Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2008 04:25:27 -0500
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story:  Home On Leave

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			       Home On Leave


I'm Nathan Bender. I was a hundred sixty five pounds when I joined the
Marines. Twelve weeks later I weighed one-eighty-nine. I couldn't believe
how easy it was.  I liked the way I looked and decided if twelve weeks of
regular meals and hard exercise could do that for me, I could get even
bigger if I really worked at it. During the next six weeks of advanced
training I was able to supplement regular chow with protein bars and drinks
and I made time to hit the gym.  I put on another fourteen pounds of solid
muscle. I was proud as hell to tip the scales at two-thirteen.

I elected to ship directly to Iraq after advanced training. I could've
taken a short leave to go home to see my family but I was a Marine now and
I wanted to get on with it; I wanted to put my training and my courage to
the test. I spent eleven months in Iraq and lost twenty pounds. The fuckin'
heat was like a twenty-four-seven steam room. When I rotated back to Camp
Lejeune I got back into a regular workout routine to regain what I'd lost.
I ate like a horse, supplemented with protein shakes at the gym, and soon
found myself tightening up inside my uniform shirts. My pants fit okay; I
didn't mind the way they hugged my thighs and my butt, but I had to buy new
shirts and have the stripes and stuff sewed on.

	I still hadn't gone home to see my family. It'd been over a year
and a half since I'd been home. Something was holding me back; I didn't
know what. One day the first sergeant asked me why I hadn't put in for
leave since we got back from Iraq. I didn't know. He told me to do it
because there was a good chance that I would be going back to Iraq in a
couple of months and I damn well owed it to my family to go home and see
them.

	I hitch-hiked from George to Indiana. No sense wasting good travel
pay on travel.  In uniform, carrying a duffle bag, it was easy to get a
ride.  I met some interesting people and had some interesting times. One
couple picked me up pretty late at night and I rode in the back seat with
their teenage daughter.  She was sort of giddy over being in the back seat
with a Marine and she got sort of snuggly.  I didn't want to offend her
parents, so when I felt her hand on my leg I didn't stop her. It would've
been too embarrassing for them for me to tell them to pull over and let me
out because their daughter was feeling me up. Within a mile or so, she had
my cock out of my pants and was bent over giving me a blowjob! All the
while, I was trying to carry on a conversation with her parents.  The girl
took my load and didn't loose a drop.  I was thankful that she swallowed
it, otherwise my pants would've been a crusty mess that would've been hard
to explain. I had to bet she was very popular on the team bus.

Another couple picked me up somewhere in Tennessee. It turned out to be
another stranger-than-fiction situation. They wanted to talk about the
Marines, what life was like, and how many Iraqis I'd killed and how the sex
was over there. I thought it was odd that the guy would ask questions like
that in front of his wife, but she didn't seem to mind and once they got on
the subject of sex she joined in and they never let it go. A few miles down
the road I found the guy's wife crawling into the back seat with me, at his
suggestion, to show the brave, returning Marine a proper welcome home. She
got us both completely naked and I fucked her half way across the state
while her husband made vulgar, encouraging remarks from the front seat as
he watched us in the mirror.

The last ride I got was from a young kid on his way home from a date. I say
kid--he wasn't that much younger than me, but he was still in high school
and I was a Marine, and that adds a few years to the span.  We talked for a
mile or two and I asked him how his date went, and jokingly asked if he'd
scored.  I was surprised as hell at his answer.  "No, but I didn't want
to," he replied.  "I'm only dating her to get close to her brother."

"Oh," was all I could say. Not an answer I would've expected in a hundred
or so years, especially from a good-looking hunk like him.

	"He's a senior, a jock and a real stud," he said.

	"Oh," I said again.  Then he really bowled me over when he asked me
if I would be interested; he had never even dared dream of doing a real
live Marine.

	"Well, I'm a real live Marine," I said.

	He took it as a yes and turned off on the next road. He drove a
couple of miles till he turned into a field and drove down along the fence
line for a ways and parked behind a thick growth of brush and trees. He
reached over and groped at my crotch and I spread my legs out for him.

	"Can we get out of the car?" he asked.

 	We got out and he came around to my side of the car. He didn't
waste any time; he knew what he wanted and he wasn't at all shy about going
after it.

	"Damm, how big are you?" he asked as he began groping my crotch
again.

"You're going to find out soon enough," I said.

