Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 15:52:52 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 7

Disclaimer: This is a story. I didn't live it - even though I wished I
had. It is purely for enjoyment. It's another of my "Marine" stories. Some
guys wonder why I keep writing about Marines. Besides the fact that they
epitomize masculinity to me, beyond the fact that they are just about the
raunchiest guys I've ever known, there is another reason.

These brave warriors are often the first defense against any enemy of my
country and my way of life. Throughout the history of this country, the
Marine Corps has produced more, oftentimes unsung, heros than any other
fighting force. And I don't know about you, but contrary to Whitney
Houston's song, my need for a hero has always been fulfilled by The Few,
The Proud, The Marines. Semper Fi!

I wish to acknowledge two people who's assistance with this story was
invaluable. First of all, Kris, who is a great writer in her own right.

And

Second, but not least, a real Marine and a beautiful man - Rich, who will
always be Jeff to me.

MARINE HERO
by RimPig (c) 2004

Chapter 7 - Alone with Dad

Early the next morning, I awoke alone. I could hear movement in the
kitchen, so I knew that Jeff had not left for the base yet. I was just
thinking about getting out of bed and joining him when he came back into
the bedroom, still gloriously naked and carrying two steaming mugs of
coffee. I sat up and took the one he handed me.

"Good morning." he said, leaning over and kissing me gently.

"Good morning!" I said, smiling up at him. "I was lonely, waking up alone."

"Well, you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you up." he
smiled as he got back into bed on his side.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About five o'clock. I don't have to be to the base until seven. I always
wake up before the alarm clock. Comes from getting up early every morning
on the ranch." he said.

"Will I get to see the ranch?" I asked.

"Yeah. Probably sometime in the spring. Maybe we'll go spend Easter with my
folks, how would that be?" he asked.

"Fine with me. I want to meet your brothers!" I grinned slyly.

"Oh, shit! I better warn them to save up their strength for that!" he
laughed.

I just grinned and sipped my coffee.

"So, have you decided what you're going to do today?" he asked.

"No. Not yet." I said.

"By the way, I have something to ask you...can you cook?" he asked.

"Yeah, I can. Really well, too! I learned from the cooks that worked for my
grandfather. I was safer in the kitchen because neither my grandfather or
mother ever went in there. And since I was around all the time, the cooks
put me to work. I think they felt sorry for me. Everyone could see how I
was treated. Eventually, I learned how to prepare full meals. We never told
my grandfather or mother that oftentimes, dinner was cooked by me - not the
people they hired!" I said.

"Well, that's good because I can cook a few things but mostly I'd just buy
frozen or pre-made stuff. I was too busy working on the ranch to have time
to learn about cookin'." Jeff said. "I'll leave you some cash and you can
check out the kitchen and then go to the store and get whatever you think
we'll need."

"Good! Then I can cook dinner and have it ready for you when you get home -
just like a real wife!" I grinned.

"Hey! I didn't mean it that way!" he argued.

"Silly! I didn't either! I'm glad to do it - makes me feel useful around
here." I said.

He put his coffee mug down on the bedside table and turned to me.

"Oh, you're very 'useful' around here!" he said, sliding his hand under the
covers and down my naked thigh.

"Mmm!" I moaned and set my mug on the table beside me before things went
any further.

After I had, Jeff pulled me close and began licking my neck and ear closest
to him as his hands began to roam all over my body.

"You've got the softest fuckin' skin, you know that?" he murmured in my
ear.

"All I know about my skin is how much I love you touching it!" I said.

"I want you really bad!" he groaned, as his hand went between my legs and
under my balls, feeling for my hole.

I didn't say a word, just rolled over onto my stomach, spreading my legs
and thrusting my butt up to give him full access. He threw the covers off
me, baring my full body to his sight.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" he said as he moved down the bed, getting between my
spread legs.

I felt his hands pull open my butt-cheeks and then his tongue laving up and
down my butt-crack until it centered on my hole. He began to lick my hole
and push his tongue into it. I pushed down on the muscles, relaxing my hole
and letting his tongue dig deeper inside me!

"Fuck! Yeah! Lick my hole! Eat my hole! Get me ready!" I groaned as his
tongue began to set my ass on fire with desire to be plundered by his hard,
thick manhood!

