Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 21:09:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE ENCOUNTER - PART II

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 - Part II
by RimPig (c) 2001

For a while, we just lay there - touching, caressing, occasionally dozing -
all the while holding on to each other. The scent of him, his sweat, musk
and the smell of our sex clung about us and I was lost in the miasma of
maleness which surrounded me. I could think of nothing but this beautiful
warrior in my bed. And I really wanted to think of nothing else. I didn't
want to think about tomorrow. I didn't want to think about what would
eventually happen between Shawn and me. I just wanted this moment to never
end. Or at least, to have round 2 before it did.

Shawn was gently snoring, so I knew that he would not be prepared to
continue our physical battle for a while. I slowly and carefully, so not to
disturb him, got up and went into the bathroom. I was standing in front of
the toilet, holding my cock and preparing to piss when I felt Shawn's body
against mine and his arms going around my waist. The next thing I knew, he
had removed my hand from my cock and was aiming it himself.

"Just let go, babe! I've always wanted to do this to another guy." he said,
huskily in my ear.

I let go and he directed my pissing cock. He reached around with his other
hand and gently place it around my balls. It was an interesting feeling to
have my balls massaged while I was pissing. It was something I had never
done to myself. Or even thought about doing.

"I usually prefer to piss in the shower." he said, "but I always wanted to
feel what another guy's cock felt like while he was pissing."

"And do you like the feeling?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's cool. Haven't you ever wanted to do something like this?" he
asked nuzzling my ear.

"Well...." I stopped pissing and he let go of my cock. I stepped over to
the vanity.

"Come on, tell me. What kinky thing have you dreamed about doing?" he said,
the sound of a naughty little boy creeping into his voice.

"No way! It will probably gross you out. You'll think I'm a sick puppy." I
said.

"No I won't. I'm into experimenting tonight. I'm ready to do just about
anything with you - as long as there isn't any pain involved." he stated.

"No, I'm not into pain. Don't worry about that. I figure if it hurts,
you're doing something very wrong!" I told him.

"Ok, so what's the big kink?"

"Ok, here goes. I want you to take me in the shower and piss all over me."
I said, all at once so that I didn't have to think about what I was saying.

"Golden Shower, huh? I think I can arrange that. God knows, I've had enough
beer tonight. So what gets you off on it?" he asked, like he was asking
what I liked about Earl Grey tea!

"Well...it isn't the 'degradation trip' if that's what you're thinking. I
love the sensuousness of it.  The warmth, like being cum on for minutes
rather than seconds. I also get off on the intimacy of it. A part of your
body flowing onto - or into - mine." I explained.

"When you say 'into', where exactly are you talking about?" he questioned.

"Well...I don't mean my ears."

"Oh, then other orifices could come into play?" he leered at me.

"Perhaps. It depends really on how 'into' the guy I am. How much I want him
to be a part of me."  I explained.

Coming closer and slipping his arms around me, pressing his naked body
against mine and pressing me against the vanity.

"And how much are you 'into' me? How much do you want me to be a 'part' of
you?" he stared into my eyes. I knew this was not play. This was a serious
question. And I needed to make a serious answer.

"As much as I can be with someone I've only known for a few hours. Though,
to tell the truth, it feels like I've known you forever. I've never been
this comfortable with a man before." I lowered my head and rested my
forehead on his muscular chest. I felt him gently place his hand on my neck
and begin massaging it.

"I know. It feels the same for me. You know what I said about not being
able to feel comfortable in a place like this?"

"Yes."

"Well...it seems I was wrong. I feel very comfortable. As long as you're
here." Shawn leaned down and whispered this into my ear.  "I'm very glad
because I don't want you to leave. And I never thought I'd here myself say
that." I murmured into his chest.

"I can't leave yet anyway. I still have to take a piss. So if you want your
golden shower, you better get into the shower now!" With that, he reached
down and smacked my ass sharply with his open hand. It was a 'love tap' but
I could still feel the awesome power in his arm.

I had the bathroom re-done when I moved in and this 'bath suite' as my
architect described it contained everything I wanted. A steam room, a
sauna, a whirlpool big enough for 3 or 4 and a shower with multiple
showerheads and room for more than the whirlpool would hold. So when Shawn
talked about getting into the shower, he didn't quite understand that he
was basically talking about going into what was practically a whole
room. What he also didn't realize was that the ceiling of the shower room
was bullet-proof glass so that it was like a shower with a 'moon- roof'
through which we could look at the stars. He was somewhat impressed.

