Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2004 15:53:29 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MARINE HERO 8

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 Eight - Dad and me - and Jeff

When we got to the bedroom, Dad pulled me back into his arms, kissing me
deeply. My body yielded against his and I felt somehow transported back in
time. I was again a little boy. That little boy that so desperately wanted
a Daddy to love him. A Daddy to hold him and tell him that he was 'Daddy's
Boy'. Now, suddenly I had that. Not in the way I ever envisioned it, but
maybe in a better way. I don't know. I knew that I ought to feel that what
we were about to do was somehow wrong, but I just couldn't! This felt so
good! This felt so loving! This felt so right!

"Are you sure this is what you want, Mike?" Dad asked softly, pulling back
from the kiss.

"Oh, yes, Daddy! More than anything in the world!" I swore to him.

He looked at me funny.

"That's the second time you've done that." he said.

"Done what?" I asked.

"Called me 'Daddy'." he said.

I could feel the heat in my face as I blushed.

"I didn't realize I did this time. I can't help it. So much of this is tied
up in how much I wanted you when I was a little boy. I wanted you there to
hold me and give me the love that no one else would. It's not that I don't
want you as a man. God! How much I want you as a man!  But...well...I need
you as my 'Daddy' as well. I need the love that only you can give me. And I
need to show you how much I love you. But I'm a man now, and this is, for
me, the best way that I can show you that. Does that make any sense?" I
asked quietly.

"Yes, son. It does. It makes a lot of sense. At least to me. It's a lot of
what I'm feelin' about you right now. You've grown into one beautiful man,
son, and I'd want to fuck you no matter who you were! But you're also my
son. The boy I wanted so badly but never could have. Yeah, now that you are
a man, I want to show you how much I fuckin' love you - the way a man shows
how much he loves somebody." Dad said. "A lot of folks would say this is
wrong, though."

"Fuck 'em!" I grinned. "This feels too right to be wrong!"

"Yeah! Fuck 'em!" Dad grinned and then we were kissing again.

Our hands started moving over each other's bodies. I could feel Dad's hands
moving down and finally grabbed my butt and started kneading it. I groaned
into his mouth.

"Boy, you've got too many fuckin' clothes on!" Dad moaned.

"Look who's talking!" I grinned.

We pulled apart and I quickly stripped. Dad only had his shirt off by the
time I was naked, but I was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans with
sandals. I knelt at his feet and began to take off his combat boots.

"Boy, you don't have to do that." Dad said.

I looked up at him.

"I want to." I said.

"Then let me sit down on the bed." Dad said, acquiescing to my desire.

I don't know why I wanted to, but I did. I moved over and, sitting down on
the floor, finished untying his boots and began to slip them off. The scent
of leather, sweat and warm cotton hit my nose and I found it extremely
erotic! As I pulled of his boots and set them aside, I took his foot in my
hands and began to nuzzle it, rubbing my face against it and allowing the
scent to surround me. I then pulled off his sock and began to lick the top
of his foot and moved down until I was sucking on his toes.

"Ahh, fuck! Boy! Who taught you to do that!" Dad groaned.

"Nobody." I said, looking up at him. "I've never done it before. Does it
feel good?"

"Fuck! Does it! Damn, boy! You've truly inherited my kinkiness! I love
suckin' on a stud's toes!" he grinned. "Wait 'til I do it to you! I'll show
you how fuckin' good it feels!"

I grinned back at him and went back to sucking on his toes, taking each one
between my lips and licking and sucking on it. I even licked between his
toes. Then I held his foot up and licked from the heel all the way up to
the ball of his foot.

"Fuck! Damn!" he gasped as I did this.

I guessed it did feel good!

