DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. It is NOT TRUE. Any resemblance between any character and any real person is thoroughly and completely accidental. This story contains scenes of sex between males. So you're forewarned. If this story warps your sex-drive or your previously held opinions, feelings or desires, then it has been successful.
This story is dedicated to a real member of the USMC who is my friend and whom I care very much about.
SPECIAL NOTE: A lot of you have written to ask if the Marine I mention above is my lover. I do not have a lover (not that I don't want one!). The Marine that this is dedicated to is exactly what I have described - a friend. If you have read my stories on this website, you know that being a friend is, to me, far more important that being a lover.
Marine Encounter - Part VII by RimPig (c) 2001
"It is so good to see you again, Mr. Grayson! It has been too long!"
Having just walked into the lobby of the Plaza, Shawn and I were greeted by the concierge of the hotel.
"Thank you, Charles. Yes, it has been too long. Charles, may I introduce you to my partner, Shawn O'Reilly." I said.
"Welcome, Mr. O'Reilly! I hope your stay with us will be everything that you desire!" Charles always spoke in superlatives. I guess that was part of the hotel rules.
"Thank you." Shawn said. I could see he was amused at this interplay.
"The suite you requested, Mr. Grayson, is ready for you. Is there anything else that I can do to make your stay comfortable?" Charles asked.
"Yes, Charles. Do you think you could you arrange for two tickets for 'The Producers' tonight?" I asked.
"Well...it will be difficult, but I think I can arrange that. Will there be anything else?" Charles stated.
"Yes, would you also make reservations for us for dinner in the Oak Room tonight in time to get us to the theatre? Also, a limo to take us?" I ordered.
"Of course. Anything else?" he asked.
"No, I think that's about it. Anything you need, Shawn?" I looked over at Shawn who was watching this whole exchange.
"No, just so long as there's beer in the room." he said smiling at me.
"Oh, Sir! The bar in the suite holds at least 4 brands of premium beer and 3 brands of imported beer. If there is a particular brand you seek, we will be more than happy to supply it." Charles stated.
"I think Bud will be fine." Shawn laughed.
"Well...if there is nothing else, Paul here will show you to your suite." Charles nodded to another member of the desk staff who had come up while we were talking.
The attractive young man asked us to follow him and he took us upstairs to the suite. I think Shawn was a bit intimidated at first by the suite. It was on the corner of the hotel and had both a sitting room and a bedroom. Both rooms had fireplaces. The bedroom held a king-size bed and there were views of Central Park from both rooms. The bathroom had both a Jacuzzi and a shower.
After touring the suite, I gave the young man a tip and he left. Shawn looked at me quizzically.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked.
"The shower is smaller than yours at home." he answered.
"Than OURS at home." I reminded him.
That stopped him dead in his tracks. He stood there staring at me looking like a deer caught in a car's headlights. I could almost hear the gears turning in his head, replacing data and realigning thought processes.
"Yeah." he replied. "Like ours at home. I guess it's going to take some time to get used to that. I'm so used to thinking in terms of 'me' and 'mine', not 'us' and 'ours'."
"You'll get used to it. Trust me." I laughed.
He walked over and took me in his arms.
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to you loving me. In some ways I hope I don't. It always comes as such a wonderful surprise! I'm not used to being loved, I'm not used to having the freedom to love someone I want to love. I was taught that all this was 'sick' and 'wrong'. The whole reason we're here is because I hurt someone because of that training. I don't know if I'll ever completely get over it." he stated.
"None of us ever get completely over it! We get better, but I don't know if we ever completely heal from the kind of damage that happens when you're taught that everything you are, everything you love is wrong. It is what has always scared me about a relationship." I explained.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Well...each of us, whether we like to admit it or not, has been damaged by the self-hatred we were taught growing up. Many of us end up believing that we cannot love or that we aren't worth loving because we're 'sick faggots'. We're told that we are incapable of love. We're told that we will molest children. We're told that our relationships are not real or have any value at all. Just look at the situation we're in! Would you feel comfortable flying home tomorrow and introducing me to your parents as someone you love?" I asked him.
"Well that's a different situation!" he said defensively.