"Holy Fuck!!! What the hell is this?!" he said, stepping into the shower
lit by starlight.

"It's a shower." I answered casually.

"Oh, yeah! If you're a fucking Roman Emperor! I've been in barracks that
had smaller showers than this!" he said gazing around at the room.

The room was covered with cobalt blue Italian tile and the floor was
travertine marble. There was a gutter than ran around 3 sides of the room
where the drains are and in the center was a wide marble bench. There were
small spotlights in the upper corners of the room which were on a rheostat
which allowed almost an infinite level of light to shine in the room. Right
now, they were set relatively low so that the scene of the starlit sky
above would be more visible.

I sat down on the bench and pulled Shawn down next to me. I pointed up and
he gasped as he saw that there appeared to be no roof over the room. I
explained about the bullet-proof glass for security.

"Don't you worry about peeping-toms?" he asked.

"Do you see any buildings higher than this one that can see in?" I asked.

He looked all around but couldn't find anything but sky.

"Ok, but what about planes? Or helicopters?" ever the Marine, he was on a
recon mission to secure the perimeter.

"I just figure anyone wants to see my naked body that much, I'll put on a
show for them!" I laughed. And he laughed with me.

"Ok, I guess I'm just blown away by all this. But it really is cool!" he
enthused.  "I love it. Especially at night. It's like taking a shower
outdoors." I explained.

"Yeah, I can see that. So is this where you usually have guys piss on you?"
he grinned at me.

"What the fuck are you talking about!!" I almost screamed. "How many guys
do you think have even seen this room!" I was furious.

"That's what I wanted to know....how much competition I have." he smugly
grinned.

"You are the only man, other than myself, that has EVER been in this room
naked. I do have someone who cleans the place for me, but he doesn't
count." I fumed.

"Ok, that's all I wanted to know." he continued to grin.

"Wipe that silly smirk off your face, soldier. If you wanted to know about
my love-life, you could have just asked me!" I continued to hold a grudge
over this little manoeuver.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. It's just I can't believe someone so beautiful and so
loving could be all alone."  he stated directly.

"It is by choice! I didn't want anyone close to me. I didn't want to get
hurt again. Ever." I felt myself drawing away from Shawn and into myself,
remembering the pain I'd gone through when I was really too young to handle
it.

"Are you going to tell me about that?" he asked, sliding closer to me on
the bench and putting his arm around me.

I could have held out. I could have resisted. I could have pushed him away
but, when his arm encircled me, I again smelt the strong scent of him and I
was lost to it. I wanted him near me. I wanted him touching me. I wanted
him to take away the pain I was feeling. I looked up into his incredibly
green eyes and felt my walls melting inside me. I leaned into him and
rested my head on his upper chest. He rested his chin on my head. And, like
a little kid, I started crying.

He held me until the tears stopped, stroking my face and telling me to 'let
it all out'. Finally I had.  I then started telling the story like I was
reporting something that happened to someone else.

"I was 17. I had known I was gay ever since I was 13 but I didn't have the
guts to tell anybody. I figured my parents would freak and throw me
out. Stupid! In the end, it was because of them that I was able to overcome
the whole mess.

"Anyway, I was in my senior year of high school and this guy moves here
from California and enters the senior class. He was so fucking gorgeous!
Tall, very muscular and a beautiful face. I instantly had a crush on
him. But I kept it to myself. I figured I had no chance at him. Especially
when he ended up on the football team. I guessed that one of the
cheerleaders would have him wrapped around her finger soon.  "But I
couldn't have been more wrong. He didn't show any interest in any of the
girls who threw themselves at him. Oh, he was nice to all of them, but not
one of them got anywhere with him. It quickly became obvious that he did
not date. Nor did he seem to bond with any of his jock teammates. He seemed
really popular, but he also seemed to spend most of his time alone. And it
was obvious it was by choice.

"This didn't give me any hope, however. Alone also excluded me. Or at least
I thought it did.  Then came French class. I was taking French IV in order
to get an easy grade. I'd spoken French since I was born. My mother was
French and both of my parents spoke the language, so I grew up bi-lingual.

