condom open with his teeth.

"When you get around to it," I joked.

Before, I would've probably taken him bareback--lord knows I wanted to--but I didn't want to take the rise, for me or him.

He rolled the condom onto his cock, deftly as anyone I'd ever seen do it, obviously no stranger to sex or condoms. I applied the lube to my ass and drizzled some on his cock that he jutted out for me. He lubed himself up and I handed him the towel.

"How do we do this?" he asked as he wiped the lube off his hand.

I laughed. "You sound like a virgin farm boy."

"I am, for this version of the game," he said.

"However you want it. On my back or my stomach; whichever is best for you. Hell, standing on my head if you want," I said.

He laughed and told me to turn over. "You've got a great ass, I wanta see it when I go in."

I quickly obliged and he positioned himself between my legs. I spread my legs out wide and pulled my knees up, which tilted my butt up at an angle.

"Damn, that is nice," he murmured. He clasped my butt and pulled it apart. "You got a hard ass. A lot different than a girl's ass."

I watched over my shoulder as he came closer on his knees and aimed his cock, pushing it down. I liked seeing his facial expression; he was a Marine on a mission. I felt the heat of his cock separate my butt then the pressure of the head against my asshole. I braced myself but tried to relax. This wasn't going to be easy, with the size of his cockhead. He was going to plow me. He pushed several times and I think he thought he was in when he started moving back and forth. Then he realized he wasn't and he shoved harder. I wasn't tightening on purpose but his cock was way bigger than my asshole.

"Are you sure it's gonna fit?"

"I'm sure," I said bravely.

He tried again and I could feel my ass beginning to open up, but he stopped short again.

"Mann, I wanta do this, but I don't think it's gonna happen," he said.

"Wait a minute, what's that motto you guys have? The difficult we do at once, the impossible takes a little longer. I've seen the muscles in your butt and thighs, and those abs. It's up to you to make it happen," I said. That was the last goad. He shoved through my hole and in a few inches. FUCK!! I let out a little "Aahhh" and couldn't help wincing from the pain. Like the coward I was, I reached back and touched my hand to his hip.

"You okay?

"Yes."

"Do we need more lube?" he asked.

"Wouldn't hurt," I said, but I knew lube wasn't the problem; it was the thickness of his cock spreading my ass so wide open.

He asked me if I wanted more of his cock.

I waited a moment then said, "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I can take it all, just go in easy."

He bored deeper, slowly, shoving things out of the way as he sank deeper.

I sucked it up. Mann, did I have to suck it up. His cock felt like a ball bat boring into me. I grabbed the throw pillow and hugged it to my chest and buried my face in it. He went in easy, but easy wasn't easy with this stallion. He buried his cock, slow and gentle and leaned over me to press his weight hard against my butt. By the time he was all the way in I decided I was going to live to see another day and maybe enjoy this, but fuck, it hurt like hell.

I let out a low moan, "AAAwhhhhh!"

He whispered, "Fuuccckkkkkk!" He held it in deep for a long moment then slowly pulled back and started fucking me. He was in great need of this. I didn't know if it was because he hadn't gotten any pussy from his girl or it was the need to experience this new man sex. I wasn't ready when he began to pick up his pace but the pain was lessening little by little as he stretched my ass. He set his rhythm and started pounding my ass. Not mechanical in and out, he did some little twists and turns that caused his cock to rub against my prostate and made me raise my head up out of the pillow and groan out loud. He chuckled, glad that he could get that reaction out of me. The pain was gone now and I was pushing back against him and he pounded me harder, like he was going to show me who was boss and he could keep me nailed to the floor. But he eventually altered positions and pulled me up on my knees and went through the whole routine of moves again.

He said, "If we're gonna do this again, I could blow any time. Then I could last longer."

I told him I was his as long as he wanted.

"Fuck, man, I'm gonna cum then." He shifted gears and started fucking me with a fury, fucked me flat on the floor again. I thought he really was going to nail my ass to the floor. His climax rocked the place. I could feel his cock harden inside me even more as he came. He collapsed on top of me. What a wonderful feeling that was, to have that warm, Marine muscle bearing down on me. He was heavy but I didn't complain. I just carefully sucked in air in deep breaths without letting him think I was gasping; I didn't want him to move.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he shoved himself up at arm's length.

