Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 15:51:54 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 6

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 Six - I Meet My Dad

I didn't realize it, but Jeff had slipped away to the kitchen to give us
privacy. I think he was somewhat embarrassed by the display of emotion
between Dad and me- even though he fully understood it. Dad and I found him
there, sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee.

"There any more of that, Corporal?" Dad asked as we walked into the
kitchen.

"Yes, sir! Sit down, sir! Let me get you a cup. How do you like it, sir?"
Jeff asked as if Dad was the visiting Commandant of the Marine Corps.

"I'd like it if you would put cream and sugar in my coffee and cut the
'sir' crap! I ain't your commanding officer, Corporal!" Dad laughed. "Call
me Mike, or - better yet, Bulldog! That's what my friends call me and I
guess we'd better become friends if you're gonna be my boy's lover."

I thought Jeff was going to faint, right there and then! He went white as a
ghost!

"Jeff, you better sit down." I said quickly. "I'll get the coffee."

I poured two cups, one for me and one for Dad. I put two sugars and lots of
cream in each. What I did, was basically fix it just the way I liked it
without even thinking. I brought the two cups over to the table.

"You know?" Jeff asked, his voice a croak.

"Yes, son. Mike told me." Dad smiled at Jeff.

"And you're not angry?" Jeff asked.

"No, son. I'm not angry. The only way I'll ever be angry is if you treat my
boy badly or ever hurt him." Dad said and, while he said it softly, there
was obvious deadly intent behind those words.

"Oh, no, sir! I would never hurt Mike! I'd rather cut off my cock and balls
than hurt him!" Jeff swore.

"Just what I had in mind." Dad grinned a malicious grin.

Jeff looked at Dad wondering how much he was joking! I sure couldn't tell!
Then Dad's grin softened.

"Tell me your name again, son. I wasn't listening too well the first time."
Dad said gently to Jeff.

"Jeff. Jeff Berringer." Jeff replied.

"Jeff, Mike says that you pretty much know the story of how we came to not
know each other."  Dad said.

"Yes, sir. He told me the story about the letters and he told me what it
was like growing up in that place without anyone to love him." Jeff said.

"Well, what Mike didn't know was that his grandfather really did me a favor
by not letting me marry that spoiled brat of a daughter of his, Mike's
mother. He forced me into the Corps and helped me find out that it wasn't
women I was really attracted to at all. But it's dangerous lovin' another
guy in the Corps. You know that." Dad said.

"Yes, I do, sir." Jeff said, his eyes as wide as saucers at Dad's
admission.

"Jeff, will you stop with the 'sir' already!" Dad laughed. "If you can't
call me Mike and you can't call me Bulldog, how about calling me Dad?"

"That would be a lot easier...uhh...Dad. You see, If I call you Mike, It's
gonna get all mixed up with your son! I call him Mike! And, quite frankly,
I don't feel comfortable calling you Bulldog like your friends do. Now, I'm
not saying you're that old but you're older than me - and you're Mike's
father - and I was raised to show respect to men that are older than me."
Jeff explained.

"And I do understand that, Jeff and I appreciate you being honest with
me. Now, how old are you, son?" he asked Jeff.

"I'm twenty-one." Jeff replied.

"Well, that's a good match for the two of you. Frankly, Jeff, I thought you
might be a little older considering how mature you are but the Corps does
that to good men!" he said smiling at Jeff who just beamed back at the
compliment from an older, more experienced, higher ranking Marine. "I'm
only thirty-six so that makes me just fifteen years older than you
are. Now, I could have been your Dad, technically - I was shootin' loads
when I was 12!"

At this Dad laughed and Jeff and I laughed, too.

"But I'm sure you have a Dad somewhere, don't you?" Dad asked.

"Oh, yes! He was a Marine. In 'Nam. He won the purple heart and the Bronze
Star." Jeff said proudly.