"One day, my French teacher asked me to tutor this senior who was having a
lot of trouble with French."

"And it was this guy, right?" Shawn asked.

"Yes, it was Michael. At first, I was afraid to do it. I knew that if I
spent any time around him, the fact that I was gay and that I was very
attracted to him would be very obvious. But, at the same time, I couldn't
pass up the chance to get to know him. So my teacher arranged for us to
meet in his classroom the next afternoon. Michael was as beautiful and as
nice as I'd imagined he was. He asked me to come to his house after school
for the tutoring. I agreed.

"That afternoon, I went over to his house. He told me his Dad was working
late. When I asked where his mom was, he quietly told me that she had died
two years before of cancer and now it was just him and his Dad. That was
why they had moved from California, to get away from the memories there. My
heart went out to Michael. It was obvious he loved his mother very much and
there was an air of sadness about him I'd never noticed before.

"So there we were alone. We worked on French for a couple of hours and then
he asked if I wanted to take a swim. I said I would but that I didn't have
a suit with me. He laughed and said he never wore one. The pool area was
completely private and there was no need. I was shy at first because, while
I had a decent body, I was no body builder and it was obvious that Michael
had a very well developed body.

"I finally agreed and after the initial shock of just how beautiful his
body was and how enormous his cock seemed, even soft, I started to relax
and enjoy myself. We swam and splashed around in the pool a
while. Suddenly, I found myself against the side of the pool with Michael
pressed up against me. I could feel his cock pressing against my
stomach. It was hard as a rock. He looked deeply into my eyes and slowly
brought his mouth down onto mine. That kiss started everything.

"I fell deeply, madly in love with Michael. For almost nine months I was
sure that I would love him and we would be together for the rest of our
lives. But there was something I hadn't figured on. His father. Evidently,
Michael had been as honest about his sexuality with his father as I'd been
with my parents.

"One night, his father came home early and found us making love. You'd have
thought he'd caught us making crack cocaine in the kitchen! The screaming
and yelling was incredible. At one point, his father actually became
physically violent with Michael. At this point, I grabbed my clothes and
ran out of the house.

"I wandered around the streets for hours that night. I didn't know what to
do. I didn't want to go home because I knew that by this time Michel's
father had time to call my parents and tell them what had been going on -
just as he'd threatened to do.

"What I didn't know was that when he called, my parent's told him to shove
his homophobia up his ass. They told him that they loved their son no
matter what and it was a shame that he had such a good son and could just
reject him that way. Evidently Michael's father slammed down the phone.

"When I got home, my parents were waiting up for me as I expected. And they
knew what had happened, as I also expected. What I didn't expect was how
sympathetic they were. They both told me they loved me no matter who I
chose to love. It was a beautiful night. We talked for hours and I finally
knew how much my parents loved me.

"Of course, the next day, it was all over school. It seems that after I
left, Michael grabbed the keys to his car, and left the house. Somewhere he
must have gotten some beer because he crashed his car into a tree going
over 80 miles an hour. The coroner said Michael's blood alcohol lever was
over 4.0. I guess I could have lived with that and eventually gotten over
it but right at the end of the school year, the worst thing of all
happened.

"It was the night of my graduation. I didn't want to go. I certainly didn't
feel any loyalty to the school or to anyone in it. The way I had been
treated after the end of my relationship with Michael, I wanted nothing to
do with anybody in that school. But my parents wanted to watch their son
graduate. And so, I left for the auditorium a couple of hours before the
ceremony as was required. All during the ceremony, I kept looking for my
parents, but they weren't there. I searched after the ceremony, but they
didn't show up. I didn't know what to think. I rushed home, hoping
something had held them up, but I had a bad feeling about it.

"When I got home, the police were there waiting for me. My parent's car had
been hit broadside by a drunk driver and they were both killed
instantly. My world crumbled. I was lost for a long while. Since I was 18
now, I inherited everything. Which came to a lot of money. But all I could
do was sit in the house and drink, day after day. I finally stumbled into
therapy with a really wonderful woman who helped me come to terms with all
the loss. But I've never been able to overcome my fear of getting involved
with someone.