He felt me up good, my thighs, my chest, my arms and always returning to my
crotch.

 	"You are a stud.  I wish I could get you naked so I could see and
kiss all those muscles I'm feeling."

	He was turning me on.  I'd never had a guy come onto me like this,
and him being so young turned me on even more. "Is it safe out here?" I
asked.

	"Safe as anyplace," he said.  "If any body does happen along
they're going to be coming back here for the same reason, so it won't
matter."

	So I let him undress me.  I started to do it but he took my hands
and stopped me; said he wanted to do it.  He didn't just take my clothes
off.  He stripped me like he was unwrapping a fine piece of art.  When he
had me naked he put my boots back on me then started in on me.  It was a
good twenty minutes before he ever got around to my cock; all that time was
spent feeling and practically worshiping my body.

Damn, that kid could suck cock.  I hadn't had any experience with other
guys but comparing him to the high school girl a few miles back, I would
take him over here anytime. Except she took my load better; I figured she
was used to sucking cock and I got the impression that this boy was just
getting his feet wet.  I surprised him with my load and he choked on it but
managed to get it down, what didn't run out of the corners of his mouth.

I was close enough to home that I got a bus the rest of the way from the
town where the kid let me out. Oddly, things looked rather vaguely familiar
coming into town, like I was gone longer than I really had been. At the bus
terminal, I grabbed my duffle bag out of the luggage compartment and went
inside to call somebody to come pick me up.  There was no answer at
home. It was Wednesday, they would all be working. I don't know why, but
the next person I thought of was Tracy, my old girlfriend, now my brother's
girlfriend. You half expect your best friend might steal your girlfriend
when you're gone--they even warn you at basic that it'll probably
happen--but you don't expect it to be your brother. It threw me a curve
when it happened, but thanks to the intense training, I got over it and I
was past it. Tracy answered the phone and she was excited to hear my
voice. Of course she would come pick me up!  She sounded a little too
anxious, I thought.

She came wheeling into the bus terminal a half hour later, driving my
brother's new white Mustang that he'd written me about. She climbed out and
came running over to give me a huge hug, like I was the returning
boyfriend, not the returning ex. Yeah, I was happy to see her, too, and
holding her so tight against me like that, I found myself wondering if my
brother was giving her any better than I had; she seemed awfully anxious to
see me. She popped the trunk and I tossed my duffle bag in. She told me I
could drive.

I felt good behind the wheel, and she told me I looked good.  We didn't go
straight to my house. Instead, I drove to the lumber mill where my brother,
Brian, worked. Yeah, I was anxious to see him, but there was an evil gene
in me that wanted my older brother and all his co-workers to see me, his
younger Marine brother drive up in his car with his girlfriend.

	He was glad to see me too, and not bothered that I was behind the
wheel of his car with his girlfriend by my side. We exchanged a few minutes
of banter, him and me and some of the guys he worked with. They kidded him
that he'd better watch it, his little brother could whip his ass now. Then
Tracy and I left. We still didn't go home. We were heading that way when
she brought up the subject of the breakup. She started to say she was sorry
but I stopped her.

"Let's just don't go there, okay?" I said. "We got it all settled between
us.  Just tell me he's treating you right."

"He is."

"As good as I treated you?" I asked with a sly, mischievous grin.

She hesitated for a split second.

"You even don't have to answer that," I said. And she didn't. When she
hesitated, I knew something was wrong. I made a quick turn at the next
road.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"I think you know," I said cockily. "It's a warm summer evening, where else
would we be going?"

She knew, all right, and she wasn't protesting. I sped down the gravel road
for about two miles and turned into the fenced lane that ran between two
fields. The gate still hung askew on one post where somebody had hit it and
it'd never been replaced.  At the end of the lane I turned into the wooded
pasture and slowed across the bumpy terrain. I got as close to the creek as
I could and turned off the engine.

"Do you want to go swimming?" I asked.

"I didn't bring a suit," she said.

"How many times did you tell me that and it didn't matter?" I asked,
laughing. "I haven't been swimming in dam near two years, except in basic
training. I want to see what the creek feels like."

"I'm going with your brother now, Nathan, I don't think it would be
appropriate," she said.

"Bull. After all we've had together, that's pretty lame," I said as I
opened the door. I climbed out of the car, loosening my tie. "I'm going
in. You can join me, or you can watch, or you can drive off and leave me,"
I said.