He continued to eat my butt for a few more minutes and then rose up and
reached into a drawer in the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. I
could feel the cold wetness of it as he began applying it to my opening,
slowly working his fingers inside me, opening me up for the fucking that
was about to happen. When he'd sufficiently spread open my hole, I could
hear him slicking up his cock.

"Get up on all fours." he said, and I complied.

He then reached beneath me and anointed my raging cock with lube as
well. Then he began pressing his cock slowly into me while he reached under
me and grasped my hardon. As his cock slid deep inside me, he was slowly
manipulating my cock, keeping it hard while he bottomed out in my
ass-chute. When I was fully relaxed inside, he began to slowly fuck me,
matching the rhythm of his cock-strokes in my ass with his hand strokes on
my cock! I was in heaven!

"Ahh, fuck yeah! Fuck me! Jack me off!" I moaned at the duel sensation of
his cock in my ass and his hand on my cock that was rocking my world!

Jeff fucked me slowly at first, but soon was slamming his cock faster and
faster, in and out of my butt, while his hand-strokes on my cock kept up
with the speed of his fucking. In almost no time at all, I reached the
point of no return, my cock shooting load after load of my hot spunk onto
the sheets below me. Evidently, the clenching of my ass-chute was enough to
trip Jeff's trigger as well because I felt him slamming into me and crying
out.

"FUCK! YEAH! FUCKIN' YOUR BUTT! CUMMIN' IN YOUR ASS!!!" he screamed out as
his cock proceeded to deposit blast after blast of hot USMC spoonge in my
guts.

He collapsed on my back as he came down from his orgasm and I lowered us
slowly to the bed.  He brought his hand up from under me and began to lick
my cum from it and then held me tight while he licked and sucked at my
shoulders and neck. I could still feel his cock hard as a rock and
throbbing in my ass.

"I'd love to give you a piss enema right now, but I don't wanna mess up the
bed too bad." he murmured in my ear.

"I've gotta piss, too, so let's go in the shower and take care of both our
problems." I answered.

"Good, idea!" he said. "But there's something I want to do first."

I didn't ask what. I had a pretty good idea of what he wanted. He slowly
pulled his bloated cock from my ass and knelt between my spread legs. I got
back up to my knees and his mouth locked to my open, ravaged hole and began
to suck his load from deep inside me. His tongue felt so good soothing the
tender tissues of my asslips as he feltched me. I hadn't known what the
word meant or even what the act was, but now it had become of my favorites
- one of my MANY favorites!

He got done eating my hard-fucked ass and slapped my ass cheek.

"Come on, grunt! I gotta piss bad!" he barked as he, grinning, he headed to
the bathroom.

'Grunt?! What the fuck is a grunt?' I thought to myself as I scrambled off
the bed and followed him.

He got into the shower and waited while I climbed in then pulled me into
his arms, trapping our cocks between us. He kissed me gently and then
whispered, "Just let go." and then his mouth came down on mine hard. I
opened to him as his tongue pressed inside my mouth. I sucked on it as my
hands came up and caressed his head, keeping his mouth tight against my
own.

I suddenly felt the hot wetness of his piss against the skin of my lower
abdomen and crotch.  Understanding what he meant now, I, too, let go with
my piss all over him. We stood there, kissing and pissing on each other. It
certainly was the most romantic piss I'd ever taken in my entire life!

This was followed by a very romantic shower as we gently washed each other,
caressing each other's body and kissing each other's mouths and bodies
often. Then we dried each other off and Jeff went and got dressed, pulling
his fatigues out of the closet. I sat on the bed watching as he pulled on
his black combat boots, blousing his fatigue pants inside of them. In
almost no time at all, before me stood a United State Marine! Fuck! He
could be a recruiting poster for the Corps!  My heart was going a million
miles an hour just looking at him standing there! I never realized how much
of a 'thing' I had for uniforms until that morning. Of course, until that
morning, I'd never been in the same room with a uniformed Marine!

"My fucking God! You are fucking breathtaking!" I said, breathlessly.

The awe I felt for him I'm sure was mirrored on my face because he looked
at me and blushed.

"I'm just one of Uncle Sam's Misguided Children." he said quietly.

"You're a fucking Marine God!" I enthused.

"No, I'm not. I ain't no god. I ain't some kind of hero or nothin'." he
said bashfully.

I got up off the bed and walked over to him. I slipped my arms around his
waist and looked up into his deep blue eyes.