I switched feet at this point, giving the same treatment to the other one,
eliciting the same response from him. Finally, I wanted to move on. I rose
up onto my knees and began unbuckling his pants. I then opened them and he
raised up so that I could slip them down and off him, along with his
briefs. There before me was my Dad's hard cock! Uncut, like mine and
looking a great deal like mine (genetics wins again!), with the very tip of
the head peeking out of his hood, a glistening drop of pre-cum clinging to
his piss-slit. I leaned down and licked it off, tasting the salty-sweetness
of him. The warm aroma of male crotch rose in my nose and I groaned, as I
buried my nose in his fragrant blond pubic hair. The scent of sweat, musk
and male rut assailed my nose and I groaned in desire!

I was just about to begin licking through his pubic hair when he reached
down and pulled me up to kiss me. A deep, passionate kiss.

"Come up on the bed." he murmured.

"Not yet. Lemme continue. Please?" I begged.

"Okay." he said, smiling and letting me go.

I went backdown as he leaned back, resting on his outstretched arms behind
him, presenting me with his full groin. He also spread his legs more,
giving me complete access to him. I once again buried my face in his groin,
drawing in all the manly scent - breathing deeply and loudly.

"Yeah! Suck in all my scent! You like the way a man smells, boy" he
growled.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! I love your scent!" I vowed.

"It's all yours, boy! Have as much as you want!" Dad said.

I buried my nose into his pubic hair again and began to lick. I tasted the
saltiness of sweat and possibly a few stray drops of piss. I licked through
the wiry hair and then licked around the base of his cock moving down to
his nut-sack, which was drawn up tight to the base of his cock. Dad was
super horned and I completely understood! So was I!

I began licking the wrinkly sack with his balls held tight inside. The
taste and smell of Dad's nuts were strong and manly! The saltiness of sweat
and the tang of musk covered his ball-sack and transferred to my tongue. I
licked and nibbled at his sack, hearing him moaning above me. I loved the
deep, masculine groans that were coming involuntarily from him! I drove me
to greater heights of horniness!

I licked all over his sack and then began licking at the patch of skin
below his balls, leading to his ass-crack. He knew what I wanted because he
slid forward to the edge of the bed and then pulled his legs back, opening
his butt trench to my view. The deep furrow was hairless, like my own, and
the hole was more elliptical than round, with deep puckers and a dark,
dusty rose color. The scent of his butt wafted up to my eager nose and I
breathed deep. Oh, fuck! Yeah! The smell of a man's ass! My favorite scent
in the world! I snorted loudly, moving my nose up and down his crease,
dragging in all the butt-smell I could. I was in ass-pig heaven!

But soon, smelling wasn't enough! My tongue began at the base of his spine
and began licking up his cleft, across his pouty hole and on to the base of
his balls. Over and over again, my tongue made this trek. Faster and fasted
until I was licking it like a fucking dog! Tasting the sweat, the musk, the
ass juices! It was a sensual feast I was having at his butt!

"Yeah, boy! Lick that ass! Lick my fuckin' butt! Eat me out, boy! Shove
your tongue up Daddy's hole and eat me the fuck out!" Dad ordered and, like
a good Marine - I obeyed!

I locked my lips around his puckered hole and began to suck the asslips
into my mouth, gently chewing on them. I pushed my tongue against his hole
and felt it flower out as he pushed down with his ass muscles to open it
for me. My tongue slid easily all the way into his tangy, dark hole.  This
was an ass that had been well-used! Evidently, Dad was well used to taking
Marine dick up his hole on a regular basis! His hole was really fun to eat
because it opened so easily, allowing my tongue to slide in and out without
having to fight it's way in. I tongue fucked his hole until my poor tongue
felt like it was numb from all the 'exercise'!

I moved up his body again, licking from his hole, up across his balls and
the length of his thick cock! It reminded me so much of my own, it was like
finally being able to suck my own cock! I got to the tip and found that
there was now a pool of cock-snot on his tight abs from where his cock had
been leaking while my tongue was eagerly eating out his ass. I licked up
the pool of man-honey and then slid my mouth down over the head of his
cock, swirling my tongue around to get the flow of his pre-cum as my lips
pushed back the wrinkled skin of his hood.

What I'd hoped to find there was smegma, and I wasn't disappointed! There
wasn't a lot, but what there was, was pungent and powerful! The taste was
extremely tangy and raunchy and I moaned around his cock as I licked the
underside of his cock-head clean.

