Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2004 18:45:48 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 14

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 Fourteen - The Road to Bountiful

What with all the things that happened to us, Dad and Rusty coming into our
lives, buying the house together, it took much longer for us to finally
make the trip to Nebraska to visit Jeff's family than we had imagined it
would. Finally, however, word had come from Jeff's oldest brother that his
Mother had a heart attack and we had to go. Jeff got compassionate leave
for a week and we decided, since it was summer, to drive the Miata up to
his parents ranch. We had arranged, however, not to stay there. We would be
staying with Jeff's oldest brother, Rick. This was because Jeff didn't want
another repeat of what had happened the last leave he'd spent at home - the
one before we met - when his mother and he fought the whole time about him
getting 'married' and having kids.

I was excited on one hand because after all Jeff's stories about the hot,
incestuous relationship that all the brothers shared, I was hoping to end
up having sex with all of Jeff's siblings. On the other hand, I was scared
to death to have to deal with his mother - heart attack or not!

It took us two days of hard driving to reach his brother's place which was
just down the road from family ranch. Rick, who truly did look like just an
older version of Jeff, introduced us to his wife, June, who was a petite
and perky blond who was busily trying to corral their four little boys who
ranged in age from 3 to 10. I wondered to myself, if these four brothers
would follow in the family tradition? I asked Jeff about it later and he
said that, if they did, they'd certainly never have a problem from their
Dad over it!

>From there we drove over to the ranch. It was there that I finally met the
one man who was so important in my lover's life who I had never met - his
Dad. I could see that Jeff - and by extension, all the boys - drew heavily
on their father for their looks. He was a tall man but with a gentle air
about him. While Jeff went upstairs to see his Mom who was bedridden, his
Dad took me in the kitchen and we had coffee together.

"So you're Mike, huh? You and Jeff have been together, what, about four
years now?" his Dad asked.

I was shocked. I wasn't even aware that he knew I existed, much less how
long Jeff and I had been together!

"Uhh...yes, sir." I answered, wondering where this was leading.

"You know, Mike, the only thing that a parent really wants for their
children is that they be happy. I never wanted any of them to take my life
as a model. I wanted each of my boys to find what it was that they wanted
to do with their lives. From the time he was real little, there was always
something different about Jeff from his other brothers. I don't think his
Mom ever realized that. She tended to just see them as 'the boys', not
really how separate and different each of their personalities were." Jeff's
Dad said.

"Uhh...yes, sir." I managed to say, still wondering where this all was
leading.

"Now it is true, that the boys grew up with what you might call a 'special
closeness' with each other. Frankly, I saw that as a good thing. Sure cut
down on the fighting and sibling rivalry!  Some would say where it was
wrong and that I should have put a stop to it, but I just didn't see no
harm in it. Boys will be boys and, as they grow, they have needs and
desires that are hard to meet - especially in a place where there are such
few people." Jeff's Dad said.

'Holy fuck! He fucking knows!' I thought to myself.

"Sometimes those needs and desires are temporary and the boy grows out of
them. Maybe he likes to revisit his younger days sometimes, but his life
changes and he begins to look for other things. For some though, they don't
grow out of those needs. That, for them, is how life is. Jeff was like
that. I guess because of it, I worried most about him. I understood why he
had to leave, had to go out and find himself. I wasn't exactly in favor of
him goin' to the Marine Corps because I didn't think that was the place for
a boy like Jeff to find himself, but evidently, he did."  his Dad said.

"He's been very happy in the Corps." I said.

"No he ain't, Mike. He was miserable in the beginning. I could tell. I was
a Marine myself once upon a time. But he stopped being miserable about four
years ago. Suddenly, he was the happiest I'd ever known him to be since he
started growing up. I knew that something or somebody had changed
everything for him. It took a while for me to find out from Jeff who or
what it was. Like most men, he doesn't talk very easily about his
feelings. Especially not to me. But, you see, he and I are a lot alike. He
just doesn't know that." he said.

There were a lot of ways to take that statement but it sure sounded to me
like Jeff's Dad was letting me know that he was into man love as well! But
how could that be?!

