Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2004 19:48:03 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 3

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 Three - Las Vegas Day

The bus pulled into Vegas in the early afternoon and we checked with the
ticket counter. There was no problem with us staying over in Vegas. Our
tickets only had to be used within 14 days.  From there we set out to find
a small hotel off the strip that Jeff could afford. We found a little place
and it was just what Jeff had described - a large bed, a dresser, a TV set
and a bath and shower. But what more did we need?

We went to the room and I put my backpack down on the dresser and then
stripped off my t-shirt over my head. Jeff put his olive canvas bag down
and stripped off his t-shirt as well. Then we stood there just looking at
each other. Being so new to this, I really didn't know how to start. But I
needn't have worried. Jeff wasn't hesitant, he told me later, he just
wanted time to really drink in - in his words - "the beauty of you!". I'm
so glad he didn't say that at the time! I think I would have melted into a
puddle!

Jeff moved towards me and took me into his strong, muscular arms. He
brought his face down to mine and kissed me passionately. It's a good thing
that he's as strong as he is because the power of that kiss caused me to
almost completely collapse in his arms! I was lost in the feelings that
were sweeping over me. Never did I think that this would really happen -
that I would have this incredible man in my arms, wanting me.

I pulled back from the kiss and rested my head on his chest. I was short
enough that he rested his chin on my head. We just stood there, holding
each other - neither one of us wanting to break the mood of the moment. I
started taking deep breaths of his scent. It was strongly masculine. I
could smell his sweat, the scent of his body and a faint trace of some kind
of cologne or aftershave which smelled woodsy. It was a heady mixture and I
couldn't get enough of it!

"I know. I need to go take a shower." he said, reluctantly.

"NO!" I almost screamed, pulling my head back and looking up at him.

He had a bemused little smile on his face and questions in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I...I... have a small confession to make." I said stuttering in
my fear over what I was about to reveal about myself.

"What?" he asked, completely confused now.

"I...I don't really know how to say this but...I kind of get off to the
scent of a guy's body." I said.

He looked at me for a moment like he hadn't heard me right and then he
threw his head back and laughed out loud. I couldn't figure out what the
fuck was so funny. I was starting to get angry, thinking he was laughing at
me!

He looked back down and I guess he saw the anger in my face because he
quickly quieted down.

"I'm not laughing at you, Mike. I swear I'm not! You see, I get off on a
guy's scent, too! I hate having sex with somebody right after they've taken
a shower - takes all the fun out of it! Trust me, I've been getting whiffs
of your scent all night long as I held you while you were asleep. It was
everything I could do to keep from either jacking off over it or fucking
raping you right there on the fucking bus!" he grinned.

I grinned back. Oh, God! Was this going to be wonderful or what! Here was
this beautiful guy who anybody would give up years off their life just to
go to bed with and, not only did he want me, he was into scents just the
way that I was! I wondered how he felt about piss - but decided not to
tempt fate. This was enough.

"For a minute there, I thought you were going to tell me you were a
virgin!" he laughed.

"Well..." I started.

"My god! You are!" he looked at me and I could see fear in his eyes.

"No. I'm not a virgin. But you only missed it by about one day. You're only
the second guy I've ever gone to bed with." I admitted.

"Son of a bitch! Well, what do you know. I never would have guessed from
the way you kiss." he said.

"I bet you won't guess from the way I do several things!" I said in my
cockiest voice, grinning at him the whole time.

"Well, maybe we should just see about that!" he said.

And with that, he scooped me up in his arms and laid me on the bed. It was
like my dream that morning on the bus - only rather than soft grass, my
body now reclined on a large soft bed. Jeff stood there, just looking down
at me. It started to embarrass me - the naked look of lust in his eyes. I
wasn't used to being looked at that way.

"That was like my dream, this morning." I said.

"What dream?" he asked, still looking at my body.

"On the bus. I dreamed that we were naked in a pond playing in the water
and you picked me up in your arms and laid me on the bank and made love to
me." I said.

"Oh, was that the wet dream you had this morning?" he asked innocently.

"You KNEW about that!!!" I all but screamed.

"I could hardly miss it - the way you were moaning and groaning and calling
my name! And then when you came, the scent of cum was almost
overwhelming. You must have had a real mess in your pants!" he laughed.

I picked up one of the pillows from behind my head and threw it at him! He
was so busy laughing, he didn't see it coming and it hit him right in the
face! Now, it was my turn to laugh.  He jumped on the bed and pinned me to
it.

"Now you're going to get it!" he yelled in mock anger and began tickling
me.

I laughed until I almost pissed in my pants and begged for him to
stop. When he finally did, we were both red faced and laughing, wrapped up
in each others arms.

"I thought you were asleep!" I said, referring to the embarrassment of him
witnessing my wet- dream.

"I'm so glad I wasn't. It was such a turn on watching you. Your body moved
so sensuously! But it was when I heard you calling out my name that I knew
that you wanted me as much as I wanted you." he said and leaned down and
kissed me again.

I threw my arms around him and held him as tightly as I could. I think it
was at that moment that I fell in love with Jeff. I didn't know what it was
I was feeling. I'd never fallen in love with somebody before. But I knew
this was something special. I knew that what I was feeling for this big
Marine was something that was different than anything I'd ever felt before
AND that the feeling was going to last a very long time.

"Don't you think it was time I finally get to see you naked?" I asked
quietly, my voice husky with my desire for Jeff.

"Yes, I think it's time I got to see you naked, too!" Jeff replied and then
he added thoughtfully, "I get the feeling that you find me to be somewhat
attractive."

"You are kidding, right? You are so fucking beautiful I can hardly believe
that I'm laying here with you!" I said.

"That's what I was afraid of." he said, his voice getting very serious.

"Why?" I asked.

What the fuck could be wrong? I just told the guy he's beautiful. What the
fuck's wrong with that?

"Mike, you need to realize something. I've been looking at this face in the
mirror for 22 years.  It's nothing special to me. And the only reason I'm
laying in this bed with you is because I feel exactly the same way about
you. You are incredibly beautiful to me. I am just as attracted to you as
you are to me. That's the way it is supposed to be. So don't ever forget
that. I'm here because I want to be here. You're the reason that I'm here -
because I want you! Do you understand that?"  he asked.

