Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2002 19:22:32 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND 19

Disclaimer: Usual stuff. This is fiction. Didn't happen to my knowledge.
Some of the parts I hope never does.

This story is dedicated to several people:

My friend Bob in Illinois who's constant love and support over the last few
years has seen me through some very rough times. Thank you, Bob, for always
being there.

My friend Geoff in England who's love and concern saw me through some of
the very rough patches I went through writing this.

My friend Joshua, wherever you are. I promise, Joshua, that I will never
forget.

And last, but NEVER least - to all Gay and Bi-Sexual members of the United
States Marine Corps who continue to serve with bravery and distinction
despite the persecution that they risk.  To me, they are the true Heros.

MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 3
Part 19

The Narrator of the story is now Marine Master Sergeant Eric Meadows -
Troy's father.

By RimPig (c) 2002

When I awoke a few hours later, I was alone. I had no idea where Matt had
gone. At first I was worried. I was still a bit freaked from earlier and
what I had done to him. I still had trouble believing it had happened at
all. I lay there in the bed, I could still smell the scent of his sweat. I
had almost drifted off to sleep again when I heard a key in the door to the
room. I looked up and Matt was there, six-pack of beer and a bag that
wreaked of the smell of friend hamburgers and onions.

"Hey, there, sleepyhead! You hungry?" he asked.

I was starved! All this sex was really giving me an appetite!

"Fuck, yeah!" I said.

"I found a place that makes what looks like really good cheeseburgers and I
got french fries and some more beer." He said, plopping down on the bed
next to me.

He leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth.

"Gotta keep up your strength!" he laughed.

I dragged him down on top of me and kissed him again. I never wanted this
weekend to end! I'd never felt this way in my life about somebody. I
couldn't get enough of Matt. He was like an addiction and I was a major
addict! My hands moved over his body but his clothes got in the way.

"You got too many fuckin' clothes on, boy! The uniform of the day is skin!"
I drawled.

He laughed and jumped up off the bed. He was naked and back in my arms in
moments. That was more like it! My hands started stroking all up and down
his body. I especially loved the feel of his soft, smooth ass in my
hands. Since discovering the wonders of Matt's ass, I had definitely turned
into an 'ass-man'. I loved to touch it, lick it, suck it and fuck it! I
guess I even loved fisting it, but I would leave that alone for a while. I
still thought it a might more dangerous than the way I liked to play.

Matt groaned at my touch and shoved his groin into mine. We were both hard,
as usual. Fuck! I couldn't get within 10 feet of Matt without my cock going
on the rail! And he wasn't any different. We obviously had it bad for each
other and, to me, that was good. I'd hate to feel this way about somebody
and not have that feeling returned. I kissed him deeply as my fingers
dipped into the trench of his ass and slowly began to gently stroke up and
down.

"I thought you said you were hungry?" he asked, smiling as he pulled his
mouth away from mine.

"I am. I was just checking out dessert. You know what they say, 'Life is
uncertain, eat dessert first!" I laughed.

"Well, I don't care what 'they' say! We need nourishment or we won't have
the strength for dessert!" he laughed back.

"Ok! Bring it on!" I said.

He grabbed the burgers and fries and we ate on the bed. The cheeseburgers
were good! Hot and greasy just like they ought to be. I washed them down
with a couple of beers. After that, I had to piss so I got off the bed to
head to the bathroom.

"Where ya goin'?" Matt asked, his eye holding he hint of devilment in them.

"I gotta take a piss." I said, not thinking of anything else.

The look he gave me stopped me dead in my tracks. Oh, fuck! He wanted to
play again. Well, I was up for it! I certainly had the 'ammunition' for it!
So, why not. It was fun the first time. But this time we played by my
rules! In the shower only!

"Ok, come on!" I said to him and he hopped off the bed and followed me
naked into the shower.

Once in the shower, I turned and thought I'd gotten the 'drop' on him as I
fired of a burst of piss wetting down his midsection before he even had a
chance to grab his cock. I kept on pissing and then I got quite a shock!
Rather than firing back at me, he sank to his knees and allowed my piss to
bathe him completely. He was moaning at the feeling of my hot piss covering
his body and I could see his cock was hard and he was stroking it, using my
piss as lube! This was so fucking hot! Watching him being covered in my
piss started giving me a hard on as well! But what he did next just about
blew my mind! He leaned forward and put his lips around my pissing cock and
started drinking my fuckin' piss!

I didn't know what in the fuck to do! I just stood there, watching him
drink from my pissing cock! I didn't think this could be a healthy thing to
do, but it felt so fucking good AND looked so fucking hot, I just couldn't
bring myself to stop him. What I think really turned me on about it was the
look in Matt's eyes. He was looking up, his dark eyes boring straight into
mine, as he took all the piss I had to give. It was a look that was so
incredibly hot and horny and yet was also filled with love and desire. As
my piss ran out, my cock got completely hard almost instantly.  Matt
continued to hold my cock in his mouth as it grew and once hard he began
sucking it. I put my hand behind his head, which was dripping with my piss
from where I'd covered him earlier, and pulled his mouth to my groin,
making my cock slide down his throat. I moaned at the tightness as my cock
entered his throat and the muscles massaged the head and upper shaft of my
hard rod.

I began to slowly fuck Matt's face. He evidently wasn't into slow because
he grabbed my butt cheeks and started pulling and pushing me in an out of
his mouth in a harder and faster rhythm. I was more than happy to oblige
him and began to really ream out his throat, ramming my cock in and out of
his mouth - really fucking his face.