"Well! I'd sure like to meet him sometime! I'll bet he's a hell of a man."
Dad said.

"Yes, he is. I love my Dad very much." Jeff said.

"I can tell, son. You got any brothers and sisters?" Dad asked.

"I've got four older brothers." Jeff replied.

"Any of them in the Corps?" Dad asked.

"No, sir. I'm the only one." Jeff said.

"Too bad! The Corps always needs good men like you!" Dad said.

Again, Jeff beamed. And this time I did, too. I knew, though don't ask me
how, that Dad was not saying this just to give compliments. He obviously
did genuinely like Jeff and found him to be a good man. Just as I had. The
fact that these two men, who were the most important ones in my life, were
getting to really like each other was beyond my fondest dreams!

At this point, Dad picked up his cup and tasted his coffee.

"Hey!" he said, looking over at me. "This is perfect! How'd you do that?"

"I just made yours exactly the way I like mine. I guess genetics really
does work!" I laughed.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Dad laughed with me.

"Looking at the two of you, there is no doubt that you're father and son."
Jeff said.

"Yeah, it is kind of like looking in the mirror at myself when I was
young." Dad admitted.  "Though it's hard for me to believe now that I was
ever that young. I certainly didn't have my son's courage then, though I
thought I did."

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

"I could have never sat down and told my Old Man that I was gay,
son. 'Course, the way my Old Man drank, and as mean as he became when he
did, that's just the way things were. Nor could I have let myself take the
chance to make a commitment to another guy at your age. I almost did.  But
I chickened out." Dad said, and his eyes kind of misted over.

I reached out my hand and put it on Dad's.

"Do you want to tell me about it, Dad?" I asked softly.

He looked at me like he was coming back from a very long way away.

"It was when I first entered the Corps. In boot camp. I was one miserable
son-of-a-bitch! I was 17 years old, my first son was just born and I never
even got to see him! Here I was, hundreds of miles away from home and
shoved into a barracks with guys I'd never known from places I knew nothing
about. It was about the loneliest, most miserable time in my life. It was
then that I met Bobby Lee. As you can tell from the southern double name,
he was from Mississippi. That boy had an accent you could cut with a knife!
Thick, like the humidity on a hot delta night. Seems for some reason, Bobby
Lee and I kept gettin' thrown together. We were bunkmates for one thing. I
had the bottom, he had the top. Quite a 'role reversal' I found out later!"
and at this Dad chuckled.

"We ended up sharing a tent whenever we went out on bivouac and we started
to become really good friends. Now, I gotta tell you, Bobby Lee was just
about the most beautiful boy I had ever met. He was the same age I was but
he had the most beautiful red hair with deep green eyes. I had a very hard
time keepin' my pecker under control whenever I was near him. Shit! I loved
everything about him! His beautiful muscular body, the faint freckles all
over him and especially across his cute little pug nose. Fuck! I even got
turned onto his scent! I have to admit, I really got into the smells of his
body. I guess I still am turned on to guy's scent. Hate fuckin' a guy who
just came out of a shower and don't have no sweat or scent about him." Dad
said, looking at me.

I started chuckling and Dad looked at me funny. Then he smiled.

"Genetics again, huh?" he asked.

"Yep! Do you love smegma?" I asked.

"Fuck! Love it!" he laughed.

"Me, too!" I laughed. "How about rimming?"

"Oh, fuck! I love eatin' a nice male butt - a fragrant male butt!" he
grinned.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah!" I said, and then I kind of got a little shocked! After
all, this was my Dad I was discussing eating butt and smelling a guy's body
with!

Dad seemed to read my mind or his was running on the same track.

"I sure never expected to be able to fuckin' discuss this stuff with you!
But, ya know - it feels really good! I hope it ain't grossin' you out, you
knowin' this stuff about your Dad, is it?" he asked, quietly.

"Fuck, NO! Dad! I love it! I never thought I could share all this shit with
you!" I said, grinning.