"I went away to the Marine Corps. I didn't know it was to find myself. I
thought it was to defend my country in a war that was a mistake from the
get-go! A war that killed a lot of boys for nothing. A war that was lost
before it ever started. But it was in that war that I found out who I
was. I found it out, and then I ran from it! Just as hard and as fast as I
could. I came home, married the first girl that would have me and started
raising kids. I love my boys. Wouldn't trade 'em for nothin'. But if I had
it to do over again, I'm not sure I would have done the same thing."  he
admitted.

Okay, now there was no mistaking what he was talking about!

"I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that I'm really glad to get to finally
meet you. I know it was you that made the changes in my son's life. I know
it was you that's made him so happy for the last four years. I just want to
tell you how grateful I am to you for that." Jeff's Dad said to me.

"'But you don't understand." I said. "It's Jeff that's made me happy!
Happier than I've ever been in my whole life! I owe everything to him!"

"That's the way it ought to be. Both people thinkin' they got the better
end of the deal!" he smiled at me and I saw where Jeff get's his smile
from!

I didn't know what to say. Everything he'd said could have another meaning
but I didn't think so.

"You know, he loves you a lot." I said finally.

"I know. He doesn't say it, but it's not hard to see it in him. To them
what knows him, Jeff is as open as a book. You can read him real easy. But,
you know that, don't you." his Dad said.

It wasn't a question either.

"Yes. I do." I said.

"You know, that last time he was home, he and his Mom had a terrible fight
with each other. I tried to step in but did it too late. There were hurt
feelings on both sides. It's mostly his Mom's fault. I can see that. But it
don't help none. She's stubborn as an old mule! Get's an idea in her head,
and it's like pullin' a stump outa the ground to get it out of her! She's
bound and determined that all her sons were gonna marry and give her
grand-kids. I tried to tell her that it wasn't gonna happen that way with
Jeff, but she just wouldn't listen. I know that's why it's taken him so
long to come home." his Dad said.

"Well...not exactly. It's true that he harbored a lot of hurt feelings from
that visit four years ago.  But we've also gone through some major changes
in our lives over the last four years. I'm in college and there hasn't been
a lot of time or money for us to take off." I said.

I didn't want to get into the relationship between Dad and Rusty and
us. There was no way I could explain it and not have to talk about the
particulars of it, that I wasn't sure that Jeff's Dad could handle.

"Hey! That just dawned on me! That visit was four years ago. You two must
have met soon after it!" his Dad said.

"The next day, to be exact. I was on the same bus that Jeff was heading to
Camp Pendleton." I said.

"You're not in the Corps, are you?" he asked.

"No. My Dad is. He's a career non-com. I was on my way to meet him for the
first time." I said.

Jeff's Dad looked at me funny. I guessed I had better explain.

"My Dad never married my mother. She was the daughter of a very rich and
powerful man in the county where I grew up. He hated my father and it was
only joining the Marines that saved Dad from being put in jail for
'knocking up' his 'little girl'. Actually, it save Dad from a live of
complete misery. My mother is not a very nice person. In fact, thanks to
her rich 'Daddy', she's little more than a spoiled little girl. Her father,
on the other hand, is a very mean-spirited, miserly man who kept me away
from my father for 18 years. For all those 18 years, my Dad sent letter
after letter asking about me. My grandfather intercepted them all and never
allowed one to reach me. Instead, I was told how terrible my father was,
how he didn't care about me. How he never tried to contact me or find out
how I was. I had just turned 18 when I found a box containing all the
letters. I read them and then immediately ran way from there and headed to
Camp Pendleton where his last letter had been posted from. It was on the
way there, that I met Jeff." I told him.

It was funny. I never told anyone, except 'family' the real story of my
Dad, but I felt that Jeff's Dad WAS family! Not just because he was Jeff's
Dad, but because I had such good, warm feelings from him.

"That's a terrible thing to do to a boy! And to a man! What the hell kind
of a man could do that to someone - especially his own blood kin?!" Jeff's
Dad exclaimed.

"But you see, that's just the point. He didn't see me as 'kin'. I was
constantly told that I was NOT part of the 'family'. That I would never
'inherit' his wealth. Like I wanted it! My grandfather is after only two
things - money, and the power and control that money brings." I told him.

Jeff's Dad just sat there, shaking his head in amazement.

"But you did find your Dad, right? You and Jeff live with him, don't you?"
he asked.

