Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 21:09:08 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 19

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 Nineteen - Change of Life

The next few years flew by, filled with love, raunchy sex and a lot of work
turning the house into the kind of home that we wanted. I flew through
school, getting my bachelor's degree in a little over three years and then
my master's in just over a year. It was a lot of work but it did what I
wanted, it got me a job in the San Diego Unified School District, teaching
in the oldest high school - San Diego High. SDH is an inner-city school,
right on the edge of downtown San Diego, with a diverse population of about
2,700 students. It is a 'Magnet School' with three 'magnet' programs - the
Writing Academy, the International Baccalaureate and Language Immersion.

My bachelor degree is in English and my Masters is in Creative Writing so
this school was a natural choice for where I wanted to teach. Besides the
fact that I wanted to teach in an inner-city school working with kids who
truly needed the attention and efforts of a teacher. Not to mention that
the fact that I was no longer a financial drain on my rather unconventional
family and would now be making a rather decent salary because of my
advanced degree.

There had been other major changes. While I was in the midst of getting my
masters, Jeff decided that he'd had enough of the Marine Corps. Part of the
reason for this was the fact that there was a strong possibility that he
was going to be transferred to somewhere overseas - with the strongest
possibility being Saudi Arabia! The last thing any gay boy wants is to live
in an Islamic country!  Under Islamic law, what they define as homosexual
activity is punishable by death! However, it should be noted that fucking a
5 - 12 year old or having one suck your cock, if you're an adult male, is
NOT considered homosexual activity! Talk about hypocrisy! Not to mention
sexual child abuse! Jeff was now running his own computer repair business
and making ten times the money that he made while in the Marine Corps.

Dad, on the other hand, was getting ready for retirement from the
Corps. He'd reach that in about 5 years. Thirty years of service to the
country! He'd only be 48 when he retired and he still hasn't decided what
he's going to do with himself once he does retire but, knowing Dad,
whatever it is, he'll be good and probably make a mint at it! Rusty is
going to retire the same time Dad does because they don't want to have the
possibility of them being separated.

All of my worries and fears about our 'family' had long ago been put to
rest. We built the play area down in the basement and we used it
frequently. Sometimes all four of us, sometimes three, sometimes two. It
didn't really matter. The only thing we ended not doing was creating one
large bedroom. Somehow we all decided - without ever discussing it - that
we liked the idea of sleeping separately. Well...sort of. On any given
night, our bedroom might be me and Jeff, or it could be with Jeff with
Rusty or Dad, or me with Rusty or Dad. The pairing shifted for no
particular reason. Some nights I just wanted my 'Daddy's' arms around
me. Jeff understood and so did Rusty - not to mention the fact that they
really loved sleeping together! Turns out that Jeff really got into fisting
Rusty, which made Rusty very happy and took some of the pressure off Dad to
supply that little 'service'. And some night, we all ended up in one room,
in one king- sized bed!

I have a hard time explaining this. Ask me and I will tell you that my
'lover' is Jeff. Just as Dad would say that his lover is Rusty. But, at the
same time, the truth would probably be closer to the fact that Jeff is my
'primary' lover but Dad and Rusty are equally my lovers. The fact of the
matter is, I love each of them totally, completely but in slightly
different ways. But, of course, that only makes sense. They are each
different men. The beauty of the arrangement is that not only are we
lovers, not only are we all 'fuck-buddies' for each other, but we are all
each other's best friend. In some ways, it is like we are all brothers who
have a fraternal, incestuous, committed love relationship. Now, how the
hell do you explain THAT one to somebody?!

Luckily, I didn't have to. At least not for a while. But something happened
when I'd been teaching at San Diego High for about two and a half years. A
whirlwind hit my life and, by extension, the lives of the three men that I
loved. The whirlwind's name was Keith.

Keith was, without mincing words, a beautiful boy. Long blond hair and
piercing blue eyes with a lean, muscular body who at sixteen stood almost
six feet tall. But the what was really stunning was his face. I know that
the cliche is that a boy 'looked like an angel' but in Keith's case it was
literally true! A face that was almost heartbreakingly beautiful! He was
chased by a lot of girls - and even some boys. But Keith never paid any
attention to any of them. Keith was a loner, with a sadness deep in his
eyes that I could see and wondered why nobody else could?

