Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 16:29:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE RETURN 01

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MARINE RETURN
Part 1
by RimPig   2006

Probably the biggest shock that my parents had to endure was my
announcement three days before graduation that I was joining the United
States Marine Corps. What was particularly shocking about it was that, if
any body would have been seen as likely Marine Corps material, it was my
older brother, Darren.

Darren, who was just two years older than me, was the family
jock. Football, baseball, wrestling, track, you name it - if you could
sweat doing it, Darren did it. More than that, he was great at it.  He had
more letters and trophies than anybody who'd graduated from our high school
in over 30 years. He was the BJOC (Big Jock On Campus) - popular with all
the girls and all the guys. Not to mention devastatingly handsome to
boot. At six foot two inches with golden blond hair and deep blue eyes and
the body of a trained athlete, Darren was a heart-throb to most of the
girls and a wet-dream to some of the guys. Of course, those guys would
never in a million years admit that - but I could see the looks they gave
my brother when they thought no one was looking. Looks that Darren was
completely oblivious to, or so I thought at the time.

Needless to say, in the way of so many 'little' brothers, I was nothing
like Darren. First of all, I was shorter than Darren at only five foot ten
inches - Okay! Five foot nine and a half! - and I had dark brown hair and
green eyes. Somehow, Darren got my mother's coloring and I got Dad's while
Darren got Dad's build and height and I seemed to get Mom's. Not exactly a
fair distribution in my mind. Add to that, I was no type of jock
whatever. In fact, I was totally inept when it came to any kind of sports
except swimming. I had, for all intents and purposes, no hand- eye
coordination so anything that had to do with any kind of a 'ball' was
completely beyond me.

I was also the family 'nerd' - getting good grades while
Darren...well...I'm not saying that Darren is stupid - because he's not!
But he did tend to breeze by on being a Jock and just doing enough work to
get by. Because of his athletic prowess, however, he got tons of
scholarship offers to college. I, on the other hand, who got straight 'A's'
all the way through high school and was class Salutatorian, got not one
scholarship offer. Which, to my mind, has never seemed fair.

There were several other things that I didn't think were very fair then -
kind of like jokes that the Universe had played on me. The first, of
course, was having such a talented, athletic brother who's footsteps I had
to travel in and couldn't. If Darren had been anything but the nicest,
greatest guy in the world, I could have really ended up hating him. But he
was and I didn't.  Which, in it's own way, brings up the second joke the
Universe played on me.

Darren and I had always been close. Part of the reason for that was the
fact that, to be honest, I worshiped the ground he walked on. I idolized my
older brother. As a kid, I followed him everywhere - and unlike most older
brothers, he let me! He never seemed to mind having me around. He was
everything to me from the time I could toddle after him, still in 'training
pants'. In the middle of the night, if I had a bad dream or there was
thunder and lightening (something that scared the bejeesus out of me!), it
was Darren's bed that I ran to for protection. He never minded.  He'd just
lift the covers and I practically jump into his arms, quickly falling
asleep again, sure of the protection of my 'Big Bro'.

I should say that it was easy finding his bed as we always - at least until
he went away to college - slept in the same room. Our parents were not rich
and we only had a two bedroom house. It was never a problem, though,
because Darren and I got along so great, sharing a room was never a
problem. Well...almost never. There was one time that was pretty tense for
Darren and me.

It was right around Darren's thirteenth birthday. Things were happening to
Darren that, while I didn't really know exactly what they were, there were
some outward signs that gave me some clues. First of all, it had never been
any big deal for us to see each other naked all the time. But, all of a
sudden, Darren stayed dressed all the time. We'd slept naked ever since we
were little - neither one of us liking pajamas for some reason. Now Darren
was wearing underwear to bed.  The first time I saw him in them, I just
figured he was so tired he'd fallen asleep with them on without realizing
it. But, no. The next night, he was wearing them again. When I asked him
why, he hemmed and hawed for a while and then finally told me he was cold
at night. Well, that would have worked if it hadn't been June! When I
pointed this out to him, he got huffy and told me it was none of my
business! He'd never spoken to me like that before, and it hurt! I didn't
say anything but I wondered what the hell was going on.

