Disclaimer: This is just a story. And it's about a Marine - actually several Marines. None of them are real one, of course. Kind of a melding of a lot of Marine's I've had the honor to have known in my life. Any resemblance to any actual Marine is purely coincidence - but if there is, I do wish he'd write me! Anyway, you know the drill, if you don't like sex between males, what are you doing here? And if your Country, State, Province, City, Town or Village won't let you read this kind of stuff - MOVE!!! Somewhere where you can!
This story is dedicated to my friend PUP, who just LOVES Marines and stories about them. I hope he loves this one. And I kind of hope it would come true for him.
This part is a continuation of Scott's Story.
THE MARINE NEXT DOOR - Part 14 by RimPig (c) 2002
SCOTT'S STORY Continued:
I woke up, still in the hospital, but wrapped in Jason's strong arms. How we had both slept in this small hospital bed was beyond me, except for the fact that we were so closely wrapped in each other's arms. The first thing I noticed, even before I opened my eyes, was the scent of him. Strong. Masculine. I opened my eyes to find myself lying with my head resting on his arm and my nose against the bare part of his chest where his olive green shirt was open. I lay there, drinking in his scent and watching him sleep. The face of a young boy and the body of a man.
It wasn't light out yet. I could see the grey sky of false dawn out the window. The window I had stood before, less than 24 hours ago, contemplating ending my life. Brian's words suddenly came back to me. 'You have a whole lifetime ahead of you! You don't need to be talking about dying! Fuck! You haven't even learned how to live yet!'. Oh, how right he had been! Because not two hours later, I found something worth living for! This beautiful young Marine lying here with me who, beyond all reason or sense, says that he loves me.
Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't see him open his eyes. When I did look up, his eyes were staring into mine and a smile began to part his beautiful lips. I smiled back. For the first time in my life, I was waking up in the arms of someone who really loved me. I could see it in the eyes that looked at me. And I could feel it in the hard cock that was pressed against my abs. We had both woken up hard with need that morning. We wanted each other so badly, but we had both promised Brian that we would do nothing that would 'shock my nurses'.
"Good morning." he said quietly, his voice still husky with sleep.
"It's barely morning. The sun hasn't even really come up yet." I said, nuzzling my nose into his chest again.
He reached his hand up and stroked my head.
"I want every morning to be like this - waking up with you in my arms." He said as he kissed my forehead.
I looked back up into his eyes and knew that he meant every word of that. I sighed out of relief and satisfaction. I had been half afraid that he would have second thoughts of wanting to love someone like me.
"If there's a way for that to happen, it's where I want to be, too." I said.
"I want to stay here holding you, but I've really got to piss!" he grinned.
"Me, too!" I said.
We carefully untangled from each other and went to the bathroom. We both stood at the bowl of the toilet, trying to get our cocks to go down enough for us to piss. Finally, we stood there, side by side, letting our streams splash into the water.
I finished before he did and started to go back to the bed. Before I knew it, he came from behind me, picked me up and carried me there, gently laying me back down. I was amazed at his strength. And at the feeling of security which his actions gave me. He stood over me, looking down at me and smiling. Then he leaned down and gently kissed me on the lips. My arms came up around his neck and I pulled him closer, our mouths joining in a deeper expression of our feelings.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I let go of Jason and he stood up and moved away from the bed. I called out and the black nurse from yesterday, Belle, came in the room. She smiled at both of us.
"I hope you two got some sleep last night, though I know it must have been awfully crowded, that bed being so narrow and all." she laughed.
I looked over a Jason and he was blushing as I could feel from the heat in my face, that I was too.
"I just need to get your temperature and blood pressure, honey." Belle said, sticking a thermometer in my mouth and wrapping my upper arm in a blood pressure cuff.
After a few minutes, she pulled the thermometer out of my mouth, looked at it and told me that both my temperature and my blood pressure were normal.
"You just rest for a while, honey. They should be sending up the breakfast trays anytime now. I made a terrible mistake and ordered two for this room, so I hope somebody here will eat the other one. I hate having food go to waste." she said this staring right at Jason.
"Ah, no, ma'am! That would be a terrible thing!" Jason agreed with a grin on his face.