"Yes, I did find my Dad and we do live with Dad and his friend Rusty. I
truly love my Dad and we have a great relationship. There's nothing that
Dad wouldn't do for me -or Jeff, for that matter! And there's certainly
nothing we wouldn't do for him! My Dad really loves Jeff a lot.  He's said
a number of times how much he'd like to meet you." I told him.

"Meet me?! Why?" Jeff Dad asked, somewhat shocked.

"Well, I think part of it is how Jeff talks about you - how much he loves
you. The other part I think is that Dad realizes that a lot of what a man
becomes is a reflection of the kind of man his father is. Dad and I have
discovered that we are a great deal alike, even though we didn't meet until
I was 18. We both believe that genetics plays a big role in how a man
develops. Dad's said to me a number of times that you must be one helluva
man to have produced a son like Jeff." I said.

It was at that point that I got to see another one of the 'genetic' factors
linking Jeff and his Dad.  His Dad blushed, just like Jeff! A real tremor
went through me when I saw it. I suddenly realized how incredibly
attractive Jeff's Dad was! And why!

"You tell your Dad that I feel the same way." he said quietly, almost
bashfully. "He must be one hell of a man to have produced a son like you."

Now it was my turn to blush and I could feel my face heating up! We sat
there smiling at each other, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I don't
know where else the conversation might have gone because at that point,
Jeff came downstairs from his mother's room and into the kitchen. He saw us
sitting there, both of our faces red, and he looked at me with questions
written all over his face.

"So what have you two been talking about?" Jeff asked.

"We've been talking about you. And about my Dad." I said.

"Oh?" Jeff asked, wondering, I'm sure, just what exactly I'd said about my
Dad!

"Yes, I was telling your Dad how much my Dad loves you and is always saying
how much he'd like to meet your Dad." I said.

"Oh! Yeah! That's true!" Jeff said, his voice full of relief. "He does
always say that."

"Well, who knows? Maybe I'll make it out to California one day and meet
him." Jeff's Dad said.

"Oh, Dad! That would be so great if you did!" Jeff said, but then he
stopped.

His face got this troubled look on it.

"I'm not sure if Mom would want to come out, though." he said quietly.

"I wasn't thinking about bringing your Mom. You know, son, how she hates to
travel." Jeff's Dad said.

But there was an undertone to what he said that led me to believe he didn't
want his wife to go with him to visit us either! I wondered at that.

"Mom seems to be doing okay." Jeff said.

"Well, yes, today is a good day for her." Jeff's Dad said. "But the doctors
tell me that the attack did a lot of damage. They're takin' a 'wait and
see' attitude with her."

"She still is asking me when I'm gonna get married." Jeff said quietly.

"I know, boy. Don't pay it no never-mind. I can see that you're happy and
that's all that matters.  You know how your Mom is." Jeff's Dad said.

"Yeah. Stubborn as an old mule!" Jeff said and I started laughing.

Jeff looked over at me questioningly.

"Those are the very words you Dad just said to me!" I grinned.

Jeff's Dad grinned sheepishly.

"Well...it's the truth!" his Dad said and then he and Jeff laughed as well.

"I thought we'd go visit Tom, Bill and Tim. I want Mike to meet them one at
a time before he has to deal with them in a herd up at the cabin." Jeff
said.

Jeff's Dad laughed at this.

"Yep! You boys can be a might 'overwhelming' when you're all together!" he
grinned.

Jeff grinned as well. We took our leave of his Dad. I was glad to see that
he and Jeff hugged.  What surprised me, however, was that Jeff's Dad hugged
me, too! He didn't have the body of my Dad or Jeff. It was obvious that he
had never worked out with weights but his body was hard and lean from all
the years of working the ranch. I could feel that when he hugged me. I felt
something else, however. That same feeling of warmth and love that I felt
whenever Jeff, my Dad or Rusty hugged me. That really surprised me!

Jeff drove us over to his brother Tom's house first since he lived the
furthest away. On the way, we had a chance to talk.

"Was it bad? The visit, I mean." I asked him.

"Not bad so much as weird. I don't think of Mom as 'old' - and she really
isn't, but she looked old! Old and frail. I guess a heart attack will do
that to you." Jeff said. "She kept talkin' like she was not going to live
very long. Told me of how her own mother died when she was a little girl.
Seems it was the same thing - heart attack."

"Well, unfortunately, genetics can work in bad ways, too." I said.