On top of all this, Keith was brilliant. I don't know if he'd ever had any
IQ testing but it wouldn't have surprised me in the least to find out he
was at a genius or above level. But he never tried.  Never put forth any
more effort than to just pass. That is until he got into one of my classes
in Creative Writing.

>From the day that he walked into my writing class there just seemed to be
a connection between us. Unspoken but there. From what I discovered from
his other teachers, Keith always sat in the back of the room and, while he
wasn't at all disruptive, he never paid any attention in class, never
contributed. I had to shake my head upon hearing this because it was like
we were talking about two different boys! That very first day, he walked
into my classroom and looked at me. I looked back and smiled at him. He
hesitantly smiled back - like he'd never done that before. But when he did,
it was like the sun burst forth out of the clouds and my entire classroom
was lit with it!  He moved to the front of the room and took a seat in the
front row, center , right in front of my desk where I had to look at him
and he constantly looked at me.

In my class, he paid attention and contributed. I could see from the
reaction of the other students that first day, this was something they were
not used to from Keith at all! When it came time for the first writing
assignment, Keith's contribution was so good, I could think of several
literary magazines which might well have published it were it not such a
'dark' story. A story full of pain, anguish and abuse. At first, I thought
this might be typical 'teenage angst'. But as time went on, I began to
suspect that Keith had experienced some type of abuse first-hand. I had no
proof, however. No bruise or marks that showed on his body but, then again,
you never saw much of Keith's skin. He always wore the same thing - tight,
long-sleeved T-shirts and old, worn, tight jeans with old, beaten-up
trainers. He was definitely not a 'fashion plate'.

But it didn't matter. His body contours showed through the tight clothing
and his sexual aura was strong! However, it didn't seem to matter. He
didn't date. Didn't 'hang' with anybody. He was always alone. I watched him
and noticed that people did try to approach him but he made himself as
unapproachable as possible. I could tell it was deliberate and I kept
wondering why but even I didn't dare approach him.

It seems that the only place he seemed to come alive was in my class,
however. More than that, I felt his eyes on me all the time. Eyes hot with
such desire it was unmistakable. He seemed to love lounging down in his
desk, right in front of me, shoving his crotch forward and obviously hard -
every class. I have to admit, it gave me some problems myself! Oftentimes,
I had to fight getting an answering hardon! When this would happen, he
seemed to sense it and gave me a smile that was as much smirk as smile. He
seemed to find great delight in making me uncomfortable.

One afternoon right before mid-winter break, he came to see me after school
in my classroom.  He ostensibly wanted to talk about a story he was writing
but I got the feeling he had other motives - especially since he was
obviously hard. But the moment he got close to me, I noticed something
else. His smell!

Now, I love the ripe smell of a male who hasn't showered for a day and has
done hard work or sports so that he is sweaty and musky but this wasn't
that kind of scent. This was the rank, sour odor of someone who hadn't
showered in days - maybe as much as a week. I noticed that his hair was
greasy and stingy and he generally looked as though he not only hadn't
showered, but hadn't slept either. This was more than I was going to ignore
without comment or question.

"Keith, I don't want to get personal, but when did you shower last?" I
asked.

He looked at me with eyes wide - like the proverbial deer caught in
headlights - and I could see real fear in them.

"I...uhh...well..." he sputtered.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" I asked as gently as I could.

He hung his head and finally nodded his assent.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I've got no place to shower." he mumbled so low I could barely hear him.

"What do you mean?" I asked, completely confused by this.

"I'm livin' on the streets." he said, and then looked up at me, almost a
air of defiance in his eyes, daring me to say or do something.

"Why? Did your parents throw you out?" I asked.

"I don't have parents. Just my fucking step-father. My mom died a couple of
years ago and I ended up having to live with him." he said.

"Why did he throw you out?" I asked again.

He looked at me and again, I could see fear in his eyes.

"Was it drugs?" I asked him.

That seemed to anger him.

"No! It wasn't fuckin' drugs! I don't do fuckin' drugs! I've never done
fuckin' drugs! Drugs are stupid!" he said, and I could hear the anger in
his voice.

"Okay. I agree. But why did he throw you out then?" I asked.

"Because...because I'm..." he faltered again.

"Because you're what?" I asked gently.

