Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2002 14:55:03 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Marine Encounter XII

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to read these stories, how did you know how to get to this website to begin
with? As to anyone who doesn't like this kind of writing, what the fuck are
you doing on this website at all? Enough said.

I know it's been a long time, and I know that I told some of you it would
be a lot longer time until I continued this, but I was feeling emotional
today and my way of dealing with that is to write. So I decided to try and
bring some more of Shawn and Bobby's story to you. So - for all of you who
asked, here it is.

Marine Encounter - XII
(c) RimPig 2002

I woke up the next morning with Shawn's body spooned to me and him licking
the back of my neck. A very nice, if wet, way to greet the morning. I could
also feel his hard cock nudging it's way into the crack of my ass, seeking
my hole. Also a nice way to wake in the morning. Add to that, his arms were
around me and his fingers gently playing with my nipples and you have all
the makings of a really great morning. Well...a great anytime, really!

I moaned at the all the attention Shawn was paying to my body as I reached
back and began to stroke his flanks with my hand. The feel of his hard
muscles under his soft skin were a constant delight to me. How a man so
hard and tough could have such soft, stroke-able skin was beyond me. I'm a
freak for the feel, the smell and the taste of a man's skin. And Shawn was
a total delight in all three areas.

Since I could not just lie passively while he continued to send chills of
pleasure through my body, I grabbed one of his hands that were playing with
my nipples and brought it to my mouth. First I sucked on his index finger
and lightly nibbled it. Then I dipped down and began licking the palm of
his hand. He groaned at this and I felt his hard cock push further into my
butt-crack. I pushed back against his cock to let him know that I was as
eager for him to enter me as he was to shove his cock deeply into my
interior.

He got the hint and began gently but relentlessly pushing the head of his
uncut monster against the opening to my body. I groaned in pleasure as the
head pushed it's way inside the outer ring of my ass and slowly slid deep
into the warm, wet tunnel inside me. As he bottomed out, with his pubic
hair grinding against my outer ass lips, I heard him groan as well, feeling
the heat and tightness of my hole surrounding his cock.

"Feel at home now, Marine?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him,
giving him a salacious smile.

"You know it! My weapon is inserted and ready in its proper place." he
deeply growled in my ear, returning my smile with one of his own.

"Well, don't commence firing for a while! I want this to really enjoy this,
Ok?" I begged.

"I have no intention of firing my weapon with undue haste, Sir! I plan for
this to be a long campaign, Sir!" He raised his voice somewhat, in an
imitation of Marine 'Parade Ground' tone.

"Shh!!!" I said to him. "We don't want to wake the rest of the 'Corps'
sleeping in the other room, do we?"

"No! This is a one-man mission only!" he said decisively.

As he said this, his cock twitched deep in my hole as if to let me know
exactly which piece of territory was being claimed by this Marine. I
murmured my agreement and satisfaction as he began to slowly stroke in and
out of me. I noticed that he was pulling out slowly and pushing back in a
little faster. Gradually, I felt the rhythm build to where he was snapping
his hips forward on each in stroke and really pounding my butt good! I
loved it and kept begging him to fuck me harder. I was pushed almost over
onto my stomach and my rock hard cock was rubbing across the sheets and I
knew it wouldn't be long before I was shooting my cream all over the bed
linens. He began to sweat and I could smell the musk of his body and the
scent of our lovemaking. My craving for scent was getting well taken care
of as he fucked me deeply and hard.

I could tell from his moaning that Shawn, despite his protestations to the
contrary, was not going to make this a 'long campaign'. And I no sooner
thought this than I felt him deliver several volleys of hot, molten 'Shawn
spoonge' deep into my guts. That's all I needed to push me over the edge
with him and I delivered a number of volleys across the sheets of the bed
in answer, moaning loudly in the rapture of my orgasm.