Then there was the creaking bed. Several nights in a row, I was woken up by
Darren's bed rhythmically creaking in the middle of the night. I had no
idea what the fuck was going on but I could see that Darren was doing
something under the covers and his bed was shaking causing the creaking
noises. However, after the incident with the underwear, I wasn't about to
get my head bitten off by asking him what the fuck was going on!  About
this same time, Darren also started spending an inordinate amount of time
in the bathroom that we shared. This was what finally caused everything to
come to a head between us.

One morning, Darren was taking even longer than usual in the bathroom and
not only was he going to make me late for school, I had to pee so bad I
couldn't stand it any longer. What Darren had failed to remember was to
lock the bathroom door so after waiting long enough that I was about to
piss on the floor, I grabbed the handle and turned - never expecting it to
open, but it did.  I rushed into the bathroom and immediately stood at the
toilet, pissing. The relief I felt was heavenly. It was after a few
moments, however, that I happened to look over and there was Darren
standing in the shower, with the water running and completely oblivious to
the fact that he had company! Through the shower doors I could see that he
was standing there, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, busily
stroking up and down his cock.

Now, I'd seen Darren cock plenty of times - though not lately due to his
sudden modesty.  However, I'd never seen it look like this! It was standing
up, straight, tall and seemingly rigid.  Not only that, it appeared to be a
great deal larger than I remember it being when it was just soft and
hanging. It was quite thick and a LOT bigger than the little dink I was
pissing through! I stood there staring at him while he continued to slide
his cock through his fist and make these sounds like he was somehow in
pain. At the same time, my own cock suddenly started to bone up just like
Darren's and so there we stood, each with our hardons in our hands - except
Darren evidently was doing something with his and I was just standing there
holding mine. I looked down at it, wondering what the fuck was going on! I
couldn't remember it ever getting hard like this before. I squeezed it with
my hand to see how hard it really was and the feeling that shot through my
body almost made me pass out it was so good!

I groaned out loud at the feeling and that's when Darren became aware of me
standing there. He stopped what he was doing and screamed at me.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!"

Now, you have to understand, Darren had NEVER screamed at me like that! I
had no idea what it was that I had done wrong but I instantly started to
cry. That was embarrassing enough, but I was standing there crying with my
hard cock still clutched in my hand.

"I had to pee!" I wailed.

I guess at that point, Darren realized what he had done. He threw open the
shower door and stepped out into the bathroom. Ignoring the fact that he
was still hard, he threw his arms around me and pulled me to him.

"I'm sorry, Derrick! I didn't mean to yell at you! You just frightened me,
is all. I didn't know you were there. I guess I forgot to lock the door."
he said, trying to calm me down.

I nodded, my face against his chest. That was something else that I noticed
at that point. It had been a long time since I had been in this close
physical contact with Darren and there were definite changes to his body. I
had been able to see the muscles he had begun to develop but now I could
feel them - especially the ones in his chest that my face was pressed
against. My brother's body was hard! Not soft as it had been when we were
kids. Oh, the skin was still soft but the muscles underneath were now hard
- and they bulged out. The feeling was rather exciting to me for some
reason I couldn't explain. So exciting, in fact, that my little hard cock
tingled over the feeling of Darren's muscles and stayed hard as a piece of
iron!

Strangely enough, I noticed that Darren's remained in the same condition
though it was now pressed against me. I could feel it throbbing like it had
a life of it's own. I didn't know what to think, at that point, I just
realized that I really liked the feeling of Darren's hard muscular body and
his equally hard cock pressed against me. I looked up into my brother's
eyes and I could see something there that I'd never seen before. I didn't
know what it was but it was a 'look'. A look that sent thrills through me
for some unknown reason.

"What were you doing?" I asked, quietly.