Instead of answering, I watched as his eyes filled up with tears and began
to run down his cheeks.  Without even thinking of the ramifications of what
I was doing, my natural reaction kicked in and I reached out and pulled him
to me, wrapping my arms around him. He not only let me, he wrapped his arms
around me tightly and began sobbing on my shoulder. I stood there, holding
him, feeling his tears wetting my shirt, his heavy sobs ringing in my ears
and his hardon pressed against me. I hadn't gone down at all. That's when I
figured it out. It was like a fucking cartoon lightbulb going on over my
head!

"Keith, did your step-father throw you out because you're gay?" I asked
quietly.

I felt him stiffen in my arms but I also felt him nod his head against
me. I guess he was waiting for me to push him away from me
physically. Instead, I held him tighter.

"Oh, God! Keith! I'm so sorry. Really! He's got no right to do that to
you!" I murmured as Keith's body began to relax against mine and his sobs
continued.

I just stood there, holding the sobbing boy until he finally got himself
under control. Then he pulled back and looked into my face. He seemed to be
looking for something. Acceptance?  Rejection? I wasn't sure but I gave him
a gentle smile and suddenly, without warning, his lips came close to mine
and he gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth, pulling back quickly to judge my
reaction.

I was shocked to say the least! After all, there were laws protecting
students from teachers.  Unfortunately, I'd never heard of any protecting
teachers from students!

"I'm sorry. I've wanted to do that all year." he said softly.

"Keith, please! I'm your teacher. I can't let you do that! I could be fired
and put in jail for that!" I said.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just had to do it once before..." and his voice
trailed off.

"Before what?" I asked.

He wouldn't answer and again dropped his head so that I couldn't see his
eyes.

One thing that I knew from my studies were that teenage males attempted
and/or succeeded at suicide at an alarming rate. Many researchers believed
that a great number of these attempts or completions were by adolescent
males who could not cope with finding out that they were attracted to
members of their same sex. I suddenly realized why Keith had come to see me
and why he wanted to kiss me. Keith was somehow turned on to me - whether
it was just sexual attraction or it was full-blown love, I couldn't tell
but I was afraid that he was planning on killing himself over it!

"Keith, are you thinking of doing something to harm yourself?" I asked as
gently as I could.

He wouldn't look at me and he wouldn't answer.

"Keith, please, talk to me! You can't kill yourself over this! That means
that the bastard would win!" I said.

I don't think he expected that. He looked up, his eyes questioning. The I
saw the dawn of understanding. He nodded his head and I knew that he had
not looked at it that way and he wasn't about to let his asshole of a
step-father 'win'!

"Keith, I shouldn't do this. I really shouldn't but...well...would you like
to come home with me and take a shower and get some sleep. We've got a
guest room where you could sleep for a while." I asked.

"We?" he asked.

"Yeah, 'we'. I live with three other guys." I said. "It's a really big
house, however."

"Oh." he said and he looked crestfallen.

"Keith, all three of them are gay. Two of them are Marines. One of the
Marine's is my Dad" I said.

He looked at me askance at that remark!

"Marines? Are you serious?!" he asked.

"As a heart attack!" I smiled.

"My real Dad was a Marine, too. He was killed in Bosnia." he said.

"Oh, God! I'm so sorry. Don't you have any family at all?" I asked.

"Dad had a sister somewhere but I never knew how to find her. My mom had
not brothers or sisters and her parents are dead. My Dad's parents are
dead, too." he said.

"Do you want to come home with me?" I asked.

"Are you sure your roommates won't mind?" he asked.

Roommates? Well, I guessed that was the safest thing to let him believe for
the time being.

"No, they won't mind. I'll explain everything to them." I said.

"Can I spend the night? It's hard finding someplace safe to sleep on the
streets." he said, almost piteously.

"Yes, of course you can spend the night. I don't want you out on those
streets either." I said.

"Okay then." he said and for the first time in a long time, I saw the smile
that I had seen that first day.

I drove him home and put him in the 'guest room' as it had it's own small
bathroom. I took all his clothes including the ones that he had on as well
as the ones which he was carrying in his backpack and put them in the
washer. There was a pitifully small amount of them and they were all old
and well worn. It was obvious that his step-father did not provide much in
the way of care for him. I came back upstairs and pulled a pair of sweat
pants and a t-shirt out of my drawer for him to wear and went back to the
guest room to give them to him. He had just come out of the shower with
nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. That when I saw the bruises
for the first time!