"Yeah! That's it, boy! Lick me clean! Get all that fuckin' cheese! You love
Daddy's cheese, don'tcha?!" Dad groaned as I worked on his meat.

I moaned around his cock, not wanting to let go of it even to answer. I
began sliding it deeper and deeper into my mouth until it hit the back of
my throat. I pushed and it began to slide into my tight throat
muscles. Because of the angle I was at, though, I couldn't take the whole
thing inside me. I pulled off and was about to move around to where I could
when Dad grabbed me and pulled me down on the bed, his arms around me, his
mouth pressed to mine, tasting all of his own raunch - his balls, his cock,
his butt, that he could taste.

"My turn, son!" Dad said, pulling his mouth from mine.

He didn't waste any time. Dad knew just exactly what he wanted and like any
good Marine, went straight for it! He got between my legs and pushed them
up and back. I grabbed hold of them, pulling them almost back to my chest,
exposing my whole groin and ass to his inspection.

"Fuck! What a pretty hole you got, boy!" Dad said and then laid down on the
bed and pushed his face into my ass-crack.

I could hear him taking deep whiffs of my ass-scent, just as I'd done of
his.

"Fuck! I love the smell of boy-butt!" Dad groaned, almost to
himself. "Almost as much as I love the taste!"

Saying this, his tongue began to move up and down my trench, licking me and
driving me crazy!

"Ahh! Fuck! Yeah! Lick my ass! Come on! Shove your tongue up my hole! Eat
me out!" I begged.

Dad didn't make me wait. I felt his mouth at my hole and then his tongue
pressing to enter. I did what he had done and pressed down with my ass
muscles to loosen the hole for his tongue. I could feel it gradually
sliding deep inside me. I couldn't relax my sphincter to the extent that he
could, but it was enough. Dad tongue fucked me, setting fire to my ass! All
I could think about was his thick fucking cock buried balls-deep in my
hole! I wanted him to fuck me! I wanted him BAD!

"Fuck me! Please! Fuck me, Daddy!" I begged, again using this childhood
term without even realizing it at the time.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah, boy! Daddy's gonna fuck you! Daddy's gonna fuck your
pretty little ass real good for ya! Ya want it, too, don'tcha! Ya want it
real bad, huh, boy? Want Daddy to pound your fuckin' ass for ya? Tell me,
boy! Tell Daddy what ya want!" Dad groaned as he began to shove one and
then two fingers up my ass.

"Fuck! Yeah! Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your boy! Fuck me good, Daddy! Fuck me
HARD!" I begged as he wanted me to.

Dad reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside
table from this morning when Jeff had fucked me. He began working it into
my hole until three of his slimy fingers were moving easily in and out of
me. Then he lube up his own cock and rose up on his hand and stiffened arms
over me, his cock nudging at my greased hole. He looked down at me and
grinned.

"I never thought when I fucked your Mama that one day I'd be fuckin' you!
Fuckin' my son with the very cock that fucked him into existence! Fuckin'
my cum into your guts, just like I shot my load into your Mama to make
you!" he said.

This set my soul on fire! The idea of it! So taboo, so incredibly taboo!
Being fucked by the cock that made you! Taking the cum deep inside you that
created you! Your own father's cum! The thoughts were mesmerizing to me! I
couldn't stop thinking about it and the more I thought about it, the more
intense my desire for him was!

"Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your load into me! Gimme the fuckin' cum that made
me! Fuck me like you fucked Mama!" I begged, delirious in my desire for
him!

His cock pressed forward and slowly entered my chute. I could feel the
thickness of his cock spreading my tunnel open. It was Daddy's cock!
Daddy's cock coming home to the ass that it made! The thoughts running
through my head would have had a team of psychiatrists studying me for the
next 100 years!

Once his cock was firmly planted as deep in my ass as it would go, he
stopped and, grabbing my legs, wrapped them around his waist. Then he
leaned over me, resting this time on his elbows and looking down into my
face.