"Yeah. I guess so. I kept tryin' to tell her that medicine had advanced a
lot since she was a little girl but she wouldn't listen. Then she started
up on how, before she dies, she just wishes she could see me married!" Jeff
fumed.

"Babe, you are married. Just not the way she means. I had a very
interesting talk with your Dad while you were upstairs." I said.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that. What did he say?" Jeff asked.

I told him about the conversation. I told him how I got the feeling that
his father knew very well what our relationship was and that he was fine
with it. I also told him about the strange things his father had said about
when he went into the Marine Corps and went to Viet Nam and how he and Jeff
were a lot more alike than Jeff realized.

"He said that?!" Jeff exclaimed.

"Yes. Not to put words in his mouth but I just couldn't help feeling that
he was trying to tell me that he preferred men as well." I said.

Jeff didn't say anything for quite a while. I started to get worried about
what was going on in his head.

"Babe, you all right?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah. Just thinkin'. You know you learned more about Dad in half an hour
than I ever knew in my whole life." Jeff said.

"That's not unusual." I said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well...oftentimes, it's more comfortable for someone to talk to a stranger
than to someone that they're close to. I think all your Dad was doing was
saying things to me that he wanted to say to you but couldn't bring himself
to say. He knew, I'm sure, that I would tell them to you." I said.

"Fuck! So he knew about my brothers and me all those years?!" he exclaimed.

"I don't have any doubt, from what he said." I replied.

"And you're sure he knows about us?" Jeff asked me.

"Absolutely sure. He made that clearer than anything he said. Told me how
grateful he was to me for making you happy. He even knew how long we'd been
together!" I said.

"Well, I'll be damned! Don't that beat all! I mean, I always figured that
he knew that I didn't go for women but I had no idea he knew the rest of
it!" Jeff said, shaking his head.

"I think that parents, the ones who really love their children, know a hell
of a lot more than their children ever realize. He evidently feels closest
to you - that you're more like him than any of your brothers." I said.

"That's the part that's got me thinkin'! From what you've told me, he did
everything but 'come out' to you! Is that possible - that he could be gay
and just hid it all these years?" Jeff asked.

"He wouldn't be the first man to do so. In fact, I think that there's a lot
of men like him!  Remember, when our Dads were growing up, being gay was
about the worst thing you could be!  In a lot of places, it still is. I
think a lot of guys who really preferred other guys ended up getting
married and raising children because that was what was expected of
them. Maybe they found ways of meeting those needs outside the marriage,
but a lot of them I don't think ever did. They just repressed their desires
and went on. It's really sad." I said.

"Yeah. It's more than sad. It's a fuckin' waste of life!" Jeff said
vehemently.

"Well, not a total waste. He did produce you." I smiled at him.

Jeff looked at me and gradually gave me a smile. He reached over and took
my hand in his.

"You know, I thank God every day that I found you. I guess if I hadn't, I
might have ended up just like that!" Jeff said.

"No, somehow I've got the feeling you wouldn't have." I said. "You're too
honest."

He looked at me in surprise.

"What do you mean? Too honest?" he asked.

"To live that kind of life, you have to lie to everybody - your wife, your
kids, everybody! But especially, you have to lie to yourself. A lot! I just
can't see you being able to do that!" I smiled.

"Well, you're probably right about that. I can't see me doin' all that
lyin' either." he admitted. "Is that what you think my brothers are doing?"

"No. I don't think so. Boys, all boys, go through a natural period of
sexual experimentation.  Usually with other boys. There's nothing wrong
with it. It doesn't make them gay! It's just sex, just 'fun'. It's when
they start to mature and they begin to look for other things like love and
a relationship that things begin to become different. If the boy is
straight, he's going to look for a woman's love. If the boy is gay, he's
going to start to look for a man to love. I think we've got this whole
thing of sexuality wrong. Whether you're gay or straight doesn't have
anything to do with who you have sex with or what you like to do
sexually. I believe that it's who you form strong emotional bonds with -
who you want to spend your life with - that determines whether or not
you're gay or straight. I think your Dad described your brothers pretty
well when he said that maybe a man likes to revisit being a boy sometimes."
I said.

"You know, it does feel like that when we get together, my brothers and
me. It's not like we're men but like boys together again. It's like those
days before we all grew up. I guess Dad knows a helluva lot more than I
ever gave him credit for!" Jeff said, amazement in his voice.