"Now, honey, the doctor will sign your release sometime this morning but I have a funny feeling you're going to be having visitors long before that." she smiled.
"Visitors?" I asked. Who would be visiting me?
"Yes, honey. I think a certain former Marine and his lover should be dropping by sometime this morning. I don't know for sure, but I have a real good feeling about it." and with that, she was out the door and gone.
I was still puzzled.
"I think she means Ty and Brian." Jason said, coming back over and sitting on the bed.
He took my hand in his and brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them. It was the most incredibly romantic gesture that I'd ever seen. My heart all but melted in my chest when he did it.
"God, I hope this Ty likes me. I hope they let me come and live with them. I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do otherwise, Jason." I said, my worry obvious in my voice.
"I'm not the least bit worried!" Jason said. "I know Ty and I know Brian. If there's anyway that they can help you, they will."
"But why would they! They don't know me. They've never met me before. Why would they want to help me?" I asked.
"Because that's just the way they are. Oh, Ty's gruff at times. I know he does it because he's got a heart that's almost as soft as Brian's. But, you'll see. They'll help." Jason said it with such conviction, I started to let go of some of my fears.
Jason was sitting there, his hand resting on my chest and I began to move my hand up his arm, feeling the strong muscles underneath his shirt. I moved my hand slowly over his shoulder and down onto his bare chest, where he still had not buttoned his shirt. I slid my hand under the shirt and touched his nipples, feeling it hard and pointed under my finger tips. I grasped it gently and tugged. I heard him moan deep in his throat and looked up into his eyes. They bore into me like they were on fire! I definitely knew he wanted me and he wanted me NOW! Which was the way I wanted him. But we were still hampered by our surroundings.
It might have happened anyway, had not the door burst open and an orderly brought two trays into the room. He put them both on the tray table by the bed and left without a word.
"I guess we should eat something. I have a feeling we're both going to need all of our strength later." I said quietly, acknowledging what was in both our minds.
"I'm so hungry I could eat a bear!" Jason said ruefully.
"I just want to eat a Marine." I said.
And at that we both broke up laughing, releasing the tension which had been building inside us for almost a day now. We both ate every scrap of food that was in sight in rapid time. We were, after all, both teenage boys yet.
We sat talking a while longer until they came and took the trays away. It was right after that we heard another knock at the door. This time, it was Brian followed by a tall, very handsome young man who I correctly guessed to be Ty, his lover. I could well see why Brian was so in love with him! He was incredibly good looking and masculine. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and very tight jeans. The outfit hugged every curve and bulge of his muscular body. His eyes, however, were the most striking thing about him. They seemed to bore right through me. I doubt that anyone could successfully lie to this man.
After he was introduced to me by Brian, he quietly began to ask me questions. He pulled no punches and didn't beat around the bush. He asked me about how I had lived on the streets so I told him exactly what my life had been like. He asked if I could live with the rules that Brian had told me about and I said that I could. Then he got this funny look on his face and he just stood there looking first at me and then at Jason. Then he declared that we both had "that look that says you're both totally gone on each other!". I don't know which of us blushed a deeper shade of red, Jason or me. But Jason unashamedly leaned over and gave me a deep kiss right in front of them.
It was then I heard the most magical words I'd heard in a long time. Ty was saying to me 'Well, are you ready to come home?'. Home! I finally was going to have a home again! I leaped from the bed and, without thinking, wrapped my arms around Ty and gave him a hug, which he returned. By the time it was over, all four of us ended up in a group hug. Then Ty left to go to work and Brian went to make some phone calls.
"Are you happy now?" Jason asked me.
"Happy? There's got to be a better word for what I'm feeling than that!" I grinned. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel so incredibly relieved. Now I know you'll have someplace safe and I know that we will be able to spend time together. I'm sorry that we can't live together yet, but that will come. I promise. As soon as I can get out of the Corps, we will be together all the time." he promised me, taking my hand in his and kissing it again.
We sat there talking and sharing our dreams of what we wanted our life together to be, as if we had nothing to worry about. In the back of my mind, I knew that I was still sick, still infected with the virus. But I didn't want to talk about that! Not right now! I wanted, at least for a while, to pretend that Jason and I had a chance at a normal life together.