"Are YOU okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so." His voice was gravely.

He did a big pushup to pull his cock out of my ass then rolled over to lie beside me. I dragged myself onto my side, facing him. His cock was rubbery, laying across his hip, swimming in his cum. The condom looked full.

"I'll take care of that for you," I said. I rose up and carefully removed the condom.....carefully because I didn't want to lose any of the precious nectar. I started to wipe his cock off with the towel but then leaned and cleaned it off orally. Then I got up and took the condom into my bathroom. I tied it off loosely and put it under the sink, then I flushed the toilette for his benefit. I didn't know why I was saving it; I wasn't going to eat it. I just couldn't bring myself to dispose of it just yet.

I went back to the living room where Brad was lying with his forearm across his eyes.

I asked, "You okay, Marine?"

"Yeah," he said, without moving his arm or opening his eyes.

I lay down beside him again. "Why're you hiding your eyes?"

"No reason." He moved his arm and opened his eyes. "It's just the way I lay sometimes."

I took his arm and laid it back over his eyes. "Okay, if it's comfortable."

He moved his arm again. He was looking around the room but his eyes kept shifting back to me and I was looking right at him every time. I thought it might be making him uncomfortable, but there was something behind those eyes.....something he wanted to say. I was hoping it wasn't regrets, or that he was going to tell me he didn't want to fuck again.

I finally said, "What?"

"I hope you don't mind the comparison, but that was better than any time with my girlfriend."

I told him I didn't mind; I was flattered.

"You've probably been told that before, I bet."

I told him I had.

"Your ass is something else."

"Thanks."

"You don't know how many times I've thought about this," he said.

"How many?"

"Godd, I don't even know. Like every night almost." He chuckled, his abs dancing beautifully. "Man, I even thought about it when I was fucking Cindy, thinking about getting home on leave.'

"That's all right as long as you didn't tell Cindy." I laughed.

"Tell me something. I know this don't make me gay.....I'm not.... but does it make me something besides straight?"

"Doesn't make you anything but what you are; a healthy young man with feelings and urges and desires that need to be satisfied, just like every other healthy young man."

"The urges and desires I can understand. It's the feelings I'm having a problem with."

"Why're you having problems with your feelings?"

"Well, after Cindy went home I looked around the barracks and I'm thinking, there's no way any of these guys would be fucking their girlfriends or their wives and thinking about a guy, or laying in their bunks thinking about it."

"Oh? Which one of the guys in the barracks have you set up to be the bench-mark or the standard you have to live up to? You're your own man, Brad. And you don't know what those other guys are thinking. You think there's not one man in your barracks that doesn't have a gay gene in him, or has never thought about sex with another guy? Or isn't having sex with another guy? Come on."

"A gay gene.....is that what I've got?"

"Bad terminology to make a point," I said.

"No, is it?"

"I don't know, I'm not a scientist." But he wasn't letting me off the hook.

"What?....I've got so many genes and ninety percent are straight, ten percent are gay? What does that make me? Or are they half and half. What's the ratio for being Bi?"

"I really don't know, Brad. But I think you're worrying too much over nothing."

"It's not nothing to me. I just fucked another guy's ass.....an ass that I think is pretty awesome......and it was better than fucking a girl. That's not something I thought I would ever be thinking or saying."

"Look, I'm Bi. I don't give a fuck what the gene ratio is. For me, good sex is good sex. And I've thought about guys a lot of times when I'm fucking a woman. I've also thought about women when I'm fucking a woman For all I know they're other men, or even other about women when I'm fucking `em. It's not something I'm gonna worry about. No matter what the mix, it's all about good sex."

I went on. "And I would be cautious about attaching any kind of label to yourself, any kind, straight, gay or Bi. They can define what you like in the way of sex, but don't let them define who you are. You're a Marine. What purpose does it serve to attach Straight Marine, or Gay Marine or Bi Marine? Does one make you a better Marine, or a worse Marine? Does one make you shoot a rifle any better?"

"I'm getting your point," he said rather quietly.

"Good, `cause I didn't think I was making it."

"You were making it. It's confusing, but that's just me." He took in a quick breath and went on. "What if I told you.....I've thought doing stuff with other guys?"