"I think sons often underestimate their fathers!" I laughed. "Mark Twain
said that when he was 18 years old, his father was the dumbest man on earth
but when he turned 21, he couldn't believe how much his father had learned
in three years!"

Jeff laughed at this as well.

We spent a short time with both Tom and Bill, the two middle brothers, and
their families. Both men were married and we got to meet their wives. They
also had children. Tom had three and Bill had two. What I noticed
especially was the fact that all the children that Jeff's three brothers
had were boys! No girls! Their male genes were definitely 'strong' ones!
Again, these men were really 'older versions' of Jeff. The family
resemblance was astonishing! As Jeff had said to me one time, you could
certainly tell that they all came from the same 'litter'!

I also noticed that Tom and Bill kept watching me with a shy curiosity. I
guess they were trying to figure out what made their brother fall in love
with me. I also noticed that feeling of being 'mentally undressed' by both
of them when Jeff first introduced us. Oh, yes! The trip to brother Rick's
cabin tomorrow was going to be a very interesting experience!

We spent the most time with Tim, Jeff's next oldest brother and the one
that Jeff always told me he was closest to. Tim was also the only one who
had not gotten married. Though he was engaged when Jeff and I met, he and
the girl had broken up and Tim had not yet gotten engaged again.

Tim was living in a small cottage in town as he worked at a local feed and
grain store. We met up with him about four o'clock in the afternoon after
he got off work. Tim, unlike his older brothers, wasn't the least bit shy
around me!

"So, you're the guy my little brother fell in love with, huh?" he grinned
upon meeting me. "I've been wondering what you looked like! Can't say as
how I blame Jeff in the least!"

I was somewhat shocked at his openness and I think Jeff was, too!

"Uhh...thank you...I think?" I replied, not really know what to say!

I was also blushing at the apparent compliment!

"Shit, yeah! You are one fine lookin' guy! But then, my little brother is
quite a hunk himself! It just figures he'd find somebody that was real easy
on the eyes!" Tim laughed.

I looked at Jeff and he just shrugged. Seems that this was entirely new to
him, too!

"Ahh, Tim...who you datin' now?" Jeff asked.

"Nobody! I'm free, white and over 21! And I intend to stay that way!
Well...unless there's anymore like you at home!" Tim said, looking right at
me!

The shocked look on my face must have been priceless because the one on
Jeff's sure was! His brother had just, for all intents and purposes, 'come
out' to us.

"Uhh, bro. Are you tryin' to tell us somethin' here?" Jeff asked,
hesitantly.

"Come on, little brother! Can't you figure it out? Okay, I'll say it plain
so you can understand. I found out that I like guys better than I like
women. In fact, a whole helluva lot better! I'm as gay as you are, little
brother!" Tim laughed.

"Do Rick, Tom and Bill know?" I asked him.

"Sure as shit do! And Dad does, too! I done told them last year." Tim said.

"So why didn't you ever tell me?" Jeff asked, and I could hear hurt in his
voice.

"I kept waitin' for you to come home, little brother! Didn't want to tell
you over the fuckin' phone! Besides, I wanted to meet Mike here! I wanted
to see how well you'd done for yourself.  And I must say, you done mighty
fine! Mighty fine, indeed!" Tim said, raking me up and down with eyes that
said he'd love to get into my pants.

Again, I was blushing furiously. Jeff, on the other hand, was laughing at
this!

"You are gonna come up to the cabin with us tomorrow, ain't ya?" Jeff asked
him.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world! I take it you know what goes on up at
the cabin when all us Berringer boys get together?" Tim asked me.

"I sure as shit do!" I grinned, echoing his words. "It was the reason I
wanted to come with Jeff!"

"Oh? To keep him on a tight leash?" Tim asked, obviously concerned that I
might not approve of the brother's little orgy.

"Are you kidding?!" I exclaimed. "I want to see what it's like to get
fucked by all the Berringer brothers!"

"YEE HAW!!!" Tim let out a whoop! "Now that's all I wanted to hear!"

Jeff and I both laughed.

"He's a good fuck, too, bro!" Jeff assured Tim.