"I'm in you, boy! Daddy's all the way inside you! You've got Daddy's cock
just where you wanted it. How's it feel, boy? How's Daddy's cock feel?" he
asked.

"Oh, Daddy! If feels so fuckin' good!" I groaned, my eyes filling with
tears at the strong emotions running through me.

There is no way to describe what I was feeling. This was the man who I owed
my existence to.  This was the man who I loved like no other human male on
the face of the earth. As much as I loved my mate, I loved this man equally
- but in an entirely different way. A way I couldn't exactly explain, even
to myself.

"You okay, son?" Dad asked, seeing my tears, his voice filled with concern.

"Oh, yes, Daddy! I'm just so happy! I love you so much!" I assured him.

"And I love you, son! So fucking much! Let me show you how much, son." he
begged.

"Yes, Daddy! Fuck me! Make me a part of you again!" I begged him.

His mouth came down on mine in a passionate kiss while his hips began to
pump his thick cock in and out of my stretched hole. Because of the
thickness of his cock, like Jeff's, each time his cock slid in or out, it
slid hard against my aching prostate, making me feel like I was almost
continually cumming! I looked up into his face. A face so much like mine
but older. It was almost like I was being fucked by myself! An older me!

I wanted this fuck to last forever, but our desire for each other was too
strong! Dad was soon fucking me so fast and so hard I knew it was only
going to be a very short time and I would cum and from the erratic
movements of his pounding hips against my ass cheeks and the 'slap-slap-
slap' sounds that it was making, I could tell that he was not going to last
long either. Suddenly, I felt his cock swell in my butt and that's all it
took for me!

"FUCK ME, DADDY! I'M CUMMING!!!" I screamed out as my cock drenched my
chest and belly with my copious spoonge.

I could feel the shudders go through Dad's body as my shit-chute trembled
around his plunging cock and he, too, slid into orgasm!

"FUCKIN' YOU, BOY! FUCKIN' MY SON! YEAH! CUMMIN' IN YOUR BUTT, BOY!!!"  he
screamed out as his cock jumped in my ass, shooting his Marine cum deep
into my guts.

I don't know how many times each of us shot. It seemed to last forever but
then Dad collapsed on top of me, sweaty and smelling of sex and sweat and
man-rut, his hard cock still buried in my fucked hole. I wrapped my arms
around him, holding him, loving him while we both came back to earth from
the universe of feelings we had both just experienced.

The after-quakes of sex caused his cock to jump in my ass a few times. Each
time my ass reacted by squeezing his cock which caused both of us to
groan. Finally we lay quietly, glued together by my cum and his sweat. He
rose up slightly to look down at me.

"Are you okay, son?" he asked quietly.

"More than okay, Dad!" I smiled. "I feel totally wonderful!"

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.

"No, Dad. You couldn't." I said.

"You are one hell of a fuck, boy! Did you know that?" he grinned.

"Well, that's what Jeff tells me but I can't fuck myself, so I'll never
know!" I grinned back.

"Trust me, son. He's telling you the truth!" Dad said.

"He always does, Daddy." I said, using the term of endearment purposely
this time.

"You sure he's gonna be okay with this?" Dad asked.

"Yes, Dad. He's gonna be okay with this - especially if he can get in on
it!" I grinned.

"I just don't want to ever cause problems between the two of you. I can see
how much you two love each other. I don't want to do anything to fuck that
up." he said, seriously.

"You can't, Daddy. What Jeff and I have is totally different. I love you as
much as I love him, but I love you both in totally different ways. Jeff
understands that." I said.

I could feel Dad's cock softening and then slowly sliding out of my ass. He
grinned at me and then slid down my body until he was once again lying flat
on the bed between my legs. I knew what he wanted and pulled my legs back
again. His mouth pressed against my ass and he began to suck his cum out of
me. I could feel his tongue working deep inside of me, gathering all of his
cum and my ass juices that he could. His tongue soothed the raw tissues of
my butt and made my cock jump at the feeling.