I was still curious about what it was that Darren had been doing in the
shower. From the rhythm of his hand stroking up and down his hard cock, it
reminded me of the strange creaking noises from his bed at night and I
wondered if what he'd been doing in the shower was what he was doing in
bed?

"Uhh...well...you see, bro...uhh...Oh, Fuck! It's called jacking-off." he
said, his tone somewhat exasperated.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, it's something that guys do that feels good." Darren answered.

"I'm a guy. Why don't I do it? Where'd you learn to do it?" I asked.

Yes, I was one of those little brothers who thought it was my inalienable
right to get to do EVERYTHING that my big brother got to do. Of course I
rarely got to do what he did - at least not right away. But eventually I
would.

Darren now looked at me with this look on his face like he was scared of
something. My guess is that he figured out that if he didn't tell me what
it was he was doing and let me in on how to do it, I'd go ask Mom or Dad if
I could and that was, of course, the very LAST thing that Darren wanted to
happen!

"Look, bro!" he finally said, "If I show ya, ya gotta promise that this is
just between you and me!  Nobody else! You don't EVER tell anybody that I
showed you this! Not your little friends and especially Mom and Dad!"

"I won't! I swear!" I said.

"Cross your heart and hope to die - stick a needle in your eye?" Darren
asked me the ritual swearing of our age groups.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!" I swore, making
a cross on my heart with my index finger.

"Okay. Come on. Get in the shower with me, it will be easier there." he
said.

We'd taken showers before when we were little but it had been a very long
time since the last one.  I don't know why, but the prospect of doing so
again got my little pecker harder than it had been - and it hadn't gone
down a bit! Darren grabbed the bar of soap and started soaping up his groin
again, making lots of suds in the hairs that were growing around his
cock. This was something I hadn't really noticed before! When did he get
hair there, I wondered? I didn't have any hair there!  I was a bald as a
billiard cue - but, then again, I was only eleven at the time.

"When did you get hair there?" I asked, watching him soap his groin.

"It started growing in the last few months." he said.

"Why don't I have hair?" I asked.

"You're too young yet. You'll get some when you're my age." he said. "Now,
take the soap and rub it all over you around your cock."

I took the soap from Darren and did as he instructed. My groin was quickly
all soapy and slippery, which was exactly what it was supposed to be.

"Okay, now, take your hand, grab your cock and slide your hand up and down
it. That makes it feel good." Darren explained.

I started doing that but it didn't seem to do much for me. Not like it did
for Darren who was moaning again. He looked down and noticed I'd stopped
and was watching him.

"Why'd you stop?" he asked, stopping himself.

"I must not be doing it right." I said. "It doesn't feel all that good."

"Here, let me show you." Darren said.

And without seeming to mind or be self-conscious about it, Darren grabbed
onto my little cock and began stroking me. HOLY FUCK! Now THAT felt GOOD!
That felt better than anything I'd ever felt in my whole life! I looked up
into Darren's face and he was smiling at me. He could see the effect he was
having on me.

"Feel good, bro?" he asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I said.

He kept stroking me and, without really thinking about it, I suddenly
reached out and grabbed hold of his hard cock and was doing to him what he
was doing to me! Then it was Darren's turn to groan.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah, bro! Just like that. Maybe squeeze just a little
harder...yeah...that's it." Darren moaned.

We stood there, jacking each other off and our orgasms quickly built. Of
course, I had no fucking idea what an orgasm was! It felt like I was gonna
piss again and it scared me! I didn't want to piss on Darren.

"Darren! Stop! You're gonna make me pee!" I said.

"No you're not, bro! It just feels like that cause you're gettin' ready to
cum. Don't worry about it.  Just relax and let it happen!" Darren
said. "And, whatever you do, don't stop doin' me!"

"But Darren! I don't want to pee on you!" I whined.

"You won't! I promise! Okay?" he grunted.