"Yeah! Suck my cock! Eat my mutherfuckin' cock! Take that meat down your
throat!" I moaned as Matt continued to do just that.

My orgasm seemed to start in the tip of my toes and move up until I was
shooting cum down his eager throat by the gallon! I screamed out the
explosion that was going on in my balls.

"FUCK, YEAH! EAT MY CUM! SUCK MY JUICE! I'M CCCCUUUUUMMMMIIIINNNGG!" I
screamed as I shot load after load of hot balljuice down his throat.

Matt just held on and swallowed it all, never missing a drop - the same way
that he had drunk all of my piss. I was still wondering about my reaction
to that! It certainly was hot! After a while, Matt released my cock from
his mouth and stood up. I took him in my arms and kissed him deeply. He
shared some of my cum with me, as usual, but I also could taste my piss in
his mouth.  It wasn't a bad taste at all, it was salty but also a little
sweet.

"Matt, are you sure it's ok to do that?" I asked.

"I drank my bother's piss all the time! Never hurt me. Well...except for
the time that Bryan - that's my oldest brother - ate some asparagus. His
piss and cum stank for days and they tasted horrible!!! My other brother,
Trace, and me told Bryan if he ever ate asparagus again, neither one of us
was ever going to suck him off for the rest of his life! Needless to say,
he never did that again!" Matt laughed.

"God! It was hot! I've never felt anything like it! But it really freaked
me out at first!" I said.

"I kind of figured it would, but I also figured you could handle it. You've
handled so much new for you already." he smiled.

"Well, I can handle it because it's you I'm doin' it with." I said,
tenderly.

"And I wouldn't do any of them except for how I feel about you." he said as
his mouth sought mine again.

We stood there sucking face with each other for a long time. When we
finally came up for air, I looked at him and smiled.

"Well, I guess that fucks up our piss fight. I'm out of ammo." I grinned.

"I'm not!" he gave me an grin with an evil look in his eyes.

I didn't know that I was going to do it. I shocked the shit outa myself
because the next thing I knew I was on my knees in the shower and looking
up at Matt, my eyes begging him to bathe me in his hot piss, just like I'd
done to him. He smiled at me, took his cock in his hand and let fly!  The
first jet of piss hit me in the chest. Again I was astounded by the force
with which his piss flew out of his dick. He played the piss all over my
chest, especially hitting my tits. Then he moved the stream downward to
where it was soaking my cock and balls. It felt good and my cock was rising
to full hardness again from the feeling of the hot piss flowing all over my
pubic hair and dripping off my hairy balls.

He moved the stream back up my body until he was hitting the top of my
chest. I knew he was giving me a choice but I could tell that his stream
was starting to slow and I had to make my mind up fast. I looked up at him
again and I could see the love in his eyes. I knew this was not something
that I had to do. He would understand if I didn't. But I also could see
that he would be so happy and pleased if I did. Giving it no more thought,
I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his cockhead, allowing his piss
to stream into my mouth. It flowed in faster than I expected and I almost
got too much to swallow before I hastily did so. I kept gulping down his
piss which, thankfully, was beginning to noticeably slow down. The taste
wasn't very strong, we'd each had too many beers for it to be. It was salty
and sweet. I looked up into Matt's eyes again as I knelt there drinking his
piss. The look in his eyes was one of total love and devotion for me. I
felt so good! I couldn't believe that I was on my knees, drinking another
man's piss, and I was feeling SO GOOD! It was just like swallowing his
cum. It was like taking part of him inside of me.

His piss ended and his cock began to harden in my mouth. I quickly began to
suck on it, knowing that he was not far from blowing his load. His balls
were already held tight to the bottom of his cock shaft and seemed primed
to give me a large protein injection. I relaxed and let his cock head slip
into my throat and moaned at the feeling of him fucking my face. I loved to
see the power of his hips and groin as it crashed against me, time after
time. All too soon, however, he had reached the point of no return.

"God! Yes! Take my load! Suck my cock! I can't take it!
FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!" he screamed as his cock began unloading volley after
volley of his sweet cum into my mouth.

I swallowed it down, holding just a little in my mouth. As soon as I nursed
out of his cock all that was going to come, I stood and took him in my arms
and kissed him deeply, sharing his cum with him. We were both wet, covered
in each other's piss but as we stood there, I could feel it drying on me. I
didn't particularly feel like washing it off either. I was like we had
'marked' each other.  We were each other's 'territory'. We belonged to each
other is a very special way.

"Well, we've sucked down each other's cum. Taken each other's cum up the
ass, we're covered in each other's piss and we've each drank some of that
down as well. I guess all that's left is to cut our wrists and become
'blood brothers'!" I grinned at Matt.

"If it's alright with you, I think we can skip that one. Don't care much
for the sight of blood myself." Matt said.

"Holy, fuck! And you a Marine! Whatcha gonna do about all the blood and
guts out there on the battlefield, boy?" I asked, laughing.

"Well, I just kind of figured I try and ignore it. Especially if it was
mine!" he said.

Matt leaned over to start the shower and I stopped his hand. He looked at
me questioningly. I just grabbed him and pulled him up straight and then
lifted his arm and stuck my nose right in his hairy pit. I snorted loudly
as I drank in all the ripe scent of his sweat, male musk and my drying
piss. It was a heady mixture and a whole fuck of a lot more arousing than
those sweet fucking perfumes they try to sell men by making them think that
a guy's natural scent is offensive. Matt was far from offensive to me! My
cock was half hard again just from the scent of him. I moaned out my
appreciation for how hot he smelled.

"I take it you're not interested in a shower right now." Matt grinned.

