Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2001 13:24:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE ENCOUNTER - PART 1

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. It is NOT TRUE. Any resemblance
between any character and any real person is thoroughly and completely
accidental. This story contains scenes of sex between males. So you're
forewarned. If this story warps your sex-drive or your previously held
opinions, feelings or desires, then it has been successful.

This story is dedicated to a real member of the USMC who is my friend and
whom I care very much about.

Marine Encounter
by RimPig (c) 2001

I love walking on the beach at night. Of course, living in Fort Lauderdale
the way I do, it is much easier for me to do this than most people. I
especially love to walk down by the water's edge late at night with a full
moon. You have never truly seen the magnificence of the moon until you see
it rising full over the Atlantic Ocean. The reflection of its light on the
water makes the night so bright you could almost read by it. You certainly
could make love by it. But not in Fort Lauderdale. The Lauderdale cops are
far too uptight to allow 'faggots' (as they love to call us) to go "fuckin'
on the beach".

But this isn't a problem for me. First of all, I've had sex on the
beach. No, not the drink! The act!  And, trust me, it is far over-rated as
an activity. First of all, whether you realize it or not, sand is not soft!
And second of all, sand gets everywhere! And I mean - everywhere!!!

So, for my money, a walk on the beach at night, alone, is about all I
want. Notice I said "about all" in the same sentence with the dreaded "a "
word - alone. I would much rather share the walk with someone, but there
hasn't been a "someone" for a damn long time. Now I realize that a large
part of the reason for that is me. I have very high standards about who I'm
going to spend my 'emotional capital' on. And those standards have nothing
to do with looks or money. They have to do with character and
values. Things that, unfortunately in this society, are in short supply (or
appear to be). And I'd rather have no relationship than a bad one. So, here
I was on the beach.  Alone.

Or at least I thought I was alone.

About 20 yards ahead of me, I suddenly noticed a guy sitting in the sand,
drinking a beer and looking out at the water. Something about him seemed to
scream "Military". Perhaps it was the "high-and-tight" haircut, or the set
of his body - like he was sitting "at attention".

It isn't unusual to run into military personnel in Fort Lauderdale. After
all, Port Everglades hosts a large number of navy ships, including aircraft
carriers, every year. But what was unusual was to see one alone. Most of
the time, sailors and Marines traveled in packs, like wolves hunting for
whatever kind of fun was on their agendas. Never less than 2 and hardly
ever more than 6. I don't know whether this is some kind of naval rule or
not. It just always seemed to be that way.

As I came closer to him, he looked up and saw me walking along the waters
edge.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" he called to me.

Ahhh! The direct approach. Probably a Marine. Marines are usually very
direct. You spot your objective and you make your move. Hit the beach. Take
no prisoners. Carry your dead and wounded.

Actually, this is a very endearing quality about them. You always know
where you stand with a Marine and they don't waste time on a lot of
bullshit.  Of course, if you're looking for romance and subtlety, you'd
best forget about a Marine. This is not to say that they don't love. On the
contrary. They love as fiercely as they fight. And once a Marine is in love
with you, you'd best just make up your mind that you have a lover and
protector forever - if that's what you want.  Remember the Corp's motto -
"Semper Fidelis", Always Faithful.

"Yeah, it is. I love the beach at night." I replied, stopping to look at
this young warrior. I couldn't tell exactly how tall he was, but he looked
like he was probably 6 feet or above. His "high-and- tight" didn't show
much hair, but what there was seemed to be a dark golden color. His eyes
were stunningly beautiful even though the light was too low to really tell
color. He had a ruggedly handsome face with dimples on both sides when he
smiled. And, oh! That smile! It made the brightness of the moon seem dim by
comparison. His body was evidently well developed. Even at rest, the
musculature in his arms and chest showed.

He seemed older than most of the Marines I usually saw hanging around town
in the bars.  Probably about 26-28, I figured.

"Yeah, it's quiet here. Not too many people around. Not like a Navy
ship. Too many people around all the time." he replied.

Figuring from this that he wanted to be alone, I went to say goodnight and
move on, but he stopped me.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about you. I'll admit, I did come out here to be
alone and think about some things, but I don't really feel like being alone
at all. I just would like to be alone with the right person, ya' know?" he
said looking into my eyes.

How he figured that I was "the right person" or what about me made me "the
right person" was beyond me at that point. But I got the hint. He wanted me
to stick around. 'Ok,' I thought. 'I can handle that' and sat down next to
him on the sand.