Keith had bruises all over his torso - chest, stomach, arms - some recent
and some now fading. I stared in shock and Keith tried to hide them by
bending over slightly and moving his hands to try and cover them. When he
bent over, however, I could see that they continued on his back as well.  I
walked over and he looked up at me, fear and shame written all over his
face. I looked at his back. Along with the bruises, there were red, angry
welts as if he'd been beaten with some kind of whip or cord!

"Fuck!" I breathed softly. "Did he do this to you?"

Keith only nodded.

"Keith we need to report this - that bastard needs to be in jail!" I said.

"NO! PLEASE DON'T!" Keith almost screamed at me.

"But Keith... he can' t be allowed to get away with this!" I tried to argue
with him.

"NO!" he screamed again. "If you call the cops, they'll bring in social
services and they'll send me to a group home! I don't want that!"

His voice was almost begging me.

"Okay. I understand. I won't call, but we need to get something on those
welts before they get infected." I said.

I went into the bathroom. I opened the medicine chest and found some triple
antibiotic cream to spread on the welts. I came back into the bedroom where
he was still standing, naked and waiting for me. I began spreading the
cream gently on the angry welts. Because the cream also had Benzocaine in
it, it immediately took all the pain from the injuries and deadened the
nerves.  When I finished, he looked at me with such longing and love in his
eyes that I knew it wasn't just sex that he wanted from me!

"There." I said. "Does that feel better?"

"Yeah." he said quietly.

"Okay. I've brought you some clothes to change into while I wash the ones
you had with you.  You can put them on after you get some rest. Climb into
bed. You look like you could drop at any moment." I said.

"Thank you." he said, a small smile on his lips. "Will you come and tuck me
in?"

I couldn't believe that this request was serious so I answered him
jokingly.

"Sure! And I'll read you a bedtime story as well." I smiled.

"No. I'm serious. Will you? Nobody's done that for me since I was a real
little boy. My Dad used to all the time but my mom never did." he said
quietly, shame at his own request showing.

"I'm sorry, Keith! Of course I will. You get into bed and I'll tuck you
in." I said.

And saying so, I started to leave. Keith, however stopped me by pulling his
towel from around his waist and I got an eyeful of him. His penis was now
soft but it was long and thick. There was a small puff of blond pubic hair
above it and massive, man-sized balls below it. I openly stared at him. I
couldn't help myself! But for the bruises, he was the most beautiful boy
I'd ever seen! He pulled down the covers and climbed into the double bed,
pulling them back up over his body once he was laying down. I leaned over
the bed and went to kiss him on the forehead but, instead, his arms slipped
around my neck, pulling my face down and kissed me on the mouth.

At first, the kiss was soft and gentle but, as it went on, he pulled harder
on my neck, forcing out lips harder against each other. Then his lips
parted and his tongue came out and began licking against my lips. Without
even thinking, because from the moment the kiss began to deepen my brain
just lost the ability to think, I opened to him and soon our tongues were
sliding against each other and we were tasting each other.

His hands left my neck and began sliding down my body, feeling my chest and
abs and finally reaching my crotch. My cock was rock hard and his hand
firmly gripped it. I moaned into his mouth. My own hands then began sliding
down his body and found that he was as hard as I was.  As I gripped his
young cock, his hips surged up, pushing it against my clutching hand. I
finally pulled back from his mouth and looked down into his face. It was
flushed with desire and his eyes glittered.

"Please! Make love to me! I need you! Please!" he begged, his voice rough
with desire and need.

I knew that others might consider it wrong, but I knew the hunger that he
was feeling. Knew it so well! It wasn't until I met Jeff that I was able to
find someone willing to give me not only the sex I was horny for but the
love that I so desperately needed! I couldn't refuse him! Because the fact
of the matter was, something was stirring inside me. I did love him. Loved
him as a boy, loved him as an almost-man, loved him as one of the most
beautiful boys I had ever seen. But not just what he looked like! I was in
love with the incredible beauty inside of him. The tender, gentle,
sensitive boy who cried out to me as a man to love him.