"Well, not that I don't trust your word, little brother, but, I think I'll
just have to get him up my tail and find out for myself!" Tim said
seductively. "Uhh...what about..ahh...other things?"

"Oh, you mean like do I love a man when he's ripe and funky smelling and do
I love to suck ass and drink piss - stuff like that?" I smiled my most
provocative smile at Tim.

"Holy Shit, Bro! You done hit the Mother Load!" Tim exclaimed.

Jeff put his arm around me and pulled me to him.

"Shit, bro! You don't think I'd go and get tied to him if he wasn't, did
you?!" Jeff grinned, his pride in me so obvious.

"Just so long as you share! You know that's the rules!" Tim laughed.

"Oh, we share! We share a lot!" Jeff laughed. "But don't even think about
tryin' to keep him!  He's mine!"

"Damn! You got all the luck! I can't find nobody that likes that kind of
stuff and looks anywhere near as good as he does!" Tim said, never taking
his eyes from me. "Fuck! I ain't had nothin' but one fuckin' blow job since
the last time me and Tom, Bill and Rick got together up at the cabin and
that was more'n six months ago! And that was through a glory-hole at the
truckstop out on the interstate!"

"Well, we can't have that!" I smiled and walked over to Tim. "Can't have
all that cum backin' up in your balls like that! Really bad for ya!"

And with that, I slipped my arms around Tim's neck, pulling him down into a
deep and passionate kiss. At the same time, I could see Jeff starting to
strip out of his clothes. My cock was harder than hell and pressing against
Tim's that was equally hard, and seemed to be about the same size as
Jeff's.

"Can you piss through a hardon?" Tim asked quietly, pulling his mouth from
mine.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! And Jeff told me that all his brothers could, too!" I
answered, grinning.

"Fuckin' A right!" Tim grinned. "I wanna taste your piss!"

"Mmm! And I sure as fuck want to taste yours too - and your ass!" I grinned
back.

"It's nice and funky for ya! I been workin' all day!" Tim said.

"Perfect! But you've got too many clothes on!" I complained gently.

"I can fix that!" Tim said, taking his arms from around me and quickly
divesting himself of all his clothes until he was standing in front of me
naked, his hard, dripping, uncut cock pointing at the ceiling.

I was almost like looking at Jeff. In fact, as the two stood side by side,
naked, I could hardly tell them apart, except that Jeff wore his hair in a
Marine 'high and tight' and Tim wore his a lot longer. Not long, but a lot
longer than Jeff's. In fact, that's when I realized that this is what Jeff
would look like if he ever let his hair grow out. Jeff, too, was slightly
more muscular than his older brother, but not by much! I began to think
that seeing all of the brothers naked at the cabin tomorrow could be, in
his Dad's words, 'a might overwhelming'! But I sure was looking forward to
being 'overwhelmed'!

"Now who's got too many clothes on?!" Tim asked, pulling me out of my
reverie.

I quickly stripped naked and when I was, Tim let out a 'wolf whistle'.

"Man! You ought to go naked all the time!" Tim enthused.

"We usually do, bro!" Jeff laughed.

"Yeah, me, too. But it ain't as much fun when you're alone." Tim said,
wistfully, the loneliness showing in his voice.

With this, Jeff reached up and pulled his brother down into a deeply,
passionate, soulful kiss. At first Tim seemed to be taken aback by this but
quickly put his arms around Jeff and started to return the kiss with equal
ardor. It was an amazing sight! It was almost like watching Jeff making out
with himself! Two gorgeous men, sharing a moment of deep passion,
tenderness and love! It almost brought tear to my eyes to see it!

They kissed for a long time, their hands gently touching each other's
body. Not so much exploration, it seemed, as re-familiarizing themselves
with well-beloved territory. Finally they broke the kiss and just stood
there, in each other's arms, looking deep into each other's eyes. I could
have been a million miles away in that moment for they were only aware of
each other.

"I've wanted to do that for so fucking long!" Jeff told Tim.

"Ahh, fuck, little brother! Me, too! Why didn't we ever?" Tim asked.

"Scared, I guess." Jeff said.

I was astounded! They had fucked and sucked each other, eaten each other's
asses and drunk each other's piss but had never kissed! I found this
astounding! But, it seemed it was true!

"Is there room in this for one more?" I asked.