"You're a hero all right! You're my Marine Hero! You're the best man I've
ever known in my life." I said.

"And you've got a fucking silver tongue!" he said, and leaned down and
kissed me, swatting my naked ass with his hand at the same time.

"Oww! That' stung!" I laughed.

"I gotta get goin' or I'll be late." he said grabbing his 'cover' - as I
learned later, the Marine term for 'hat'.

"What about breakfast?" I asked him.

"I'll have that in the mess hall." he said, slipping his arm around me and
pulling me to him.

He kissed me one more time and then he was out the door of the bedroom and
moving down the hall. I heard the front door close and stood there feeling
so good, I hugged myself like I could hold the good feelings inside
forever! Then I headed for the kitchen and got myself another mug of coffee
and sat down the table and started to think about what I was going to do
that day. I noticed that there were five $20 bills lying on the table -
$100! Jeff had left it for me to shop with. They were lying under a key
ring with four keys on it. The key ring had a disc with the Marine Corps
emblem (the globe and anchor). One was evidently a vehicle key which, no
doubt went to the truck that Jeff told me he had. The two others went to
the door locks on the front door of the apartment. But there was a fourth
key, much smaller than the others which I couldn't figure out. I later
learned it went to the apartment's mailbox downstairs.  Well...that took
care of part of the day. There was only one problem - I didn't have the
faintest idea where a fucking supermarket was! I guessed I'd wander around
until I found one. That was until I heard the phone ring.  I got up to
answer it and it was Dad!

"Good mornin', son!" he said.

"Good mornin', Dad!" I grinned into the phone.

"How are you this mornin - as if I can't hear it in your voice!" he
laughed.

"I'm wonderful, Dad! Jeff just left for the base." I said.

"Hmm. He's runnin' a little late. Now, I wonder why that is?" he laughed.

"Enough, Dad! You know damned well why! If we could keep our hands off each
other, he wouldn't be running late. But then, it wouldn't be near as much
fun!" I laughed.

"Well, enjoy it, boy! You've got yourself a good man there." Dad said.

"I know it, Dad. I surely do know it. So, did you just call to say
'hello'?" I asked.

"No, I called because I'm through training today around noon. I thought
you'd like to have lunch with me?" Dad said.

"I can't think of a thing that I would rather do than have lunch with my
Dad!" I said.

"Then I'll pick you up around 12:30 - how's that?" he asked.

"I'll be ready! Trust me, I know how Marines are about punctuality!" I
laughed.

"Then I'll see ya, boy!" Dad said.
                                                  
"Yeah, Dad. See ya then." I answered and we both hung up.

Well, that took care of that! Maybe Dad could even help me find a grocery
store and shop. But what was I going to do until then? It was only about
seven o'clock in the morning and Dad wasn't due to show up for another more
than five hours! I decided that maybe I should go walk around the
neighborhood and get to know it. I went back to the bedroom and got dressed
and headed out.

I locked up the apartment and went downstairs. When I got down there, I saw
an elderly woman coming up the stairs with one of those wire, two-wheeled
carts which people pull behind them, filled with groceries. She looked up
at me and smiled.

"Hello!" she said.

"Hi!" I answered.

"Just move in? I don't remember seeing you around before." she said, not
suspiciously, just curiously.

"Yes, I did. I live on the second floor - 204." I said.

"Oh, where that nice Marine corporal lived! Oh, dear! He was such a sweet
boy. I'm sorry he's gone!" she said, truly seeming to be upset at the
thought of Jeff leaving.

"Oh, he's not gone!" I said. "I'm living with him."

"Oh! Oh, that's wonderful! I didn't think that he'd leave without just
saying good-bye! He's is truly such a nice boy. So, you're his room-mate
now!" she said.

"Yes. I am." figuring that's all she needed to know.

"Good! He always seemed so lonely. I'm glad he's found someone to be
company for him." she smiled. "I'm Mrs. Gilbert."

"I'm Mike...Mike Harrison." I said.

"Well, nice to meet you, Mike!" she grinned. "Maybe you and Jeff can come
down and join me for tea sometime this week."

"I'm sure we'd love to, Mrs. Gilbert." I smiled. "Could I ask you
something?"

"Of course, dear. What would you like to know?" she smiled.