"Well...now there's where I draw the line...never got into shit!" he
laughed.

"ME, EITHER!!!" I exclaimed! "But...ahh...how about...uhh..."

"Piss?" my Dad asked.

I nodded my head, not able to actually voice this.

"Fuckin' love it!" he laughed.

"Oh, FUCK!!!" I exclaimed grinning!

I looked over at Jeff who was glowing a bright shade of red.

"Uhh...Dad...I think we're embarrassing Jeff." I said.

Dad reached over and slapped Jeff on the back. I was glad he didn't do that
to me! Dad would have knocked me on the floor!

"Son! You gotta get with the program! Ain't no secrets here! We're all
guys. We've all done it.  Most guys have done some of it, they just don't
admit it!" Dad laughed.

"I'm not really embarrassed by any of it. Yeah, I love all those
things. It's just I wasn't expecting this between you and Mike and me."
Jeff said, smiling shyly.

"Boy! There ain't nothin' men like doin' more than talkin' about sex -
unless it's actually fuckin'!" Dad laughed.

"Well, you're right there!" Jeff laughed.

"Dad, what happened with Bobby Lee?" I asked.

"Well..." Dad said, getting serious again. "When boot camp was over, we
were posted together to Gitmo. Guantanamo Naval base in Cuba. Now life over
there is really isolated! You can't leave the camp because every other
piece of land is Cuba! And we don't get along too good with Castro. Well,
Gitmo really threw Bobby Lee and me together. And the more we were, the
stronger my feelings got. I was fallin' in love with him, and I knew it! I
couldn't help myself.  And remember, I didn't even know if he'd ever played
with another guy in his life! I kinda suspected it because we just didn't
discuss much about sex. Seemed that neither one of us wanted to get into
that kinda on-upsmandship that guys get off on - sharin' their sexual
conquests - real or imagined. You know what I'm talkin' about."

"Yeah! Same thing in my barracks during boot camp. All these guys with so
much bullshit about what they've done. If you believed it all then there
are no virgins left in the entire United States!"  Jeff laughed.

"It was like that in High School, too. Sounds like guys are guys at
whatever age!" I said.

"Well...at least after they grow some hair on the nuts, anyway!" Dad
laughed. "But when you're someplace like Gitmo, it gets worse. Anyway,
Bobby Lee and me got tighter and tighter. Then we got leave and decided to
spend it together. Bobby Lee didn't want to go home any more than I did,
but he didn't say why. I found out though."

"Yeah? Why?" I asked.

"Well...lemme tell you what happened on that leave first. Bobby Lee and me
decided to spend it in Fort Lauderdale, since it was so fuckin'
close. Thing was, we had to fly into Homestead Air Force base in those
days, to get there. But we ended up stayin' right on the beach in this
hotel shaped like a ship called The Yankee Clipper. We had this room that
looked right out at the ocean. It was season but the hotel was real nice to
us. They gave us a room with a discount because we were active duty
military. Only thing was, the only room they had available only had one
king-sized bed. But they gave us an additional discount because of that and
we ended up payin' way less for that room then we expected. So we took it."
Dad said.

"Shit, yeah! I woulda!" Jeff said.

"Me, I was a little worried. I'd become really crazy about Bobby Lee and
now we're talkin' about sleepin' in the same fuckin' bed! I didn't know
what the fuck I was gonna do!" Dad said. "So, anyway, we take the room and
then go out and hit the beach! Shit! We had a great time that first day,
swimming, fuckin' around like a couple of kids. We took a long walk up the
beach and got something to eat and picked up a couple of six-packs of
beer. We got back to the room and we both stripped down to our skivvies. We
sat on the bed, drinkin' beer and just relaxin'. After a few, we were both
buzzed - neither of us bein' that used to drinkin'. And, like guys will do,
we started wrestlin' around on the bed, tryin' to 'pin' each other. Just a
couple of kids! Shit! We were all of 18! Didn't know shit about nothin' but
sure thought we did!" Dad chuckled, and reached over and tussled my hair.