One thing about Darren - never in my life did he ever make a promise to me
and not keep it. If Darren promised me that I wasn't gonna pee then, no
matter what it felt like, I knew I wasn't gonna pee. I kept stroking him
and he kept stroking me. The feelings inside me kept getting stronger and
stronger to the point that I thought I would pass out. But I had said that,
no matter what, I wouldn't stop stroking him so I concentrated on
that. Suddenly, though, this feeling started welling up inside me that I
just couldn't stop and couldn't deny!

"OHHH! FUCK!" I screamed out as the rush of orgasm slammed into my boy-body
for the first time in my life.

"Yeah! Bro! That's it! Cum for me!" Darren exclaimed as my body shook and
trembled.

But I held onto his cock and kept on stroking up and down.

"Faster, bro! Go faster!" Darren begged at that point so I started sliding
faster and faster up and down his pole until it seemed my hand was a blur!

Suddenly I felt Darren's cock expand in my hand and his body grew rigid,
the ridges of his abs becoming very pronounced. Then he grunted several
times and I felt his cock jerk in my hand and start to belch out all this
white stuff that went all over his abs and my hand. I had no idea what it
was and, at first, was scared thinking that I had somehow hurt him! But as
he began to visibly relax, he smiled down at me. I looked at him in
amazement.

"What is that?" I asked, referring to the white stuff that had come out of
his cock.

"That's sperms -also called 'cum', bro. That's the stuff that makes babies
when you fuck a woman." he said.

Well, this was news to me! I had no idea what 'fuck' was - other than a
word that got tossed around a lot and would get Mom and Dad really pissed
at you if they heard you use it. As to 'making babies' - I had no fucking
idea how that was accomplished! Darren evidently saw the look of utter
confusion on my face.

"You do know how babies are made, don't you, bro?" he asked.

"No. I have no idea." I said, somehow ashamed of my lack of knowledge.

"Look we don't have time now but tonight, after the 'rents have gone to
sleep, I'll tell you all about it. Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I said, so proud and pleased that Darren was taking this interest
in me and letting me in on these 'secrets'. It was like the 'old Darren'
was back again. "Uhh...what do I do with this?"

I was referring to the 'sperms' all over my hand.

"Well, you can either wash it off or just eat it. It won't hurt you. In
fact, it's supposed to be good for you. It's like pure protein. I eat it
all the time so I don't have to use my underwear or tissues to clean it
up. That way there's no evidence for Mom to find." he laughed.

Darren had never lied to me in my life. If he said it was okay to eat the
stuff and that it tasted good, I believed him. I began licking it off my
hand and discovered that it was somewhat salty but mostly sweet. I did like
the taste! In fact, I eventually came to like it a lot! I noticed that
Darren really was grinning watching me eat his cum. I wish I'd known then
what he was thinking about at that moment.

That night, we all went to bed at the usual time. That was pretty
typical. Mom and Dad usually went to bed the same time that Darren and I
did. Like I told you, I wanted to do everything that Darren did so I had
eventually gotten our parents to agree to letting me have the same bedtime
he did.

Once we were in bed and things got quiet, Darren called to me.

"Bro? You still awake?" he whispered across the space between our beds.

"Yeah." I answered.

"Okay, come over into my bed. I don't want to have to shout all this out to
you." Darren said.

I was in his bed in a flash. I noticed that, when he lifted the covers, the
underwear that he'd taken to wearing was gone and he was a naked as I was
again. I snuggled under the covers with him, our bodies pressed together
and with Darren's outstretched arm under my head like a pillow.

"Okay, Derrick, this is how it is - you know how your cock gets hard
sometimes?" he asked.

"It never did until this morning." I said.

"Never?" he asked, incredulously.

"Well, not that I remember." I said.

"Well, I'll bet it did but it was while you were asleep. Anyway, when your
cock gets hard like that, it means you want to have sex." Darren said.

"Really!?" I asked in amazement.

"Yep! Really, bro. When your cock gets hard it's so that you can stick it
in a girl's pussy and fuck her." he said.