I looked into those incredibly blue eyes and knew that, no matter how hard
it was for me to believe, what he was telling me was the truth. He really
wants me! And, God knows! I wanted him!

"I believe that you're telling me the truth. And even if I can't understand
why you feel the way you do, I trust you. Ok?" I asked.

He leaned forward and gave me a little peck of a kiss right on the tip of
my nose!

"Sometime, I'll be more than happy to sit down and tell you some of the
reasons that I feel the way I do about you. But right now, I'd much rather
make love to you." he said, and I was lost in that killer smile and those
deep blue eyes until his lips covered mine and he began to kiss me.

The kiss deepened and I could feel Jeff's hand moving over my body, feeling
my chest, my abs, and the moving down to massage my cock through my jeans.

"Why do you still have clothes on?" Jeff said to me, breaking the kiss and
giving me a horny grin.

"The same reason you still do!" came my cocky reply.

"I want you to get naked and back on this bed in less the 30 seconds!
NOW!!!" he let me hear his 'parade ground' voice for the first ground.

We both leaped from the bed and each other's arms. Even though he wore
lace-up black combat boots, he was still naked and on the bed a few seconds
before I was. I went to get back on the bed but I stopped. I stood there
stunned! I'm sure I looked like a deer caught in a car's headlights! I had
never seen a more beautiful and perfect male body in my life! Josh was no
slouch but Jeff was more than a man - he was a MARINE GOD!

I was also quite stunned by the size of his cock! I had never seen a cock
that big in my life! Not that I'd seen that many erect cocks. And, except
for Josh, all of those had been my fellow students in gym class - boys with
boy-cocks. But this was no boy! This was a man. A man who's hardness told
me far more than his words how much he wanted me.

"Like what you see?" Jeff asked, smiling at me.

"God! Yes!" I replied, my voice so husky with desire that it came out
almost as a growl.

"I like what I see as well." Jeff said.

I looked into his eyes and saw the heat and desire there. I began to
understand what he had told me. I, too, didn't see anything special to my
looks. I knew I wasn't ugly, but it surprised me to see such a level of
desire for me in someone else's eyes. Especially someone I wanted so badly.

I slowly crawled onto the bed, never taking my eyes from his. I'm sure that
had someone else observed this moment, they would have been able to see a
laser beam of hot desire from my eyes to his and back again. My cock was so
hard it almost hurt and dribbled cock-honey across the bed as I made my way
toward him.

I had intended to lay back down in his arms, but he grabbed me and made me
kneel beside his head. With his eyes still locked on mine, he moved
forward, opened his mouth and engulfed my entire cock in one gulp. The warm
wetness of his mouth surrounding me caused me to moan uncontrollably. I
could feel his tongue massaging the underside of my cock and the tightness
of his throat muscles around the head of my cock. My hips made an
uncontrollable lunge forward, trying to drive my cock even further into the
depths of his throat.

He pushed me back and pulled off my cock entirely. He shoved his nose into
my pubic hair and I could hear him taking deep breaths of the scent he
found there. Then he moved down to my balls and began sniffing them as
well. They were almost hairless and then next thing I felt was his rasping,
wet tongue against my nut-sack. I moaned at the feel of his tongue on my
nuts. It was so incredible that my cock was copiously leaking cock-honey
that was sliding down the length of my cock. Jeff moved up and licked the
stream of pre-cum running down my hardon.

"Mmmm." he moaned at the taste. "Really sweet!" he said, looking up into my
eyes and then going back to licking my balls.

It was my turn to begin moaning again. Jeff pulled me down onto the bed on
my back with him between my legs. He lifted my legs with his hands and
pushed them back until my knees were almost in my armpits. He lowered his
face until it was in my butt trench and I could hear him taking deep whiffs
of my ass scent. I heard Jeff growl deep in his throat and then I felt his
tongue take a long, leisurely swipe through my entire butt-crack.

"Mmmm. You taste as good as you smell!" he murmured.

I moaned at the touch of his tongue to such a tender and intimate place on
my body. I wiggled my butt against his face and begged him to go further.

"Yes! Eat my butt! Shove your tongue up my hole! Please!" I moaned in
passion.

Jeff took me at my word and began to lick deeply into my hole while sucking
the lips of my ass into his mouth. He pushed his tongue against my hole and
buried more than half of it in my ass.  He then began to move his tongue
rapidly in and out of my hole like a small, wet cock fucking my ass. Even
though the idea of taking something as big as his cock up my tiny hole all
but paralyzed my with fear, the feelings that were going through me while
he at my ass made me aware, for the first time in my life, of the 'need' to
be fucked! His tongue ignited a burning itch within my butt to have
something ramming in and out of it. Later I would understand the concept of
my ass being 'hungry'. Now, I was only living it!

"Oh, God! Jeff! What are you doing to me?! I can't stand much more of this!
God! Put something bigger in me!!" I begged and moaned.

I heard a low chuckle come out of Jeff's throat. He knew what he was doing
to me, all right. He knew what kind of a spark he'd ignited in my ass. He
knew how I was starting to overcome my fear of his size and just not care
anymore about the possible pain. He knew that I would end up begging him to
fuck me because that's what he wanted! He wanted to fuck me! But he wanted
me to beg for it first!

As Jeff continued to eat my butt, he slowly inserted his finger into my
spit-wet hole. I moaned at the intrusion but loved the feeling. Especially
because his finger could reach so much further inside me. His finger could
reach places inside my ass that his tongue could never reach. I felt his
finger graze against what I would later learn was my prostate and I thought
I could see stars! The rush of intense sensations that went through me
caused me to gasp and moan at Jeff's relentless pursuit of my anal cavity.

One finger was followed by two. Two were more difficult and painful at
first but soon my asshole adjusted and those two fingers were sluicing in
and out of my butt and giving me real thoughts that I could actually take
Jeff's huge cock! Before trying three, Jeff got off the bed and went into
his canvas travel bag. He came back with a squeeze bottle of what turned
out to be lube. He squirted some of the cool gel onto his fingers and began
working them back up my ass, greasing my hole for more to come! Then he
added more lube to his fingers and then next thing I know, there are three
of his fingers working in and out of my hole. And Jeff's fingers were not
small! No, they were long and they were thick! By the time he had three of
them up me and my hole relaxed enough to take them, it was obvious that his
cock would have no trouble entering me.