"You don't ever have to beg me to make love to you. You deserve my love and
I am so grateful that you want me." I said softly.

He looked somewhat shocked at first and then smiled sweetly.

"I've been in love with you since the first day I saw you!" he swore to
me. "Please, let me see you."

I pulled away from him and stood up. I pulled my polo shirt off over my
head and went to take off my jeans but he moved over to the edge of the
bed, grabbing my hands as I reached for my belt, stopping me.

"Please, let me? I've dreamed of this every night!" he said, his eyes
shining up into mine, an embarrassed smile parting his soft, red lips, his
face blushing at his own forwardness.

I smiled at him and silently moved my hands to my sides allowing him full
access to me. He unbuckled my belt, and then began popping the buttons on
my 501's. As the flaps of cloth parted, my yearning cock surged up and out
of my jeans, the head dripping pre-cum. He moved his face forward, pressing
his nose to my hardon and crotch. I could hear him taking deep breaths of
my crotch scent.

"Ohh! Fuck! You smell so good!" he said, his voice rough with horniness as
his eyes gleamed into mine.

"I'm glad you like it." I grinned. "I love the scent of you."

"You do?!" he exclaimed, seemingly shocked at this.

"Yes, I do! I love the scent of a man." I said and could see the surge of
pride in his face as I called him 'a man'.

"But I'm not a man...yet." he said, smiling.

I reached down and squeezed his hardon.

"Oh, yes you are!" I grinned.

He blushed at my words but grinned at me, nonetheless. I pushed down my
jeans and kicked them off along with my loafers. His eyes widened as he
took in all of me standing before him gloriously naked. I reached down and
grabbed the covers, pulling them back. He slid over, allowing me room to
slip under them with him. As soon as I had, he moved back and into my
arms. I held him to me, our two cocks surging against each other and my
hands now sliding down his back to cup his beautiful butt. I felt him
shiver in my arms as I grabbed his soft, smooth butt- cheeks.

"Cold?" I asked.

"Oh, no! It feels so good! Nobody's ever touched me like that before!" he
said softly.

"Never?" I asked.

"No...never." he said softly, dropping his eyes in embarrassment.

"You've never had sex before?" I asked, astonished that someone so
beautiful and loving would not have experienced sex at all.

"Well...yeah...when...well - when my step-father found out I was gay,
he...well...he made me do stuff to him." Keith said quietly.

"How did your step-father find out you were gay?" I asked.

"He found my stash of porn pictures that I...well...I...uhh..." he
faltered.

"That you jacked off to?" I smiled, finishing the sentence for him.

"Yeah." he said, embarrassed but also sounding relieved.

"It's okay, Keith. All guys jack off and we all look at porn sometimes." I
said. "So he found the pictures and that's when he made you do thing to
him?"

"Yeah. He beat me and...and then he made me suck him.  It wasn't the first
time he'd beaten me..  He'd beat me for anything. Sometimes for no reason
at all, but...the sex stuff...that happened mostly when he was drunk."
Keith said.

I pulled him closer, kissing him gently.

"I promise you, nobody is ever going to hurt you again like that!" I swore
and I meant it.

The time for talking was over, though. My mouth recaptured his and we were
soon locked in a passionate kiss, moaning into each other's mouths. This
went on for quite a while, our hands busy exploring each other's bodies as
our mouths continued to kiss deeply. Finally, I pulled away and began
licking down his neck. He cried out in small gasps at the sensations I was
causing in his body. I raised one of his arms, shoving my nose into his
almost hairless pit. I could smell soap but also there were hints of his
young hormones and sweat. I could see his eyes growing big as he watched me
inhaling his scent. Now he knew for sure that I wasn't kidding when I told
him that I loved it! For further proof, my tongue began licking out his
underarm. At that he cried out in what sounded almost like anguish but was
only the surprise, shock and sensory overload of such intimate touch when
experienced for the first time!

"Oh, GOD! Oh! Fuck!" he moaned.