"Pussy? You mean like a cat?" I asked, thoroughly confused at this.

"No, bro. That's just a name for it like 'cock' is a name for your
'penis'. A woman's hole is called her 'vagina' but it's also called a
'pussy'. A guy sticks his hard cock in her hole and pushes it in and out
and fucks her until he shoots his cum up inside her and that, along with
this egg that she makes in her body, becomes a baby." Darren said.

"You're kidding me, right?" I countered. "You stick your cock inside her
and shoot that stuff out?"

"I'm not kidding, bro! That's called fucking." he insisted.

"Have you ever done it?" I asked, looking at him in suspicion.

"No! Of course not! Ain't no fuckin' girl gonna let me fuck her! Shit! I
can't even get one to blow me!" he said.

"Blow you?" I asked.

"Oh, shit!" Darren said.

Evidently, he hadn't meant to mention that.

"Yeah...blow me." he said. "There's another way to make the sperms come out
of your dick that feels really good. It's called a 'blow job'. It's where
somebody takes your cock in their mouth and sucks on it until you blow your
cum out."

I looked at him with great incredulity.

"Now I know you're lyin'! Somebody take your cock and put it in their
mouth?! Ewww! Gross!"  I exclaimed and made gagging noises.

"Hey! It ain't gross! It feels great. And it doesn't taste any different
than sucking your thumb - and, God knows! - you've done that enough!"
Darren growled at me.

"Hey! I do not!" I protested. I hadn't sucked my thumb in a long time - at
least six months!

"Well, if you don't now, you sure did!" he insisted.

I glared at him.

"Doesn't it taste like pee?" I demanded.

"No! It doesn't taste like pee!" he jeered. "It just tastes like skin."

"Hey! Wait a minute! How do you know?" I asked, suddenly wondering where
all this 'expertise' had come from.

"I just know, okay! It's none of your fucking business how I know. I just
do!" Darren said and I could see he was getting pissed.

I decided that I'd better take another tack. I didn't want to piss him off
- especially since he was finally talking to me again like he used
to. Besides, I was kind of hoping that we could do that 'jacking-off' thing
together again.

"Uhh...okay. I'm sorry." I said, sounding as apologetic as I could. "Do you
want to me to jack you off again?"

"Well...yeah...you could. But I was thinkin'. Maybe we could do somethin'
better." Darren said slowly.

"Like what?" I asked.

Something better?! Fuck! That had been great! I couldn't even begin to
imagine something better!

"Well...like I said, blow jobs are a LOT better than jacking off. I thought
maybe you'd like to try that. I'll suck on your cock and you suck on mine."
he said.

I looked at him dubiously. I still wasn't so sure about the idea of taking
his cock in my mouth - even though there was something intriguing and
exciting about the prospect. It was a little scary to me, but I couldn't
tell you why.

"Well...maybe...I guess we could." I said slowly.

"Look, I'll even do you first so you know what it feels like." Darren said.

That allayed a lot of my fear. I was afraid that I'd do it to him and then
he'd refuse to do it to me.  But if he was willing to go first...well....

"Okay. But you gotta do me first!" I insisted.

"I just said I would, didn't I?' he demanded.

"Yeah...I'm just makin' sure!" I said.

"Okay, just lay back and spread your legs open." Darren said.

I did as he told me and he pushed the covers down off our naked bodies. I
was already hard as a rock. I had been since I got into his bed and felt
his body close to me. I didn't know what was up with that but it sure felt
good. I noticed that Darren's cock was hard as well. I was grateful because
then he couldn't make fun of me about my having a boner.

Darren slid down until he was layin' on his stomach in between my legs,
lookin' up at me from between them.

"Okay, now whatever you do, don't go yellin' out. The last thing we want is
to have Mom or Dad come in here!" Darren needlessly reminded me.