"Ahh! Dad! I'm not like that!" I said in my own defense.

"No, he really ain't." Jeff defended me as well.

"Wasn't sayin' you were son. I'm talkin' about me. I done some really
stupid things when I was your age. About the only one of them that turn out
all right was fatherin' you." Dad smiled and my heart leaped at his words.

"Anyway, we're wrestlin' on the bed and before you know it my fuckin'
cock's as hard as a rock.  Only thing is, I notice Bobby Lee's is,
too. Then I get really scared! I didn't know what was happenin'. Well, I
knew...I just didn't know if Bobby Lee knew! I ended up on top of him, our
hardon's pressing together. He looked up at me, smiling so sweetly and his
hands were kind of slowly stroking up and down my back. I don't know where
I got the courage to do it, but I leaned down and kissed him. Right on the
mouth! Now, I'd played with guys before. Sucked cock, even fucked a couple
asses but I hadn't ever kissed another guy! I shocked even myself! It
wasn't a long kiss and I didn't use my tongue, but it was a kiss none the
less." Dad said.

"So what happened? What did Bobby Lee do?" I asked Dad.

"Well, son, he reached up and put his arms around my neck and pulled my
face back down to his and he kissed me hard! And long! And there was
DEFINITELY tongue involved then!" Dad laughed. "Before you know it, we was
rollin' around on that bed, suckin' face like we'd been doin' it with
another guy all our lives! That's when I first realized that it was guys
that I preferred. Preferred, hell! Wanted more than anything in the fuckin'
world! And it was one guy that I wanted that way - and he was lyin' in that
bed with me and kissin' me."

"So I take it you two had sex?" I asked.

"You could call it that." Dad said. "But I wouldn't. I never had sex with
Bobby Lee."

"What?!" I asked incredulously.

"I never had sex with Bobby Lee." Dad said, slowly and distinctly - like he
was explaining things to a 5 year old. "I made love to him. Always. As many
times as we did it, I made love to him.  There's a difference, you know."

"Yes, Dad." I said, smiling, my eyes wandering over to my beautiful, Marine
lover, Jeff. "There certainly is a difference."

Jeff smiled back at me and gave me a wink.

"Okay, so what happened with Bobby Lee, Dad?" I asked.

Dad was silent for a few moments, like he didn't want to go on with the
story. Then he looked up at me and there was deep pain in his eyes.

"Bobby Lee loved me. He told me so often enough. And I loved him. But I
just couldn't bring myself to say the words. I guess there was this part of
me that didn't want to be 'queer'. Didn't want to admit that what I knew in
my heart was true. I just figured that we could go on, just bein' together
and we didn't have to ever say anything about it. But that's not the way
things turned out." Dad said.

"Dad, you don't have to go on if it's too painful for you." I said softly.

"No. I need to tell you. I need to get this out. I ain't never told a soul
in all these years. I never really had anyone to tell. Not that would
understand, anyway. Bobby Lee wanted us to leave the Corps and build a life
together. I didn't want to. First of all, I wanted to remain in the Corps
long enough to retire. Second, I was too fuckin' afraid of what would
happen out in civilian life - two guys, livin' together, you know how it
looks! You know what people say! But Bobby Lee didn't want to stay in. He'd
had enough of the Corps and the 'queer-hating' that went on. He was gonna
get out but he never made it." Dad said and, at that point, tears started
to roll down his weathered cheeks.

I reached out and put my arm around his shoulder and he looked deep into my
eyes.

"Three weeks before his enlistment was up, he was killed in a helicopter
training accident. I was supposed to be on that training mission but I had
come down with a bad cold and went on sick call instead. Everybody on board
was killed." Dad said, and then put his head down, giving into his tears
and grief.