"Jeff! Please! Fuck me! Shove your cock up my ass! I want you so bad!" I
begged.

He finally had me where he wanted me. I was begging for that horse-cock of
his to be rammed up my ass like a mare being bred! I was just a quivering
mass of hormone driven fuck-lust who was willing to do anything that would
bring more pleasure to my ass! I began to wonder if maybe I was some kind
of slut, the way that I was reacting to Jeff and begging for him to fuck
me. I have since come to two conclusions: "Underneath whatever thin veneer
of respectability that they may use to hide it - All guys are sluts!" and
"Thank God they are!". I was to realize later that I was merely having a
normal, male reaction to the stimulation that was being visited upon my
body by the incredibly handsome, desirable and talented Marine that I was
rapidly falling in love with!

Jeff continued to play with my ass and relax my sphincter for a few more
minutes and then he re- lubed my ass with more of the gel and then I
watched as he heavily lubed his cock. He leaned forward over me, placing my
legs across his biceps to keep my hole up and my legs spread. He skinned
back the hood of his cock and placed his wet cock-head at the entrance to
my body.  Leaning down, he covered my mouth with his and kissed me
passionately at the same time that he pushed his hips forward and his cock
put pressure on my hole.

Jeff had done an excellent job of not only relaxing and opening my body to
him, his kiss so distracted me that before I knew it, half of his cock was
buried inside of me and moving slowly towards complete mastery of my
body. Before I even realized it, he stopped and I could feel his pubic hair
gently tickling the lips of my ass. His cock, which I had feared, was all
the way inside me and I was unable to even comprehend at that moment how
good it felt! A feeling of such completion came over me that I knew that
this is what I wanted more than anything in the world.  I wanted to feel
one with this young warrior! I wanted to feel the dominance of him. I
wanted to give over complete control to him and allow him to pleasure
himself with my body which would, in turn, pleasure me!

At first, as I guess a lot of guys do, I thought that this must be some
kind of feminine reaction within me and I began to worry about my
masculinity. Nothing could be further from the truth, I was to come to
understand later. Females are not dominant. Though some can become
'domineering', it is not their role - either biologically or socially - to
be dominant. That is the male role. But that role can also be a heavy
burden for the male. I now believe that it is part of the reason that males
tend to die younger than females. To be able to 'lay down' that burden, to
give over dominance to another male - as an equal - is something that no
female can do or experience. I was still male. I still retained the potent
male symbol of my hard cock, throbbing against my abs and belching
cock-snot onto me. But I was experiencing all the pleasure that
surrendering, just for a time, to another male's dominance can bring.

I didn't understand these things then. I could only look up into Jeff's
impossibly blue eyes and beg him to take me to the level of pleasure my
body had only really begun to hint at.

"Oh, God! Jeff! You feel so good inside me! Please! Fuck me! Make me
yours!" I begged him.

He smiled down at me as he began to fuck slowly and gently in and out of my
hole. I lay there inhaling deeply of his scent, my scent and the scent of
our fucking. My nose was thoroughly enjoying the combination of scents and
it was directly affecting my cock which was so hard it almost hurt. As Jeff
leaned over me, my cock was rubbing against his hard abs and was being
stimulated inside and out as his cock slid back and forth across my
butt-nut, bringing me closer and closer to cumming even though I wasn't
touching myself. I had never had a 'hands-free' orgasm in my life - except
for wet-dreams like this morning on the bus - but it seemed like that was
exactly what I was headed for.

After a short time, Jeff began to really plough my ass good! His cock was
like a pile-driver, rhythmically pounding my hole. I could hear the
slap-slap-slap of his hips as they hit my butt- cheeks on each drive
inward. The more he pounded , the limper I seemed to become, my body
overwhelmed by the sensations his cock was causing in my shit-chute. I was
almost constantly moaning now at the intensity of his fuck. My hole seemed
to open up more and more as he fucked me, giving me fear that it would
never close up again. But that didn't matter to me. I just wanted more and
more of Jeff's cock up inside me and he seemed to have the same idea. Each
inward plunge seemed to be intent on going deeper and deeper into my
bowels.

"Fuck, yeah! Fuck my butt! Fuck me HARD!" I screamed out in my ecstasy.

Jeff said nothing in response, he was too intent on driving his cock harder
and faster into my ass.  Without warning, I suddenly felt that tingling
sensation that heralded my impending orgasm. I didn't want to cum yet, but
I had no choice. Jeff's pounding cock was taking me over the edge.  My body
suddenly stiffened and my cock began to fire load after load of my hot,
white juice all over my face and chest.

"AHH!!! FFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKK!!!!" I yelled as Jeff continued to pound my ass,
grinning down at me as I shot my load.

As I came down from the intensity of my orgasm, I thought that Jeff would
stop - or at least slow down - his pounding punishment of my hole. No way!
He continued fucking me as I lay there, trying to learn to breathe again!
My cock never went soft even after the incredible load that I shot. I
looked up as I felt the drops of sweat from Jeff's body sprinkling mine. He
grinned at me, his face tight and red with the exertion of his fucking me.

As he continued to pound my well-used hole, the movement of his cock
against my prostate began to feel incredibly good again. I couldn't believe
it was happening, but I was starting to build towards yet another orgasm! I
hadn't cum more than two minutes ago and here I was, almost ready to shoot
again!

I started moaning and tossing my head back and forth as the fuck-lust again
took hold of me and I began to lift my butt as much as I could, trying to
drive Jeff's cock deeper and deeper into my ass on each plunge he made. I
was totally lost in animal desire. I lost all sense of myself and was only
aware of my ass being pounded and my cock reaching for another orgasm. I
could hear somebody screaming and figured out that it was my voice!

"FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!! MAKE ME CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMM!!!!"

And with that, my cock began to unload for the second time in less than
five minutes! And what seemed an even larger load than the first time! I
shot over my head this time, hitting the bed behind me. The rest of the
load ending up on my face and chest again. I was covered with my own cum!

I looked up at Jeff, and I think even he was shocked by my speedy recovery
and orgasm. He looked down at me with a questioning grin on his face. I'm
sure I looked a sight - covered with my cum But it was a sight that
evidently spurred Jeff to new and greater heights of performance because he
began to pound my ass harder and faster - a feat I thought impossible! He
power- fucked me, raising himself onto his hands and toes, his face pouring
sweat down onto mine and he towered over me, bending me almost double. My
cock still had not softened in any way and this new angle of impact was
causing my prostate to take a direct hit from his cockhead every time he
battered his way into my hole.