"So, which ship are you off of?" I asked.

"Oh, it shows, does it?" he asked ruefully.

"Well, you don't see a lot of 'high-and-tights' on civilians." I explained.

"No, I guess not. Yeah, I'm a Marine. But I'm not off a ship. I'm on
leave. Decided to come here rather than go home. There isn't anything there
for me anymore." he said.

"Where's home for you?"

"Ohio. I was born and raised outside Marion. You know where that is?" he
asked, sure that I didn't.

"Of course I do. I was born and raised in Cincinnati." I said.

"Most people here seem to be from someplace else. Guess everybody is
looking for fun in the sun." he seemed to be disgusted by this. I wondered
why.

"I think most people make the mistake of figuring that a 'geographic cure'
will help whatever problems they have someplace else. What they don't think
about is that they bring themselves with them when they come here. And
that's usually the real cause of their problems." I explained.

"Yeah! I think you're right. I thought coming here would get me away from
things. It's just made them worse." he hung his head for a moment and then
looked up at me. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be morose or anything. The
problems are mine, not yours. I don't want to bore you with them."

"I don't mind. Really. I know sometimes it helps to talk to somebody you
don't know. Somebody you don't have a history with." I told him quietly.

"Nah! There's no use both of us being down. You wanna beer?" he asked,
digging in a soft cooler behind him and coming up with one.

"No, thank you. I don't drink." I told him.

"You don't drink? Religious convictions?" he asked startled at my response.

"No, self-defense! I used to drink. Got to be a problem for me so I quit."
I said simply.

"You don't mind if I do?" he asked.

"No, not at all. It's none of my business what you do. Hell! I don't even
know your name!" I laughed, trying to lighten the moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm Shawn. Gunnery Sergeant Shawn Reilly, USMC, at your
service, SIR!" the last said in 'parade ground voice' and followed with a
salute to me. I laughed.

"Glad to meet you Gunnery Sergeant Reilly! My name's Robert. Robert
Greyson. But my friends call me Bobby." I reached out my hand and his much
larger one gripped it in a firm handshake.  Not hard, like he was showing
off his strength, but firm.

"Then, if you don't mind, I'll call you Bobby." he said, not letting go of
my hand.

"I'd like that very much." I said. And then I looked down at our hands
which were still joined.

Shawn looked down too, as if they were completely foreign objects to
him. Then he quickly realized that he was still holding my hand and quickly
let go, somewhat embarrassed by his actions. He looked away, took a sip
from his fresh beer and I changed the subject.

"How long are you down for, Shawn?" I asked.

"I've got a month's leave. I've been here two days. I don't know how long
I'm going to stay.  Like I was saying, I think it was a mistake to come
here." he said.

"Why?" I asked. He obviously wanted to talk and I was willing to listen.

"Well, I was supposed to be getting married this coming weekend back home."
he said.

"Oh, and she dumped you, huh?" I asked.

"No, the other way around. I dumped her. Wrote her about a month ago and
called the whole thing off. Now everybody: her parents, my parents, her -
they're all pissed at me. But I don't care.  I didn't love her and I didn't
want to get married."

"Good thing you found out before you got yourself legally entangled. I
wouldn't worry about it, though. Give it time and things will come
around. Eventually people will see it was a better thing to stop it before
more people were hurt. Like, say, if any kids were involved." I explained.

"Yeah! That's just the way I see it. Why go through something you know is a
lie just to keep other people happy? It seems I've spent my whole fucking
life trying to make other people happy and now, I figure it's my turn to
find out what makes me happy!" he all but growled this last statement.

"What would make you happy, Shawn?" I asked. Ok. I was hoping he'd say
pounding my ass for about 14 hours. A guy can hope, can't he?

"Well....what I really want is to make love with someone who doesn't want
to own me. Doesn't want to take over my whole life and tell me what to do
with it." he said, almost vehemently.

"Gee! I always thought that's exactly what Marine's wanted. I thought it
was why guys became Marines, to have someone tell them what to do?" I was
confused here.

"Nah! I know it looks that way, and maybe in some ways it's true. But
discipline in the corps is based on respect - not coercion. You give your
loyalty to the corps and to your commanders because they have earned that
loyalty and trust. But with women, it's 'You do this or no more
pussy!'. Oh, they aren't usually honest enough to come right out and say
that. But it's there, all the same." he sighed.