I didn't have time to dwell on this because suddenly Brian was back - and this time with a woman. She swept into the room and Brian introduced her as his mother, and the Supervisor of Nursing at the hospital. She came over to me and asked me how I was. Then she said some surprising things to me! I knew, somewhere in the back of my head, that she must know about Brian and Ty, but it seems she not only knew about it, but was happy about it! She accepted their relationship completely! And not only that, she knew about Jason and me! Damn! Does everybody in the whole world know that we're in love?!
But she started talking to me about being gay! She told me that it wasn't bad, or shameful. She told me that finding someone to love was the most wonderful thing in the world. I had never had anyone who was straight ever tell me these things! Then she declared that since Brian and Ty were her 'sons', that made Jason and me her grandsons! I loved her immediately! I threw my arms around her and gave her a hug. She then turned to Brian, handed him her credit card and told Brian to get me anything that I needed! I was amazed! But she'd told Jason and me that as the 'grandmother' it was her job to spoil us!
We left the hospital, after Brian finally found my clothes, and went to a nearby mall. I had Jason help me pick out clothes. He wouldn't let me get anything that was really sexy. He told me that I didn't need to 'advertise' anymore. That part of my life was over - for good. I was secretly so thrilled at the way he asserted himself. I know that I need help in learning how to relate to people again.
Brian paid for everything that day, including a new portable CD player and CD's. Well, everything except one t-shirt. Jason found it and bought it for me himself. It says "Property of USMC" with the Marine Corps logo on it. I made them let me put it on as soon as he paid for it. It was kind of like making our relationship 'real'.
Brian took us home and showed me 'my' room. I was overwhelmed. After all the rat and bug infested 'crash pads' and even some nights in alleys, I never thought that I would ever have a room of my own again. A place where I could be alone when I wanted to be. A place that I could share with Jason. I started to cry and Brian got upset. I think he thought I didn't like it! I explained to him how I felt and how grateful I was.
After a short time, he left to go back to the hospital. He made us promise not to get naked until he was at least out of the parking lot! I looked over at Jason and he was blushing as hard as I was!
Finally, we were alone. Really alone with each other. No one was going to walk in and disturb us. I suddenly felt myself getting really shy, for some reason. I had been with so many different men in the last year, it was strange that I should suddenly feel awkward being alone with Jason. But in all those other encounters, I had been in control. It was for money. There was no feeling in it. In fact, there was hardly any turn on at all. But this was vastly different. I didn't feel in control at all and there were so many feelings I couldn't begin to name them.
The biggest of them was FEAR! What if I couldn't please him? I'd never had to worry about that before. More importantly, I'd never really had 'Safe Sex' before. I was so scared of doing anything that would infect him. The thoughts of that were too horrifying to even contemplate. Unfortunately, those thoughts made me look at myself in a totally different way. I was not just infected - I was dangerous! I felt 'diseased'. I felt 'dirty'. I felt the way 'lepers' in the bible must have felt!
Jason came over and put his arms around me and I could feel myself freeze up. My whole body suddenly went stiff. I didn't want him to touch me. Even though I knew it was stupid, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head that if he even touched me, I'd infect him.
He, of course, noticed immediately that something was wrong. He looked down at me with questions and hurt in his eyes. He thought that I was suddenly rejecting him! I didn't know what to do! And, just to make matters worse, I started to cry.
Jason pulled me tightly to him, and I finally relaxed some in his arms. I clung to him but I couldn't stop the tears. He just held me for a long time, gently stroking my hair.
"What's the matter, babe?" he said quietly.
"Jason, I'm scared." I said.
"Of what? You're not scared of me, are you?" he asked.
I pulled out of his arms and walked over to the window looking out on the parking lot.
"No! I'm afraid FOR you!" I said. "I'm afraid that I'm going to infect you. I feel so dirty, so used. I don't know why you'd even want to touch me!"
"Scott, I love you! You aren't dirty to me! I don't look at you and see a disease. I see this beautiful guy who wants me and needs me and who I need in my life! You're not going to infect me, babe! It isn't that easy to do." he told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, turning around and looking into his eyes.