We lay there finally, Shawn's quick breaths blowing against my neck as he
calmed from his exertion. As his cock slowly softened inside me, I suddenly
felt a flow of warmth begin to fill the interior of my body. I knew what
that was! Shawn was taking his morning piss in his favorite place - my ass.

"I sometimes think you do that to mark me as 'territory' like a wolf does!"
I smiled back at him.

"It is my territory! Invaded, fought for and conquered!" he grinned like a
little boy who'd just declared himself "Kind of the Mountain".

"Well, just so long as you know you can never have all of it." I leered at
him.

"Why not?" he asked, his face full of surprise at my answer.

"You can never have all of it, that's why they call it a 'piece of ass'." I
laughed at the punch-line to a very old joke which Shawn obviously had
either never heard or forgotten.

He groaned and buried his head against my neck. We continued to lay there,
enjoying the warmth and feel of each other's bodies. I never wanted to move
from his arms. I just wanted to lay there for the rest of my life feeling
safe, protected and loved by this gentle, raunchy and yet romantic
Marine. But this was not to be. My body was starting to desperately want to
expel Shawn's morning offerings inside me. I gently pushed his softened
cock out of my ass and ran to the bathroom to allow the pressure in my
bowels to ease. I then went to the shower room where I found Shawn already
under several of the jets of water.

Upon seeing me, he grabbed me in his wet and soapy arms and pulled me into
a tight embrace. He pressed his open mouth to mine in a deep and passionate
kiss while his hands slipped down my back to grab hold of my ass cheeks and
slide several fingers deep into my ass-trench and begin to finger my well
used hole. I moaned at his invasion of my body and my cock began to rise
again. I couldn't imagine what was wrong with me this morning. I was like a
randy teenager again! I'd just had a massive orgasm from Shawn fucking my
ass and here I was with a woody again!

Shawn, feeling the effect he was having on me, broke the kiss and began to
slide down my body until he was on his knees looking directly at my hard,
throbbing cock. He continued to ream out my recently used ass with two
fingers while his other hand pulled down on my cock and brought it to his
lips. He pulled the hood of my foreskin forward and began to lick down
inside it, slurping up all the cock-honey that was pouring from my
piss-slit.

He pushed back the hood and began to lick the smegma which had formed
overnight under the head of my cock. He then engulfed my cock until it was
buried deep in his throat and his throat muscles were massaging it. His
finger (I couldn't tell if it was 2 or 3 or, really, his whole hand up
there now!) continued to move in and out of my ass, fucking me in rhythm to
the massaging muscles of his throat on my cock. I knew that I was going to
cum very quickly at this rate.

And I was right. Almost immediately, I began to blow cum down his throat at
what felt like an amazing rate! I could almost swear that it was a deeper,
stronger and longer orgasm than the one I'd already had that morning in
bed! I know there was no moaning this time. No! I was screaming my pleasure
at the top of my lungs filling the air with desperately shouted obscenities
and entreaties to every known and unknown god in the universe!

As I came down from this 'high', Shawn continued to gently suck on my
softening cock. I was pretty sure what he wanted, and when I looked down
and saw him looking up at me - my cock in his mouth and an evil glint in
his eye - I was sure of it. I allowed my muscles to relax and then began
pissing into his mouth. Shawn moaned at the first splash of my piss against
the back of his throat and quickly began swallowing down my golden
nectar. Shawn moaned around my pissing cock as I released to him everything
I had stored in my body. At the same time he was swallowing my piss, Shawn
rapidly stroked his long cock to a rapid orgasm, shooting cum half way
across the shower-room floor.

When we both finished, Shawn rose and took me in his arms again and pressed
his lips against mine. I could taste the remnants of my piss on his lips
and in his mouth. The taste was salty but no unpleasant. We stood under ths
shower for a long time, just holding each other and kissing deeply. Then
Shawn took the soap and began to wash my body, beginning with my hair. This
is one of my favorite things that Shawn does to me. I love the feeling of
him shampooing me - the feel of his fingers running through my hair and
over my scalp. It is the most sensuous thing I know of! I grabbed the soap
and returned the favor. Soon, we were both washed and rinsed and on to the
kitchen for coffee.