"Don't get me wrong. I don't think all women are like that. Nor do I hate
women or anything like that. I been able to figure out two things so
far. Number one, I got entangled with the wrong female. And, number two,
it's not a female that I want. And that's what got me so torn up and
confused inside." he sighed again.

"So you're looking for a guy, right?" I asked. Well...looks like this is
going in the right direction.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'd never really had any experience with guys until I
got in the Marines. Oh, a couple of mutual jerk-off sessions with some of
my friends growing up, but nothing intense. Just kind of normal 'jock'
games. But some buddies of mine, when I was a grunt, took me to this place
in New Orleans that turned out to be a gay club. Got my cock sucked and my
ass eaten for the first time and I loved every minute of it. Went back the
next night without them and sucked my first cock and ate my first
ass. That's when I knew it was guys I wanted the most. But I got scared. I
knew that if anyone found out I was gay, that would be the end of my career
in the Marines. So I just pushed everything aside and figured I could go
ahead and get married, raise a family and just forget about other guys. But
it isn't like that. I can't live a lie. I can't be something I'm not."

Marine's are usually men of few words. For him to get out all of this, to
me, meant he was hurting real bad inside. My heart went out to the young
warrior. Not to mention my cock which was tenting my jeans from the
wonderful aroma of his body that was wafting over in my direction.

"So how much experience do you have?" I wondered out loud.

"Just those two nights in New Orleans. I was too scared to ever do anything
like it again. That's why I figured I'd come here and check out the gay
scene while I was on leave and see what happens. But it's been a
disaster. I don't really fit into this scene. I'm not interested in playing
games and I don't seem to have enough money or the right kind of job to be
interesting to most of the guys I've met. Except for some older ones who
offer me money for my cock. I'm not into that either. So, I don't know what
to do. I don't know where else to go."

"Not all guys are interested in playing games or how much money you've
got." I explained to him. "Some guys are looking for someone who is real
and who wants to find real love and build a life together. But, I'll admit,
it's not an easy thing to do. It takes a lot of courage and a lot of work."

"I think I've got plenty of both. I just need to find someone who feels the
same way." he asserted.

"But to you think you can just find love in a month? Love takes time. Just
finding someone takes time. And you just got out of a relationship. Do you
think you're ready for a new one?" I asked.

"That's not true. There wasn't a relationship. I was just using her to try
and make my life easier.  I'm just lucky to come to my senses before I got
entangled. But you're right about it taking time.  I'm just stupid enough
to believe in love at first sight." he laughed to himself.

"Not stupid. Just romantic. Something I didn't quite expect from a member
of the Few, the Proud." I chuckled as well.

"So I guess I'm not much of a Marine then! I know, we're supposed to be out
for all the tail we can get and not care if somebody gets hurt along the
way. Well, I'm not like that. Never have been." he smiled at me.

"Well, maybe not much of a Marine, but more of a man than any Marine I've
ever met! There's nothing manly about hurting people or using people. I
wish more guys would learn that one!" I said bitterly.

"Sounds like you've had some experience at being hurt yourself." he said,
picking up on my feelings.

"Who me? Get real! I don't get hurt because I don't care! Can't let myself
care. Too much pain that way!" I vowed.

"That's the first bullshit I've heard come out of your mouth. You care. You
just hold back so hard and won't let yourself. You're afraid of the same
thing that I am." he pointed out.

Ok. He had my number and I understood where he was coming from. I knew
right there and then that the best thing for me was to get up, say good
night and get the fuck out of there! Don't get involved with this guy. He
was real dangerous to me! He could destroy me from the inside - just what I
was afraid would happen. But I couldn't move. Even knowing how much danger
I was in, I couldn't move! Somehow I wanted to find out if there was any
chance that there really was a way to find what I always wanted.

I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. But he said it for me -
with his arms.

I felt his arm go around me and looked up, directly into his face - not 3
inches from mine. There was no smile now. Just the look of a man hungry for
contact. And I was lost in the intensity of his eyes. He moved forward the
rest of the way and I felt his lips gently touch mine. I pressed back
against his and felt his tongue pushing for entrance. I couldn't withstand
his desire, so I opened my mouth to him. His tongue breeched my mouth and
quickly took possession of it. I sucked on his tongue as he tried to lick
all over the inside of my oral cavity.