"Look, Scott. We get training on all this stuff. The HIV virus is one of the most difficult viruses to pass to another person. A lot of people don't know that. That's why they can be so sure of the mode of transmission. There has to be a direct blood to blood contact. As long as I don't take your cum in my mouth or ass, or into an open wound, I'm safe. I know that condoms seem like they aren't very sexy, but they really do work. I've never minded fucking with one on. In fact, I've never fucked anybody in my life without one." he told me.
"Can you get it if I suck you?" I asked.
"No, you don't get if from a blow job." he smiled at me.
He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
"I want you really bad, Scott. But I love you enough to wait. I'll wait until you want me." he said.
"But I do want you! Don't you understand?! I want you so bad it hurts inside me! I just can't understand why you'd want me! Do you know how many guys I've been with?!" I all but screamed.
"No. And I don't want to know. Whatever you did in the past doesn't matter now. All that matters now is that I love you and I want you. I hope that you feel the same way." he said and, taking his hands off of my shoulders, he walked over and stood by the bed, his back to me.
I watched him walk away. What the fuck was the matter with me?! I'd seen it in his eyes. Every word was true. He wasn't afraid of me. He didn't see me as 'used' or 'dirty'. He looked at me in a way that no one in my whole life had ever looked at me! I could feel myself melting, surrendering. I stopped seeing myself from inside and started seeing things through his eyes. Here he was, loving me so much that he was willing to build a relationship with somebody he knew could die. Worse, someone who could end up very sick for a long time. Maybe even get to the point where I couldn't take care of myself at all. He'd seen all this up on the Ward where he volunteered. He knew all this and he was still willing to love me! Who the fuck was I to try and push that love away?!
"Jason." I said quietly.
He turned and looked at me.
There was so much I wanted to say to him, but the words just wouldn't come out. I realized that this was not a time for words. This was a time for actions - which spoke louder than words. I walked over to him, reached up, and slowly began to unbutton his fatigue shirt. He stood there and let me fumble with the buttons, just smiling down at me. I pulled it out of his pants and pushed it down off his shoulders. His muscular chest gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window of the room. The scent of him was strong. I filled me as I breathed deeply of it. I gently ran my hands over the mound of his pectoral muscles and gently tweaked his impossibly small nipples. A small groan escaped his lips as I did so.
I moved my hands down his body and felt the ridges of his rock-solid abs. I reached for the buckle to his belt, but was having trouble undoing it. He reached down and undid it for me but than put his hands back at his sides, letting me continue undressing him. I unbuttoned his pants and slowly lowered the zipper. I could feel behind the fabric that he had come to full hardness at my touching him. I let the fatigue pants fall around his ankles, showing his white jockey shorts underneath and then dropped to my knees.
I untied his black combat boots and he raised each foot so that I could pull them off. He then sat down on the bed so that I could remove his socks and pants. I reached up for the waistband of his jockeys and he lifted his butt as I pulled them down and off him as well. As I pulled down his white shorts, I saw his cock pawing the air with a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his foreskin.
After I pulled them off his feet, I took his underwear in my hands and, looking up into his eyes, I brought them to my face to sniff. My eyes locked on his, I breathed deeply of the scent of him. The shorts were warm and somewhat damp with his sweat and I could smell his crotch odor permeating them. It was like a hit of poppers! His eyes grew wide as he watched me get off on the scent of him.
He leaned forward and pulled me to my feet. Standing there between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, he first pulled the t-shirt he'd bought me, which proudly proclaimed me as the property of the Corps, out of my jeans. As soon as my stomach appeared, he put his face to it and began to kiss and lick my skin. God! The touch of his tongue was like fire, turning me on and burning away any traces of shame I had been feeling.
I lifted my arms so that he could pull it off over my head. Then he went to my jeans. I wasn't wearing a belt so he just began unbuttoning the fly on them. I also wasn't wearing underwear (I hardly ever did) so as soon as the buttons were opened, my pubic bush appeared. He stroked his fingers through the soft hair and I could smell the scent of my crotch rising in the air. He did too, because I could hear him taking deep breaths of it and his hands slid around inside my jeans until they cupped my ass cheeks. He pushed my jeans down to my ankles while his hands stroked down my butt and the back of my legs. I put my hands on his shoulders and lifted one foot at a time so he could take my pants completely off.