"So, you see, Shawn, that was 6 years ago. And there hasn't been anyone
since. I haven't let anyone get close to me. Oh, I tried sex. Got really
crazy for a while, but it just didn't work. I didn't need just sex. I
needed love. I needed to feel close to someone and yet I was putting up
these walls to keep anyone from getting close to me. Pretty crazy, huh?"

"I wouldn't say it was crazy. It makes a lot of sense when you look at it
from the standpoint of what happened to you. So what's this tonight? Why
me? Why are you finally opening up to me?"  he asked.

"Because you got under my defenses the one way I never figured on. You were
hurting on that beach and reaching out to me. I couldn't defend against
that. And, to tell you the truth, I didn't want to. I was hurting as much
as you were. I need someone, too. I'm hoping to hell that maybe we can find
in each other what each of us is looking for." I avowed to him.

"So how'd you get so kinky? Or is 'golden shower' just a fantasy with
you. That you've actually never done it." he questioned.

"Let's just say, I have a vivid imagination." I looked down, unable to meet
his eyes.

Shawn reached under my chin and lifted it so that I was looking directly
into his eyes.

"Let me bring your fantasy to life." he said quietly. And then he gently
kissed me.

I felt him pushing me down, as he gently lay me on the bench. Then he stood
above me, straddling the bench and, taking his cock in his hand, he began
milking back the head while he smiled down at me.

Suddenly, I felt the first splash of warmth hit my abs as the hot piss
began to flow from his cock.  The feeling was so intense it caused me to
writhe in pleasure at the liquid warmth. He began to play his pissing cock
across my body. Up to my chest and down to my cock an balls which instantly
became hard. As his stream began to slow, I quickly raised up and wrapped
my lips around his cock, drinking down the last of his hot piss. It was
warm and very mild tasting. Slightly bitter and sweet at the same time. He
hadn't lied about how much beer he'd consumed.

As he emptied his piss into me, Shawn reached down and put his hand around
the back of my neck, gently drawing me closer as I took more of his cock
into my mouth. His cock began to harden in my mouth as my tongue gently
began to stroke the underside of his cock. Shawn stood there and threw his
head back, groaning in ecstasy.

But I wasn't about to give him just another blow job. There were places on
his body I wanted to taste again and there were other ways of getting him
off that I was determined to experience.

I pulled off his cock, and got up off the bench. Shawn looked at me
questioningly, but I gently kissed his lips while pushing down on his back
to get him to bend over the bench. He bent over and grabbed both sides of
the bench with his hands. I got behind him and sat down, straddling the
bench bringing my face to his ass.

I buried my nose in the crack of his butt and took a deep breath of the
dark musk there. I followed with my tongue, licking up and down his
trench. He bent over further, spreading his hard cheeks and giving me
greater access to his hole. I buried my face into the trench, locking my
lips around his hole and pushing my tongue a deeply inside as I could
get. Shawn began to moan and to rub his ass back against my face, trying to
get more of my tongue buried inside him. I licked and sucked on his ass
lips, losing myself in the overwhelming sensuality of his beautiful,
fragrant ass.

Finally, unable to deal with my oral excavation of his butt, Shawn stood up
and pulled away. He turned around and, pushing me back on the bench,
grabbed my legs and pushed them above me while he lay down on the bench and
began to explore my ass with his nose and tongue. I could hear him first
taking deep whiffs of my anal trench. I heard him growl deep in his throat
and knew that my scent pleased him. The next thing I felt was his tongue
digging deep into my ass. His tongue seemed as long as a small cock and was
energetically fucking my hole as deep as it could reach. I moaned in
pleasure and felt my ass opening up further and further to Shawn's probing
tongue.

When he had packed my butt good with spit, he gently inserted a finger into
my hole and began the process of really opening me up. I felt his finger
gently stroking my prostate and I began to moan. I looked up at Shawn who
was now sitting between my legs and smiled.

"So, you've discovered a new beach-head, Gunny?" I asked.

"One I intend to breach, if you have no objections." he smiled.

"I have no objections. I surrender unconditionally." I smiled back.

"Are you sure? Have you ever been fucked?" he asked, some concern showing
in his voice.

"A long time ago. But, perhaps it's like riding a bicycle and you don't
forget how." I told him.