At the same time, I felt his hands moving down my back and cupping
themselves around that cheeks of my bubble-butt, staking his claim to that
objective. I felt him take possession and pull me even closer. I knew that
I should put a stop to this. First of all, we were in a public place and
the cops in Lauderdale are about the most homophobic on the east coast of
Florida. Second, this was getting far too far, far too fast. I wasn't into
allowing myself to be what this Marine needed.  And I wasn't about to admit
that he was what I needed.

I placed my hands against his chest and gently pushed him back. He leaned
back and looked at me oddly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This isn't really safe to do here." I said, giving the most innocuous of
excuses. "And we're moving a little fast for me."

"I'm sorry. All that 'gung-ho' stuff. I try to go after what I want
directly. Don't believe in beating around the bush. Sorry. I guess that's
part of my problem." he apologized.

"No, it's not a problem. It's just I'm not really used to it anymore. You
were right about me. I am afraid of someone like you. Your intensity scares
me. Your need scares me. But you're exciting all the same."

"Well...I can arrange a more private place for this. I have a room at a
hotel near here. Would you like to go there?" he asked.

"Actually, I was thinking about my condo. It's just a couple of blocks from
here. I think we would be more comfortable there." I said softly, surprised
at my own words.

"If that's what you want, that would be very nice. Do you mind if I bring
some beer? Would that bother you?" he asked with true concern in his voice.

"It won't bother me at all. I know a little corner store where you can get
some more on the way."

We walked the couple of blocks to the store and I waited outside while
Shawn got the beer. Then we walked to my condo. We hardly spoke at all
during this time, each of us lost in our own thoughts. When we reached the
condo, we got aboard the elevator and I pushed the button for the
penthouse. He looked at the button I pushed and then looked at me while
raising one of his eye- brows. I smiled.

When the elevator doors opened, we walked into a foyer with two sets of
double doors at each end. I shared the penthouse floor with one other
apartment. I led him to the right to my apartment door.

We walked into the apartment and Shawn gave a low whistle.

"Son of a bitch! Is this all yours?!" he asked, his voice filled with awe.

"All mine." I said, watching him as he looked around the living room. He
was particularly taken with the shiny black grand piano. I went over to the
stereo and turned on some of my favorite music - Bill Evans and his
trio. Old jazz, but I love it.

"Well, this is very nice, Bobby. But you were wrong about one thing. This
is not the kind of place I feel comfortable in. In fact, I've never been in
a place like this in my life. You must be very rich to be able to afford
this." he said quietly.

"Well, yes. At least I inherited a lot of money from my parents. I sold
their big house and bought this so I could be close to the beach. So I
could watch the sun rise over the ocean every morning." I explained.

"It must be really beautiful to see." he said, looking out the panorama of
windows through which the ocean and the beach glittered in the lights of
the 'Strip'.

"You can see it in the morning." I said, letting him know that I wanted him
to stay the night.

"Is that what you really want?" he questioned me, understanding what offer
I'd just made.

"More than anything else in the world, Shawn. I want you to stay and I want
you to feel comfortable here with me." I said, moving towards him. I could
finally see the color of his eyes. A deep, emerald green.

He took me back into his arms and kissed me again. I melted into him. His
hands again began to roam, as did mine. I felt his strong shoulders and
back. I slid my hands down and felt the hardness of his ass. I slid my
thigh between his and felt the hardness of his cock growing against my leg.
His hands again gripped my ass and kneaded my butt-cheeks. I moaned in
lust, wanting him to take me. Take me like an animal breeds with a
mate. Take me strongly and roughly.

He reached down and I suddenly found myself lifted into his arms. I had no
idea he was this strong, but it was an incredible feeling. Like I was again
a child, nestling against my father's chest, safe, secure and loved. He
looked down and kissed my forehead.

"Where's the bedroom in this place?" he asked.

"All the way down that hall over there." I said, pointing to a hall off the
livingroom.

He all but strutted down the hall, carrying me as if I was no weight at
all. He reached the french doors to my bedroom and pushed against them,
making them fly open. He surveyed the bedroom.  In the center was a raised
platform surrounded by soft lighting buried in the base. On the platform
was a king-sized bed with pillows and a cover made of soft, black
leather. Small spotlights shown down from within a canopy of carved wood
over the bed, softly lighting the surface of the leather.

A small, quiet whistle escaped Shawn's lips. I looked up and smiled at him.

"You like, soldier?" I asked.

"I like a lot!" he replied.