"Nope. I think you smell wonderful! And I might want to bury my nose in
your butt and I want it to smell like you - not soap." I told him.

He laughed and, taking my hand, dragged me back to the bed. We fell into
the bed and I did push him down on his stomach and get behind him and bury
my face in his butt again. Then I fucked him and he ended up fucking
me. The rest of the night and all the next day before we had to go back to
the base was spent like this. I have no fucking idea how many times I
came. Nor how many loads of Matt's cum I took up my ass or down my
throat. Nor how many loads of piss we splashed on each other. I do know I
didn't fist him again. That was still a little too much for me.  But I knew
we'd do it again sometime.

Going back to base was hard because we knew that all of this had to come to
an end. We could never let anyone know what we did together or how we felt
about each other. Not until we were out of the Corps - and that was a long
time off. As we got ready to leave the motel room. I took Matt into my arms
one last time. I kissed him deeply. Then I pulled back and looked into his
beautiful dark eyes.

"I'm only going to say this once. I'm a man of few words and this kind of
thing makes me uncomfortable. But I think you deserve to know a couple of
things. First of all, I love you. And I ain't never said those words to
another human being I wasn't related to before. Second of all, I don't know
how you feel about it, but I want to somehow spend the rest of my life with
you. I don't exactly know how to do that, but I figure if you want the same
thing, we'll find a way." I said.

It was, by far, the most difficult thing I'd ever said in my life. But I
did feel that Matt deserved to know from my own lips just how I felt about
him. Matt looked at me and his dark eyes softened and I could swear I saw
the glistening with tears but none fell. He reached up and gently stroked
my cheek with the back of his hand.

"I love you Eric Meadows. I love you so fuckin' much it hurts. Want to
spend my life with you?  Fuck, you just try and get rid of me! You try to
run and I'll hunt you down like a dog!" he said and then he kissed me, hard
and hot.

We almost didn't make it back to base on time because that kiss led to yet
another fuck session on that over used bed. But we did make it. When we got
there, however, we were in for a surprise.  The D.I. met us at the barracks
door and told us to pack our gear that we were moving out.  Seems the next
pack of wet-behind-the-ears baby Marine's had shown up and we were being
moved out to another barracks for final orders. So Matt and I gathered our
stuff and reported to the Transient Barracks, where Marines in transit
awaited orders.

The great thing about this barracks was that it wasn't dormitory style. It
was all two man rooms and, wonders of wonders, there were actual locks on
the doors! Matt and I were assigned a room together and both given keys. We
got to the room and I immediately locked the door and we just stood there
for a moment, laughing our ass off at what the Marine Corps had just
unknowingly done for us! Then we grabbed each other and kissed deeply.

That night we slept together in one of the single beds. Now if you ever
want to know if you're truly in love with somebody, try sleeping with them
in a single bed! If it weren't for the fact that we slept wrapped in each
other's arms, we never would have been able to stay in the bed! It
certainly wasn't designed for two men of our size. But we hardly
noticed. The warmth of each other's bodies, the scent and the feel, were so
inviting to us that we were lost in each other and soon asleep. We didn't
even fuck that first night. We'd already just about fucked ourselves out
over that weekend. I don't know about Matt, but even my 18 year old balls
were hurting from all the times I came in him.

This, of course, did not preclude me from waking up before reveille and
fucking the shit outa him!  Fuck no! By the next morning we were good to
go, randy and ready for each other. I spent some time with my face buried
between his tight, muscular buns and then my cock just slid home up his
hole and I fucked him like there was no tomorrow. We both got off at the
same time with the only difference being that we had to do the whole thing
silently! That was hard, but we managed.  When we were done, I sucked my
cum out of Matt's butt and shared it with him.

"I haven't had to keep that quiet since I was a little kid!" Matt said.

"Well, if we want to keep doin' this to each other, we have to be quiet so
that nobody else knows what's goin' on! Think of it as training for covert
actions!" I said, laughing quietly.

"Fuck! If we can to this silently, covert actions will be no trouble at
all!" he laughed as well.

We were stuck in that barracks for three weeks waiting for our orders to
arrive. We were to learn that the bureaucracy in the Marine Corps was just
like every other bureaucracy - slow. We already knew that we were bound for
advanced weapons training. Seems like Matt and I had done really well
during boot-camp at weapons training. Better in fact than anyone else in
our barracks or any other barracks for that matter. Our D.I. told us that
much after 'graduation'. It didn't surprise me none. I'd had a squirrel gun
in my hand and was huntin' in the hills around our home almost since I
could walk. Matt had been raised the same way.

We took advantage of that three weeks of what was called TDD - Temporary
Detached Duty.  This basically meant you were in limbo. The only one we had
to answer to was the OD, the Officer of the Day, who basically could care
less about us or what we did. As long as we made morning formation which
was basically for roll-call to make sure you were still there and not AWOL,
Absent Without Official Leave, we were pretty much left to our own
devices. Matt and I spent all of our time together, talking and really
getting to know each other. Talking about our families, our home towns, how
we grew up. It was like I could tell you Matt's whole life by the end of
the first week and he could tell you mine. What was amazing to us was how
much alike we were - except for the fact that he grew up with brothers and
I didn't.

My mom died during child-birth and my old man never remarried. Pop was
always good to me, but he never really saw me as a kid. Kind of more like a
younger brother. He basically let me grow up, making my own mistakes and
handling my own problems. He'd be there for me with advice if I asked for
it, but he wasn't the kind to go pokin' into your life. I guess he just
figured that I would either make it or not. And I made it. I always felt
like he loved me, but he just didn't know how to show it. I guess, at the
time, I was the same way. I found out later that I needed to change that
part of me. But it wasn't easy.