We both grabbed a cup from the automatic pot and headed out to the balcony
to sit and look out at the ocean. We were quiet with each other this
morning. Both somewhat exhausted and calm from our morning sex and also
somewhat lost in our own thoughts.

I thought again about last night's conversation with Hank's sister. The
thought of young gay teens locked within a heartless and cold foster care
system, never knowing what a family was like, never knowing what it was
like to be accepted and loved for who they were. It wasn't right. And if
there was any way that I could do something about it, I was going to try.

"I really do want to talk to you." I finally said to Shawn.

"You said that last night before we went to sleep. What is it, babe? Is
something wrong?" Shawn asked, his face showing concern.

"Yes. There's a lot wrong. But it's not with you and me." I added quickly.

"Well, good! You had me worried there for a second." Shawn grinned.

"No, what's wrong is what Hank's sister, Donna, was saying last night at
dinner. You know, about the gay kids in foster care. The thought of that
just breaks my heart!" I said.

"I know what you mean. It gets me real deep inside, too. I know better than
anyone what it's like to live in an 'institution' that doesn't accept you
being gay. But I don't know what we could do about it." Shawn replied.

"Would you like to do something about it if we could?"  I asked him.

"Sure. But I don't see what we could do short of adopting them." he said,
without really thinking about what he was saying until he looked at me and
I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat at him.  "Oh, no! You don't mean that!?"

"You bet your very sweet ass I do!" I replied.

"Now look, Bobby, I care about those kids as much as you do, but we can't
go adopting all of them in the system!" Shawn replied.

"Actually, we can't adopt ANY of them." I said dejectedly. "Florida is the
only state in the nation that doesn't allow gay people to adopt children."

"Your kidding, right?!" Shawn asked, beginning to get a little hot about
the issue.

"No. I'm not kidding. It's been a law for a long time. The homophobic,
bigotted crackers in the north Florida counties passed it in the
legislature years ago. Said that we were 'Child Molesters" and "Baby
Rapers" and shouldn't be allowed near children. Didn't even bother to check
the facts.  Like the fact that 88% of all child molest cases are
heterosexual! And the fact that a 'pedophile' and a gay or lesbian person
are completely different things." I was warming up to the topic myself.

"What fucking assholes!!" Shawn all but shouted. His vehemence almost
shocked me. Evidently this beautiful hunk of Marine I'd fallen for had a
well developed 'social conscience' as well.

"But, there is a way we can still help." I said, trying to get back on
track for what I wanted to discuss with Shawn.

"And what's that?" he asked.

"While we cannot adopt, we can be 'foster parents'. We can take the kids
into our home on a temporary basis. Now, since most of these kids are
between 14 and 18, and since there's no chance they will be adopted, we can
keep a kid until he turns 18. The state will even pay us - not nearly
enough for a kids' real upkeep, of course - to keep him. Then at 18, he's a
legal adult and can do what he wants." I informed him.

"So, you mean, the hypocritical state will allow us to parent this kid
until he's legally an adult but not adopt him?! What the fuck is the logic
in that!" Shawn said, the anger still in his voice.

"The same logic that I'm sure you've seen the military use hundreds of time
- none." I answered.

Shawn looked furious for a moment, and then suddenly burst into
uncontrollable laughter. He laughed for a good 5 minutes and after a while,
I joined him.

"Ok, you got me!" Shawn panted, finally able to speak again. "But do you
think we're really ready to do something like that - bring a kid into our
home and our relationship?"

"I don't know. That's why I wanted to talk to you about it. I know I love
you. I know you love me. And I think that we've got enough love between us
to be able to give some to someone beyond just each other. Especially
someone who really needs it and can't ask for it." I said, looking steadily
into his eyes.

"I can't disagree with anything you're saying. But how do you know they'll
even let us be foster parents?" Shawn questioned me.