"It wouldn't surprise me at all." I think he thought it would. "And why not? The seed was planted the last time you were here."

"I told you I've been noticing other guy's butts....." He laughed softly. "I actually have guys picked out that I would like to fuck."

"And you don't think any of those guys have been eyeballing your butt?"

He laughed.

I laid my hand on his stomach and took a moment to trace the outline of his solid stomach muscles.

"You're gonna be all right," I told him. "For the sake of argument, let's just say this is one of your straight genes acting up."

"I'm gonna be in miserable fuckin' living hell," he said.

I thought he was talking about Iraq. "I know; I hate that you have to go back."

"Not that," he said. "I'm gonna be over there, you're gonna be back here, and I'm gonna be thrown in with all those other guys with this experience under my belt."

"You don't have it all under your belt yet," I quipped.

"You know what I mean."

I asked him, "Is there ever a time and place where something like this could happen over there?"

"I can't think of any. But that wouldn't be the biggest problem. Even if there was a time and a place, it'd be finding the right guy."

"Maybe you'll get lucky and some guy will find you."

"Not likely. It hasn't happened so far."

"Yes it has."

He gave me a screwy look.

"I found you."

"Oh. Yeah. And hey, I'm glad. I had no idea when you sent me that first package and we started emailing that we would end up like this."

"I was hopeful," I said.

He gave me the screwy look again, only with a screwy smile. "You were hopeful? You mean you sent me that package because you thought......"

I cut him off with two fingers at his lips.

"I resent that. I sent you that package because I found your name on the website representing your troops. I had no expectations except to bring a little bit of home and comfort to some GIs and letting them know that somebody back here cares." I didn't mean to sound pissed but I was stern.

"I'm sorry, I was out of line. I know how you support our troops."

"But deep down, I was hopeful," I said to ease the strain. "Expectations and hopeful are two different things. Besides, are you saying you could be bought with a box of goodies from Target?" I joked.

He chuckled at that. "I guess I can, I'm here. For the second time." He sobered then. "You know, I like being here with you. I like being home with my family and friends, but this is different. And not just the sex. It's different, being able to talk to you. It was that way when we were emailing, we talked about a lot of shit, I got to know a lot about you."

"I didn't get to know as much about you," I said.

"Yeah," He cringed. "It's kind of like, when you're over there, you want the communication to be one way, you know? It's like we feed on it. It was good getting to know you."

We talked for quite a while longer. Some of it was deep. But the best part was, it seemed enough just to lie there naked and talk. But of course his hormones kicked in....mine never kicked out, I just kept them under control....and his cock started getting hard again, with a little help from my fingers, I'll admit. I moved down and gave it some more help with my mouth. He didn't need a lot of help.

I looked up at him, licking his cock and asked, "How many times are you good for?"

He smiled and said cocky like, "How many times do you want?"

"Seriously, how many times can you cum?"

He came back with, "Seriously, now many times do you want?"

"Okay, you're a fuckin' machine. I'll just keep doing you till I kill you. Why I was asking, I would like to suck your cock for a while before you fuck me again. I wanta see you come. If I remember right, last time it was pretty spectacular."

"It was my average," he said with cocky modesty. Then he told me to chow down, he was good for at least two more. "But if you get me off, when I fuck you again, I'm gonna last a long time," he warned.

"Bet my ass holds out longer than your cock."

I did more than give him the best head I knew how. I worshipped his body. He had that kind of body. He was somewhat smooth except for a little manly hair on his chest and a perfect treasure trail that started a few inches above his navel and went straight down to his pubes without flaring out much. I love following that trail, nipping at the hairs and leaving them wet in my wake. I love where it leads me. And he had a perfect growth of hair on his legs.

He was very receptive of my tongue on his tits. He put his hand lightly on the back of my head. His tits were receptive too; they were soon standing tall and proud, like pencil erasers is the only way I can describe them. I sucked them and he moaned and guided my mouth to the other side of his chest. Then back and forth, from one to the other. I paid proper attention to his thick, hard chest muscles too. His stomach muscles were eye candy in themselves. Just watching them ripple and bulge as he writhed under me could give me a hardon. I kissed and sort of nibbled around his neck and was advancing to kiss him but he kept his neck stiff. Maybe he was reconsidering the idea of kissing; I backed off the idea.