"I wouldn't leave you here," she said as she climbed out of the car.

I started taking off my uniform. I laid my shirt in the seat and skinned
off my T-shirt and tossed it in the car. I saw the way she looked at my
bare upper body; she was impressed. She always liked the way I was built
when we were in school, she must be going nuts over my body now. I squatted
down to untie my boots and stood to step out of them.  She glanced away
when I reached for my belt. She looked away for a moment then back at me,
but turned her head when I shoved my pants down.

"This never bothered you before," I reminded her.

"That was before," she said.

"Look, it won't hurt just to go swimming together," I said.

"If you could promise we would only be swimming," she said.

"That'd be up to you. I'm not going to make promises I might not be able to
keep. I've been eleven months in a country where you're not even supposed
to look at a woman."

"What about the female Marines?"

"Well, that," I said.

"Yeah, I'll bet there was a lot of that," she said.

"Not as much as people would like to think; not as much as we would
like. And they were fellow Marines. It was like sleeping with a buddy." I
stood in just my briefs now.

"You've gotten bigger," she said, her eyes raking over my near naked body.

"Yeah, a little," I said modestly. "Come on, Tracy," I said.

She hesitated a moment then began unbuttoning her blouse.

"I would offer to help you with that but..." But I didn't.  If she wanted
to maintain a proper distance between us, okay. But I didn't think she did,
or could. I didn't think she wanted to, otherwise, why would she be taking
her clothes off.  She knew me well enough to know that I wasn't exactly an
alter boy. And as far as her going with my brother now; well she was going
with me when he took her.

	When she was down to her panties and bra, I did step up and take
her hand to lead her down to the creek.

	"You look great. Nice tan," I said.

	"So do you. You've gained a lot of weight," she said.

"You haven't," I said.

At the edge of the creek, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs
and shoved them down.

	"Nathan!"

	"I can't wear them in, I need them dry to put on when I come out,"
I said as I stepped out of them. "Besides, it never bothered you before,
seeing me naked. In fact, I remember you sort of liked seeing me this way."

"Maybe I still do, maybe that's the exact reason you shouldn't be naked out
here in front of me," she said.

	"If not, then you shouldn't be in your bra and panties in front of
me," I said. "Hell, I remember some times when you got me naked."  But I
didn't press it. I left her there and waded out into the creek.

	"Nice butt!" she called after me just as I was going waist deep in
the water. I dove under and swam against the current. It felt good. I loved
the power of the current against my own power.  I stopped and turned and
swam back with the current. That's when I saw Tracy wading out into the
creek, as naked as I was. Her all-over tan was awesome! I felt a sudden
surge of another kind of power between my legs. Yeah, for dam sure, my
brother wasn't treating her right, otherwise why was she wading out in the
creek with me and her bra and panties keeping my shorts company on the
bank.

	"Nice tan!" I called out as I swam toward her.  "Does my brother
have a tan like that?"

	"If you mean do we lay out in the sun together, no," she said.

"I'll bet he likes it," I said.

"You seem to be awfully okay with me and your brother dating," she said.

"I got over it. And look who's here while he's still at work?" I said as we
met in each other's arms. I made the move but she didn't resist me. Her
body against mine created heat in the cool creek water.

"We're supposed to be swimming," she said.

"Yeah," I said as I smashed myself against her. The cool water didn't
affect my abilities one bit. My cock was hard in no time, throbbing against
her thighs that she held tightly together.  It was a futile gesture. I
reached down and pried my hand between her legs and pulled her right leg up
around my hip. That opened her enough so my cock spring up into her crotch,
searching for a warm spot, and I lifted her other leg up around my other
hip and held her with her butt cradled in my hands. It took a couple more
maneuvers for my cock to be aimed right at her pussy, just above the
surface.  Our eyes were fixed on each other the whole time, just like times
before. I prodded a little and found the heat of the target and entered
her. Fuck, I'd almost forgotten how her pussy lips felt folding around the
head of my cock.

"OOOhhhhhhh!" she gasped, tossing her head back.

We caused our own little ripples in the water as I fucked her. The way she
responded to my every thrust, I had to wonder what the hell my brother had
been doing; or not been doing.

"Please don't cum in me," she said. "I don't want to get pregnant."

"Why would it matter? You're going to marry him, aren't you?" I said.

"It wouldn't, to me," she said.