Dad moved up over me again, and I pushed up, meeting his mouth with my
own. He opened his mouth and a large deposit of his cum from my ass slid
into my mouth so I could taste and swallow it. My tongue eagerly licked out
his mouth getting all the remnants of his cum and my ass that I could. Then
Dad did something I wasn't expecting! He turned so that he was laying
beside me, his face in my crotch, in a classic sixty-nine position. He took
my cock in his mouth and began cleaning all the cum from it. I sucked his
softened cock in my mouth to do the same, tasting his cum and my ass on
it. I loved the taste!

Dad then stopped sucking on my cock and just held it gently in his
mouth. It was then I realized what he wanted! I stopped sucking on his and
held it in my mouth, waiting. I didn't have to wait long, in a few seconds,
a jet of his hot piss spurted into my mouth. I swallowed it down and let go
with my own flow into his mouth. We lay there, pissing in each other's
mouths, tasting each other's salty piss and drinking it down! It was like
drinking my own piss! I could feel myself pissing at the same time I was
drinking mouthful after mouthful of his hot, salty piss!

Our flow finally stopped but we continued to nurse on each other's cocks
until we were sure that we had gotten every drop. Then Dad moved back
around on the bed and took me into his arms again, kissing me deeply,
allowing both of us to taste our piss in each other's mouths.

"You wanna fuck me, now?" he asked quietly.

"No. I want us to save it for when Jeff gets home! I have a feeling that
this is going to be a long night!" I laughed.

We lay there for a long while, touching and talking to each other. I felt
as loved and protected in Dad's arms as I did in Jeff's. I was constantly
reminded of how lucky I was to have these two, wonderful, loving, hunky
Marines in love with me! We didn't bother to shower. I told Dad that Jeff
was just like us - loving the natural scents of a man's body - and would
appreciate us staying just the way we were.

Jeff got home about four o'clock, as he said he would. I met him at the
door just wearing a pair of gym shorts, and he kissed me. Then he buried
his nose in the bend between my neck and shoulder.

"You smell like sex!" he grinned a wolfish grin. "Is that from this
morning?"

"Uhh...no. Dad's here. He's in the kitchen." I said.

"You did it?!" he asked, his face in a wide grin.

"Yeah. We did." I grinned back.

"How was it?" he asked, smiling.

"You'll find out later. After dinner." I smirked.

"Your kidding!" his face lit up like the Fourth of July!

"Nope. I told Dad you wanted him and, trust me - he wants you! I figured
all three of us could play. How's that?" I asked.

"That's fuckin' wonderful!" he said, squeezing me in his arms. "You don't
mind sharing?"

"Not with you! Never with you!" I grinned.

We walked into the kitchen and I caught the look that Dad gave Jeff. I
could tell, no matter what I'd told him, Dad was still afraid of a negative
reaction from Jeff to him fucking me - Jeff's mate.  Males have to learn to
share when it comes to sex. There natural instinct is a rather selfish
attitude - 'This hole is mine! No other male gets to fuck it!'. And maybe
that works with females, who tend to be more faithful to males than males
tend to be to them but, when it's all males, each male's hole is his own!
He decides who's gonna fuck it! After all, it's a pretty stupid attitude to
begin with, considering the fact that males often try to fuck as many holes
as they can!

Dad stood up when Jeff walked in and tentatively stuck out his hand. Jeff
grabbed it and pulled Dad into an embrace, hugging Dad close until Dad
finally put his arms around Jeff, hugging him back. A thrill went through
me seeing the two men I love so much showing such love to each other! I
could only imagine what it was going to be like watching them make love to
each other!

I served the stew that had simmered all day and a salad that Dad had helped
me throw together along with some hot rolls and butter. I didn't make
dessert because, quite frankly, I didn't eat sweets very much. Not for
health reasons, just didn't particularly like them. I didn't have a chance
to ask Jeff about his preferences (there were still so many little things
we had to learn about each other!). I did ask Dad and was not the least bit
surprised to find that he felt exactly the same way I did. Damn! I gotta
study genetics in college!