Thank God for Matt! It was from him that I really learned how to love
somebody. Oh, I quickly learned how to 'make love' to him! But that wasn't
the end of it. Hell! That wasn't even the beginning of it! The way Matt
cared about me, took my feelings and needs into consideration along with
(not instead of) his own. The thousands of little ways that he let me know
that he loved me. The gentle touch when no one was looking, that look in
his dark eyes that told me that I was his world, all these things sent
fuckin' chills through me! At first it all made me very uncomfortable
because I couldn't understand it. Matt wasn't a girl and he didn't act like
one. He was all man, but he certainly showed me a different way that a man
could love other than the basically emotionally constipated way that I'd
grown up with.

The only time that I could remember Pop ever hugging me was when I left for
the Marine Corps.  Pop had encouraged me to go. Said I was better off
getting out of them hills and away from the small town I'd been raised
in. He wanted me to out into the larger world and really be able to make a
living, not scratching and scrimping all my life the way he had
done. That's why he insisted that I not only go to school, but get good
grades. The only time that Pop would take a strap to my ass was if I came
home with less than "A's" on my report card. I didn't get the strap very
many times the whole time I was in school. In fact, I was the
'Salutatorian' of the Senior class when I graduated - 2nd in my class
academically.

Now, don't get me wrong! I was no fuckin' book-worm or something. I was
also quarterback of the football team and Captain of the wrestling team. I
was popular with both the guys and the girls in High School. I just wasn't
very happy there, but I was too busy most of the time to notice it. I knew
something was missing from my life, but I didn't know what. I found out
what was missing when I met Matt. You see, not only had I never had sex, I
never had a close friend either.  I was basically a loner, just like Pop. I
spent most of any free time I had out in the woods, a shot gun or a rifle
in my hand, by myself. I guess there was, down deep inside of me, the idea
that I was not like the other guys I knew. That something was different
about me. But I really had no idea what it was.

When I met Matt, that all seemed to change. It was like I recognized in
him, somehow, the same 'difference' that was in me. If I'd understood it at
all, at the time, I would have realized that it was like Matt and I were
'made' for each other. Matt was that 'missing piece' that I'd been
searching for without know what or where to look. And the most beautiful
thing about it is that I seemed to be the same for him. I fulfilled a
'missing piece' in Matt's life, too.

Matt had grown up with two brothers, both older. He'd learn to have sex
with them at an early age. It seems his older brother, Bryan, was rather
precocious sexually and had a real 'kinky' side to him. He'd been the one
who initiated the "piss games" with his brothers. He'd had both his
brothers sucking his cock and taking his cock up their asses before they
were 10. Bryan later loved to have both Trace and Matt fuck him after he
fucked both of them. He also was into ass eating and taught both boys how
to 'service' his butt. All in all, it was a pretty randy three-some.  But
for Matt there was, like me, something missing. Bryan and Trace both were
now grown and married with children, both being eight and six years older
than Matt respectively. But Matt didn't want that. Matt was not the least
bit interested in having children of his own. Matt knew by the time he was
a sophomore in high school that he was not interested in women at all. He
was attracted to other guys.

He, of course, hid that from everyone in school. He dated just like I
had. And, just like me, was glad that he was never put in the position of
actually having to go all the way with a girl - or much of 'the way' at
all. He couldn't approach other guys, however, especially not on the
football and wrestling teams (yeah! Just like me!) that he played on. Of
course, for most of the time, he did have his brothers to have sex with,
but they were both getting older and heading off into marriage.  Matt's
last two years in high school were lonely and frustrating for him. That's
when he made the decision for himself to join the Marines. It was those
"The Few, The Proud" commercials that got to him! Just like they had me.

It had broken his parents hearts when he did. They had wanted him to get a
scholarship and go to the state university, but Matt, while he was a good
student, wasn't a 'great' one. He wasn't offered a scholarship and his
parents couldn't afford to send him. Matt figured he'd join the Corps and
then get an education on the G.I. Bill when he got out. He was, just like
me, determined not to end up living in the same small, hick town that he'd
come from.

When we met, it really 'rocked' both our worlds. But for different
reasons. Matt found what he had been looking for in me, I found what I
didn't know I was looking for in him. Everything seemed to be perfect
except for one fly in the ointment. It was something I was having
difficulty talking to Matt about. It was my desire to have a son. I knew
that the only way that could happen was I would have to get married - to a
woman. Since I didn't really know any, and I wasn't much interested in
women, I didn't know exactly how that was ever going to happen. And I
figured it would upset Matt if it did. I got the feeling like Matt really
wanted us to be 'married' to each other. Now, in some ways that was ok with
me. But in other ways it made me really uncomfortable. I didn't know
anything about 'Gay life'. The only queers I'd ever seen were a couple of
very effeminate guys who basically lived through hell in our high school. I
wasn't anything like that and neither was Matt. I just couldn't understand
where we fit into everything.

So, I basically kept my mouth shut where my desire for a son was
concerned. It was the only thing I ever kept from Matt. I later wished I
hadn't been so stupid. I ended up hurting him really badly without meaning
to. But that was in the future.

Right now, we had nothing but time to spend together. I look back on those
three weeks as the happiest, most carefree period of my life. Because we
were on TDD, getting a pass to go into town only really consisted of
signing out at the guard station. You had to be back by reveille, but Matt
and I weren't really going into town. We'd found these woods outside the
base which had a creek-fed pond it in. We go tramping through the woods and
lay for hours beside the pond, sometimes going skinny dipping and even
making love to each other in the warm afternoon sun.  Nobody ever disturbed
us and the woods were so much like the one's we both grew up in, it was
like being young boys together.