"He wouldn't know," I said. "Hell, go sleep with him tonight and you
wouldn't even know."

"Please, Nathan, I'm trusting you."

"Okay, I'm just kidding. I'll pull out," I promised. I didn't last as long
as I wanted to. It'd been too long between times for too many months, and
Tracy was a good piece of ass. I fucked her right up to the brink before I
pulled out. I quickly floated onto my back with my cock sticking up out of
the water, just in time. My cock exploded, sending great, thick ropes of
come shooting straight up, like missiles being fired from a
submarine. Tracy was delighted with the fireworks and playfully tried to
grab the long globs of semen as they floated away. I shot off a hell of a
load, but the water kept my libido charged up. I was still horny attracted
to Tracy, and a little ashamed that I'd left her high and dry.  I seldom
did that when we were going together, and I knew how to remedy it. Not to
leave a job undone, I dove under the surface and swam down between her
legs. I could hear her squeal with delight as I buried my face in her
pussy. I clutched her butt with my hands and ate her like a warm cherry pie
till I had to come up for air.

"Whew!" I gasped as I broke the surface. I gasped in air and dove under
immediately and went at her again; it was what you could call real muff
diving, kind of like sponge diving.  After the third or fourth dive I came
up and took her in my arms again.

"Let's get you where I can do this right," I said as I picked her up in my
arms and waded toward the creek bank. Out of the water, I laid her down in
the thick grass and she whinnied as I stretched out between her legs,
knowing what was coming. I literally devoured her. She clasped her hands
over her mouth to stifle her screams. I grabbed my shorts and handed them
to her. She stuffed them in her mouth and went on screaming. Fuck, she
tasted good! I ate her till she couldn't take it any more, then I moved up
over her and fucked her again. She was so hot, it took barely a dozen
strokes to bring her off. Neither of us paid any attention that I shot off
inside her that time.

Afterwards we lay together in the cool grass, with her cradled in my arm
and her head on my chest.

"It's been a long time," I said.

 "Yes."

"He doesn't do that for you, does he?" I said.

"No."

"Has he ever got you off?" I asked bluntly.

"No, not like that. I fake it so he thinks he does."

"You shouldn't have to fake it," I said.

"We're too far into our relationship, Nathan," she said, sounding rather
sad.

"That's okay, if you're happy with him. I want you to be happy. Problem is,
I'm not going to be around to make sure you are happy," I said.

"That's all right, we can't do this again," she said.

"Why not?"

"Because it wouldn't be right."

"What wasn't right about it?" I asked.

"You know what I mean," she said.

"Yeah, you know you're not going to be satisfied with him, knowing what I
can do for you," I said. "How come you broke it off with me?"

"I'm not proud to admit why."

"Nobody's asking you to be proud.  Why? I think I've got a right to know."

"You weren't here. He was. You were brothers. I thought he would
be...enough like you..."

"Sorry he disappointed you," I said.

"He doesn't disappoint me. He's just not you."

"Well, it's pretty certain I'll be heading back to Iraq, so I'll be out of
the way," I said.

"Don't talk that way."

"It's a good thing I won't be here. If I was here, it wouldn't work out
between you and Brian," I said. "I would take you back."

She didn't say anything.

"Listen, we, uh...I didn't pull out the second time...," I started.

"I know," she said quietly.

"I want you to have sex with him right away, tonight. If you're gonna get
pregnant, I want it to be his," I said.

"No, you don't," she said.

"No, I don't," I agreed.  "But that's the way it's got to be.  I can
believe it's mine," I said.

We drove back to town and Tracy dropped me off at home. Alone in the house,
I walked around, getting reacquainted with the place. Not much had
changed. I went upstairs with my duffle bag slung over my shoulder. Even my
room was just like I'd left it. I appreciated that. I tossed my duffle bag
on the bed and unbuttoned my shirt. I needed a shower. I couldn't get Tracy
off my mind. More truthful, I couldn't get Tracy and my brother off my
mind. I thought I was over it, but being with her again brought it all
back. I was still pissed at my brother for going behind my back like that.
I loved him dearly but I was pissed. I was pissed at Tracy, too, but
fucking her had smoothed that over; Brian was my brother, and brothers
weren't supposed to do that to brothers. I had my revenge. Only thing
better would be to tell him how lacking he was compared to me.