"Is it? How? How many guys do you think are able to share with their families that they love another guy and have it accepted - REALLY accepted. Like the 'marriage' it is? Do you remember this crazy little law that congress passed a couple of years ago called 'DOMA' - the Defense of Marriage Act? Congress and the heterosexuals they represent were shitting themselves over the idea that one state might actually have the guts to say that Gay relationships were as valid as straight one's and might actually 'marry' two guys! Well, congress put a stop to that! But they forgot that there used to be laws that said that marriage was not possible between a black person and a white person! People didn't think that those relationships were valid either! The southern states decided that anyone who was black was 'sub-human' and couldn't be allowed to marry a white 'human'. Basically what they were saying were that blacks were not capable of loving. Oh, they allowed blacks to marry each other - that didn't threaten them at all because they saw that as blacks just 'aping' their 'betters'! THAT'S what we have to deal with - and are going to have to deal with on a daily basis as long as we stay together. We won't have the support of our families. They won't plan a wedding to celebrate our love. They won't put our names in the 'Family Bible'. And if we get into difficulty with each other - they won't be there to tell us that all relationships have problems from time to time and we ought to work on staying together. No! They'd more than likely say 'Well! What do you expect? That relationship was doomed to begin with because it was unnatural!'. I love you. I will always love you. But you've got to understand what you're getting into. I don't want to lose you later because you can't take what is going to be thrown at us."
I stopped and turned away from him. I felt myself start to lose it and I didn't want to break down in front if him. Suddenly, I felt his arms go around me and I seemed to collapse in his arms, crying out the pain I felt.
"It will be all right, babe. I promise. No matter what happens I'm not going anywhere! And if my family can't deal with it, fuck 'em! They can kiss my ass! I've searched for you all my life. You're more important to me than anybody. I promise you that. And we'll find a way to make it on our own. You'll see. And if you can find a way we can get married, we will!" he promised.
I clung to him. I was trembling with my own feelings. I couldn't talk anymore.
"Look, babe." he spoke softly. "I understand your anger. I saw it in the other Marines I served with that I knew were Gay. The anger at being just as good as anyone, and in most cases better, and yet knowing that you could be thrown out of the service just for having sex and getting caught. As long as you fucked the native women in almost every foreign port in the world, you were fine! You were a 'model' Marine! Paying for whores - that was OK. But falling in love with another Marine and get caught and you were history. I knew one guy at home who was in Nam. He lost a leg at Da Nang. He was awarded a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. Then somebody ratted him out because he'd fallen in love with a Corpsman who nursed him in the hospital. They threw them both out with a dishonorable discharge. They lost all benefits. The only good part was that when I knew him, he and the Corpsman were still together, still very much in love. Why do you think I'm getting out of the Corps? I loved being a Marine. But I knew that if I stayed, I could end up getting thrown out, but I wouldn't have anyone to love me and stand by me. I guess I'm glad I didn't meet you before I'd made the decision. I might have been tempted not to leave."
He held me tighter. I turned in his arms and faced him. I looked up into his eyes and saw the pain I had heard in his voice. I knew then that he truly did understand. He knew that same hatred for the injustice that we had to live with as Gay men every day of our lives. And I knew that my love for him grew in that moment. And, more importantly, my admiration for who he was grew as well.
"Shawn, I'm sorry. I had no right to go off like that. Especially on you. I don't even know what brought all that on." I apologized.
"I think I do. You scared. Just like I am. We're both happy to have found each other, but it's still scary to suddenly change your whole life. We're learning about each other. Learning to trust each other. Building a bond between us. So there are parts that are still kind of tender and aren't comfortable yet. We'll get through it. You know that." he stated.
I stared up at him, speechless! I couldn't believe that this all had come from my warrior/lover. He'd figured it all out while I was lost in my own emotions. Oh...this was a man to keep!!! This was a man worth keeping!!!
"You are absolutely amazing! Do you know that, soldier? You are absolutely incredible!" I raved. "You are the most wonderfully amazing and incredible man in the world! I absolutely blown away by your understanding. There are depths to you I haven't even begun fathom. Do you think if we're together....say about 50 years, I'll ever find all of you?" I laughed.
For the first time since I'd known him, Shawn did something I would have bet money he couldn't do. He blushed.