Having stripped me, he leaned back on the bed and just looked at my naked body standing before him. I watched him drinking me in and saw the love and the lust that were going through him reflected in his eyes. Finally he looked up and into my eyes.
"You are so incredibly beautiful." he said, his voice low and husky.
Before I could even react to this, he sat up, grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down into the bed with him. I ended up on top of him, my hard cock pressing into his abs. He flipped us over and was on top of me. He raised up on his arms and looked into my face.
"I love you, Scott. More than I have words for. There has only been one other man that I've wanted in my life as badly as I want you. If you're not ok with this, you'd better say something now because I don't think I can stop or pull back from this point on." he said.
As an answer, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine, pulling his mouth hard against my own and pushing my tongue into his. We groaned into each other's mouths and ground our hard cocks against each other's bodies. With his strong, hard body covering mine, I lost all sense of time and space. All I could feel was the unbelievable feeling of being loved and protected. Never in my life, not even with Craig, had I ever felt this way before. All I knew is that I never wanted the feeling to end.
Jason pulled off my mouth and moved to my neck. His sucking, licking mouth about drove me crazy! I was moaning and crying out from the intensity of the feelings going through my body. I moved down and began to nibble at my tits next. I arched off the bed, driving my chest into his mouth. He moved to the other one and got the same reaction. Then he grabbed my arms from around his neck and pushed them above my head as he buried his face in my pits, sniffing and licking through the soft hairs. My moaning became constant as he pushed my body to heights of stimulation I wasn't aware existed.
Pulling his face out of my pits, he looked down at my flushed and sweaty face.
"See, Safe Sex can be really hot!" he grinned.
I could feel his hard cock pushing against my stomach. I could feel the cock-snot which he was leaking all over me. I knew this couldn't go on much longer. We'd postponed this too long to make this first time slow. I looked up at him with deep hunger in my eyes.
"Fuck me! Please, Jason! I want to feel you inside of me! Please!!!" I begged.
He grinned again and then moved down my body and got between my legs. He stroked my hard cock with his hand while he sniffed and licked at my sweaty, fragrant balls. I moaned to him to let go of my cock because I was too close to cumming. He let go but, instead, he grabbed both my thighs and lifted them up and back until my knees were almost resting on my chest. He buried his face in my ass, inhaling deeply of the scent there. Then he began licking up and down my ass- trench until I thought I would go insane from the feelings and the wanting of him.
He dropped my legs and knelt between them. His hard, dripping cock was throbbing with each beat of his heart. He looked down at me and held up the foil packet of a condom.
"Come get me ready, lover, if you want this cock in your butt!" he grinned.
I leaped forward and took his cock all the way down my throat in one gulp. Deep-throating was a speciality of mine or I would never have been able to bury his whole nine thick inches in my throat. I sucked at his cock, wetting it with my saliva. Then I took the condom from him and, placing it on the tip of his cock, rolled it down to the base with my mouth.
He reached down beside the bed to his pants and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He took some on his fingers and gave the bottle to me. He lubed up my eager and open hole while I slicked up his condom-covered cock. He quickly worked three fingers up me and then pushed me back on the bed. I raised my legs for him and he put them over his shoulders. He put his lubed cock at the entrance to my body.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yes! Shove it in my ass! HARD!" I all but screamed.
Taking me at my word, his hips snapped forward and his cock was buried to the hilt in my ass. I gasped at the sudden pain and pleasure of it! He stayed still, his cock buried in my butt while my chute became used to the largeness of him. My ass quickly adjusted to his size and I looked up into his face. I saw pure animal lust in his eyes. This was not going to be a loving fuck. This was going to be a rough fuck! A fuck of possession! He was going to fuck me and mark me as his own. I was ready!
"Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!" I said.
He growled and began pounding away at my ass. I loved it! The strength and power of him almost overwhelmed me! He was twisting this way and that as he plunged his cock over and over again into my hot, willing hole. He was hitting places with that monster that no one had ever hit before! I reached up and grabbed hold of his tits with my fingers and began to pull on them while he continued to batter my ass.