Both Jeff and Dad were highly complimentary about dinner, praising my stew
as the 'best' they'd 'ever tasted'. I had to laugh.

"You two eat most of your meals in a mess hall! I'll bet almost ANYTHING
would taste better than that!" I grinned.

"Hey! The Marine Corps provides pretty good chow to its men! Haven't you
ever heard the maxim that an army travels on its stomach?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, but I'll bet that's the only time you've ever used the word 'army'
without a cuss word before or after!" I crowed and Dad had the good grace
to look chagrined.

I was well aware of how the Marine Corps felt about its 'sister services' -
especially the Navy!  However, you really want to get a Marine riled up?
Call him a 'soldier'! He is NOT a 'soldier' - he is a MARINE and you'd
better NOT goddamned forget it, either!

"Mike, it really is good. I'm telling you, you cook as well as my Mom
does." Jeff said. "That's about as high a compliment as a guy can pay."

"Thank you, lover. However, in my case, anybody in the world - including
you - can cook better than my Mom can!" I laughed.

"Oh...yeah...forgot about that. Sorry." Jeff said.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"No need to be sorry. I really do thank you for the compliment. You, too,
Dad. I like cooking - especially for people who really enjoy eating. That
seems to not be a problem with Marines! You guys seem to love to eat!" I
smiled.

"Eatin', fuckin', fightin'. What the fuck more is there to life!" Dad
laughed.

"Loving." I said quietly.

"Yeah." Dad said, "There is that. When you can find it."

"Dad, you just have to look. I swear it's out there for you! I can't
believe that in all this time nobody's snatched you off the market." I
said.

"Yeah, Sarge. You are one helluva fuckin' Marine stud and, pardon me, but a
helluva nice guy as well. Any guy would be crazy not to want to spend their
life with you. Why, if I hadn't already found your son, I might have made a
play for you myself." Jeff said.

"Well, you two may see it that way but you're both prejudiced! Mike, you're
my son so you're gonna think that and Jeff, you're his lover and are gonna
feel that way to keep peace in the family - if for no other reason!" Dad
grinned.

We both protested that wasn't true! Dad held up his hands to silence our
protests.

"Look, guys. I know you think that just because you found each other so
quickly and easily that it works that way for everybody. It don't. Trust me
on this. Ya see, it ain't just whether or not a guy is attracted to me. Not
to blow my own horn - wish I could! - but there have been plenty of those
over the years. But most of them just want to fuck and move on. That's
fine. In most cases I felt the same way. But I ain't found a guy that I'd
be interested in seeing more than a few times. It ain't sex. Sex is the
least of it. I just ain't ever got that certain feeling when I've met a guy
that tells me that I'd like to pursue something beyond just fuckin'. I felt
that with Bobby Lee, almost from the first. But I ain't never felt it
again." Dad said.

"But it could happen, Dad. I still think you've been pushing it away." I
said.

"Well...I thought about what you said last night about that, Mike. And I'll
be the first to admit that you may be right. But I don't know how I stop
doing it because I don't know how I do it to begin with." he said.

"There's a word that you hear a lot, Dad. It's kind of gotten over used
these days, but it still a good word. It's 'closure'. It's bringing
something to an end or recognizing that something has ended. It's over and
you can't change that. No matter what you did or didn't do - it's too late
to change it and you need to bring things to 'closure' and just go on with
your life. Learn a lesson and don't do the same thing next time." I said.

"So you're sayin' I need to bring me and Bobby Lee to closure. I thought I
pretty well done that when I visited his grave." Dad said.

"Maybe you did come to closure on his death but I don't think you did on
your relationship with him. Those are two different things. In your mind,
you're still in love with him. And you're still trying to find some way to
finally tell him that. But you can't because he's gone. But I know he knew,
Dad. Trust me, you would never have to say it to me. I can see it in your
eyes, every time you look at me. Just like I see it in Jeff's eyes whenever
he looks at me. Bobby Lee knew you loved him. And I'll give you proof." I
said.