I dried off in my room. It felt good being naked in my room again and my
hand went almost instinctively to my cock. I couldn't remember a time when
I was naked in my room that I didn't jack off.  I must've shot off gallons
of come in this room, I thought, from the time I was fourteen till I left
for the Marines. Other stuff had happened in this room, too; stuff that
shouldn't have happened.  It shouldn't have happened and I shouldn't have
liked it so much, but it did, and I did. I let go of my cock and pulled on
a pair of briefs. I was standing at my dresser, going through stuff in the
treasure box I kept there when Brian came into my room, sweaty and dirty
from the day's work.

"Dam, Bro, what happened to you," he greeted me happily.  "Shit, the
Marines turned you into a stud!"

I gave him a smile of appreciation. I was pretty much of a stud before, he
just didn't know it. But I was a lot bigger now, all solid muscle; bigger
than him, in case he hadn't noticed. I noticed his quick glance down at the
front of my shorts.

"Hey, I gotta shower, I'll be right back," he said.

I went back to my treasure box. It was mostly 0junk; half a concert ticket,
a chewing gum wrapper, a cheap braided bracelet that I'd won at a carnival;
all junk, but every item in there meant something to me.  I couldn't help
smiling as I picked up the small leather pouch that I'd won at the same
carnival. I pulled the flap open and dug inside to see if it was still
there. My smile widened as I pulled out the condom.  My first condom. My
first used condom, actually. I'd carried a few around in my wallet till
they disintegrated, but this one I used, on Millie Benson.  I was glad I
kept it, and surprised that my mom hadn't found it. But if she had, she
would've probably put it right back and never said anything about it.  It
was till in pretty good shape--I had washed it out and dried it out good,
then put powder in it--it looked stretched with age, but I could still
easily fill it up now.

Brian came back in, naked, holding his towel in one hand. I cringed a
little inside and instinctively my asshole tighten up.

"Why don't you get rid of some of this shit," he said as he moved up beside
me. I was still holding the condom in my hand.  "Dam, who wore that!" he
exclaimed, laughing.

"I did," I said. "My first piece of ass. Millie Benson." I held it up to
proudly display the size of it. Then he noticed my tattoo, of a panther
crawling up over my right shoulder.

"Hey, I didn't know you got a tattoo. That's neat as hell," he said,
excitedly.

I didn't tell him that I had two tattoos.  I started to but I wanted to
show him instead.

"Did that hurt?" he asked, rubbing his fingertips over the tattoo. His
touch made me cringe a little inside.

 "Nothing a Marine can't take," I said cockily. I liked driving it home to
my big brother that I was a Marine.

"There you go, bragging," he said, and started punching and trying to
wrestle me around. It was all too familiar; coming into my room, naked, and
starting the physical contact.

"Don't try it. I can take you down," I warned, with a smile, as I wrenched
away from him. I was smiling but I was serious; and half hoping he would
call my bluff. I wanted to take him down.

"Question is, if you take me down, who's gonna be on top?" he asked with a
smirk.

"Let's find out," I said, and barely before the words were out of my mouth,
I had him on the floor, pinned with my forearm and his own pressed against
his throat and his left leg pushed up at a sharp angle over his chest,

"Who's on top?" I asked with a smirk of my own.

"Fuck, where'd you learn that?" he asked as he struggled against me.

"The Marines taught me a lot of new tricks," I said.

"Well, don't try `em all on me," he said.

"You couldn't survive most of `em, they're meant to kill," I said. I wanted
him in a better hold, one where he was more vulnerable. I brought his other
leg up, forcefully, so both legs were shoved up over his chest, so he was
bent in half, and then I smashed my shorts hard against his now vulnerable
ass.

"What's that?" he asked.

"What's it feel like?" I asked, as I ground my hardening cock against his
spread butt.

"Let me up, before I have to hurt you," he said.

We both knew he was bluffing this time. He couldn't hurt me. He couldn't do
anything unless I let him go. I had him where I had wanted him so many
times. My cock got harder, straightening and straining against my briefs. I
twisted my hips around in circles and humped hard against his butt. I was
dry fucking him. He knew it all too well; he'd done this to me enough
times. It's how it always started.

"We're not going to do this," he said with his best big-brother authority,
but I noticed a hint of doubt in his voice now.

"That's gonna be my decision," I said. "How does it feel to be the one on
the bottom, helpless and vulnerable?"

"Hey, you liked it," he scoffed.

"You made me like it. I couldn't help it when you forced me. Maybe you'll
like it, too."