"That's where Donna comes in! She can arrange for us to be made foster
parents and she already has several kids that have 'come out' to her that
she knows would love to have a gay family to live with." I said excitedly.

"Whoa! Wait a minute. We can't take on several kids all at once! I'm not
sure we're both grown up enough for even one!" Shawn grinned at me.

"We don't have to take on several. We can pick just one for now. If that
works out, maybe more later. I know that Donna has been trying to get Mike
and Hank to move here and start a kind of 'group home' for some of
them. Maybe we should talk to them, as well. See what they think about the
idea and what, if any, plans they have." I suggested.

"Ok, but I want to take this slow, babe." Shawn said. "This is too
important a step to take quickly. With a kid involved, I don't want to take
a chance on him getting hurt or something.  Agreed?"

"Of course I agree with that! I wasn't thinking of having a kid move in
this afternoon." I said.

"Well, that's good." Shawn grinned.

"I wasn't thinking of him moving in until at least next week." I laughed at
him, getting up and running into the bedroom before he could react.

Later that day, all of us sat down with Donna. Hank and Mike, Grunt and
Wolf, Shawn and I all sat around the living room and discussed the idea of
what to do with the gay kids that Donna had in foster care. Hank and Mike
loved the idea of starting a group home. They both had more than 20 years
in with the Marine Corps and could retire at any time. Grunt and Wolf,
however, still had a number of months to go before their current
enlistments were up and I didn't know if they wanted to come out of the
service this soon. But as we all talked, I began to see glances passing
back and forth between Grunt and Wolf that began to make me think that they
would like to be a part of this as well. After Donna had outlined what
would be needed to create a group foster home, I finally saw the opening I
needed to discuss an idea I had come up with.

"I want to put something before all of you that I have been thinking about
for quite some time now. My parents left me a hell of a lot of money. More
money than Shawn and I are ever going to need just for ourselves. I want to
do something good - something meaningful - with it. Something that actually
can go to help people who really need it. And I can't think of a group of
people who need it more than these kids that Donna has in foster care. Now,
Hank and Mike, you've both said you'd love to do something like this. What
I want to offer you is a place to do it. I will purchase a compound with
enough housing for as many boys as you think you can handle. I will create
a fund to pay for all expenses not covered by the state's foster care
funding and I will pay both of you a salary for running the place. But the
place will be yours. I won't interfere. I will want to be part of it,
though. As much as I can be. How does that sound to you?" I asked.

"I think we'd love it. But it would be a lot of work for just two people."
Hank said with Mike nodding in agreement.

"I understand that which is why there is more to my offer." I added. "Grunt
and Wolf, I know that you're both in the Corps, but I know your enlistments
are almost up. Do you both want to continue in careers in the military or
could I tempt you to leave the Corps behind and come to work for this
little enterprise? What I'm offering you is not only salary, but full
tuition to college - including books and expenses - if you will both work
part-time to help Hank and Mike run the group home. I will also pay for
medical coverage for all four of you plus supply leased cars and vans for
the group home which you will have use of. How about it?"

I waited for them to have time to think about it. Hank and Mike sitting and
looking at Grunt and Wolf who were looking back at them. Then I saw Mike
wink at Grunt and Grunt leaped off the sofa screaming, "FUCK,
YEAH!!!". Then, remembering that there was someone here who wasn't a guy or
a Marine, he quickly apologized to Donna, who laughed at his embarrassment.

"I think I've heard the term before." Donna said to the chastened Grunt.

We decided that we would look to house four to eight boys at a time. This
would allow optimal oversight and contact for the boys. We all felt that
for this to work, the boys would need a lot of individual attention and
love.

"What about us?" Shawn asked.

"What do you mean, love?" I was puzzled.

"How are we going to be involved in this? I'm going to be in school part of
the time, but I want to be a part of this as well." Shawn had a confused
look on his face.