"I did learn something in the Corps. I did a lot of growing up. And I had a lot of time to think about what I wanted out of life. When I came to Lauderdale, I knew exactly what I was looking for. I didn't know if I would find it there, but I was willing to do whatever it took to find it. And I found you. But I know this isn't going to be easy for either of us. Relationships never are. But I know that I'm willing to take the risk and make the effort and I know you are, too. That's what counts." he said.
I reached up and took his face between my hands. I pulled him close and kissed him deeply.
"You said it all, lover! We are going to make it! I will never love anyone the way I love you." I swore. "Now, let's go out and take a walk in Central Park. I want to take you to lunch at Tavern on the Green. And I want to show you a special place."
We went out the front door of the hotel and the doorman asked if we wanted a cab. I was about to answer when something caught my eye. The horse drawn hansom cabs! I thanked the doorman and ran down the steps to the where the horses waited with their drivers. I went up to a young man who seemed about 19 or 20, slender with long brown hair.
"My lover and I want to rent your cab. We want you to drive us through the park to Tavern on the Green and then wait for us and take us to the Metropolitan Museum and then back to the Plaza." I said, holding up a hundred dollar bill.
"Gentlemen," he said, doffing his hat, bowing and holding open the door to the carriage, "Climb right aboard!"
I got in the carriage but Mike continued to stand on the side-walk.
"Come on, soldier! Come take the ride of your life!" I cried.
"You know you're crazy!" he laughed, climbing in the carriage.
"Yes! Crazy about you!"
We rode through the park, looking at the beautiful foliage and all the New Yorkers walking, playing, having lunch. Mike put one arm around me and held my hand in his as I leaned my head against the thick musculature of his arm. I had been to New York many times and had ridden through Cental Park like this almost every time I visited the city, but it was like I had never seen New York before, never ridden though Cental Park, never saw the trees or the people. And, of course I hadn't - because I'd never seen it while I was in love.
The wonderful feelings that I had for Shawn colored all my perceptions that day. Everywhere I looked there was something beautiful or interesting or exciting to see. The air itself seemed to take on a magical scent. I could become convinced quite easily that the only time that you ever are able to see just how beautiful the world is, is when you are in the arms of someone you love.
We had a wonderful, leisurely lunch at Tavern-On-The-Green and then climbed back in the carriage and we road to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I took Shawn directly to the American Wing and the Tiffany Collection. We stood before the beautiful stained glass window there. I had always loved stained glass and Louis Comfort Tiffany was, to me, the master of the art. I had two original Tiffany Lamps in the condo at home. What I wouldn't give to own a window by Tiffany, but I couldn't afford anything like that. So, whenever I was in New York City, I always went to the Metropolitan to stand here before this display.
"It's really beautiful!" Mike said.
I reached over, took his arm and leaned against him.
"Yes, I love stained glass. Always have. There are two lamps done by Tiffany at home." I told him.
"Those really pretty glass one's in the living room?" he asked.
"You mean you noticed!?" I was again surprised.
"Of course I did! They're really beautiful. They look like trees in full bloom."
"They are wisteria trees. Tiffany created a beautiful representation of them in those lamps. They're very rare today. It cost me a lot for them, but I love them." I explained.
"I can understand why." he said.
We wandered further in museum for a while. I took him to the Impressionists and we stood for a while in front of the Monet paintings. It felt so good sharing these things I love with him. And he seemed to appreciate them as well. We held hands, touched, walked arm and arm throughout the museum as if it were the most natural thing in the world. God knows it should be, but I guessed that this was the first time Shawn had ever publically shown love or affection for another male since he'd been a very little boy. And yet, the movements were so natural for him. I remember standing in front of a Roman marble nude statue from the first century that was titled "A Wounded Warrior". The young man's face showed some pain but his body was almost perfectly within the Greek ideal for a male. I could see Shawn assessing the young man like he would a raw recruit, deciding whether or not he had what it took to be a 'warrior'.
"Would he have made a good marine?" I asked him.
"Well, maybe..." he answered. "But he'd have to have a bit more uniform before I'd send him out for hand-to-hand training."
I laughed at the idea of the nude young Greek/Roman warrior showing up for training at a USMC base wearing little more than a piece of cloth thrown over one shoulder and strategically covering his groin. Shawn joined me in the laughter at his own joke.