I followed the trail only a couple of inches before I encountered his cock. It stuck way up over his navel. I pushed it aside and went on. I licked and kissed around the root as I crawled between his legs where I could get to his balls. He spread his legs out and sort of hunkered his butt up. I sucked his balls and licked under them. He knew where I was heading, from the last time, and he brought his legs up, spread wide and pulled his thighs against his chest.

"Ohh, Godd, this again," he murmured.

Fuck he had an awesome ass. Perfectly shaped, solid muscles that keep their shape no matter the position he was in. I rimmed him for a long time, licking and tonguing his beautiful ass; one of my favorite things to do to a guy, especially a straight guy. He groaned and gasped for his breath and several times reached down to push my face away, saying, "Ohh, Fuck, give me a break before I cum." But he kept his legs pulled up to his chest; he just needed a reprieve from my tongue, then he wanted me to continue. I gave him time while I licked up and down his inner thighs, then focused on his asshole again. I had him wet and somewhat relaxed and I started to use my finger but he stopped me cold.

"Don't do that," he said. "It'll make me cum, and I don't want to yet."

"Okay, but when you're ready......" He cut in.

"When I'm ready, you can finger-fuck me like you did the last time."

I was surprised that he used that term. I went back to his cock that I had been neglecting. It was grateful. I could tell by the way it throbbed and bolted in my mouth. He was bone hard, no give at all, and it was hard to get him in my throat, near impossible to swallow him. I finally rose up and let his legs down and positioned myself in a quasi-69 position only I was beside him, not astraddle him. He sort of raised his arm in a protective stance.

"This doesn't mean anything, I just need to get in this position to take your cock," I said. He relaxed and I deep-throated him. Deep-throat and rimming I think were his two favorite things till he discovered fucking. He liked to shove his cock deep in my throat then fuck it with short jabs. He said my throat was a tight sheath.... tighter than pussy.

He suddenly started writhing and twisting his butt around and, "Ohh, fuck, don't stop."

I asked him if he wanted to cum,

"Yess. Don't worry, I can cum and go right into fucking you."

Geezusss, I wondered, what was this guy made of! I decided to hold him off a little and change positions. I crawled over and laid on my back and told him to sit on my face.

"Aww, Fuck, this is gonna be hot."

He stood over me, facing my feet, and lowered his ass over my face. I licked and tongued his hole and he sat harder on my face, began moving his ass back and forth over my mouth. He had himself worked up again in no time and was begging me again not to stop; when he was doing all the work. When he started twisting his ass around in circles and snorting his breath and groaning I knew he was close.

I think he forgot he'd told me I could use my finger. In that position it was easier to use my right thumb but I wanted to be sure to reach his prostate so I added my two fingers on my left hand. I surprised him and maybe hurt a little but he didn't move off. In fact, he pressed down against my hands and rode my fingers, literally fucking himself.

He moaned a loud, "Awwhhh Fuckkkkk!" to announce his climax.

I pushed his butt up and lifted my head so I was able to see him cum, at least some of it. He sent cum sailing literally nearly across the room, way beyond the sheet I'd laid out for protection. It shot out in thick ropes, like somebody was throwing a lanyard. The whole time he was riding my thumb and fingers, fucking himself. His butt circles were becoming sporadic and his thighs were shaking. He lost his balance and tumbled forward, caught himself, and toppled to one side with a pained groan. He was still shooting cum, helter-skelter. He finally collapsed backwards and stretched his legs out. His powerful chest was heaving. He was splattered with cum here and there. So was I.

"Godd....Sorry I did that again. I overshot the sheets. I need a screen or something."

"Don't worry about it," I said.

He lay there gasping for air.

"I was supposed to go right into fucking you. I've lost some of my hardon," he said.

I had to laugh. He was just so straight, cute, studly about everything.

I told him not to worry, we would find it.

"I wish I hadn't let you do that, with your fingers," he said.

"Why?"

"I liked it, and I'm not gonna be able to have it."

I told him he could get lucky.

"Don't think I want to. I think I liked it too much."