"Do you want to be involved? Really want to?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes!" he said, winking at Grunt. He then turned to me, a very
serious look on his face.  "And I know you want to be involved, too. When
you talk about those kids, there is a light that comes in your eyes that
I've only seen when I make love to you. I know how much this means to
you. And if it does mean that much, it means everything to me."

"Well, I have had my real estate brokers working on this. They've found me
a compound in a very nice area of Fort Lauderdale which is on deep water,
so that it has access to the ocean. It has two very large homes on it which
can easily be converted to one gigantic house big enough to house all of
the boys plus Mike, Hank, Grunt and Wolf. There is a large pool and enough
land for outdoor activities to cool down the energy of teenage boys. I have
an option on it now. All it would take is one call to my broker and the
property is mine. I'm going to make that call, no matter what, so that the
other guys can get started with their preparations. My plan is to have
another home built on the property for us. A smaller home with all the
'extra's' that this one has."  I told Shawn.

"You mean like my favorite room?" he grinned.

"Yes, exactly. Only a little bigger, since I have the feeling that we may
have company in it often."  I said, smiling over at the other two male
couples. They all nodded their heads in agreement.

"And what about your idea about having a kid of our own?" he asked me
quietly.

"The more I thought about it, the more I knew that it would not be fair. I
want all of these kids to be all of our kids. With the six of us, there's
plenty of love to go around. I want to try and make up for all the love
these kids have never found in their lives. And it might take all six of us
to get some of them to finally trust us enough to let down their defenses
and let us love them!" I explained.

"Sounds like you've worked with foster kids before." Donna said, looking at
me quizzically.

"I didn't exactly work with them, but I knew kids who lived in a group home
when I was growing up. The first guy had sex with, first fell in love with
I guess you could say, when I was fourteen was one of them. He was so
damaged though, by all the hell he'd been through in his life, that I could
never reach him. He would never allow me to really love him. He eventually
committed suicide." I hung my head, overcome with emotions and memories.

Shawn, quickly wrapped me in his arms and held my face to his chest while
the tears leaked from my eyes.

"It's ok, babe. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always love
you." Shawn said quietly as he rocked me in his arms.

As I tried to recover my composure, I heard Mike asking Donna, "How long
until we can get this show on the road?"

"It will take about six weeks to eight weeks for me to go through the
records and screen kids. I want to interview the ones I think would be most
helped by something like this." Donna replied.

"Well, that will give us time to get back to San Diego, pack up and put the
house on the Market."  Mike said, looking at Hank.

"And we can live there until it's sold, since Wolf and I can't leave the
Corps for another four months." Grunt replied.

"That's a good idea," Mike said to his son. "That way we won't have to
worry about the house while it's being sold. You two won't mind being alone
together?" Mike asked Grunt with a twinkle in his eye.

"Well..." Grunt stammered. "It will be a problem, but I'm sure we can
handle it." he finally replied while grinning over at an equally grinning
Wolf.

"I love you guys, more than I can ever say. Thank you. I can't believe that
in so short a time, I've gone from having nothing but money, to having
everything I've ever wanted!" I said, looking at each one of these
beautiful Marines, and looking last into the eyes of the man I loved more
than anyone else in the world - Shawn.

END OF PART XII

I hope you've enjoyed this episode. I don't know whether I'll end the story
here or continue it as an additional story about the Group Home.

The facts I stated about my home state are true, as many of you know. I
guess that's why I got into this whole subject of foster care to begin
with. That, and the fact that for many years, I was a social worker working
with teenage boys and their families. And this was kind of a dream of mine,
to have this type of Group Home for kids who had already self-identified as
Gay but were stuck in the foster care system with no hope of ever finding a
home, a family, or gay role-models. The dream will never happen for me now
because of my HIV status - the state would never let me become a foster
care parent now. But I hope that maybe somebody will read this and it will
spark a dream in them to found such a home in their state or to adopt an
adolescent who needs a home if you live in one of the states that allows
Gay men to adopt.

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