I pulled him close to me and he rested his head on my chest. He sat there,
holding him and gently stroking his head. I looked over at Jeff and I could
see tears in his eyes as well. I just let Dad gently sob until he'd worked
it all out. Finally, he pulled away and sat up, looking from Jeff to me.

"I'm sorry. I don't usually act that way." Dad said, his voice husky and
quiet.

"Sir, I'm honored that you felt comfortable enough with us to be able to
share that with us." Jeff said earnestly.

"Yeah, Dad. Thank you." I said. "So is that it? The end of the story?"

"No. Not quite." Dad said quietly. "I wrote his family back in Mississippi,
about how we were friends and how much I admired Bobby Lee, what a good
Marine he'd been - all that shit. Not the truth but somethin' the family
could hear. They invited me to come to visit them and I did. I spent a day
and a night with his family. They were all nice people. Red-necks, but nice
ones, I guess. I spent several hours at Bobby Lee's grave. Funny, I
couldn't bring myself to cry then. I just stood there, achin' so much in
side over losin' him. Feelin' so fuckin' guilty because I never could tell
him how much I loved him. I vowed right there and then that if I ever found
another guy to fall in love with, I'd tell him for sure! But from that day
to this, I never have. Oh! I've had a lot of guys that I've had sex with,
don't get me wrong! In fact, I'm sorry, son, but your Dad is somewhat of a
slut! Especially when it comes to other Marines! But I ain't never found
another man to love."

"Maybe that's why you're a 'slut', Dad. You're still looking. Or maybe, you
don't want to find somebody else because you'd feel like you were being
unfaithful to your love for him." I said, quietly.

I don't really know where those words came from. I just opened my mouth and
out they came, kind of like somebody else was saying them but using my
mouth. It must have shocked Dad and Jeff as well because they both sat
there staring at me.

"Maybe you're right, son. I just don't know." Dad said quietly after a
while.

"If Bobby Lee really loved you, he wouldn't want to see you alone. He
wouldn't want you to pass up the chance to love somebody else. I know I'd
feel that way about Jeff. I wouldn't want him to be alone if something
happened to me." I said softly.

"Do ya think so, son?" Dad looked at me like he really needed me to answer.

"Yes, Dad. I really think so." I said with all my heart.

My Dad was obviously a man who was too good and too loving to be alone. I
understood about the 'slut' part. I briefly wondered to myself how many
guys I would have slept with if I hadn't found Jeff. Hell! I didn't know
how many I would sleep with, even having found him. After all, he'd made it
very clear to me he did not expect me to be physically faithful to
him. But, at that moment I couldn't even imagine having sex with another
man - except one. And that was really starting to bother me!

As I sat there, talking to him, listening to him and having the scent of
him surrounding me, something was happening deep down in my guts concerning
my Dad! I knew, though I don't know how I knew it, that Dad wanted
me. Wanted to have sex with me - actually wanted, in his own words, to make
love to me. And, while this was shocking enough to me, the fact that I knew
that if he ever offered, I'd jump at the chance to make love to him,
bothered me even more! I mean, this was my Dad! What the fuck was I
thinking! That was 'incest'. Though why people think incest is so bad, I'm
not really sure. I mean, yeah! If I were a little kid, that would be bad
because I wouldn't really have the power to say 'yes' or 'no'.

But I was grown. I was, for all intents and purposes, a man. I had the
choice if I wanted it. What harm would it do? After all, it wasn't like Dad
and I had anything like a 'normal' father/son relationship. Hell, we just
met a couple of hours ago for the first time in our lives! And Jeff had sex
with all four of his brothers for quite a long period in their lives
without any apparent difficulties over it. And since what I was and the
relationship that Jeff and I had was already breaking all kinds of societal
'rules' anyway, what would one more matter? But this still had me very
confused.