"Well, I noticed you have groceries. I'm new here and I don't know where
the grocery store is.  Jeff wanted me to go shopping but didn't think to
tell me." I said.

"Oh, that's easy. You just go out of the apartment, turn right, go down
three blocks and there it is! You can't miss it!" she said.

"Thanks! Are they open now?" I asked.

"Oh, they're open 24 hours a day, dear!" she said.

"Great! I'm having lunch with my Dad, who's a Marine as well. I can get the
shopping done before he gets here." I said. "I'd better head out. Thank you
so much."

"You're welcome, dear. Say hello to Jeff for me. Tell him about having tea
this week!" she said.

"I certainly will!" I said, heading out and walking down the street as
she'd directed me.

She was absolutely right. Three blocks down, I found the grocery store. I
went shopping, remembering I didn't have a cart like hers so I only got the
things that we would need for a few days. I decided to get something for
Dad and me for lunch so that we wouldn't have to go out. I wanted to spend
time alone with him. There were so many things I wanted to talk to him
about and didn't want to have to do that in a restaurant.

An hour or so later, I carried two large bags back to the apartment and
quickly put the groceries away. I'd gotten some eggs and bacon so that I
could have breakfast. The Marine Corps may supply mess privileges to Dad
and Jeff, but they didn't to me and I was starving by this point! I fixed
eggs, bacon and toast and a fresh pot of coffee. By the time I finished and
washed the dishes it was ten o'clock. Still too early to start lunch but
not too early to start dinner.

I decided I was going to fix a good, hearty beef stew for Jeff as our first
meal with me cooking. It was something substantial, good-tasting and not
overly expensive. It was also something we could easily get more than one
meal out of. I began cutting up the stew meat and browning it in a skillet
and then cutting up the carrots, celery, onions and potatoes I would put in
it. Once that was finished, I put it all in a big pot that I found under
the kitchen counter and added water and spices. Setting the stove on one of
the lowest settings, I would let the stew simmer and cook all day. That was
the secret of good stew - cooking a long time over low heat brought out all
the flavors of the meat and vegetables and tenderized the tough stew-meat.

When I finished getting the stew on the stove, I had plenty of time to
start lunch. I figured I'd do cheese burgers and soup. I cut up celery and
onions and put them in a pot to boil for about half an hour while I peeled
more potatoes, cut them into medium sized pieces and boiled them until they
were done but still solid. I emptied the pot of the vegetables and then
poured water and milk into the pot, added salt and pepper and bought it to
a boil. I mashed half the potatoes and put them, the whole potato pieces
and the other vegetables in the pot and set it all to cook on low, stirring
them occasionally. This was my cream of potato soup. If I'd added two cans
of clams with their broth, it would be New England Clam Chowder.

About the time the soup had well simmered and I had the burgers ready to go
into a skillet, I heard a knock on the door. I went and answered it,
letting Dad in. We stood there hugging for a few moments and I found myself
having the problem of keeping my cock under control again standing there in
his warm, strong arms with his scent surrounding me.

"So you ready to go?" Dad asked.

"Well...would you mind if we didn't go out to lunch. I've fixed lunch for
us." I said.

"Fuck, no! I'd much rather have lunch here!" he grinned. "I didn't know you
could cook!"

"You sound like Jeff!" I laughed. "To tell the truth, Dad, there's a lot
about me you don't know."

"Yeah, I know, son." he said, apologetically. "But that ain't my fault. God
knows, I tried to find out about you."

I realized that what I had said had been unknowingly very cruel. I put my
arms around him, kissing him.

"I know that, Dad! I read all your letters. It's why I'm here now. I want
to get to know the one man who loved me the longest in my life!" I said.

He looked at me and I could see such love in his eyes that it almost
brought tears to mine! I also saw something else but, for the moment, I was
trying to ignore that - both in him and in myself. I led him into the
kitchen and sat him down at the table.

"Wow! Something smells really good!" he said.

"Well, there's a couple of 'somethings' you're smelling. I've got beef stew
on for dinner tonight and cream of potato soup for us for lunch along with
cheeseburgers. How does that sound?" I asked.

"That sounds great, son!" Dad grinned.

"Well, lemme get you a beer." I said.

"That sounds good!" Dad replied.

I got Dad a beer from the refrigerator and then put the skillet on the
stove and started the cheeseburgers. I felt Dad's eyes on me watching me
work.