I left his pit and let my tongue trail down to his chest, licking his pecs
and finally ending up sucking and nibbling on one of his nipples. Again,
there were cries of surprise and ecstasy as I slowly showed him the sensual
delights of his own body. Leaving his chest, my tongue laved across his
whole abdomen and below. I moved over so that I was between his spread
legs, his groin and throbbing hardon just below my face. Rather than go
directly to his cock, I wanted him to experience other erogenous zones of
his body before the 'main attraction'! I pressed my nose into his almost
hairless balls and smelled once more, though stronger than in his pits, his
sweaty musk and the ripeness of adolescent rut. I moaned this time at the
scent! When I began licking his precious orbs, I thought I was going to
have to tie him down to hold him on the bed! His hips were thrusting up
that at one point he almost smashed my nose into his nut-sack! I pulled
away from his balls and looked up at him.

"I take it you like that?" I grinned at him.

"Oh, fuck yeah! That was AWESOME!" he swore.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" I laughed.

I went back to his balls which were now drawn up tight under his cock. I
licked below them and kept moving down, heading for my favorite part of a
man's body. I pushed his spread legs up and back until his knees were
almost resting on his chest.

"Hold them back for me, please?" I asked him.

He looked at me quizzically, unsure of why I wanted his legs held back
exposing his butt to my view but, he did as I asked. I bent down again,
taking in the scent of his butt. It was faint but definitely the scent of
musk and rut along with that special scent of the male ass that I love so
much. I knew the next step could easily send Keith over the edge, but I had
to eat his butt! I began licking up and down his hairless trench and he
started moaning and crying out - loudly!

"OH FUCK!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? OH, GOD!!! DON'T STOP!!! PLEASE!!!  DON'T
STOP!!!" he screamed as my tongue continued to taste the tangy goodness of
his young ass - as if I had any intention of stopping!

I continued lapping up and down his butt-cleft a few more times and then
moved in to begin licking his small rosebud of a hole. The tangy butt-taste
was somewhat stronger here and it thrilled my tongue. I lapped and pushed
at the wrinkly opening with my tongue while my mouth locked around it and
sucked gently. Gradually it began to loosen and open to me. I pulled out
for a moment and looked up at him from between his legs.

"Push down on your muscles. Like you're taking a shit. It will open you
up." I said.

He looked at me, his eyes full of shock and fear. I knew what he was
thinking.

"Don't worry. Nothing will come out." I smiled.

That seemed to reassure him and he nodded. I went back to sucking and
licking at his hole and could feel the muscles moving as he pressed down
and his hole gradually began to open to me. I pressed my tongue hard
against his hole and then withdrew, then pressed again. I kept this up
until gradually my tongue was sliding into his hot depths. The smooth walls
of his asshole spasmed around my tongue and I could taste the dark, tangy
musk of him while I listened to the frantic moans that he was making. I
licked in and out of his ass, fucking him with my tongue, getting him used
to the idea of something going 'in' him through that hole because I fully
intended, before this was over, to have my cock buried where my tongue was
now.

After I had him as loose as he was going to get, at that point, to move on
to his cock. He was 16 and I knew that 16 year olds didn't have much in the
way of 'restraint'. They did have, however, amazing recuperative powers so
I fully expected to get him off and have him ready to go again in a matter
of minutes. I pulled my face out of his ass and licked up his balls and up
the shaft of his cock.

For 16, he had a substantial weapon! I judged it to be about eight inches
and very thick. He was uncut and I figured since he'd just showered, that
there would be no smegma for me to snack on.  I figured I was going to have
to have a talk with him about that, too. His hood, however, which covered
the head and ended in a 'nipple' of wrinkly skin about half an inch beyond,
was leaking cock-snot at an amazing rate, if the puddle on his abs that I
quickly began to lick up was any indication! The taste of his pre-cum could
assuredly be called 'cock-honey' - sweet without a trace of salt or
bitterness!

Having licked up all that was pooling on his abs, I moved on to licking it
out of his hood, playing with the foreskin, nibbling at it and sliding my
tongue inside it between the foreskin and the head of his cock. He moaned
almost continuously as I did so. As my tongue moved deeper into his hood,
however, the familiar pungent taste of 'cheese' began to tingle the tip of
my tongue!  Perhaps I wasn't going to have to talk to him after all! I slid
down his foreskin and my nose was immediately assaulted by the intensely
pungent odor of raw male cock! The scent of his smegma filled the air
around us and I heard him croak out in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I guess I forgot to clean it out!" he moaned.

I looked him in the eyes.