Dad stayed talking to us for another couple of hours, telling us stories
about his years in the Corps and all the duty stations he'd served at and
the adventures - sexual an otherwise - that he'd had. At one point, Jeff
fixed sandwiches and soup and we all ate together. Then Dad had to leave to
go back to base because he had a training class he had to teach in the
morning. He took me in his arms, holding me and tenderly kissing me on the
cheek. Surrounded as I was by his scent, the warmth of his body and the
strength of his embrace, it was all I could do to keep from popping wood!
He then went to shake hands with Jeff and, instead, pulled him into a bear
hug and kissed him on the forehead - though Dad had to pull him down to do
it! Jeff was even a few inches taller than Dad!

Jeff and I undressed and were getting into bed. I guess I didn't realize
how well Jeff could 'read' me after knowing me such a short time. I guess
love does that for you.

"Okay, so what's wrong?" Jeff asked, as he gathered me into his arms as I
got into bed.

"I'm that transparent, am I?" I said, somewhat miffed that he could tell
that easily.

"Mike, you could give glass lessons in transparency!" he chuckled. "So
what's the problem? I thought everything went great! Way better than I ever
imagined it could!"

"Yeah. It did. Maybe that's the problem." I said quietly.

"That's a problem?!" he said and put his hand on my forehead. "Nope! No
fever. The boy must be crazy!"

"No, I'm not crazy either. Jeff, you remember that discussion we had about
what would happen if I met a guy that I really wanted to have sex with?" I
asked.

"Of course I do. It was only yesterday! I'm only 21. I'm not senile, yet!"
he chuckled. "Why?  You find somebody already!?"

"Yeah." I said softly.

That brought him up short. He rose up in the bed until he was looking down
at me.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yeah. I am. And it scares the fuck out of me." I said.

"Okay, I guess we better talk about this." he said, moving up in the bed
until he was sitting against the headboard with his legs out in front of
him.

I moved up to where I was sitting next to him.

"So who is it that you want to have sex with?" he asked.

I hesitated for a moment. This was really hard! I didn't know what the fuck
Jeff was going to think of me when I told him.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm not gonna hate you or nothin'." Jeff said, putting his
arm around me and pulling me to him so that my head was resting on his
chest.

"I just am scared of what you are going to think of me when I tell you." I
said.

"I promise! I won't think any less of you." he said. "No matter who it is."

"No matter who it is?" I asked, making sure that's what he said.

"No matter who it is." he repeated.

"What if it's....well...what if it's...my Dad." I said.

He was quiet for a long moment. I was afraid that, despite his promise,
this was a little too much to take, even for him!

"Mike, I know that it's considered a real taboo to have sex with your
father but, strangely enough, I can understand it. Especially in your
case. I mean, yeah - he's your father biologically.  But it's not like he's
ever had the chance to ever be a real father to you. And, I gotta tell you,
he is a fuckin' hunk! I'd hop into bed with him if I had the chance!" he
chuckled.

"You would?" I asked, astounded.

"I sure as fuck would! That's about the best looking hunk of Marine Stud
I've seen in a long time - not to mention, he looks like an older version
of this guy that I'm like totally in love with!" he grinned.

I smiled shyly at his words.

"The thing about it is, I don't know how I know it, but I know that Dad
feels the same way. He wants to take me to bed! But not just for sex. He
wants to make love to me. You heard the differentiation he made tonight
between those two things." I said.

"Yeah. I did. And I can see that. It wouldn't bother me either." Jeff said.

"It wouldn't?! You wouldn't be jealous? I mean, this is not what we talked
about. We talked about having sex just for fun. This would be making love!
This would be like what we do together!" I said.

"Look, Mike. In that situation, the only jealousy I might feel is you got
to have sex with your hunky Dad and I didn't!" he said.

"Oh, come on! That can't be the only thing you'd feel!" I said.

"Yeah, it could. Mike, okay - you're Dad would be making love to you. But
his love for you is for you as his son! Not as a lover - a partner! You
would make love to him as his son, not his lover. It's a different kind of
love. You two couldn't have just sex between you because you mean more than
that to each other. But, it ain't the same thing that we feel for each
other, is it?"  he asked.