In the woods, near the pond was where we also continued our "piss fights",
really wetting each other down with our 'weapons' until we fell laughing
into each others arms and then into the pond. We did acquire the habit of
taking showers in the barrack's communal shower very late at night when
everyone else was asleep. We were allowed to do this, it's just that most
guys didn't.  It allowed us to shower together and gently wash each other,
which was still a sensual delight to both of us. We also played some of our
games there as well, but we had to be more careful than out in the
woods. Luckily we never even came close to getting caught. We were always
careful to mess up both beds in our room, though we continued to only share
one, sleeping wrapped in each other's arms.

Every weekend we would go into town to that same motel at which we'd first
made love to each other. We'd spend the whole weekend in the room,
drinking, eating and fucking until our balls ached! Sometimes we'd watch a
football game, lying there in each other's arms. It was the most incredible
feeling to be there alone with him, sharing a football game as good buddies
and then sharing our bodies with each others at two people completely in
love with each other. Sometimes, we were like little boys together,
wrestling on the bed and floor. And then, there were also the piss
fights. We laughed and joked with each other and then we would kiss gently
all over each other's body. I did make one change in my ways while we were
together on those weekends, I took the time, screwed up my courage and made
sure that at least once during the weekend I told Matt how much I loved
him. Surprisingly, it started to become much easier over the time we had
together. I lost the embarrassment that I went through telling another guy
something so intensely personal and intimate. Matt was definitely having an
effect on me.

Matt never had any trouble telling me how he felt about me. But he also
knew that, at first, I was uncomfortable with him telling me that he loved
me. I cannot believe, looking back, that I could have ever been so young
and stupid as to feel uncomfortable because somebody - anybody! - loved me!
But as I became more comfortable with expressing how I felt to him, Matt
began to let me know that his heart was mine, along with his body and
soul. I also am ashamed that, at the time, I took this so much for granted
and ended up hurting Matt until I learned how precious love is and how rare
it truly is.

I came to understand that, despite what I had been taught growing up by my
peers, there was no shame in loving another male. The hardest part was
saying it. That made it real, but it also did something else - it made
things risky. I guess because of the testosterone that was flowing through
my body which I could thank for being as muscular and as horny as I was and
am, I could also thank it for giving me such a competitive nature where
other males were concerned. But that's where the problem lay. To say you
love somebody - especially another male - makes you very vulnerable. The
worst part of that is, you're making yourself vulnerable to the very member
of your species with which you're supposed to be in competition. No one
wants to be a vulnerable to a competitor.

I had to learn, the hard way, that it was my own insecurity - my fear of
being hurt, being made 'less of a man' - that kept me from opening up and
fully experiencing love in my life. I began to understand Pop more. He'd
evidently loved my mom very deeply. Her death when I was born was a
tremendous blow to him. A blow he never recovered from. He would never
again allow him self to be so vulnerable as to be hurt that
badly. Somewhere inside of him, must have been tremendous hate and anger at
me for causing the death of the woman that he loved. He must have felt
tremendous guilt, as well, for causing the pregnancy that killed her. All
this was locked up inside him, however. It never got out. I never saw any
of it. I knew he loved me in some way, but he never said it. I guess he
figured that if he'd said it, I'd somehow manage to die or leave him, too.

That left me needing love really bad. But that was a vulnerability I
couldn't admit to myself, either. Then Matt came along. He got through all
of my defenses without even trying. In fact, it was because he didn't try
that he was so successful. He gently let me find my own way towards my
feelings and was just there for me. I think he knew from the beginning what
I needed and he gave it to me, in small doses that I could handle.

I've heard women say that "all men are dogs!" or "all men are pigs!"
because male tend to not express their emotions in any way. What these
women fail to realize is that "all men are scared shitless!" when it comes
to emotions. We're taught all our lives this stupid crap about how we're
not supposed to be vulnerable, that being vulnerable means being less of a
man. We're taught that love is for women. We don't really need love. Most
people think that wild, out of control young males need 'discipline' and
'civilizing'. What they really need is a fuck of a lot of love and someone
to tell them that it's ok to feel love both for someone and from
someone. And most of the time, it needs to be another male that tells it to
them. If not their Dads, then another male, older and wiser, who can help
the boy learn that being a man really means being strong enough to allow
himself to be vulnerable.

I didn't have that in my life until I met Matt. Matt wasn't older than me,
but he was a great deal wiser. I somehow recognized that from the
beginning. I never felt like I was 'in charge' of us. I never felt like he
was either. But just as I ended up looking to him to lead me in the area of
sexuality, so it was that I looked to him to learn about love. I just
didn't learn all the lessons fast enough. There was still too much crap I
had to work out within myself.

Our orders did come through finally and we were both shipped off for
Advanced Weapons Training. This was a three month course leading to
certification. Again, our luck held. It was a barracks with two man rooms,
with doors that locked. We continued to sleep every night in each other's
arms. And we continued to spend weekends together at a small motel near the
base which we found. This one, however, was a little 'mom and pop' motel
made up of individual cabins. At first, the owners were somewhat reluctant
to rent to two Marines - especially two such big Marines! We assured them
that we were not going to tear the place up and we even put up a deposit
the first time to help convince them of our trustworthiness. They put us in
the end cabin, as far away as they could, which was just fine with us. We
knew that when we made love to each other it was sometimes very noisy.