Jeff's breathing and rhythm began to get ragged and I knew he was getting
ready to unload his Marine spoonge into my guts. I reached up, without
thinking and began tugging and pinching his small, male tits. Jeff threw
back his head and howled like a wolf at my actions. He drove his cock
faster and faster into me and my own cock began to tingle for a third time!
I couldn't believe it!  Jeff was about to cum and it looked like I was
going to cum right along with him!

Moaning and screaming mindlessly, Jeff began shooting his hot cum up my
ass. And while I couldn't feel the actual cum, I could feel the trembling
of his cock in my hole each time he unloaded and I could feel the cum start
to drip down my butt crease as the overload squirted out of my hole around
his cock. His twitching cock in my hole triggered my third orgasm and I
shot out my load all over both of us this time as Jeff leaned down to take
possession of my mouth as his cock deposited his love juice in my hole. I
screamed out my orgasm in his mouth as his tongue seemed to want to drive
itself down my throat. I bucked and trembled beneath him as I lost all
control of my body.

Jeff let go of my legs and literally picked me up in his arms, sitting back
on his heels and holding me like I was just a little kid. I found myself
with my arms clinging around his neck, crying my eyes out from the intense
feelings and the exhaustion I felt after three orgasms in less than 15
minutes. I felt his kisses all over my face and down my shoulders as he
stroked my back and ass, where his cock was still embedded and still hard.

"What's wrong, Mike? Did I hurt you?" there was real fear and concern in
his eyes as he looked into mine.

"No! I've never had that happen in my life! I've never cum three times like
that! You are too wonderful to be believed!" I swore to him.

His face got red with embarrassment. A Marine that could blush! What a
concept! He did get a small grin of pride on his face, though, from his
accomplishment.

"Well, I can't perform that well unless I'm with somebody who really turns
me on." he said, looking back into my eyes.

"You feel so good inside me, I can't believe it! I was terrified at first
when I saw your cock. I still can't believe you've got the whole thing
inside of me!" I said, squirming some to feel his rock hard cock still
embedded in my ass.

"Well, even though you haven't had much experience, you just opened right
up!" Jeff laughed.

"I hadn't had any experience at all. No one has ever fucked me. You're the
first." I said.

A look of shock crossed his face.

"You're kidding me, right?! I didn't just cop your cherry, did I?!" he
asked.

"I'm not kidding you. You're the first man to ever fuck me. I told you I'd
only had sex with one other guy and he didn't fuck me. In fact, he didn't
even try. We were too busy with other things."  I shyly grinned and then I
could feel my face heating up as I blushed, remembering some of those
'other things'.

"God! I'm glad you didn't tell me that beforehand! I would never have had
the guts to do it! I know how big I am and I know my cock can hurt a lot at
first. Especially if somebody isn't experienced." Jeff said earnestly.

"It didn't hurt at all!" I said. "I thought it would, but there was no pain
at all. Only this really wonderful feeling I will never, ever forget!"

"I won't ever forget it either." he said, quietly, looking deep into my
eyes. "It was the most incredible fuck of my life! Making love to you is
something very different, very special. It's like no sex I've ever had in
my life."

Now it was my turn to blush. And I did. Even if we only had this one day
together, I would never, ever be able to forget this astounding
Marine. And, I knew that parting from him would be the most painful thing I
had ever endured in my life. It seemed so unfair! All my life, all I'd
wanted someone to love me - someone to want me! My mother didn't. My
grandfather certainly didn't. My Dad said he did in his letters, but I
hadn't even met him yet! And, even though finding him was important to me,
I knew that, at my age, it wasn't a "Daddy's" love that I needed or
wanted. It was the love of a mate - a partner. And I so wished it could be
the love of this beautiful Marine who held me in his strong, muscular
arms. The sadness that washed over me, knowing that the dream of Jeff being
mine was too impossible to even fantasize about, brought tears to my eyes
again. To try and hide them, I buried my face in Jeff's shoulder. But he
could feel the trembling in my body as I tried to restrain them.

"What's wrong, Mike. Please don't tell me you're having second thoughts
about what we did.  Please tell me it's not guilt, because we didn't do
anything wrong!" he murmured in my ear.

I raised my tear-stained face and my eyes met his. I didn't want to speak
because I knew that, looking into those beautiful blue eyes of his, I
couldn't lie. But how could I tell him the truth!  How could I tell him how
I now knew I felt about him. I had no right to complicate his life. I
didn't know what to say.

"I...I.." I sputtered, so afraid of telling him, so afraid of his reaction.

He waited patiently while I continued to stare into his eyes, trying to
answer him.

"It's ok. Take your time." he said softly.

"No! I can't. I'll make you angry." I finally exploded, the pressure inside
me too great to hold back much longer.

"No, Mike. I won't. I promise. No matter what you say to me, I won't get
angry." he said holding me tighter in his arms and leaning forward to
gently kiss my lips.

"Jeff, I'm so sorry! I didn't want this to happen! I've got no right and I
know it! I just can't help myself!" I started spewing out explanations and
apologies.

"Wait...wait a minute!" he said gently. "What are you sorry about? What's
this you've got no right to?" he asked, a perplexed look on his face.

I stopped dead. Of course he was confused! I still hadn't told him the most
important part. Before I could, however, I felt his cock - which had now
softened - slip from my ass. I pushed against him and got him to let go of
me. I lay back on the bed and then swung my feet over the side so that I
was sitting. Jeff moved over and sat down next to me.

"Mike, please, tell me what's wrong. What have I done? Have I hurt you?" he
asked.

I looked into his eyes so filled with concern. I knew I had to give him an
answer. It wasn't right letting him think that this was in any way his
fault.

"No, Jeff. You haven't hurt me. You've made me feel better than I ever
thought I'd ever feel. I wish I could just lie to you and not have to tell
you this, but I know that I'm a terrible liar. I just can't lie -
especially to someone I love. And I do love you. More than I can tell you."

There, I'd said it. Jeff sat there looking at me for the longest time. I
didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I thought I'd already said
too much as it was. I figured I had fucked everything up. I'd taken what
was a really good time between two guys and messed it all up. Oh, well! I
suppose there would be another bus to LA that afternoon or evening. I could
just go and let Jeff enjoy Las Vegas himself.