"No! Absolutely not! You're my lover. You're my partner. You're the man I
want to spend the rest of my life with. He's the man I've always wanted to
have in my life. He's the man I've always wanted to love me. But not like
us. Not the way we love each other." I said.

"Then what the fuck can I feel but happy for you? I love you. I want to see
you happy. Having your Dad in your life, having your Dad love you makes you
so incredibly happy! I saw that tonight! I saw the way your fucking eyes
were just shining - you were so happy!" Jeff said.

"You want to know what made me happiest?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"The fact that it was clear that you and my Dad really liked each other and
were really getting to be friends. The fact that the two men I love most in
the whole world were getting close - that made me the happiest I've ever
been." I said, reaching my arms round his abs and hugging him.

"Yeah, it was makin' me real happy that your Dad obviously took a liking to
me! I felt honored! I don't think he's that way with a lot of guys!" Jeff
said.

"I'm sure he's not!" I said, laughing.

"I really liked him, too! He is one of the most 'squared-away' Marine's
I've ever met! He's really a man's man. The fact that he said those nice
things about me, really had me flyin'!" Jeff said and I could hear the
pride and happiness in his voice.

"And I can tell you - he meant everyone of them! He wouldn't have said
them, otherwise - bet me on that!" I said.

"I believe you! He doesn't strike me as the kind of man that ever says
anything he doesn't mean.  So what are you going to do about it?" he asked.

"About what? About having sex with him? Nothing. I'm not going to make the
first move. As much trouble as I'm having with this, I'm sure he's having
more. I'm just going to wait and see how this plays out. I can't see myself
doing anything else." I said.

"I guess you're right. I guess you can't just walk up to him and say 'Hey,
Dad! Wanna have sex?'  now can you?" he laughed.

"No, but I can say it to you!" I grinned at him.

"Have I ever said 'no' to that question?" he asked.

"I don't know, I've never asked you before." I said.

"No, come to think of it, you haven't. So are you asking now?" he grinned.

"Yeah!" I said, leaning over and sucking his nipple into my mouth.

"Ahh, fuck! How am I supposed to say 'no' if you do that?!" he groaned.

I pulled of his nipple long enough to say, "You're not!"

He pulled me down further in the bed and began to kiss me passionately as
he slowly began to move his hand down my side. I thought he'd go for my ass
but, instead, he slid his hand between us and began to gently stroke my
cock.

"I'm hungry." he murmured.

"Me, too!" I said, slipping my hand between us and grabbing his thick, long
cock.

"Then let's eat!" he said, and with that, he let go of me and slipped his
body around on the bed so that we now were each facing each other's cocks
in the classic sixty-nine position.

The intensely masculine scent of his crotch rose in my nose and I moaned as
I buried my face into it, pressing my nose into his fragrant pubic hair. It
was redolent with scents of sweat, musk and male rut. I began to lick the
hair and could taste the saltiness of what was sweat mixed with dried
piss. I licked around the base of his cock and then down to his pungent
nut-sack, tasting the stronger remnants of piss and sweat there and a
heavier concentration of musk.

Jeff was following my lead, doing to me what I did to him. I decided I
liked this form of 'follow- the-leader' much better than the one I had
played as a child! I moved down to where my nose and mouth were able to
reach his ass. He spread his legs, giving me access to his butt-crack as I
did the same for him. I began to lick and sniff up and down his trench,
reveling in the strong, masculine, dark odors and tastes I found there.  I
have to admit, I am an 'ass' man. I love to smell male butt, eat male butt,
fuck male butt, even piss in a male butt! And I love another male to do all
those things to mine!