After that first weekend, we never had to put up another deposit and the
owners of the little motel seemed always glad to see us. I don't know if
they realized what was going on or not, but they had to know that we were
at least sleeping together as there was only one large bed in the room.
Perhaps they just didn't care so long as we paid in cash and didn't wreck
the place. We did start to do things with each other like go out to dinner
and go to movies. At first that felt really strange to me. It was almost
like the dates I used to have with girls back in high school except at the
end of the evening, I got laid! But more importantly, unlike all those
dates - this time I was enjoying myself! I was with someone I wanted to be
with - not someone I knew I 'ought' to be with. More importantly, though I
couldn't ever tell anyone who Matt really was to me, I took inordinate
pride in the fact that this really beautiful, gentle guy wanted to be with
me! I had the typical male reaction that I wanted to show him off to every
body. The strangest thing was the night we sat talking back at the motel
and Matt hesitantly confessed to me that one of the things that he liked
most about our going out together was that he got to show me off!

We didn't know what was going to happen after our training. We hoped that
we would get posted together. Of course there was not telling whether or
not that would happen. The last weekend of our training, we spent the
entire time in the motel, only calling out for delivery of food and
beer. We spent that weekend making love to each other like it would be the
last time because we didn't know if it would be or not. It was during that
weekend that I truly came to realize, after the three months we had
together, how much I truly did love Matt and how much I needed him in my
life. I was even able to tell him some of it. I couldn't get it all out, I
hadn't come that far yet, but I think he truly understood. That was one of
the great things about being in love with another male - the
understanding. So many things I didn't need to say because Matt already
knew, just by looking at me, what I was feeling and thinking.

The final week we found out that we were both, along with one other member
of our training class, had been chosen to go on to 'Sniper' school. This
was very specialized weapons training.  Basically, we were going to be
trained to kill. Not just wholesale, like on a battlefield, not even
necessarily in combat. We were going to be trained to kill accurately and
specifically. We were to become the closest thing that the Marine Corps had
to assassins.

At first this bothered Matt because he wasn't sure that he could
cold-bloodedly kill another man. I reminded him that anyone we would be
asked to kill would be a threat to our comrades or to our country. That was
enough for him. I guess it's 'old fashioned' and 'out-of-style' to talk
about patriotism. I personally hate the fact that patriotism has been
'stolen' as a virtue by the very assholes who don't know what the fuck they
are being patriotic about. The very people who try to limit the freedom of
others, claim to believe in the freedom that this country offers! What a
bunch of crap!

I know a lot of Gay guys see patriotism as meaningless to them. I
understand that. When you live under a government which doesn't, for the
most part, accept that you are a human being with the rights that all other
human beings have - like "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" and
you are forced to live 2nd class lives - never being allowed to marry the
person that you love, never being able to openly serve your country - this
can really rankle! But the fact of the matter is, there are worse places to
be Gay in this world than in the USA. And though there are better, things
in this country are getting better all the time for Gay people. More and
more cities, counties and states are passing 'Gay Rights' laws and
'Domestic Partnership' laws. Major corporations are leading the way in this
fight for equal opportunity.

To Matt and me, patriotism was just something that was kind of born in
us. We felt the responsibility to defend our homes and families as part of
what made us Americans. And maybe that sounds stupid and old fashioned - so
be it. As we are taught, from boot-camp on as Marines, the Marine Corps has
three "Core Values". They are: Honor, Courage and Commitment. For Matt and
me, the three values were part of our whole upbringing. They were why we
became Marines but they were also intensely personal. They were what we
gave to each other. I know that we would rather die than face dishonor
before each other. And, without doubt, it took real courage for us to
create a relationship in the face of the incredible barriers to such a
relationship both in society and in the Marine Corps. But our commitment to
each other was total. We knew that we would always love each other but,
above all, we would always be there for one another.

This training was twice as long - six months. During which a lot of guys
washed out and were sent back to units. Matt and I realized that as long as
we didn't wash out, we could stay together.  That's all it took. We buckled
down and became the two topped ranked 'snipers' in the training
class. Again, we shared a single room together and slept in each other's
arms every night. We found another motel - a nicer one, this time, with a
pool and a small coffee shop - where we spent our weekends. A lot of the
guys in the training class thought that we were great 'rivals' for the 'top
spot' in class. They would have passed out if they ever found out that
neither one of us was the least bit interested in which one of us was 'on
top'! In fact, all we cared about is that we didn't wash out so that we
wouldn't be sent to separate units.

As the six months drew to a close, we became really concerned about what
was going to happen to us. We knew that there was no more weapons training
available. Once we were 'snipers' we were at the top of the heap. No where
to go but to a combat unit. And what we didn't realize at the time, is that
snipers are not sent to units together. We were fucked! That last weekend
together was the most miserable weekend I'd ever spent with Matt. Neither
one of us wanted to talk about what was going to happen but we didn't have
any choice. We knew that we were going to be parted and perhaps for a long
time - maybe as much as a year or more. We both admitted that neither one
of us was great letter writers, but there were telephones and we would find
ways to keep in touch with each other.

The only good thing that came out of this was that before we were sent to
units, we were both given one month's accrued leave. We decided to spend it
together. Matt's family wanted him to come home, of course. And since we
lived so close together, Matt and I rented a car and drove first to my home
where I introduced Matt to my Pop and took him around town and showed him
where I went to school and stuff like that. Then I took him out into the
woods with me, where I would spend days alone. It was wonderful having Matt
there with me. It was like all of those questions about myself and the
doubts had all been answered in Matt and I was bringing him back to the
place where all the doubts and questions could now be laid to rest. I even
took him up to my momma's grave. I always hated that her date of death was
my birthday.  Matt saw it another way. He said that she loved me so much
that she gave her own life that I could have mine. And, Matt reminded me,
that Jesus had said that "greater love than this no man has that he would
lay down his life for his friends.". For the first time in my life, I cried
on Matt's shoulder when he told me this.