Soon his rhythm began to become ragged as did his breathing. The sweat began to drip from his body and the smell of our rutting and our bodies was joining in a male miasma which was driving me closer and closer to my release as his cock continued to pummel my ass and hammer away at my butt-nut.
Suddenly, my orgasm was upon me! My cock, which neither of us had touched, began spitting out shot after shot of my cum. I guess this was too much for Jason, because as soon as I began to shoot, I heard him groan and felt his cock begin to tremble in my butt as he let loose his load into the condom inside my ass. He then collapsed on top of me and my cum and our sweat mingled between our bodies.
We lay there, basking in the afterglow of our hunger for each other. Never before had an orgasm wracked my body with so many feelings, so many emotions. The Spanish, I learned from one diplomat who I had serviced, call orgasm 'the small death' and I now understood why. I suddenly found myself as if I had died and been reborn in Jason's arms. I no longer felt 'diseased' or 'dirty'. I only felt desired and loved. I felt buoyed by the knowledge that I had satisfied the hunger in my lover. No more doubts, no more fears. I was capable of giving and receiving pleasure with him.
Finally, his breathing returned almost to normal, he rose up onto his elbows and looked down at me. The look on his face was one of both love and astonishment.
"I haven't experienced anything like that since the one and only time that Mike made love me." he said, his eyes glowing with love for me.
"Who's Mike?" I asked.
"My oldest brother. We were in love. He made love to me for the first time in my life." he said.
"You had sex with your brother?" I asked.
While I had heard of these type of situations, I'd never met anyone who had actually experienced it.
"I had sex with all three of my brothers. But I only made love with Mike." Jason told me.
"What happened. Why aren't you with him?" I asked.
"He was killed less than a week after he made love to me for the first time. Until I met you yesterday, I'd never again allowed myself to feel anything for anybody except lust. So you see, you're not the only one who's done things in his life that most people, at best, wouldn't understand and, at worst, would condemn you for." he said, his eyes searching my face for any hint of condemnation.
"I wished I had a brother like that." I said. "I didn't have any brothers or sisters. I grew up very much alone."
"You're not alone anymore. And neither am I." I said.
"But you had other brothers. Didn't that help?" I asked.
"How could it? Oh, don't get me wrong, I love my brothers. But I wasn't 'in-love' with them. I would watch the three of them; Brad, Eric and Mike, having circle jerks at night. Getting each other off. One night, I joined them. But I wanted more than just a circle jerk. That was the first night that I ever sucked cock. And Mike's was the first one. The next day was when he made love to me for the first time. For what time he had left, I slept in his arms every night. But when he died, something went out of life for me. And I guess for my brothers as well. We never touched each other again. They ended up getting hooked up with girls. Mike had told me that they would. He said that he and I were the only ones who would end up preferring other males. He was right, all the way around." he said, a wistful look in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Jason! I don't know what else to say to you." I told him, frustration in my voice at my inability to take away the trouble in his spirit as he'd take away mine.
"It's ok. I can talk about it with you because it doesn't hurt when I'm near you. That's how I knew that you were the one. The pain never went away until I met you." and saying this, he leaned down and kissed me deeply.
Breaking the kiss, he rolled off of me an onto his side. I turned and faced him. He reached out and I moved closer to him while one of his arms went under my head and the other went around my body and his hand began to gently stroke my back. Just his touch was enough to set me off. Even after the huge orgasm I'd just had, my cock was again hard and poking into Jason's stomach. Feeling it, he pulled me closer.
"I want you to do something for me, Scott." he said quietly.
"I'll do anything for you, Jason. What is it?" I asked.
"I want you to make love to me." he said.
"Jason, I just did." I said quietly.
"No, Scott. I want you to fuck me." he said.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. Very sure." he said and kissed me gently.
I couldn't help myself. I pulled him to me and made the kiss deeper. I wanted him this way. I wanted to give him the pleasure and the feeling of possession that I felt. I wanted to make him mine in the same way he had marked me as his. Somehow I knew that this relationship was going to have to be mutual to work. And this would be the first proof of that.