"You're going back there again? Why are you so afraid of your feelings?"

The second time he fucked me he wanted me on my back. Me, too. I wanted to watch his face and his muscles while he fucked me. He looked around for the other condom. I found it and handed it to him. He tore it open and rolled it down and I handed him the lube. This time he turned me up and drizzled the lube right into my ass crack then worked it inside me himself. I was surprised at that, too. I took the lube and handed him the towel. He wiped his hands off and asked if I was ready. I could never not be ready for this guy. Besides, I'd made a bet that my ass would hold out longer than his cock.

He turned it into a two-man orgy. We started out on my back but soon he had me turned onto my side, holding my right leg straight up against his torso. He turned me further, on my hands and knees and fucked me like a dog. He pulled the coffee table closer and put the candle ring on the floor and laid me across it and fucked me. We did it standing up. We did it standing up with my legs wrapped around his hips and my butt cradled in his big, capable hands while I bounced up and down on his cock. It was like he was lust crazed, and he was making me crazy. We finished like we started, on my back and him hunkered over me.

I was wrong about him reconsidering kissing. I think it had only to be in the heat of passion, because he started kissing me again, in very HOT heat of passion.

"Godd, I love fucking you," he whispered huskily as we played tongue tag in each other's mouths.

He looked like he was in a dream part of the time. I know I was. It was a beautiful sight to see; those hard Marine muscles rippling as he fucked me; the eye candy only added to the physical pleasure. He fucked me in that state for probably a half hour, then he seemed to come out of his daze and leaned down and began kissing me again. He was really getting into kissing.

The finish wasn't just a culmination of feelings below the waist; it was a total body experience. His cock was our connection, but our tongues slithering and lashing together in each other's mouths caused eddies of intense pleasure to match. Brad was whimpering and moaning as he thrust his cock into me. He pulled his mouth away just enough to murmur, "Godd, this is so good, I love fucking you," then devoured me again. I rode out his convulsions with him, trying desperately to work up my own climax but I knew it wouldn't come.

I came back from "disposing of" the second condom to find Brad lying with one throw pillow under his head and the other one held out for me. I lay down beside him and he held the pillow in the crook of his arm. I thought it was a rather intimate gesture on his part. It was neat that he sort of smiled when I lay down beside him.

"Whew! I almost lost that bet," I said.

"Hey, I had an idea. Next time let me fuck you while you're sucking yourself. That looked like a great position to do it."

"I don't know how you missed it this time," I joked.

There were quiet pauses between our sentences.

"I want you to know I appreciate this," he said.

"Don't say it like that. Having sex isn't something you appreciate; I didn't do you a favor. Just say you enjoyed it."

"Okay, I enjoyed it." Another pause then he spoke in a more measure tone, his voice was different. "There were things I wanted to say when I called, but not over the phone."

"Why didn't you email me? I gave you my email address."

"I lost it. I was hoping you would email me."

"No, I said I wouldn't till you emailed me first, telling me it was okay. I want to hear from you as often as you can. Say anything, ask me anything, but most importantly, let me know you're all right."

He said he was leery about having emails that could be traced.

I told him I would copy his emails to Word then delete them. There would be no reference whatsoever to him by name. He seemed satisfied with that.

"Would it be okay if I showered? I smell like a horse."

"And appropriately so," I said. "Come on, I'll get you some towels."

My hardon had only partially gone down. My cock was swinging way out in front of me in a slight curve.

"I feel terrible about that," he said as we were getting to our feet.

"What?"

"That." Nodding to my cock.

I looked down at myself in shocked dismay. "I've always thought it was rather attractive," I joked.

"You know what I mean. You didn't get off," he said laughing.

"I often don't. It's never a problem."

"Looks like a big problem," he said.

I almost asked him if he wanted to take care of it but I didn't want to put him on the spot. I took him to the master bath and laid out clean towels. I leaned back against the sink with my ankles crossed and my arms crossed over my chest and watched him through the clear shower curtain.

"Listen, you can get in here with me if you want."

"I would like that, but I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"You need to get home to your parents."

"I was thinking.....I could, uh.....take care of that for you. By hand."

"You need to get home to your parents, Brad," I said again. "Before they start calling."

"Yes, sir," he said laughing. "My mother will thank you."