Well, I thought it was needlessly. But then he started licking my little
sack of balls below my hard cock and I thought I had died and gone to
heaven! Fuck! I couldn't believe it! This felt ten times better than
jacking off and Darren hadn't even started sucking my cock yet! I groaned
at the feelings that his tongue was giving me.

"Ahh! Fuck!" I moaned.

"SHH!!!" Darren hissed at me. "You're gonna get Mom and Dad in here! Stick
a pillow in your mouth if you can't keep quiet!"

That was a great idea! I grabbed a pillow and shoved it in my mouth. There
I lay, clutching the pillow to me and watching as my brother licked my
balls and moved up my little cock. God! If I had any idea that something
like this could feel this good, we would have been doin' this a LONG time
ago! I knew within me that I wanted to suck on Darren's cock more than
anything in the world - despite my former protestations to the contrary. I
also began to realize that Darren was just far too good at this to have
never done it before! He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. I began
to figure out that he MUST have done this with someone else before but I
had no idea who.

Of course, there was the bunch of his jock pals who he sometimes spent
sleep-overs with. Those I was NOT allowed to go to! Mom and Dad had made
that abundantly clear to me! I was allowed to go on sleep-overs with my own
friends but NOT with Darren and his. That would have been okay with me if I
had any real friends to have sleep-overs with but, I wasn't Darren. I
wasn't a jock and I wasn't popular. Therefore, the only good thing about
Darren's sleep-overs up until now had been the fact that I got our room all
to myself. And, frankly, there wasn't much good about that. When Darren
wasn't there, it just made me very, very lonely. So, perhaps, it was on
these sleep-overs that Darren had gone on that he had learned all this
stuff. Maybe it was with his jock friends that he did this stuff. If that
was the case, I felt doubly gratified that he deigned to do it with me!

At any rate, by this point, Darren had reached the point where he had taken
my hard little cock into his mouth and was gently and slowly sucking on
it. I thought that I would go crazy from all the wonderful feelings I was
having. I could hardly lie still! My hips and legs were moving as if they
had a mind of their own. My hips were thrusting my little cock into
Darren's mouth in a rhythm very much like the one that I had used to jack
him off. All I knew, at that point, was that this was the single most
intense set of feelings I'd ever had in my life and it was my brother
giving them to me!

Of course, being only 11, I had no ability at control. It probably took no
more than three to five minutes and I was having my second dry orgasm of my
life in my brother's mouth. Regardless, it was intense and it was
incredible! I actually did pass out for a few moments because the next
thing I knew, Darren was leaning over me.

"Derrick! Are you okay, bro?" he said as he was shaking me.

I came around slowly looking up at his flushed face. I don't know what
possessed me or why I did it but I reached up, wrapped my arms around his
neck and pulled is face down to mine and started gently kissing him. At
first he seemed to resist slightly but then gave in. His mouth opened and
the next thing I knew his tongue was pushing at my lips, forcing them open
and then sliding into my mouth. Now, I'd heard of 'French kissing' but had
never experienced it. To be honest, when I'd heard about it, I'd had the
same reaction as I'd had to the idea of cocksucking. The idea of somebody
sticking their tongue in your mouth struck me as really gross! But, here I
was, Darren's tongue in my mouth and what was I doing? I was sucking on it
and moaning deep in my throat, experiencing feelings for Darren that I'd
never knew existed before! Don't get me wrong.  I'd always loved my Big
Bro! But now! Well, now I knew somehow that love had deepened and expanded
in ways I couldn't even begin to explain.

Finally, Darren broke the kiss, pulling his face away from mine and looking
down at me.

"Wow! Bro! Where'd you learn to do that?" he asked, surprised.

"I don't know. I've never done it before." I said as I blushed deeply. For
some reason it made me embarrassed - I guess to be showing that much
emotion to Darren.

"Hey! It's okay, bro! You're really good at that!" he grinned down at me.

Okay! That's better! I grinned back up at him. I could feel the weight of
his body on top of mine and could feel the hard insistence of his cock as
it poked into my belly. I realized that he was wanting me to do him now. I
was ready - Hell! I was more than ready! I wanted his cock!