He carried me to the platform, up the two steps and gently lay me on the
bed. He climbed on the bed with me and, covering my body with his, began to
make love to me. He locked his lips on my neck and alternately sucked and
nibbled on this sensitive area. I moaned in passion as he began to push my
shirt off my shoulders and gently bite on them. I reached up and ran my
hands over the stubble on his head. It felt soft and prickly to my hands
and I loved the feeling.

He raised up and began to undress me. He first took off my shirt and then
went for the buckle on my belt. He quickly undid the belt and popped the
buttons on my 501's. Since I never wear underwear, he pushed the pants down
off my ankles and I was naked beneath him. He then began to undress
himself.

But in this he was in no hurry as he was to get my clothes off. It seemed
he wanted to take his time and let me enjoy the gradual appearance of his
body. He slowly slipped his T-shirt up his torso and over his head, showing
me first his hard abs and then his beautifully muscular chest. He was
almost hairless except for a trail of golden curls leading down from his
naval into his pants.

He then rose of the bed and stood in front of me and gradually pulled his
belt from the loops of his pants. Having done so, he turned around. I could
see his hands working at the waist of his pants. I could see him open them
and then they began to slowly drop so that his ass was tantalizingly
revealed. I watched as the extreme white of his tightly stretched briefs
were exposed.  My mouth watered at the sight of his tight buns. I wanted to
lick them and suck at them.

As I continued to watch, he slowly lowered the briefs until the crack of
his ass began to be exposed. I could see sweat glistening there and wanted
to taste and smell it. As he lowed the briefs to the floor, he finally
turned around and for the first time I saw his cock. Or should I say his
weapon! It was at least nine very thick inches long, pawing the air in full
erection with the foreskin still covering most of it, only the very tip
exposed and glistening with a drop of pre-cum that made my mouth water in
anticipation of its flavor.

He approached the bed again and climbed on. He moved up to my head and
knelt above my face.  He slowly lowered his groin to my mouth and I could
smell the hot, musky odor of a male in heat.  I smelled something else,
something deeper, more male. It was the smell of his dripping, uncut
cock. I knew that there was a surprise waiting for me inside the sock of
his foreskin.

I reached up with my mouth and captured the head of his cock. I shoved my
tongue in between the head and his foreskin and began to lick the inside of
his cock-sock. I could taste the 'cheesy' texture and began to clean all
the debris locked below the head of his cock. He moaned as I did so,
letting me know how much he was enjoying this. When I had pushed back the
foreskin and thoroughly cleaned under the head of his cock, I continued to
lick down his shaft and began to suck on his sweaty, musky smelling
balls. He moaned and began rubbing his nuts all over my mouth and face,
marking me with his male scent. I continued to lick his nuts, all the time
moving farther down and back until I was licking the back of his scrotum
and that patch of skin between his nuts and his ass.

Knowing what I wanted, he moved forward, allowing me access to his ass. At
the same point, he reached back and spread the cheeks of his ass to give me
full access to his ass-trench. The dark, strong musky scent of his ass hit
my nose like a hit of poppers and I began to lick up and down his entire
crack, pausing at his tender hole. His ass trench was hairless and I
reveled in the taste and scent of it. I finally locked my lips around his
pliant hole and began to gently suck the lips of his hole into my mouth
while I gently inserted my tongue deep into his body. I tasted the dark
tang of his inner ass and rapidly moved my tongue in an out, fucking him
with it. He moaned above me and I could feel his pre-cum dripping down his
cock and onto my forehead as I continued to suck at his spasming ass.

Finally, he could take no more and lifted off my mouth. He turned around
and, stretching out above me, took my cock into his warm, wet mouth while
his dangled above my lips. I reached up and took his cock as far into my
mouth as I could and we lay there, pleasuring each other. I didn't know how
far he wanted to go with this and tried to warn him by moaning that I was
getting close to cumming. This only spurred him on to greater efforts and
made his cock begin to spasm in my mouth.

Suddenly, I felt what seemed like quarts of jism flying into my mouth and
down my throat. I swallowed a quickly as I could to keep from drowning
while my own cock began to shoot what felt like one of the biggest loads
I'd ever shot in my life. We continued swallowing the male essence of each
other for what felt like hours, though it was only minutes. Then he spun
around and laying himself over me again, began to kiss me deeply, sharing
my load with me as I shared his with him.

After a while, he rolled over with me in his arms and held me with my head
against his smooth, muscular chest. He gently kissed my forehead and rubbed
his nose against mine. I reached up and gently stroked the back of his neck
and head with my hand.

"That was incredible!" he said.

"No," I said, "that was round one."


End of part one. 

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