"Yes, be sure and tell her I sacrificed taking a shower with you, and a handjob, just for her."

He got a big laugh out of that. "I want you to know, this has been the best sex I've ever had, bar none."

"Don't tell your mother that."

"Next time I won't leave you like that. That's a promise."

"Who said anything about a next time?" I joked.

"You said I could stop by anytime when I was home on leave. I'm holding you to it."

I watched him dry off. His body was like a symphony of movement the way his muscles rippled and danced. I hated to see him start getting dressed.

"This has been a unique experience for me," he said. "I don't mean the sex, although that was pretty unique, too. But I've never really been in a situation, around people where I can....." He paused. "I was going to say where I can be myself, but I don't know if this is myself."

"Maybe not. You'll have to decide that in your own time. But don't think you have to be in any big hurry, and don't lie awake at night in the barracks worrying about whether you're straight or gay or somewhere in between. You realize you haven't done anything this time, or last time, that I haven't done with lots of other straight guys, and they came away unscathed. Nothing we've done makes you gay. It makes you a normal, healthy Marine who has just happened to realize that he can enjoy sex where he finds it, in whatever form it presents itself. Take things as they come, Brad. You've taken the all important first step. You got in touch with your feelings and faced them.

"Got in touch, maybe, but I don't know if I've faced them."

"Oh, you've faced some of your feelings heads on."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I did. Some I didn't even know I had. I meant I haven't faced them down."

"You just switched to military mode," I said. "You don't have to face them down; pound them in the ground, defeat them. Just face them and keep in mind, they might be who you are. You don't wanta defeat or kill that."

He was dressed and ready to go. I decided to give him my private email address. I got a small card and printed it for him.

"Here. Use this address, you say anything you want. And something else. I never told you, but I write gay erotic fiction. I've got a lot of stuff posted on several sites on the net but you probably shouldn't be going to those sites on a military computer."

"You're a writer?!"

"No. I just like to write. I could send you stories to read if you think you might be interested, if there's the opportunity for you. Military themes, and jock and locker room themes. You could delete them, and you wouldn't be traced going to any websites."

He was interested. His eyes lit up. "Yeah, I would like to read something you've written."

"Be sure and delete them," I said. "Even if you have to delete before you finish reading a story, like if somebody came in on you.....just let me know, I can resend it. And let me know if there's a particular time I should send it...any time, day or night."

"I will. Thanks." He was happy that I'd brought it up.

I was DEAD wrong about him reconsidering kissing. We were at the door and he seemed a little nervous and fidgety, his eyes dancing about. Finally he put his hand on my shoulder and his eyes settled into a fixed gaze right into mine.

"Listen, You've been great. Not just the sex....I mean everything .....and I wanta do this......" As he was talking he was sliding his left hand around my shoulder and I was going weak in the knees. With his arm around my shoulder he put his right hand on my hip and pulled me in closer, tight against him, and we emerged ourselves in another mindless kiss. We both took in a deep breath when we parted.

"Damn, I wish we could've done that with your shirt off," I said.

"We can," he said, tugging his shirt up

"No. It wouldn't be the same, and that was too perfect."

"Are you sure? We could try to make it perfect again."

"No, forget I said it."

He was still holding me close to him. "Promise, next time I'll take off my shirt."

It was time for him to go. It was painful for me, partly because of what we'd had together, partly because of where he was going.

"You're going to be all right, Brad. You're a good man, you've got courage, not just as a Marine, but as a man. Be who you are, not who you think others want you to be."

He was nodding as I opened the door for him.

"I hope I can do that," he said. "But first I gotta figure out who I am."

"You will."

"I know."

He went out the door that I held open for him. He stepped down the step and turned back.

"Brad....keep yourself safe."

"I don't have to. My buddies watch my back. I got their backs."

Then he stepped back up and put out his hand. I think he had to end it on a manly note, maybe to make up for the kiss. He just nodded then and whispered "Thanks," then walked to his Jeep.

I think he left more at ease with himself and more comfortable with his feelings. I wondered if I would see him again. I thought of his mother.

I know I didn't do this justice. Not the telling of it, and not the advice, and I certainly didn't do Brad justice. I feel empty, and lacking.

The End