"Proof? What kind of proof? You didn't even know him!" Dad protested.

"I don't have to. I know guys. God know's I've watched them and studied
them all my life!  When you're attracted to something, you tend to do
that. Okay - here's my proof. Bobby Lee told you - probably more than once
that he loved you, right?" I asked.

"Yeah. He said it a number of times." Dad said.

"Did he ever once ask you if you loved him?" I asked.

Dad looked at me funny and then sat there silent for a long time. I could
see he was thinking - going through his memories. Finally he looked at me.

"No! He never did! Why? What does that prove?" he asked.

At this point, Jeff, who'd been listening to all this, started chuckling!
Dad looked at him, a flash of anger on his face.

"What's so funny?!" Dad growled.

"I'm not laughin' at you!" Jeff said. "But don't you see? Don't you get it?
He never asked because he never had to! He knew! He didn't need to hear you
say it!"

"Bingo! My brilliant lover gets it!" I laughed.

Dad sat there for a few moments, a look of bewilderment on his face.

"You're sayin' that Bobby Lee never asked me because he already knew how I
felt?" Dad asked.

"Exactly. Dad, haven't you ever heard the old saying about don't listen to
what people say, watch what they do? I know that in everything thing you
said, everything you did, every moment you were together, your actions were
screaming out how much you loved him! And I know that, because it's just
like that when you're with me." I smiled gently.

That brought Dad up short! Let him deny that one!

"Yeah, that's true." Dad said sheepishly.

"Just like what you did for me this morning." I said.

"You mean the...well...that was a little different....uhh..." Dad
stuttered.

It was clear that Dad was thinking about us having sex - not what I was
talking about.

"No! Dad! Earlier!" I said.

"What?" he asked, obviously thoroughly confused.

"About school." I said.

"Oh! That!" he said, finally clicking into the right idea.

"What about school?" Jeff asked.

"Jeff, Dad's offered to put me through school. It seems that because I'm a
'service brat', I get reduced tuition and can get help from the Corps as
Dad's son. He can also continue to cover me for medical insurance, just
like he's always done, though - until today - I didn't know it." I said.

"Really?! That's great!" Jeff enthused.

"I mean I'm still gonna need to get a part-time job so that I have money
and something to contribute to things around here, but I'll be able to go
to school after all!" I said.

"Look, Mike, you don't need to get a job. I can take care of us. Really I
can." Jeff protested.

"Jeff, please don't go getting all 'macho' on me! I'm not asking you to
take care of me. I want to be your partner - not your dependent. I want to
have my own money and I want to feel like I'm an equal partner around
here." I said.

Dad started laughing now.

"What?" Jeff and I looked at him together.

"Oh, nothing. Except Mike's right, Jeff. A man's got to feel like he's
pullin' his own weight.  And, since Mike seems to be my son in every other
fuckin' way, he's probably just as stubborn as I am as well about shit like
that!" Dad grinned.

"Yep! Genetics work!" I grinned at Dad.

"Okay! Okay! I give in! Don't I get to help out at all?" Jeff said.

"Oh, you've got the most important job of all, son!" Dad said to Jeff.

"What's that?" Jeff asked.

"You get to keep him happy and feeling loved and supported while he does
it. Best way for a man to tackle any challenge is to know he's loved and
supported - and his nuts are drained on a regular basis!" Dad laughed.

Jeff and I both joined him in laughing.

"Ahh...speaking of draining nuts on a regular basis...I figured that we
could have 'dessert' in the bedroom." I said.

Dad looked at me and then at Jeff. Jeff, on the other hand, looked at Dad
and then me. We were all grinning very horny grins at each other.

"Thought you'd never fuckin' bring that up! I been sittin' here with a
hardon this whole damned time!" Jeff exclaimed.

"Well, we'll just have to go take care of that for you, son!" Dad said.

"Leave the dishes. I'll do them later!" I said and got up and headed for
the bedroom.

Dad and Jeff were right behind me!

The End of Chapter Eight of MARINE HERO

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