"Uhh...will you do me now?" Darren asked softly.

I grinned up at him.

"You bet!" I said eagerly.

I think Darren was a little taken aback by my eagerness but I think he was
also very gratified by it.  He moved off me and rolled over on his back,
spreading his legs to give me access to his hard cock. When he did so, he
put his arms behind his head. This opened up his armpits and as I started
to move down to his groin, I was suddenly stopped by a strong scent that
wafted over me and filled my senses. It was the sweaty, musky scent of
Darren's underarms. We didn't take showers at night before bed. We took
them in the morning. So, what I was smelling was the accumulation of sweat
and musk from Darren's entire day.

Without even thinking, I stopped and breathed deeply of his heady,
masculine, sweaty scent.  While I realized that this was probably supposed
to 'stink', it sure didn't to me! In fact, I'd never smelled anything that
intriguing in my young life! It was a scent that said 'sex' and 'Darren'
all at the same time!

"What's the matter?" Darren asked, looking at me funny.

"Nothing!" I answered quickly, too quickly.

"No. What's the matter, Derrick?" he asked again.

"Nothing's wrong. I just...well...I was...well...I can smell you." I said.

Darren turned his head and stuck his nose into his armpit.

"Oh! Sorry about that!" he said.

"NO! You don't understand...uhh...it smells...uhh...really good to me." I
admitted quietly.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah. Really. It turns me on." I admitted.

At this, Darren again put his nose in his pit and took another sniff.

"Umm! Righteous stink!" Darren grinned at me.

I leaned over and put my nose directly into his pit and breathed deep. The
sweaty, musky scent of his underarms overwhelmed my senses and I
moaned. The sparse blond hairs tickled my nose as I continued to breathe in
this scent of Darren. It was then that I began to realize that this scent,
this smell, was something I was intimately familiar with. It was Darren's
personal scent. A scent that I had been around for my entire life. A scent
that conjured up images of my brother but more, conjured up feelings deep
within me that I couldn't, at that time, completely understand.

I loved Darren. That was a given. From what I had seen from other boys, I
could not have been blessed with a better older brother. Darren never
terrorized or abused me as I saw so many other older brothers do to their
younger siblings. Darren had always given me time, something I was later to
discover was the most precious commodity that one human being could give to
another.  All in all, I had every reason to love him as a brother. But
somehow I began to realize that the feelings that were taking root deep
down inside me were stronger, more enduring, more intense than simply the
love of one brother for another.

As I buried my nose deeper in his armpit, the sudden desire not just to
smell but to taste Darren burned within me and, being only 11, I was not
given to a lot in the way of inhibitions so my tongue almost preceded my
thoughts. I began licking through Darren's underarm, tasting the saltiness
of the sweat, tasting the tang of his adolescent musk and making me almost
want to devour him!

Darren, for his part, began moaning deeply as I licked at this very
sensitive area on his body. At first, I don't think he knew what to do
about what I was doing. Had I known how close to the edge between pleasure
and pain I was driving my brother, I doubt that I would have had the guts
to do what I was doing but, having never experienced this before, I was
happily lapping away at him as he writhed on the bed. Finally he reached
up, holding the back of my head and gently pressing my face further into
his armpit. Somehow I got the idea that this was something that he liked a
great deal. That meant, to me, that it was something I would have to do at
every opportunity I got.

Finally, though, Darren couldn't take any more. He pushed my on my head,
forcing me away from his pit and further down his body. I looked at him and
he grinned.

"I'm gonna cum if you don't stop that! I can't take it. It's too fucking
much!" he said.

"Oh...I'm sorry." I quickly apologized.

"Hey! You don't need to be sorry! It feels really good, bro! I'm just so
fuckin' horny right now. I really need to shoot my load." he explained.