"Look, Nathan, one of us is going to get hurt," he said, making it sound
like a warning.

"Yeah, it hurts at first," I said. "It hurt at first, every time you did it
to me."

"But then you liked it.  Shit, you shot off every time," he said.

I reached down with a free hand and pulled the front of my briefs down and
stretched the waistband under my balls. My cock swung free, huge and hard
and hot against his butt.

"Geezuss, that's hot," he said.

"Yeah," I said as I ground my cock against him. "It gets hotter. And
harder. And I don't know if I'm all the way hard yet."

"Fuck, it already feels like it belongs on a horse," he said, trying even
harder to sound brave.

"It belongs in a mare," I said. "And you know what, Bro, you're gonna be my
mare."

I knew he could feel the slickness of my precome same as I could. The stuff
was pouring out of my cock, enough slime to lubricate us both.

"Don't," he said in a husky tone.

"Why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't give you the same thing
you gave me?"

"Just don't," he said.  "Don't do something we're both going to regret."

"Do you regret fucking me all those time?" I asked. I pulled my hips back
so my cock stuck out straight, throbbing, the head rubbing against his
asshole.

"I shouldn't have done that to you," he said.

"You say that now, only because I'm about to do it to you," I said.

"You're not gonna do it," he said. "No matter what you think of me, you're
not gonna rape me."

"I didn't say I was gonna rape you. I'm gonna fuck you, just like you
fucked me.  You didn't rape me, did you, Bro? You just fucked me. Got your
rocks off."

"And you got yours off," he reminded me with sarcasm.

"I was doing fine getting my rocks off with my hand," I said.

"Okay, maybe I raped you," he said. "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean for it
to be like that.  We both got our jollies from it, so I didn't see it as
rape."

I was pressing the head of my cock harder into the crack of his ass. I
could feel the muscle stretching, giving way.

"Don't do this," he said, again with authority, but his authority had
crumbled with the fright in his voice.  "Please, Nathan, I know you've got
me where you've wanted me for a long time, but don't do it. Don't fuck me,
Nathan. I've never done it before, and I don't think I can take it. You're
huge."

"What made you think I could take it?"

"You're bigger than I am.  Fuck, man, you're a horse. You'll tear me
apart."

"And your ass is bigger than mine was," I said as I brought more pressure
to bear. The muscle I was pushing against wasn't so flexible now; I had it
stretched to its limit; stretched to the breaking point. A little more
pressure and his ass would burst open for me.

"Ohh, Geezusss, Nathan, don't!" he gasped, and for the first time I heard
real fear in his voice. It gave me pause for a moment and I almost backed
off, but I was too close to making the kill. I could smell blood, or maybe
it was our testosterone, and it was bringing out the killer instinct that
the Marines had instilled in me. I got past the pause, the instinct won
out, and I shoved. I felt his asshole spread apart and squeeze around my
cock as I entered him.

"AAAAwwwwwhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.  I didn't remember
yelling like that.

I checked my entry with just the head and a couple of inches of shaft
inside him. I looked down.  Yeah, I was big. His asshole was really
stretched around the girth of my cock. Brian was gasping in short breaths
of air, like he was delivering a baby. I shoved in a couple of inches
deeper.

"UUUhhhnnnnnnnnn!"

He wasn't so loud then, and I knew it was the girth of my cock that was
killing him. I knew from experience that it wouldn't hurt nearly so bad
going in deeper once he got used to the thickness stretching his poor
asshole. I wondered what would happen if I slammed all the way in him. But
I gave him another couple of inches.

"Aaahhhhhh!"

Just then I heard something behind us, like the floor squeaking. I snapped
my head around but didn't see anything.

"Did you hear something?" I asked.

"Just my own groaning," he said. "Fuck, man, take it easy."

I waited to see if I could hear anything else and when I didn't, I started
fucking him.

"Ohhh, Fuck, man, you're so fuckin' big!  Take it easy!" he said again as I
plowed his ass.

"This is easy," I said. "And, Gee, I think you're liking it," I added with
a sneering smile as I pressed myself against his stiffening cock.

"I can't help that," he said.

"Yeah, just like I couldn't help it," I said.  "Fuck, Big Brother, this is
better than fucking Tracy."  I hadn't really intended to say it but I
wasn't sorry now that it was out there.

"Well, those days are over for you, Little Bro," he said between winces.