"I will be gentle with you...this time!" Shawn grinned.

"I want you so badly, Shawn. I want you to have me. I want to feel one with
you. Please." I begged.

"Don't worry, Bobby, there's no way I'm gonna pass this up. I need you to
feel a part of me. I need to make you a part of me. And me a part of you."
he looked intensely into my eyes as he spoke.

As he spoke, he worked another finger into my ass, now using both to begin
to spread the tissues, making my hole ready to receive his rather large
weapon. He bent down occasionally to add more spit for lubrication and
eventually had three fingers working inside my hole.

"I would feel a lot more comfortable if you had some lube around here."
Shawn said to me.

"There's some in the bedroom, in the drawer on the left side of the bed. I
use it to jack off with sometimes." I told him.

"Ok, you stay right here, I'm gonna go get it." he said, withdrawing his
fingers from my ass and jumping up to get the lube. Within seconds he was
back and lubing my hole with the clear gel. He used a lot of it, for which
I was grateful. It had been six years since I'd been fucked. Michael was
the one and only up until now, and he wasn't as large as Shawn.

Finally, Shawn began to lube himself. I watched as he greased the enormous
cock which seemed as hard as steel.

"Now, babe." he said, "I'm gonna lay back on bench and I want you to come
up and sit on my cock. That will be the easiest way for you to get used to
it. You can control how much you take and can keep from hurting yourself."
he explained.

He lay back on the bench and I raised up and straddled him. I brought his
hard cock to the opening of my ass and rested the head at the hole. Shawn
grinned at me and reached up and began to stroke my hard cock with his hand
which was already lubed from his own cock. I pushed back on his cockhead
and felt it press against my hole.

"Push out like you're taking a dump," Shawn explained. "That will make it
easier."

Following his advice, I pushed down with my ass and felt his cockhead begin
to slide into my hole. It was an intense feeling of fullness but there was
no pain. Slowly, my ass began to slide down his cock. Within a few minutes
I felt his pubic hair tickling my hole and I realized that I had his entire
cock up my ass.

"Just rest a minute and get used to it." Shawn told me.

I did as he suggested but soon began wiggling my ass on his cock. It felt
good! God! Did it feel good!! His cock was large and thick enough that it
touched all the sensitive areas in my ass - especially my prostate. Soon, I
began to raise up slightly and to lower myself back down on his cock. The
feeling of his cock scraping over my joy-button as I did this, all but had
me cumming!  As it was, my cock was leaking cock-snot all over Shawn's hard
abs.

Finally, I felt Shawn begin to pump gently in and out of my hole. It was an
incredible feeling. But I wasn't happy. I didn't want to be on top. I
wanted Shawn to fuck me. He seemed to realize what I was feeling because I
felt him raise up and then lift me off his cock. I lay back down on the
bench and raising my legs, offered my hole to him to fuck. He quickly got
between my legs and re-introduced his cock into my ass. I wrapped my legs
around his waist and my arms around his shoulders and let him pound me into
oblivion!

Shawn was a magnificent, experienced fuck! He pounded me with short jabs
and long, deep drives. He power-fucked me fast and then would become slow
and gentle. He seemed to be holding back, waiting for something, refusing
to reach his orgasm. I couldn't think why he was holding back until I
suddenly felt myself rapidly reaching orgasm. I was going to cum and I
hadn't even touched myself. I was being driven to orgasm by Shawn's cock
fucking me. I had no choice.  I couldn't stop myself.

I began screaming out in ecstasy as my cock began shooting cum between our
bodies. I looked up and saw a magnificent grin on Shawn's face as he
watched me cum on the effects of his cock. But he wasn't grinning for
long. My hole's spasms during orgasm had pushed him over the edge as well
and he was soon joining my vocal exclamations while he pumped a huge load
of cum up my butt.

Finally, the last tremors of our orgasms stopped. I was still gripping his
body like a life raft in a rough sea. He leaned down and kissed me
deeply. I could feel his sweat dripping on my body and smell his exertion
and our sex. It was a heady mixture. And I loved it.

Shawn drew back slightly and looked down at me.

"And how was that, babe?" he asked.

"Do you think you could repeat that maneuver daily for about 50 years?" I
asked.

"Sir! Yes, Sir!" he replied.


End of Part II

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