We spent a few days there and one night, after Matt had gone to bed and Pop
and I were sitting there just talking, he looked at me and he said the
strangest thing.

"That's a damn good man you found for a friend, son. Don't you ever let him
get away from you.  Otherwise, you'll regret it all of your life."

I was shocked by Pops words and all I did was mumble back that I certainly
would do everything to keep from losing Matt. But over the years, I've
pondered those words more and more. It has become evident to me that
somehow Pop knew the nature of Matt and my's relationship. More than that,
he seemed to speak from personal experience as to the regret at the loss of
a relationship with someone like Matt. Now, he might have been referring to
his loss of my mother, but I don't think so. I think Pop may have had
someone in his life before her and perhaps that someone was male. I have no
way of knowing because not long after our visit, Pop died of a heart
attack. Only 47 years old but that's the way in poor areas. Men die young.

We went then to visit Matt's family. What a difference! Now I knew why Matt
had so much less trouble being affectionate with me and openly saying how
much he cared for me. The love in his home, especially from his mom and
dad, was overwhelming. They hugged and kissed Matt with no apparent
embarrassment and he returned their affection just as naturally. It even
got showered on me as Matt's 'friend'. I again got the feeling that somehow
his parents knew the nature of our relationship. Part of this belief came
from our visits with Matt's two older brothers, both of whom came for
dinner with their wives and kids. At no time were any questions asked of
Matt by anyone in the family as to "Do you have a girlfriend?" or "When are
you going to get married and settle down?".  Nor did his mother ever once
mention any eligible girls in the town that Matt might like to date.  Now,
I knew that these were perfectly normal, family questions to be asked, but
they never were. On top of that, I was welcomed and treated as one of the
family.

And then, there were the sleeping accommodations. We were put into Matt's
room even though there was a guest room. And Matt's room had only a double
bed so it was obvious that we would have to sleep together. Nothing was
ever even mentioned. It was just assumed that we would both be staying
there and that we would quite naturally sleep in the same bed. I also
noticed that neither his mother or father ever set foot into Matt's room
unless invited. They would knock and wait for one of us to answer. They saw
us many times in that bed together but never said a word.  Of course, we
always made sure that they never saw us in each other's arms, but still, it
all seemed very strange to me.

I asked Matt about it late one night as we lay in the bed in which he'd
spent his last two lonely frustrated years of high school. He told me that
he had never 'come out' to his parents but that they had never pushed him
to date or anything like that. He told me he thought they had some inkling
of what had gone on with him and his brothers as they were growing up. In
fact, he said, they seemed to have been most shocked when Bryan (his oldest
brother) got married. They must have figured that, as the probable
instigator of all the fraternal orgies, he would be the one that would end
up liking guys. But when Bryan and then Trace married, his parents just
seemed to look on Matt a little differently.

"Do you think they have any idea about us?" I asked Matt.

"Well, I think they do. But, at the same time, I think they're also
somewhat reluctant to even think about it. I think what they're doing is
focusing on the fact that I'm their son and they love me - no matter
what. And you're obviously someone who is very, very important to me and so
that's how their treating you. I don't think they want to know the actual
nature of our relationship or any details." he smiled.

"Good! 'Cause I sure don't want to have to give them any!" I laughed. "But
what about your brothers?"

"Well, when they were over here, I caught both of them really looking you
over. I think that both of them are jealous as hell!" he laughed. "You see,
I think that Bryan and Trace are still sneaking off and getting it on
together. I think they both really prefer males, but they're scared of what
would happen if folks around here found that out. So that's why they got
married. But just the looks I caught them giving you and some looks I
caught between them, I'm almost positive that those two are still gettin'
it on together."

"Do you think they'll say anything to your parents?" I asked.

"Nope! They got too many questions they wouldn't like to have to answer to
bring up shit about somebody else's life! After all, I wasn't the one that
introduced them to sex! They're both too scared about what I could tell
about them." Matt laughed.

We again employed our 'covert operations' while we were staying with his
parents. I don't know if they heard us making love or not but we did
everything we could not to disconcert them or make them uncomfortable. But
it was hard on us. We couldn't touch each other unless we were in Matt's
room or out in the woods togther.

Matt, of course, introduced me to 'his' woods. And we spent hours rambling
through them and stopping in quiet glens to hold and kiss each other. There
was an old log that Matt said he used to sit against and dream of having
someone there with him. Of course, we sat there every time we went into
those woods, living out Matt's wish each time. We had sex in those woods
every afternoon. I kind of got the feeling his parents knew what we were up
to because every afternoon we would head to those woods together just to
"take a walk".

After about a week with his parents, we decided that we would go up to
Charleston, South Carolina. A beautiful, old port city on the Atlantic
Ocean. I'd never seen the ocean but Matt had been there before with his
parents. We drove up and found this incredible old Victorian bed and
breakfast. The place was owned by two older males who were obviously Gay
and either were or had been lovers. We found out later that they were still
lovers and had been together for over 35 years! They gave must have
recognized what Matt and I were to each other as well because they gave us
the most beautiful room that they had at less than half the price they
usually charged.  Ostensibly because we were "service boys"!