As I continued to kiss him, I pushed him over onto his back and put my body on top of his. It felt so good, so right, to have him under me. I was the one offering protection now. It was as much my responsibility to protect my mate as it was his to protect me.
I began moving down his body, reveling in the smoothness of his skin and the steel-hardness of his muscles. The physical training that Marines go through creates incredible bodies. But it was more than his body I reveled in. It was his scent, his warmth. It was him. This male that loved me and that I loved. This male I was drawn to in ways that I had never experienced before.
I buried my face in his public hair and breathed deeply of his scent. My cock was so hard, I had no concerns about being able to physically fulfill my role. I didn't touch his cock because I wanted him to get off solely on my fucking him so I, instead, moved down and began licking his balls and the area below them leading to his ass.
He pulled his legs back and presented his hole to me. Ringed by a light dusting of fur, it was pink and puckered and winking at me. I lost myself for a while in the scent of his trench and then reached out my tongue to taste the sweat and musk which had built up inside. I locked my lips to his wrinkled hole and sucked those lips into my mouth while I plunged my tongue as far up inside him as I could. I tasted the inside of him for the first time and moaned at the pleasure of it.
I ate his hole for a long time, making it more and more relaxed. I could tell he was not as used to getting fucked as I was. I finally reached for the lube and began to slowly, one finger at a time, lube and open his hole. When I finally had three fingers working in and out of him, and him moaning in pleasure from it, I knew it was time.
I usually preferred to fuck guys on their stomachs. For one thing, in my 'business', I didn't have to look at them. I could fantasize they were someone else. On the few occasions that it happened that I had someone who had a decent body, I really loved seeing, stroking, biting and licking their muscular backs. It especially got me off to watch my cock plunging in and out of their buns. But I knew that this fuck was different. First of all, I wanted to see Jason's face while I fucked him. This was no 'trick'. This was my mate! The guy I loved! I wanted to watch every feeling, every emotion that crossed his face while I fucked him. And I wanted him to watch me do it! To know who was fucking him!
I rolled a condom down my hard cock and added lube to the outside. I put his legs on my shoulders and put my latex covered cock at his hole. I looked down at his face. He was watching every thing I did, anticipating what was coming next.
"Fuck me hard and rough - just like I fucked you!" He said, his lust filled eyes boring into mine
"Ok, fucker! You asked for it!" I said as I snapped my hips forward just as he had done and buried my cock in his ass in one, hard thrust.
He moaned at the intrusion in his body and his eyes snapped open wide. I watched his face and felt his ass muscles as the first shock of pain relaxed into pleasure. When I felt his chute relax enough, I began to shove my cock in and out. I started slowly but quickly built up both speed and power. Before I knew it, I was pounding his butt hard and he was begging for more!
"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Pound that ass! Fuck me hard up my butt! Make me feel it!" he babbled as I continued to give him what he wanted.
I thought, that because I had already cum and was wearing a condom, that this fuck would take longer - that I wouldn't feel the intensity of it. Fuck! Was I wrong! Before I knew it, I was reaching the point where I could feel my cum rising from my balls and knew it was only seconds before I would shoot. Suddenly, his ass began gripping my cock so hard I thought it would break off while his cock began unloading his cum all over his face and chest. That did it for me! I gave one long moan, buried my cock as far in his butt as I could get and shot my load.
His ass continued to spasm around my cock as his body continued to quake after his orgasm. I stayed where I was, my cock buried in his ass until I finally felt his hole relax completely. At that point, I carefully pulled my cock from his hole, making sure that the condom stayed on my cock. Then I moved up and laid down beside him. He turned to me and I took him in my arms. He rested his head against my chest and gently began kissing me there. I stroked his head and his shoulder while we lay there, lost in our love for each other.
"Scott, can I ask you something?" Jason said.
"Sure, anything, lover." I answered.
"Can you cook?" he asked, looking up at me and grinning.
"Sure. My mom started teaching me years ago. Why?" I asked. I should have known!
"Because I'm really fucking starving!" Jason moaned.
The end of Part 14 of THE MARINE NEXT DOOR
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