Finally we left the museum, got back in the carriage and went back to the hotel. When we entered the lobby, Charles approached us.
"Mr. Grayson, Mr. O'Reilly, your tickets to the theater will be waiting for you at the desk and I've arranged dinner in the Oak Room for 7:00 and the limo will be waiting to get you to the theatre in time for the curtain." he reported.
"Thank you, Charles! That's wonderful." I said.
"Yes, thank you." Shawn said.
"I hope you gentlemen have a wonderful evening." Charles said.
We went back up to the suite where the fires had been lighted in the fireplaces as the late afternoon chill set in.
"We've got several hours before our reservations. What do you want to do?" I asked Shawn.
He looked at the fireplace glowing in the bedroom and the king-size bed. Then he looked at me and gave me a mischievous smile. Then we both ran for the bedroom, tearing clothes from our body as we ran. Clothes were strewn all over the suite when we both jumped onto the bed naked.
We snuggled in each other's arms, our bodies warmed and lit by the glow of the fireplace. My head was resting on Shawn's upper arm and his other hand was gently and slowly running up and down my flanks. He seemed to be trying to memorize my body in Braille. He had a very thoughtful look on his face as I watched him, the glow from the fireplace highlighting the contours of his face.
"What are you thinking about, love?" I asked him.
" I was just thinking of how wonderful everything's been today and how awful tomorrow is going to be." he answered.
"Perhaps it won't be so awful. Perhaps you will feel better when you finally have this monkey off your back. You'll finally be able to know you've tried to apologize to Tim and maybe things will work out. Let's pray that they will and then let it go for tonight. There's nothing we can do now anyway. And we can't tell the future. The last few days alone should tell you that!" I said.
"Yeah! I know. God knows I would never have predicted all this 4 days ago. Who'd have ever thought that I'd be lying naked in a suite at the Plaza Hotel with another hot naked guy who loves me?" he smiled.
"Well, this 'hot' guy is going to start getting 'cold' - even with that fire - if you don't do something to keep him warm!"
Shawn took the hint and leaned down and began licking and sucking at my left nipple. My back involuntarily arched at the electrical shocks that were going through my body from his torture of my extremely sensitive tit. This drove my body closer to his while his hand slid down my body and cupped the cheek of my ass.
He then moved back up, licking an nibbling at the tender skin of my throat. I tilted my head back to give him ready access. He left red hickey's all over my throat by the time he finished tasting my neck.
I expected him to either move to the other side of my body or kiss me. He did neither. Instead, he raised up and pushed me onto my back. Then he swung around over me into a classic 69 position and gobbled my cock down to the root as his dangled over my face.
I reached up and took the head of his stiffening cock into my mouth and we began to take each other deep into our respective throats as we both moaned around the cock we were sucking. I reached up and began playing with his butt. I stroked a finger lightly up and down his ass trench and then began to push against his hole. Shawn was busy in my butt as well, already having what felt like two fingers pushed up my hole and massaging my prostate. This wasn't going to take long at all for me to cum and from the rigidness I could feel from his cock in my mouth, it wasn't going to take Shawn much longer.
We avidly ate each other's cock and both had fingers shoved up the others ass. As I knew, within moments of each other, we blew our loads into each other's mouth. The moment we did, Shaw pull off my cock, spun around - pulling his cock from my mouth - and pressed his mouth to mine, allowing all my cum which he kept in his warm mouth to slide into my mouth. I, of course, still had a mouthful of his load and we lay there exchanging our copious loads with each other - tasting each other until our cum mingled into a single "Shawn/Bobby" load which we swallowed with relish.
"Can we take a nap for a while? I'm really worn out from today." Shawn said, looking down at me.
"We can do whatever we want. And I agree, today has tired me out. And we didn't get much sleep last night!" I replied.
"And who's fault is that?!" he asked with that mischievous grin of his.
"Oh! Let's not start THAT again or we won't get any sleep now!" I insisted.
We managed to get under the covers of the bed and Shawn and I nestled like spoons with him behind me holding me close to his warm, hard body. I could feel his body heat and smell his body scent. It didn't matter that we were 1200 miles from Ft. Lauderdale, as long as I was in his arms, I was home. I drifted off, safe and secure in the arms of my warrior/lover.
End of Part VII
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