The room was on the second floor and had a covered balcony that over looked
the beautiful gardens which surrounded the house. The bed was a large
canopy bed and the room was filled with beautiful antiques. Neither Matt or
I had ever been in such a place in our lives and at first, felt a little
uncomfortable. But we grew used to it quickly - especially since it had
it's own private bath which had both a shower big enough to hold both of us
and a Jacuzzi!

While the room came with breakfast, the owners also had a 'tea' every
afternoon with coffee, tea and even cocktails if you wanted. One of them
baked delicious muffins, cakes and breads for the tea and clearly loved
entertaining. Because we got there on a Monday and it wasn't 'season',
there were no other guest scheduled until the following weekend. This
allowed us to get to know the two owners over tea that first afternoon. The
were named Charles and Merle. They were both born and raised in Charleston
but had actually met when they were both in the Army in the early part of
the Viet Nam conflict. They were drawn to each other the way that Matt and
I had been drawn to each other and had been together ever since. We told
them that we were active duty Marines who were on leave and that we had met
in boot-camp about ten months before. They were both thrilled, they told
us, to have 'newly-weds' as guests and that their guess about us being
lovers had been correct.

"I told you, Merle! I saw the way they looked at each other and I just
knew!" Charles said.

"I'm surprised that your vision got high enough to see their eyes when you
were looking at them!" Merle jibed him, smiling at his lover.

Charles went a bright shade of red and both Matt and I started laughing.

"I understand, Charles!" Matt said lauging. "He is one good-looking
son-of-a-bitch, isn't he? The first time I laid eyes on him, I said to
myself, 'Now that's one hot stud!'".

"Well, there's nothing hard on the eyes about you either, son!" Merle said
to Matt.

Now it was Matt's turn to blush. I reached over and put my arms around him
and kissed him.  Then I froze. I'd just hugged and kissed Matt in front of
someone else! I'd never, ever done that before! Matt must have seen me go
white as a ghost because he quickly reached up and took my face in his
hands.

"It's ok, Eric. We're among 'family'." he said gently and then kissed me
deeply.

When he broke the kiss, I looked at him with adoring eyes. It was then I
remembered where we were and looked over at Charles and Merle. They saw
that I was the one who was now beet red and both told me how sweet the two
of us were and we were not to worry about anything. That this was one place
that we didn't have to hide how we felt about each other. The thought of a
place like that almost brought tears to my eyes. I hated the hiding and the
secrecy! I hated having to act like I was ashamed of the most wonderful
thing that had ever happened in my life! I hated the fact that Matt and I
would be torn apart by a bureaucracy that neither knew nor cared what we
meant to each other! But that was life, and there was nothing that I could
do to change it.

Charles and Merle invited us to join them for dinner that night and that
became a ritual. We dined with them every night of the two weeks that we
stayed there. Frankly, it was how we could afford to spend the two weeks
there. With the tremendous break they gave us on the room and the fact that
we didn't have to pay for food, the money we had stretched nicely to cover
our stay. I think Charles and Merle, having been in the armed forces
themselves, realized this. They seemed bound and determined to give us a
'honeymoon'. They told us of all the most romantic places to go -
especially those that didn't cost anything. To thank them for everything
that they were doing for us, Matt and I started helping them out in the
garden. Neither Matt or I were strangers to hard work and we enjoyed the
time we spent, working side by side among all the beautiful flowers and
trees. The gardens were all private, with high walls around them so that we
didn't have to worry about anyone seeing us occasionally kissing or
touching each other. Late at night, we would sit out on what Charles called
'the Veranda' and look at the garden while we talked and kissed and held
each other.

And we made love. Wonderful, romantic, exhaustive love! We more passed out
than slept from all of the orgasms that we gave to each other every
night. We knew that we were not going to be together like this again for a
while and it was like we were trying to devour each other before the world
could pull us apart. We pledged our undying love to each other and swore
that we would find a way to be together always.

The last night of our stay, Charles and Merle gave us a special dinner in
our room, just the two of us. We drank champagne for the first time. We had
no idea the 'kick' it had! We soon found ourselves somewhat drunk but, at
the same time, very horny for each other. We finished dinner and then went
into the Jacuzzi where we held each other in the warm water and kissed each
other deeply. After a while, we got out, dried each other off and then went
to the bed where we took the next few hours to make love to each other. We
then went into the shower and bonded with each other one last time through
our piss ritual and then gently and slowly, bathed each other's body.

We woke early the next morning and I again made love to Matt one last
time. We packed and, after saying good-bye to Charles and Merle, we headed
back to the base to report in after our leave. When we got there, there
were envelopes waiting for us with our orders. It was worse than we had
thought possible! Matt was being sent to serve at our embassy in Moscow and
I was being transferred to Camp Pendelton in California! We would have two
continents and an ocean between us! And who knew for how long.

There were plane tickets for both of us. We would be flying MATS (Military
Air Transport Services). Our flights left the following morning. Since we
had to report to the military airfield for our flights, we had the choice
of staying on base in the barracks or spending the night off base and
reporting directly to our planes. We decided to spend one more night off
base together. We went to the little motel that had gotten to know us so
well having stayed there every weekend for six months. We got a room and
held each other and made love to each other all night. Neither of us
slept. There would be plenty of time for that on our flights.

We again renewed our pledges to keep in contact and try to find a way to be
stationed together again. As Matt held me that night, I cried on his
shoulder for the second time since we had been together. He cried as
well. It was a very bitter-sweet time of love and sorrow for both of us.

How were we to know that when we would next see each other we would almost
be bitter enemies?

The End of Part 19 of MY DAUGHTER'S EX BOYFRIEND - ERIC'S STORY 3

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