I knew that this meant that what he really wanted out of me was my mouth
around his cock. I quickly moved down his body, intending to lay my head on
his stomach and to access his cock in that way. However, when I looked
down, there was a pool of clear liquid on his abs where I had thought to
lay my head.

"What's that? Did you pee?" I asked.

"No, bro! I didn't pee! That's not pee. That's pre-cum." he told me.

"What's that?" I asked.

I was intensely curious. This wasn't the 'white stuff' that he'd shot out
of his cock when we showered that morning. It was clear. However, when
Darren reached his hand down and took some of it on his finger, I noticed
that, as his finger pulled away from his body, a silver strand of the stuff
followed giving me the idea that it was thick and sticky - like honey or
something.

"Hey! It's kind of like honey!" I said.

Darren chuckled.

"More than you know, Derrick." he said. "In fact, I've heard it called
'cock-honey'."

"Really?!" I exclaimed softly.

"Yeah. It's sweet like honey and somewhat thick. Here. Taste for yourself."
and saying this he brought his fingers to my mouth.

I sucked the pre-cum from his fingers and tasted it. It was sweet! I loved
the taste immediately.

"Where does it come from?" I asked.

"From my cock. It comes out when a guy is really turned on. It's supposed
to like 'lubricate' things so that when you're fucking, you cock slides
easily in and out of the girl." Darren said.

"Oh! It sure does taste good." I told him.

"Well, there more where that came from!" he grinned.

I got the hint. First I leaned down and licked up all the pre-cum that was
pooled on his abs. Then I lay my head down and took the head of his cock
into my mouth. In seconds, I could taste more of the sweet liquid falling
into my mouth from the head of his cock. I licked across the head, tasting
more of the pre-cum and Darren groaned at the feeling. I kept licking at
his cock head and slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. I
remember thinking at the time how huge his cock was. Having seen no other
hard cock but my own dinky four incher, I had no idea how big cocks could
be - or how big this one in my mouth would eventually grow. I only knew it
was way more than my mouth could handle that first night.

But it didn't seem to matter that I couldn't swallow Darren's entire cock
like he could mine.  Darren reached down and ran his hands through my hair
as I continued to use my mouth to bring him as much pleasure as I
could. That was evidently a lot considering all the moaning and groaning he
was doing. Finally, however, all good things must come to an end. Darren
grabbed my head and moaned out.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, bro! I'm gonna shoot my load. You better pull off if
you don't want me to shoot in your mouth!" he said.

Of course I wanted him to shoot in my mouth! What the fuck did he think I
was doing this for?!  I'd tasted his 'sperms' that morning and loved the
taste. I couldn't wait for his cock to shoot them out into my mouth, just
like it had shot them all over his abs and my hand that morning. I was too
young, at this point to have made the connection between what I was doing
and the epithets 'fag' and 'queer' and 'gay' that I heard every day in
school. I had no idea that swallowing the sweet cream that came from my
brother's cock - indeed just taking his cock in my mouth as I had done -
automatically labeled me as these. It was only later that I realized what
my brother was trying to do by trying to get me to pull off his cock before
he shot. He was trying to save me from being completely gay.

His effort was far too late. I didn't know it then but I had been born
totally and completely gay.  Girls didn't interest me at all, as they
didn't most 11 year old boys. But they would never interest me. It would
always be males that would turn me on and make my cock hard.

"Ahh! Fuck! Bro! Here it CUMS!!!" Darren exclaimed as I felt his cock
tremble in my mouth and begin to pulse out shot after shot of Darren's
thick, tasty cream.

I lay there, swallowing quickly to take it all. There really wasn't a lot
of it, after all, Darren was only 13 and had only been shooting loads for a
couple of months. Of course, he never told me that until much later. If
he'd been older and more developed, I doubt if I would have been able to
swallow his whole load but I did.

When he finally stopped cumming, Darren pulled me up the bed and took me in
his arms, laying my head on his muscular shoulder, just like he'd done when
we were little and that is how we curled up together and fell asleep.

The End of Part 1 of MARINE RETURN

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