I began licking and sucking at Jeff's hole as his mouth locked around my
own. We lay there in an ass-eating sixty-nine, coring out each other's
butt-holes with our tongues, licking each other's cracks and generally
making ass-pigs of ourselves. I am sure that Jeff is as much an ass-man as
I am!

Finally, neither of us could take any more of the preliminaries! I moved
back up and took Jeff's rampant cock in my hand, skinning back the foreskin
and finding my favorite taste treat of all - smegma! Jeff's was pungent and
tasty and I loved to lick it from under his cock head. As far as I was
concerned, he would never have to wash away the 'cheese' from under his
hood - not as long as I was around. Jeff was, at the same time, licking up
all of mine. It is so hard to believe that there are people who consider
what we were doing as somehow 'perverted'! The natural scents and tastes of
a male's body were designed to be - I later learned - part of what
attracted a mate.  Jeff's certainly attracted me!


After licking up all the smegma that we could find, we then attacked the
'main course' - each other's hard cock. I loved the feeling of Jeff's cock
in my ass and I loved the feeling of it in my mouth as well. The flavors of
his sweaty, musky man-meat, the softness of the skin versus the intense
hardness of the stiffening roots beneath were a tactile and taste delight
that I could wallow in for hours!

His cock filled my mouth and I placed my head so that my neck was aligned
and my throat completely open while I slid slowly down his stalk. His cock
slowly nosed its way into my throat where the tight muscles massaged it
causing Jeff to groan around my cock which was similarly buried in his
tight throat. His moaning sent tremors of sensation through my cock,
causing me to moan around his which set up the same reaction in him. There
we lay, our hard cocks buried in each other's throats while a round-robin
of groans were sending us further and further into lust- filled states of
semi-consciousness!

Finally, neither of us could take anymore. I'm not sure who went first, but
the next thing I knew, Jeff was emptying his balls into me and I was doing
the same to him. The sweet-salty nut-juice from his balls poured into my
mouth and down my throat as I unloaded my own straining nut- sack into his
sucking mouth. I hunched against his face, driving my cock as deep into his
mouth as I could while his fingers played with my ass-crack and hole,
making me almost crazed with lust!

Finally, both our nut-sacks were empty and no more cum flowed into our
mouths. Yet, I continued to nurse at Jeff's cock like a suckling calf. He
was doing the same to mine. It was a this point, something happened that we
did not intentionally plan but which later became one of our favorite
activities. As I sucked on Jeff's softening cock, I felt the spurt of
something warm and salty in my mouth. It was Jeff's piss! I began slurping
down his hot stream as I released my own bladder into his mouth. There we
lay, drinking down each other's piss just as we had drunk each other's cum!
I loved every moment of it! The raunchiness, the intense feelings cannot
accurately be described!

When we were both finally empty, Jeff beginning before me and ending after,
Jeff finally turned around and took me back into his arms. His mouth came
down on mine in a passionate kiss in which we thoroughly licked out all the
tastes of cum and piss from each other's mouths before finally coming up
for breath.

"Fuck! That was so hot!" Jeff moaned.

I reached down to his still tumescent cock, noting the length and thickness
of it.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing!" I said, grinning.

We both cracked up at the use of this old advertising jingle.

"I need sleep!" Jeff said finally.

"I know. So how long will you be at the base tomorrow?" I asked.

"I'll probably be able to be home by four. What are you going to do
tomorrow?" he asked.

"Actually, I thought I might either just stay in the apartment and rest or
I might take a walk around the neighborhood and get acclimated." I
said. "I'm still not sure what I want to do at this point - whether I want
to go to school or work. I guess work is probably the better choice. I
don't want you having to support me!"

"I don't mind. Whatever you want to do, I'm in favor of it. Okay?" he
asked.

"Yeah. Okay." I smiled.

He reached over and turned out the light, pulling me close and snuggling up
against me. I nestled in his arms and was rapidly asleep, feeling safer and
more loved than I ever had in my whole life.

The End of Chapter 6 of MARINE HERO

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