"Now don't tell me your Mama taught you how to cook?!" Dad said.

"Mom?! Mom doesn't even know where the fuckin' kitchen is in the house!" I
laughed and he did, too.

"I guess she hasn't changed much over the years?" he asked.

"Not one damned bit! Still the 'socialite'! Every fuckin' charity in the
county but not one fuckin' minute for me." I said. "I learned to cook from
the cooks that Grandfather hired over the years. I used to hang out in the
kitchen all the time because I knew that was one place that Mom and
Grandfather wouldn't come." I said.

"Son, I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am." Dad said.

"Hey!" I said, turning to look at him. "I don't blame you one bit for what
happened! What choice did you have? You got railroaded out of the county
and it's not like you didn't want me. The hate the fact that now I realize
that the only realize that old son-of-a-bitch wouldn't let Mom give custody
of me to you had nothing to do with wanting me - it was all about hurting
you! I'll never forgive the bastard for that!"

"Never's a long time, son." Dad said.

"I don't care! There's nothing he could ever do or say that would ever make
me forgive him." I said with finality.

"So what are you gonna do now?" Dad asked.

"Well...Jeff and I were talking about that last night. I just don't know
right now. Things have changed so quickly! I mean, I never expected to find
Jeff and end up being with him. I figured that I need to get a job,
however, to make some money." I said.

"What about school? What about college or learning a trade?" Dad asked.

"I just don't know. I mean, I'd like to go to college, but it costs a lot
of money." I said.

"What about going to like the local Community College?" Dad asked.

"Well, unless I lived here for a year, I'd have to pay out of state fees."
I said.

"That may be true but you forget, you're technically a military dependent,
so those rules don't apply to you." Dad said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "How am I a military dependent? I'm 18,
remember? Besides, you've never been my custodial parent."

"Don't matter. I've still been paying child support for you all these years
and your medical coverage has always been through CHAMPUS - that's for
military dependents. Plus, under the rules, if you're in school, I can
continue to cover you until you graduate from college." Dad said.

"Wait a minute! You mean Mom's been getting support money from you all
these years?!" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah! Every month it comes straight outa my pay before I even see
it. And she's gotten medical cards for you as well." Dad said.

"That lying fucking bitch!" I shouted. "She told me that you never
contributed one cent to my care - that if it hadn't been for her fucking
'Daddy', we'd both be on the street!"

"I can show you my pay-stubs." Dad said quietly.

"You don't need to! You haven't lied to me! She does it all the time!
Fucking bitch!" I growled.

"So, look, Mike..."Dad said calmly. "You want to go to college, I'll make
sure you get there.  Okay?"

"Dad, you don't have to do that." I said.

"I want to son! Please, I ain't never been able to be a real Dad to you
before this - I know it's a little late, but I really want to do this for
you." he said.

I looked into his eyes and I could see how much this really meant to him. I
walked over, bent down and put my arms around his neck, kissing him on the
cheek.

"Dad, you weren't there when I was growing up, but you're here now and
that's what counts!  Just accepting me as I am and my love for Jeff is more
than I have any right to ask of you - and now, this?! Daddy, now I've got
two men in my life I don't deserve." I said and I started crying.

Dad stood up, holding me in his arms, gently stroking my head. I clung to
him as he held me tightly to him. Before I knew what was happening, I
suddenly realized that my cock was hard and pressing against him. More
importantly, I could feel something hard pressing back and knew that we
were both standing there in each other arms with hardons! I didn't know
what to do and wanted to pull away, but Dad held tight to me, just
continuing to gently stroke my head. He went to kiss my cheek, but I turned
my head so that his lips and mine came together. The kiss started out sweet
and gentle but quickly became harder and then turned passionate! Our mouths
opened to each other almost at the same time and suddenly I was sucking on
Dad's tongue and tasting him. The taste of beer and Marine. I was groaning
and clinging to him. I wanted him! I wanted him bad! And I knew he wanted
me! Finally Dad broke the kiss and pushed me away, turning his back to me,
walked away.

"I'm sorry, Mike! I don't know what came over me! Can you ever forgive
me?!" he said, not looking at me.

I walked over and slipped my arms around his waist, putting my face against
his back.

"Forgive you?! For what?! For something I wanted?!" I asked.

He pulled my hands apart and walked out of my arms.