"I wouldn't bet your ass on that," I said.

	The look on his face was priceless. It was anger, shock, and some
other things that I couldn't identify.

	"You didn't...not already...not since you've been home," he managed
to say.

	"No," I lied.  "But I remember how great it was."  Yes was on the
tip of my tongue but I couldn't be that cruel to him or Tracy.  "I just
hope you're treating her right, because she was used to the best," I said.

	"Fuck, what're you trying to do, nail me to the floor?" he
complained.

	"Want me to ease up?  Or we could stop and let you suck me," I
said.

	"No," he said quickly.  "No, I'll take it like this."

	"But its not gonna end like this," I told him.  "I'm gonna shoot it
all over your face."

	"Don't do that," he said.  "I'm taking it like a man, just like you
did. Can't we leave it at that?"

	"We could, except I wanta give you a sample of everything you gave
me," I said.

	"You wanta humiliate me, is what you wanta do," he said.  "Ohhh,
Goddd!"

he gasped suddenly. "What the fuck!"

	I'd found his prostate.  Not that I was looking for it, but my cock
had found it.  "That's where it really gets you," I said.

	"Ohh, fuck, Nathan...I'm gonna hate you for this, but
Geezuss...fuck me, brother...fuck my eyeballs out.  Ohh, Shit, I never had
anything feel like this before in my life!"

	I did what he asked; I fucked his eyeballs out. I fucked his brains
out. I fucked his load right out of him. I didn't shoot my load on his face
like I'd planned. It was so damned good, I just couldn't pull out.  He was
a mass of blubbering, sweating muscle laid out on my bedroom floor by the
time I was done with him. He had come all over himself and all over the
floor above his head. I hovered over him after we were done, till my arms
wouldn't support me, then I straightened and slowly withdrew my cock from
his still clenching ass. I smacked him on the butt as I staggered to my
feet.

	"You're gonna have to help me up," he said, out of breath.

	I reached down and pulled him to his feet.  He was unsteady and we
came together, supporting each other, his come-streaked chest smashed
against mine.

	"Geezussss! What is that?" he asked, wide-eyed, as he noticed my
cock.

	I laughed and held it across my palm so he could see it.

	"You got a tattoo on your cock?!!  Fuck, that must've hurt like
hell!"

	"Like I said, nothing a Marine can't handle." Then I showed him how
it worked. The tattoo was of a vicious looking snake that curled around the
shaft of my cock with its head tattooed on my foreskin.  When I pulled the
foreskin back the snake's mouth opened wide and the way the head of my cock
came out of its mouth, it was like it was swallowing my cock.

	"That is the neatest damned thing I've ever seen," Brian said.

` I think he was so impressed with my cock and my tattoo that he forgot
about being pissed at me for fucking him; not only that, for taking his
precious cherry.

	"Boy, they couldn't put that tattoo on just anybody," he remarked.

	"No, as a matter of fact, the guy made me get a hardon so he could
see how big I was before he would even consider doing it. He said he needed
to see if he had enough to work with."

	I think he was really impressed with that. He kept shaking his head
and kept looking at my tattoo. Finally, he tore his eyes away.  "Fuck, we
need a shower," he said as I moved away from him.

	We went together to the bathroom down the hall.  I stood aside and
let him have the shower first.

	"There's room for both of us," he said.

	I gave him a surprised look, one eyebrow arched.  "You would barely
even let me in the bathroom with you," I said.

	"Things have changed, obviously," he said, standing aside to make
room for me.  "You've changed. You're not my little brother anymore. You're
a fuckin' Marine. I gotta bow to that; and that fuckin' tattoo. Shit, it's
almost intimidating."

	"Its not the tattoo that's intimidating; its my cock," I boasted.

	"Well, that, too."

	I got in the shower with him.

	"We should've locked the door. I wouldn't want Dad to find us in
the shower together," I said.

	"He wouldn't be surprised," Brian said.

	I gave him another surprised look.

	"He knew what was going on," Brian said.

	I gaped at him now.  "He knew?!!" I blurted.  "He knew what you
were doing to me?"

	"Yeah, he caught us one time; you just didn't know it."

	"Damm! He knew and he let you?  He didn't do a dam thing to stop
it?" I didn't know whether I was pissed or just surprised.  "Did he say
anything to you?"