"Do you mean that? I mean, really mean that?" Jeff asked me quietly, his
eyes boring into mine like blue laser beams.

"I've never meant anything more in my entire life." I swore to him. "I love
you. I thought it was just horniness - just sex. But it's not. When I think
about you, when I look at you, I don't just think about sex. I think about
being together, building a life together, being with you for the rest of my
life. I know that's stupid, we've only just met. And I know you couldn't
feel the same way about me. So, please. Let's just forget I said it. I can
go back to the bus station and catch another bus. You certainly don't need
an emotionally fucked up 18 year old messing up your life." I said and
started to get up off the bed.

He grabbed my arm in the strong grip of his hand and I felt myself firmly
pulled back down on the bed.

"Where in the fuck do you think you're going?" he asked, fire in his
eyes. "How dare you! How fucking dare you tell me that you love me, tell me
that you want to spend the rest of your life with me and then tell me I
can't feel the same way and try to walk out!"

I could hear the controlled fury in his voice. He took several deep breaths
before he continued, never for a moment letting go of my arm.

"How do you know that I don't feel the same way you do? Have you asked me?
Have you fucking asked me how I feel about all of this? Do I get a choice
in all of this?!" he asked, his voice quiet but serious.

I sat there stunned. He was right. This was all a conversation that I'd had
in my head! I'd never asked him how he felt. I was actually scared to death
to ask him. I was afraid to know how he felt. I didn't want to feel the
rejection. And I owned up to that.

"I didn't ask because I was afraid. I didn't want to go through the pain of
you rejecting me. So, I just made up my mind that you would and went on
from there." I admitted to him.

He just sat there looking at me, his face unreadable. Finally he let go of
my arm and moved his to my shoulder. Putting his arm around me, he pulled
me to himself until my head rested on his shoulder and I was being hugged
by his arms. My arms went around him and I buried my face in his chest.

"Thank you for your honesty. I do understand about fear. I know you'll
probably have a hard time believing this because you think I'm this big,
tough Marine, but I get afraid, too! I was afraid to even ask if I could
sit next to you on the bus to begin with!" he said.

I pulled back and looked in his face. He was afraid of me?!

"Courage, Mike, isn't the absence of fear. Courage is being afraid and
doing what you need to do anyway. Of course I was afraid. Afraid of the
same kind of rejection from you. I know you still find it hard to believe,
but I don't see myself as all that special!" he said.

I started to protest and he put his finger over my lips.

"Ok, I know that I'm not ugly or anything. I know I have a good body that I
work on quite hard.  And I know that my parents and brothers love me, but
they've had years to get used to me!" he grinned.

"But you're so much more than that!" I protested.

"What do you mean?" he asked, truly confused.

"Remember what you told me about the three 'Core Values' of the Marine
Corps? Honor, Courage and Commitment? You don't just talk about those. You
live them! When you talked about your family, your life growing up, your
life in the Marines, I saw all of them in you! I don't just love you - I
respect you like no other man I've ever met in my life! More than that, I
like you.  You're the kind of guy I'd want as a friend - a best friend." I
said, hiding my face on this last part, I was so embarrassed by this open
display of my feelings.

I felt his hand touch my chin and raise it until my eyes were level with
his. There were tears glistening in those beautiful blue eyes of his.

"I don't know how to thank you for that." he said, his voice husky with
emotion. "That was probably the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to
me in my entire life. The only response I can give to it is to tell you
that I do love you. And I would like that chance to prove that everything
you've just said you believe about me is true. However, I have to warn you
- it will probably take the rest of our lives for me to prove that to you."

It took me a moment to figure out what he'd just said. I got the part about
him loving me but the rest of it sounded to me like he was asking me to
spend the rest of my life with him!

"I don't want to make a mistake here. This sounds like you're asking me to
spend the rest of my life with you. Or am I not hearing you correctly?" I
asked, hesitantly.

"There's nothing wrong with your hearing. That's exactly what I'm asking
you. I wanted to bring this up myself but I was as afraid to as you
were. After all, you're on your way to meet a father you've never
known. You don't know what's going to happen there - how you're going to
feel.  How he's going to feel about us being in love with each other. It's
nothing to be ashamed of but, unfortunately, it's not something we can
exactly shout from the rooftop either. There are a lot of guys out there
who hate people like you and me. And you don't know that your Dad isn't one
of them." he said.

"No, I don't. But it doesn't matter! I want my Dad to love me. But I don't
'need' him to love me.  Not if I have your love. If Dad can't love me the
way I am, then that's just too bad. I've lived with the rejection of my
mother and my grandfather - one more isn't going to matter because, as long
as you love me, that's all I really need." I told him.

Jeff leaned down and kissed me gently. I reached up and put my arms around
his neck, drawing his mouth back to mine and kissing him passionately. Our
hands started roaming over our bodies and it looked like things were going
to get started again when Jeff pulled back from my mouth.

"God! I can't keep my hands off you!" he laughed. "But we have a lot of
things to talk about first. If this is going to work between us, we need to
start making some plans. From what you've told me, your only plan was to
find your Dad. You didn't even know what was going to happen then." he
said.

"Yeah. I know. It was a pretty dumb thing to do, just taking off like
that. But I was hurt and I was angry. And I seriously wanted to find my
Dad." I said, showing my embarrassment at doing such a stupid 'kid' thing.

"There's nothing 'dumb' about it! I understand how you felt. Given the same
set of circumstances I probably would have done the same thing! Only
difference is, I might have punched my grandfather out before I left!" Jeff
laughed.

I laughed, too. I wish I could have done that! After all the years of his
belittling me and then to find out he was the reason I didn't have a
father, he deserved more punishment that I could ever provide.

"You know, we probably ought to at least get in the shower and rinse
off. You're full of cum and so am I. And besides, I've got to take a wicked
piss!" Jeff said.

At this last statement, my eyes must have lit up like sparklers on the 4th
of July! Jeff noticed and started to say something but I blushed and
dropped my eyes in shame at what I was thinking about. I didn't think Jeff
would be into piss play and I wasn't about to mess things up with him now!
I could live without ever getting pissed on the rest of my life - as long
as it meant I could have Jeff for the rest of my life. But Jeff just sat
there, looking at me with this look on his face that I was beginning to be
able to interpret. This one said 'Ok, what the fuck's up here?'.