"Mike, I'm your Dad! I'm not supposed to have those kind of feelings for
you." he said quietly, and I could hear the anguish he was going through in
his voice.

"And I'm your son. But I have those feelings for you! After all, you may be
my Dad, but we didn't even meet until yesterday!" I said.

"That's all well and good - but you have a good man who's in love with you!
What about Jeff?  Have you forgotten about him?" Dad asked turning to look
at me.

"Of course I haven't!" I said, somewhat angry at the accusation. "For your
information, Jeff and I discussed this last night!"

"Last night?!" he exclaimed. "You knew this was goin' to happen?!"

"Yes. Well...not exactly when but, yeah. I knew that you wanted me. I could
see it your eyes.  Didn't you see it in mine?" I asked.

He didn't say anything for a moment and then I saw his shoulders drop, as
if in resignation.

"Yeah. I did. I just didn't think you knew it." he said quietly. "So what
did you and Jeff talk about. How sick I am for wantin' my own son?"

"NO! Not in the least! Jeff and I promised that we would always love each
other but, as he pointed out to me, we're guys. Guys are horndogs! We can
have sex without falling in love and shit. We promised each other that if
we wanted to have sex with somebody, then we'd talk about it. It would be
open and honest between us. But last night wasn't exactly that
conversation." I said.

"Yeah! I'll just bet it wasn't!" he said, ruefully.

"No! You don't understand! I talked to Jeff because I knew I couldn't just
have sex with you.  Maybe any other guy on earth - but not you! I could
only make love to you. You pointed out that difference last night,
remember?" I asked.

"Yeah. I remember." he said, finally looking at me lovingly once again.

"Jeff completely understood. He's not jealous. Well...not exactly. You see,
my lover thinks your about the most incredible Marine Stud he's ever seen
and would love to get it on with you, too!  He told me the only thing he'd
be jealous of is me getting to have sex with you and he wouldn't."  I
smiled.

Dad just stood there with his mouth hanging open. I don't think he was
expecting that at all!

"You're shittin' me, right?!" he finally asked.

"Dad, I don't lie - especially not to men I love." I smiled.

"Well, I'll be fucked!" he said, scratching his head in confusion.

"Well, if that's what you want, I'm sure either me or Jeff would be glad to
oblige!" I grinned.

Dad looked at me in shock for a moment and then threw back his head and
started laughing!

"Well, I'll be goddamned! You two sure take the fuckin' cake, son!" Dad
laughed.

I walked over and put my arms around his neck.

"I suggest that after we have lunch, that you take me to bed and finish
what you started. Then why don't you plan on staying to dinner and after
that, all three of us can play and you can see what a stud I've got for a
lover!" I said, kissing him gently.

"You ain't careful, you're gonna end up a slut just like your Daddy with
ideas like that, boy!" he grinned, and then kissed me back.

"Well, after all, Dad, genetics seemed to have worked so far!" I smiled.

"Damn! Do you have any idea what a sexy boy you are?" he growled.

"Not until I met Jeff, I didn't." I said softly.

"You really love him, don't you." Dad said.

"Oh, Dad, you have no idea how much I love him!" I said.

"Yeah, son. I think I do." Dad said, squeezing me tight in his strong, warm
arms.

"Well, let's eat." I said. "I think we're gonna need our strength." I
purred.

"Oh fuck! I don't know if I've got enough strength to handle you - no
matter what I eat!" Dad laughed.

"I can't believe that! Not with those fuckin' muscles on you!" I grinned.

"You noticed did you?" Dad asked, grinning back.

"Oh, fuck yeah! If you weren't my Dad, I'd have already had you in bed! Or
died trying!" I laughed.

We kissed again. Gently but deeply. Then Dad let me go and I finished
fixing lunch for us. As we sat eating, we talked more about my life at home
and his in the Marine Corps. Finally, he looked at me.

"You know, this is really good soup! You made this?!" he asked.

"Yep. All by myself." I smiled.

"Damn, boy, if you can fuck half as good as you can cook, I may just have
to steal you away from that Corporal of yours!" he grinned.

"Sorry, Dad! No way! I couldn't live without Jeff. But, I have to tell you
- I don't think I could live without you, now."  I said quietly.

"You haven't even 'had' me yet!" he said.

"We can take care of that." I said.

And getting up, I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

The End of Chapter Seven of MARINE HERO

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