	"Yeah, he said he could understand two brothers experimenting
around; he did with his brother.  He told me just to make sure I didn't
hurt you bad.  He said if you ever came to him and told him I was hurting
you, he would break me in two."

"Well, I guess that's comforting to know, this long after the fact," I
said.

	I finished my shower first and stepped out to dry off. I jumped at
the knock on the door.

	"Yeah," I said.

	"You guys hurry up in there, I've got the grill going."  It was our
dad.

	"Well, now I guess he knows we shower together," Brian said,
laughing.

	"Yeah, and he knows I was getting fucked by my big brother. I think
he should know that the tables have been turned."

	"Don't tell him!" Brian exclaimed. "Mann, don't tell him you fucked
my ass."

	"Okay, you tell him," I said.

"I can't tell him that."

"How come it's okay if he knows you were fucking me?" I asked.

"I'm the big brother.  I mean, he would never expect me to be on the
bottom; on the receiving in from my little brother."

"You said I'm not your little brother anymore. Do I need to remind you of
that?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Just don't tell Dad."

I was dressed first and went on downstairs. Dad was out on the deck. I went
out to join him, hesitant to be sure, knowing what he knew about me.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Starving," I said.

"Get us a beer," he said.

I got two beers out of the cooler, opened one and handed it to him.  When
he took it, it was sort of like he was waiting for me to put it in his hand
while he eyed me.  I wasn't sure what was behind the look and it made me
uncomfortable. He turned the hamburgers then looked back at me; really
looked me up and down.

"Marines turned you into a stud," he said.

I smiled with pride.  "Thanks."

"I guess you oughta be able to handle you brother, now, with no trouble."

I didn't know what he meant by that either.  "I guess I could, in a pinch,"
I said.

"Yeah, I guess you could...in a pinch," he said. Then he looked up from the
grill again.  "It's good to know you've turned the tables on him," he said.

I was stunned to silence.  He knew!  The noise I'd heard when I was fucking
Brian...it was him!

"I, uh...d-don't know what you mean, sir," I finally managed.

"The hell you don't.  You nailed his ass to your bedroom floor," he said.
I stood there speechless. I think my mouth moved but no words came out. I
took several sips of my beer, more for something to do. He saw how
uncomfortable I was.

"It's okay. He had it coming," Dad said.  "He really had it coming, seeing
as how he took your girlfriend."

"Well, I don't know that he actually took her," I said, thankful that I'd
found my voice.  "She must've been attracted to him."

"Only because you weren't here," he said.

"Maybe."

"Maybe, your ass," he scoffed. "If you'd been around, she wouldn't have
given him a second look. If you stuck around, she would drop him and come
back to you in a heartbeat.  You think I didn't know you were banging her
eyeballs out?  I don't think your brother is giving her that kind of
treatment. She don't have the same look in her eye."

	"I know he isn't," I said. Again, I hadn't intended to say it, but
it was out and I wasn't sorry I'd said it. I was only confirming what Dad
said.

	"You've talked to Tracy since you've been home?" he asked.  "Or
maybe you more than talked...?"

	"We went skinny dipping out at the creek," I said.

	"Well, you move fast," Dad said. "I guess that's what the Marines
are talking about when they say they're establishing a beachhead."

	"She's still going to marry him," I said.

	"Well, maybe it's right that you left her with something that
she'll know she's gonna be missing," he said with a tight smile.

	"Dad, its okay that Brian and Tracy got together," I said.  "It
hurt like hell, but I got over it.  Don't be too rough on him about it."

	"All right. If you're over it, I'm over it," he said. "I was just
hoping it would be Tracy and you who would give me my first grandson."

	"It might be," I said in an even tone, looking at him, over the top
of my beer.

	He laughed. I didn't hear him laugh but I saw his shoulders shake.
Just then Brian came out on the deck.  He got himself a beer out of the
cooler.

	"Hope you boys are hungry," Dad said.

	"Starving," Brian said. He looked at me and I think he could tell
that something was amiss. I shrugged, a helpless shrug. He looked a little
scared.

	"One thing I wanta get said and out of the way," Dad began as he
was taking the hamburgers off the grill and putting them on the platter.
"You guys can fuck around together all you want, don't bother me one bit.
But take it out to the hayloft or the field, or lock the door."  He turned
around very slowly to face us, a look on his face that was all too
familiar...a look that said, do you understand me?"

	"Yes, sir," I said.

	"Yes, sir," Brian said.


				  The End


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