"Mike, do the words 'golden shower' have any meaning to you?" Jeff asked
quietly but I could hear the seriousness in his voice.

"No. I've never heard that before. What does it mean?" I asked,
innocently. I really had never heard the term.

"How about 'watersports'?" Jeff asked again.

"You mean like jet ski's and stuff?" I asked, really confused now.

Jeff threw back his head and laughed at that one. I sat there staring at
him, completely confused by all this. Finally he calmed down enough to
answer.

"No, not like 'jet ski's and stuff'! Both of those terms - 'golden shower'
and 'watersports' refer to guys playing around with piss." he said.

At this my face really heated up and I'm sure turned as red as a tomato! I
again looked down, unable to meet his eyes.

"Oh." was all I was able to get out.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to gross you out." Jeff said, squeezing my
shoulders with his arm.

"Ahh...you didn't. I...ahh..." I stammered.

"Have you ever played with your own piss? A lot of guys do. Some do it just
for fun, like writing their name in the snow. Others do it because it turns
them on. They like piss on themselves in the shower or even in their
clothes. Sometimes they get together with other guys and piss on each
other." Mike explained.

"Have...have you ever done that?" I hesitantly asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" Jeff enthused. "I kinda get off on it. I hope that doesn't
make you think less of me."

When I raised my head, I'm sure that Jeff was somewhat surprised to see the
big 'shit eating' grin on my face.

"Fuck, no! I don't think less of you! You see, I love it, too! I was afraid
you'd think less of me!" I exclaimed.

"So do I get the feeling that you'd like to go in the shower and have a
really 'wet' time with me?"  he laughed.

"Fuck, yeah!!! I'd give anything to have you piss all over me!" I enthused.

"Well, I'd be glad to, but it's gonna cost you!" he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, totally confused.

"You want to be pissed on - you're going to have to return the favor!" he
said, winking at me.

"Ah! Fuck, yeah! I'll be glad to! You mean, you like getting pissed on,
too?" I was amazed.

"Sure do! Love the feeling of a guy's hot piss splashing on my body. It's
kinda like being cum on, only for minutes rather than seconds!" he
explained.

"You don't see it as a put down or anything?" I asked. This was a question
which had been bothering me about my attraction to piss and I was too
'caught up in the moment' with Josh to ask him about it.

"Fuck, no! I know some guys see it like that - the whole degradation
trip. But that's not me. It's ok to look at it that way, but to me it's
this kind of real intimate sharing between two guys. I guess it comes from,
when you're growing up, a lot of times the only time you get to see another
guy's cock is when he's pissing - like at a urinal in a restroom. So you
kind of get this connection between the hot view of another guy's cock and
piss." Jeff explained.

"How about...ahh...drinking it?" I asked hesitantly, still not sure of how
far I should take this.

"Well...to me...that's another thing entirely." Jeff said, hesitating as if
to choose the right words.  "You see, to me, drinking another guy's piss is
a lot more serious. It's like taking part of him inside yourself, kind of
like drinking his cum. I only can do that if I'm really, really into a guy
and that hasn't happened very often. Have you ever drank piss from a guy?"

"Yeah. Once. With Josh, the first guy I had sex with. We both were drinking
a lot of beer and his piss was really weak. But I was really into him and I
liked it. It was very hot!" I said.

"Yeah, I agree! It is really hot. But I haven't had any beer. In fact, I
haven't had a whole lot to drink today which is probably going to make my
piss pretty strong. I wouldn't suggest we do that right now. I don't know
if you could take it that way. You know, what a guy drinks and eats affects
the way his piss, as well as his cum, tastes. You don't ever want to be
with someone who's eaten asparagus within the last three or four days!
Makes the cum and piss smell and taste fucking horrible!" he laughed.

"I'll have to remember never to let you eat asparagus!" I said.

"You won't have to bother. I don't like it anyway. And after I found out
what it does to my cum, I gave it up entirely!" he laughed. "Hey! All this
talk about piss has made me really fucking need to drain the lizard! You
ready to get wet?"

"Fuck, yeah!" I exclaimed and bounced of the bed and into the shower. I was
already laying down in the tub when Jeff walked into the bathroom. He stood
next to the tub for a few moments just looking down at me.

"Now that's what I like to see - a hot guy who's eager to have my piss all
over him!" he smiled.

"My favorite is a hot guy who's got to piss really bad!" I grinned back.

"So where do you want it?" Jeff grinned as he stepped into the tub and
stood over me, his cock in his hand.

"Everywhere! Fucking drench me with your hot piss!" I exclaimed.

"Ok, you asked for it!" Jeff laughed and suddenly his cock began blasting
hot piss onto my chest and belly.

I reached up and started rubbing Jeff's hot piss into my chest and
belly. Then I raised my arms and Jeff's piss stream began soaking my
underarms. I closed my eyes and mouth and lifted my face for Jeff to piss
on. He hit my forehead with his piss and it started running down my face
and into my hair. The feeling of his piss on my head was interesting do I
dropped my head forward and I felt his stream wetting my head and his warm
piss streaming down my back.

By this time, my cock was rock-hard again so Jeff began pissing on my cock,
my balls and my pubic hair. Lifting my head to again watch him piss, I
could feel some of his piss on my lips. I tentatively reached out my tongue
to taste it. Jeff was right. It was a lot stronger than Josh's piss had
been, but not entirely unpleasant in it's saltiness. As Jeff's stream began
to diminish, I leaned forward and put my mouth under his cock and let the
piss flow into my mouth and out again, going down my chin and onto my chest
and abs. When he was just about out of piss, I wrapped my lips around the
head of his cock and drank the last few squirts. I wanted to drink from
him, no matter what. I wanted to show him how much I loved him and wanted
him to be a part of me.  As I nursed at his cockhead, Jeff reached down and
gently stroked my piss-soaked face and hair.  Our eyes met and there was
such a look of love and care in his eyes, that my heart melted and I almost
started to cry again. I don't know how I got so weepy all of a sudden! I
guess it was the fact that I finally found someone who I could emotionally
depend on.

Jeff pulled his cock from my lips. It had begun to harden. I leaned forward
and licked up the shaft to the tip and then poked my tongue inside his
foreskin to get any piss drops that were left there.  Jeff moaned at the
touch of my tongue inside his hood and I quickly began letting his cock
bury itself in my mouth.