"Don't you bother! I love the taste of smegma! I was afraid you'd washed it
all away!" I said.

"You do? But it's supposed to be so nasty!" he said, looking at me
curiously.

"Yeah. It is nasty! That's why I like it!" I grinned. "Have you ever tried
it?"

He face reddened a deep red and it was then that I caught on to the truth!

"You love it, don't you! You were saving this for yourself! Weren't you?" I
asked, grinning.

His face, which was already red, grew impossibly redder.

"Yeah." he said softly.

"Well, you're a nasty boy then! I love nasty boys!" I grinned and he
grinned back at me!

Good! He was finally getting into the fun of this!

"Want to share it with me?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded. I went back down to his cock and began licking up all
the creamy smegma under the flange of his cockhead, tasting the pungency of
it on my tongue and smelling the intense scent of it as it rose in my
nose. Having gathered all I could, I moved up over him, resting on my
forearms and covered his mouth with mine. I let him taste his own smegma
from my mouth and we shared the nasty, pungent male treat together, both of
us moaning as we did so!  It was a nasty, pungent kiss and I could feel
from his cock, throbbing against my abs, that he loved it, too!

"Tastes great!" I said, looking down at him.

He smiled and nodded.

"Good. You keep your cock that way. I guarantee you'll never have to clean
it yourself again!" I said, grinning at him.

He smiled and nodded his agreement. He didn't know at that point, that
there were three other raunchy males in this house that would love the
taste of smegma from his 16 year old cock! Or that those same raunchy males
would eventually supply him with more male love than he could ever dream
existed! Keith had fallen into heaven, he just didn't know it yet!

I moved back down his body, this time capturing his cock in my mouth. I
slid my lips down his throbbing member, skinning back the foreskin so that
the head of his cock came in contact with my raspy tongue. He moaned as I
began to lick and suck on his cock. I knew that this was going to be a
short blowjob - first ones usually are! The new sexual feelings are so
intense that almost no male can hold out for long. Especially not a young
male! And, sure enough, I'd only managed to make about three or four
circuits up and down his cock when he started screaming out.

"FUCK!!! I'M GONNA CUM!!! I'M GONNA ... GONNA....CUM!!!" he screamed, I
guess thinking that I would pull off.

Fuck that! I was eager to taste his young, hot load of semen and I wasn't
disappointed! He blew a huge load of sweet warm cum into my mouth, followed
by several smaller blasts. I held it all in my mouth, tasting it, until his
cock stopped shooting and somewhat softened. Then I moved up beside the
panting, heaving boy and took him in my arms. He looked into my eyes and
opened his mouth as if to say something. I didn't let him. Instead, my
mouth came down on his and he found himself tasting his own load from my
mouth. He moaned loudly as our tongues fought over the tasty treat. We
licked out each other's mouths until there was not even a remnant of his
teenaged spoonge left.

"Oh, fuck! That was incredible!" he panted, pulling his mouth from mine.

"Glad you liked it." I smiled.

"But you didn't get off!" he said, disappointed.

"There's time for that." I said.

"When?" he asked eagerly.

"Whenever you want." I answered.

"Now?" he asked.

"Now is good." I grinned.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Whatever you feel comfortable doing." I said.

"Can I...uhh...can I lick..." he stuttered.

"My butt?" I asked softly.

He nodded, not able to look at me and his face reddened. I reached over and
lifted his chin with my fingers until he was looking at me.

"There is nothing to be ashamed of. Every guy in this house loves to eat
butt. It's something that almost every guy loves to have done to him and
it's mainly only another guy that will do it for you. It's perfectly
natural, nothing 'perverted' about it. Straight guys eat pussy! Gay guys
eat butt. I guess guys just love to eat whatever hole they fuck!" I
grinned.

His eyes got as big as saucers at this. I knew it was a lot for him to
grasp at once but if he was going to be in this house, with the four randy
guys who lived here, he'd better get used to it now!

"You fuck guys in the ass?" he asked.

"Yep. And I get fucked, too." I said.

I think that really got him thinking because I could see the glint in his
eyes.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked quietly.

"You'd let me?!" he asked.

"I'd love to feel that big cock of yours up my ass!" I told him, smiling.

"Oh! Fuck!" he moaned.

The End of Chapter Nineteen of MARINE HERO

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