They both looked over at me, suddenly remembering that someone else was in
the room and then they both smiled sheepishly - so much alike it was like
seeing in stereo! They each put out an arm and gathered me into a three way
hug and a deep passionate kiss from each of them.

"Maybe we should just tie this one to the luggage rack and take him back
home with us!" I said to Jeff.

"Hey! There's an idea! Why don't you come home with us?! Lot's of
good-looking Marines in San Diego!" Jeff said to his brother.

"I can't do that. Shit! I got a job and everything!" Tim said.

"What? Workin' at the fuckin' feed store? What the fuck is that?! We can
find you a real job!"  Jeff said.

"No you can't. I ain't got no trainin' to be anything." Tim said quietly,
hanging his head.

"Bro, you come and we'll get you trainin' for anything you want to be!"
Jeff insisted.

"Yes, Tim. We'll do anything to help. You're family - in more ways than
one." I said.

"Well...let me think about it, okay?" he said hesitantly.

"Sure, bro. You think about it. But don't think too long. You ain't gettin'
no younger!" Jeff laughed.

"Look who's talkin'!" Tim retorted.

"Uhh, guys. We gonna fuck or talk?" I asked.

"I hope to hell we're gonna fuck, 'cause I shore want to get into your
tail!" Tim laughed.

"Then let's get at it!" I said.

Tim led us to his bedroom. Luckily there was a queen-sized bed because with
the three of us playing, we'd need the room. I slipped up behind Tim and
started running my hand over his beautiful butt! He had a very beautiful
ass - just like Jeff's. I guess that was a genetic trait among the
Berringer boys, too!

"Mmm. You wanna fuck it?" Tim asked quietly, looking over his shoulder at
me.

"Maybe later. I want to eat it first and then I'm gonna show you something
that's gonna blow your mind!" I grinned.

"That wouldn't be hard!" Tim laughed. "This is blowin' my mind already! I
didn't have any idea that Jeff had such good taste in men!"

"Thank you. Coming from one of the Berringer boys, that quite a
compliment. You gotta know that I think that Jeff and your are quite
beautiful as well."

And just like his brother, he blushed at this.

"Come on!" I said. "Get on the bed on all fours so I can eat out that ass
of yours!"

Tim followed directions, getting into position. I climbed on the bed behind
him, stopping to admire the beautiful butt in front of me. Fuck! What an
ass! Just like Jeff's!  I started licking across the cheeks, tasting the
salty sweat and the taste of Tim. Something like Jeff but different. I
covered his buns with saliva before heading for the trench. I put my hands
on the cheeks of his butt and pulled the cleft open. The ripe scent of
sweaty, musky male ass rose into my nose and my cock was instantly dripping
cock snot! Fuck! I loved the smell of a guy's butt!

At that point, Jeff moved around the bed until he was kneeling in front of
his brother, offering him his hard, dripping cock. Tim opened his mouth and
took as much of Jeff as he could. He got about three-quarters of it down
and started choking.

"Damn! Little Brother! You ain't ever been 'little' where it counts! Fuck!
I bet nobody's ever been able to get that damn thing all the way down!" Tim
said, pulling off Jeff's hard cock.

At that, Jeff and I started laughing.

"What?!" Tim asked.

"Mike takes it all! Has since the first time - and mine was only the second
cock he ever sucked in his life!" Jeff laughed.

"Fuck! You're shittin' me!" Tim said.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to prove it to you!" Jeff said. "Come here,
babe."

I moved past Tim on the bed, sliding my mouth over Jeff's cock. Tim's face
was right next to mine watching. I slide completely down on Jeff's cock,
letting it slide into my throat and burying my nose in his fragrant pubes.

"Fuckin' shit! I never thought that ANYBODY could ever take that goddamn
thing!" Tim exclaimed.

I pulled off Jeff's cock and smiled at him.

"Why do you think he keeps me around?" I grinned.

"Because he's so fuckin' in love with you, he can't see straight! I only
wish I could find someone who would look at me the way he looks at you."
Tim said softly.

"Hey! It will happen. Nobody as pretty and sweet as you is going to be
single all his life." I said.

He smiled at me.

"You go ahead and do your brother. That ass of yours smelled so good, I
just have to taste it!" I said.

I moved back to his ass, pulled the cheeks apart again and took a deep
breath of Tim's scent.

The End of Chapter Fourteen of MARINE HERO

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