It was difficult at first to become adjusted to his size. He was not only
longer than Josh, he was also thicker. I didn't think I had a hope in hell
of getting his weapon down my throat but, by God!, I was going to try! I
tightened my lips and pushed back on the head of his cock until his hood
rolled back and I started licking the underside of his cock as it slid
further into my mouth.  When it reached the back of my throat, there was
still a lot of cock left outside my sucking mouth. I pushed forward and
swallowed at the same time as Josh had taught me. Surprisingly, I felt
Jeff's huge tool begin to slowly slide into my throat. It was definitely a
tight fit and I could really feel Jeff's cock spreading the muscles of my
throat as it has spread the muscles in my ass.  Before I knew it, however,
my nose was buried in his sweaty, musky pubes and his cock was completely
buried inside me once again.

"Fuck!!" Jeff exclaimed as he felt his cock being gently massaged by the
muscles in my throat.  "Nobody's ever been able to swallow all of that
thing!"

I looked up at him and I know he could see the smile of love and pride in
my eyes which he couldn't see on my lips - they were spread too tight
around the shaft of his monster cock.  Grabbing hold of his hips, I began
to move in and out trying to give him the message that I wanted him to fuck
my face like he had my ass. I found that the most exciting way for me to
suck a guy off was to have him fuck my face. I love the view of his crotch
coming at me and his hips pumping just like he was fucking. It really
concentrated my vision and nothing could distract me from the pleasure of
sucking the guy off!

Jeff, quickly got the message. He reached down and put his hand behind my
head and began pumping his cock in and out of my throat. His hand's played
in my piss-wet hair and I could hear him grunting as he laid pipe in my
mouth. I looked up and his head was thrown back in ecstasy and the muscles
in his body were rippling with his fuck-thrusts. What an incredible sight
it was to watch him. He was totally lost in the feelings I was creating in
his body with my mouth. But then he looked down and our eyes locked. The
look I saw in his eyes was feral. Jeff loved me, but this had nothing to do
with love. This was all about the incredible biological drive in every male
to shoot cum into a warm, wet hole! Pussy, ass, mouth - it didn't matter at
that point. Jeff was following the three rules of male biology - fuck it
hard, fuck it deep, fuck it again!

I figured he would take a while, like he had while he fucked me, but
no. Jeff had immense control but he also knew when to use it. He didn't
want to overburden my throat this first time and so he let himself go and
before I knew it, I heard his moans of release and my throat was flooded
with his cum. I pulled back quickly so that I could taste his creamy
manjuice. I was almost overwhelmed with the amount. Even through he had cum
inside my ass not half an hour ago, he shot enough cum down my throat that
I figured it would be hours before I needed to eat again! I would live on
his natural, wholesome, Grade A Marine Corps spoonge!

His monster cock finally stopped making sperm deposits down my throat and
began to soften enough that I could easily let it slip from my mouth. Jeff
knelt down in the tub into the puddle of his yellow piss that lay there and
took my face into both his hands. He passionately pressed his mouth to
mine, licking out my mouth and tasting his own cum.  Then he wrapped his
arms around my piss soaked body and held me while his chin rested on my
head and my face was pressed to his muscular chest.

"Nobody! Nobody has ever been able to swallow me completely! That was the
most incredible fucking blow-job I've ever had in my entire life! How the
fuck did you do that?!" he exclaimed.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged his warm, sweaty body against my
piss-drenched one.

"The guy I had sex with first, taught me how to swallow a cock down my
throat. I didn't know if I could do it to you - you're so much longer and
thicker. But I wanted to try." I said.

"Fuck! You can 'try' that again, anytime you want!" he laughed.

"I'd be careful what you say!" I warned him. "You have no idea how 'hungry'
I can be!" I said laughing.

"Well, if your ass and mouth are any indication, I may have to hook you up
with a platoon of my brother Marines or I won't live through the first year
with you! But what a fucking way to go!"  he laughed.

A whole platoon of Marines? On my knees, sucking all those studly paragons
of masculinity! Or maybe taking them all up my ass one at a time! What a
fucking wet-dream that was! How many guys in a 'platoon' anyway? Hey! Wait
a minute! What's this about other guys?!

"Would you really do that?" I asked hesitantly.

"Do what?" Jeff asked, showing his confusion.

"Send me to other Marines to have sex." I replied.

He pulled back until he was looking down into my eyes. I think he wondered
if my question was serious.

"Fuck, no! You have to go find your own Marines!" he grinned at me.

My face fell and he lost his grin quickly.

"Hey! Mike! I'm just kidding, ok?" he said, obviously realizing that I was
upset.

"Yeah..ok..." I said, unconvincingly.

"No, really! I only joking. But it looks like we need to have a little talk
about this." he said seriously.

"About what? Me being a slut and chasing after Marines?" I said with
bitterness, almost too low for him to hear.

"You are NOT a slut! Now, let's get something straight right here! How many
guys have you had sex with?" he asked.

"You know how many!" I said. "Two. Just you and Josh."

"And how many do you think I've had sex with?" he asked.

"In your whole life? I dunno. Probably a hundred." I said, exaggerating
slightly.

"A Hundred!!! Fuck, no! Counting you, there's been 10 guys in my whole life
that I've actually had sex with!" he almost shouted.

"Really?" I asked quietly.

"Really. And that counts my four brothers." he grinned.

"You did!!! You had sex with your brothers??!! Fuck, that's hot!!!" I
exclaimed.

"Let's not get off the subject!" he warned. "I've had sex with five other
guys before you. Two were my best friends in high school and three were
other Marines that I met. So if anybody in this room is a slut - it would
be me."

"But that isn't a lot. I mean, I just wish I'd had the chance to have sex
with other guys in school but I was always too scared." I admitted.

"Yeah, and I bet there were a shitload of guys who wanted to have sex with
you and were also too scared!" he said.

"You think?" I asked. That was a very different way of looking at things
than I'd ever thought about before.

"I know!" he said, smiling at me. "Nobody who's as cute and has as
beautiful a body as you do could help attracting other guys. It's a normal
part of growing up - learning about sex with your buds. I was lucky, I also
had my brothers to learn from. But that's a whole different kind of thing.
A lot of what we did also grew out of the love we have for each other. But
let's get back to that 'wish' of yours."

"What wish?" I asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

"That wish to have had sex with other guys. Do you really think you can
spend the rest of your life only wanting to have sex with me? Never looking
at another guy and wishing you could have sex with him?" he asked.

"Well..." I hesitated. Never was a very long time! And even though I knew I
loved Jeff, I didn't know what was going to happen in the future.

"Good! Made you think, didn't it?" he smiled.

"Well, yeah! I mean, forever is a long time and I don't know what's going
to happen." he said.

"Exactly! And you have to take something into account you haven't thought
about. You're a guy." Jeff stated.

"Duh! What's that got to do with it?" I asked.

"That's got every thing to do with it! Look, too much of the romance crap
that we grow up with is tied up with females. Females look at sex
completely differently than guys do! A guy doesn't have to be 'in love' to
fuck somebody's brains out - or to get his brains fucked out by somebody,
for that matter. When I tell you that I love you and I want to spend the
rest of my life with you, that's my heart talking - not my cock. My cock
would just be saying that you had two great holes and I love fucking either
one of them and would like to have them available on a regular basis!"  he
smiled.

I started laughing, picturing his cock talking to me like that.

"My cock just likes to fuck and get off. It doesn't mean anything. I don't
want to spend my life with that person. I just want to fuck or get fucked,
get off and go on my way. That's just sex - not love. Did you fall in love
with this other guy you had sex with?" he asked.

"His name was Josh. No. I mean I really liked him and he really turned me
on, but I didn't love him - not like I love you." I admitted.

"Ok. Why not? Why didn't you fall in love with him?" Jeff asked.

"I dunno, I just didn't. He didn't affect me the way that you do." I said,
confused about where this was leading.

"But he turned you on - enough that you wanted to have sex with him,
right?" Jeff asked again.

"Yeah! He was fucking hot!" I said.

"Do you think I'm 'fucking hot'?" Jeff asked smiling.

"Fuck, yeah! You're the hottest!!!" I swore. I was confused again. Jeff
knew how incredibly hot I thought he was.

"So you want to have sex with me?" he asked.

"Duh! We just had it!" I said.

"Yeah, I know that. But you also say that you love me. Is that because I'm
hot? Or because of other things?" he asked.

"Look, I already told you that! I don't just love you because you're hot! I
love you for who you are!" I said.

"How about how you feel when you're around me? Does that have something to
do with it?" Jeff asked.

"Oh, yeah! That's got a lot to do with it!" I assured him.

"So there are guys that are hot that would be great to fuck and then there
are guys who you not only want to fuck, but that you love - not because
they're hot but because of who they are and how they make you feel. Do you
agree with that?" he asked, deadly serious in the question.

"Yes. I agree with that." I said.

"Would you ever leave the guy that you love just to fuck a guy who's hot?"
Jeff asked.

"No way! That would be really fucked up!" I said with vehemence in my
voice.

"Ok, so then why should the guy you love and who loves you worry about you
fucking around with another guy who you think is hot?" he asked.

"Well...he might get jealous." I said.

"Yeah. And what's jealousy? What kind of guy's get jealous?" he asked.

"Guys who really, really love you?" I ventured.

"Really? Does a jealous guy really love you - or is he afraid of losing
you?" he asked.

"Well, it could be both." I said.

"Maybe. But is jealousy love?" he asked.

"No. It's jealousy." I said.

"And what is jealousy?" he asked.

"Being angry because your scared of losing somebody." I answered.

"BINGO!" he shouted. "Jealousy is being scared - it's fear! Now, you've
told me that you love me, right?"

"Yes. I do love you!" I insisted.

"Ok, and if I believe that you love me - I believe that when you tell me
that you love me that you're telling me the truth - and you tell me that
because you love me you're not going to leave me and take your love away
from me, then why would I fear you having sex with a hot guy? Why would I
fear that knowing that you've told me you're not going to leave over having
sex with him. You're not going to stop loving me just because he look's hot
to you? So where's the fear coming from?" he asked.

"Well... from inside! You would have to not believe me that I love you and
wouldn't leave." I said.

"Now you've got it! And the word to describe that is...?" he asked.

I thought about it for a moment.

"Trust?" I answered hesitantly.

"HOT DAMN! YOU GOT IT!!! TRUST!!! That's what a relationship has to be
built on! Trust!  If you can't trust the person that your committing you
life to, you're going to end up in a world of hurt! So a relationship has
to be built on more than love. It has to be built on trust. What else do
you need to build a really good relationship? How do you gain trust in
somebody?" he asked.

"Well..."I said thinking quickly " to really trust someone you have to
believe them."

"Ok, and to believe them they have to be what?" he asked.

"Honest!" I all but shouted. "Honesty! That's important!"

"That's right. Now, what are the 'Three Core Values' of the Marine Corps?"
he drilled me like a cross between a teacher and a drill sergeant.

"Honor, Courage and Commitment! Sir!" I shouted out like Marine recruits
I'd seen in movies.

I thought that Jeff would split a gut, he started laughing so hard!

"Sorry! But that's what you have to put up with when you fall in love with
a Marine! The training comes out!" he laughed.

"I don't mind - just so long as that Marine remembers the Marine Corps
Motto!" I said.

"SIR! THE MARINE CORPS MOTTO IS 'SEMPER FIDELIS' SIR!" he shouted out in
typical Marine fashion.

"And that means?" I pushed.

"Always Faithful." he said, his eyes glowing with love for me as he leaned
down and gently kissed me. "Always faithful to you. Semper Fi!"

"I'll always love you." I said as his lips left mine.

"Honor, Courage, Commitment. They make up what you need for a relationship,
too. With honor, there is no question of honesty or trust. Courage says
there is no fear of betrayal or abandonment. Commitment means that, no
matter what, you stay. You work out the problems.  You don't run away from
them." he said gently. "Can you live up to all of those?"

"Oh! Yes, Sir!" I said leaning forward and kissing him again.

"So then, if you see a hot guy - Marine or not - and you want to fuck his
brains out, what are you going to do?" he asked.

"I'm going to fuck his brains out and then come home and let you fuck mine
out!" I giggled.

"What if I want you to fuck MY brains out?" he asked.

Now THAT was food for thought!!!

The End of Chapter Three of MARINE HERO

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