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I know it's been a long time, and I know that I told some of you it would be a lot longer time until I continued this, but I was feeling emotional today and my way of dealing with that is to write. So I decided to try and bring some more of Shawn and Bobby's story to you. So - for all of you who asked, here it is.
Marine Encounter - XII (c) RimPig 2002
I woke up the next morning with Shawn's body spooned to me and him licking the back of my neck. A very nice, if wet, way to greet the morning. I could also feel his hard cock nudging it's way into the crack of my ass, seeking my hole. Also a nice way to wake in the morning. Add to that, his arms were around me and his fingers gently playing with my nipples and you have all the makings of a really great morning. Well...a great anytime, really!
I moaned at the all the attention Shawn was paying to my body as I reached back and began to stroke his flanks with my hand. The feel of his hard muscles under his soft skin were a constant delight to me. How a man so hard and tough could have such soft, stroke-able skin was beyond me. I'm a freak for the feel, the smell and the taste of a man's skin. And Shawn was a total delight in all three areas.
Since I could not just lie passively while he continued to send chills of pleasure through my body, I grabbed one of his hands that were playing with my nipples and brought it to my mouth. First I sucked on his index finger and lightly nibbled it. Then I dipped down and began licking the palm of his hand. He groaned at this and I felt his hard cock push further into my butt-crack. I pushed back against his cock to let him know that I was as eager for him to enter me as he was to shove his cock deeply into my interior.
He got the hint and began gently but relentlessly pushing the head of his uncut monster against the opening to my body. I groaned in pleasure as the head pushed it's way inside the outer ring of my ass and slowly slid deep into the warm, wet tunnel inside me. As he bottomed out, with his pubic hair grinding against my outer ass lips, I heard him groan as well, feeling the heat and tightness of my hole surrounding his cock.
"Feel at home now, Marine?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him, giving him a salacious smile.
"You know it! My weapon is inserted and ready in its proper place." he deeply growled in my ear, returning my smile with one of his own.
"Well, don't commence firing for a while! I want this to really enjoy this, Ok?" I begged.
"I have no intention of firing my weapon with undue haste, Sir! I plan for this to be a long campaign, Sir!" He raised his voice somewhat, in an imitation of Marine 'Parade Ground' tone.
"Shh!!!" I said to him. "We don't want to wake the rest of the 'Corps' sleeping in the other room, do we?"
"No! This is a one-man mission only!" he said decisively.
As he said this, his cock twitched deep in my hole as if to let me know exactly which piece of territory was being claimed by this Marine. I murmured my agreement and satisfaction as he began to slowly stroke in and out of me. I noticed that he was pulling out slowly and pushing back in a little faster. Gradually, I felt the rhythm build to where he was snapping his hips forward on each in stroke and really pounding my butt good! I loved it and kept begging him to fuck me harder. I was pushed almost over onto my stomach and my rock hard cock was rubbing across the sheets and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was shooting my cream all over the bed linens. He began to sweat and I could smell the musk of his body and the scent of our lovemaking. My craving for scent was getting well taken care of as he fucked me deeply and hard.
I could tell from his moaning that Shawn, despite his protestations to the contrary, was not going to make this a 'long campaign'. And I no sooner thought this than I felt him deliver several volleys of hot, molten 'Shawn spoonge' deep into my guts. That's all I needed to push me over the edge with him and I delivered a number of volleys across the sheets of the bed in answer, moaning loudly in the rapture of my orgasm.
We lay there finally, Shawn's quick breaths blowing against my neck as he calmed from his exertion. As his cock slowly softened inside me, I suddenly felt a flow of warmth begin to fill the interior of my body. I knew what that was! Shawn was taking his morning piss in his favorite place - my ass.
"I sometimes think you do that to mark me as 'territory' like a wolf does!" I smiled back at him.
"It is my territory! Invaded, fought for and conquered!" he grinned like a little boy who'd just declared himself "Kind of the Mountain".
"Well, just so long as you know you can never have all of it." I leered at him.
"Why not?" he asked, his face full of surprise at my answer.
"You can never have all of it, that's why they call it a 'piece of ass'." I laughed at the punch-line to a very old joke which Shawn obviously had either never heard or forgotten.
He groaned and buried his head against my neck. We continued to lay there, enjoying the warmth and feel of each other's bodies. I never wanted to move from his arms. I just wanted to lay there for the rest of my life feeling safe, protected and loved by this gentle, raunchy and yet romantic Marine. But this was not to be. My body was starting to desperately want to expel Shawn's morning offerings inside me. I gently pushed his softened cock out of my ass and ran to the bathroom to allow the pressure in my bowels to ease. I then went to the shower room where I found Shawn already under several of the jets of water.
Upon seeing me, he grabbed me in his wet and soapy arms and pulled me into a tight embrace. He pressed his open mouth to mine in a deep and passionate kiss while his hands slipped down my back to grab hold of my ass cheeks and slide several fingers deep into my ass-trench and begin to finger my well used hole. I moaned at his invasion of my body and my cock began to rise again. I couldn't imagine what was wrong with me this morning. I was like a randy teenager again! I'd just had a massive orgasm from Shawn fucking my ass and here I was with a woody again!
Shawn, feeling the effect he was having on me, broke the kiss and began to slide down my body until he was on his knees looking directly at my hard, throbbing cock. He continued to ream out my recently used ass with two fingers while his other hand pulled down on my cock and brought it to his lips. He pulled the hood of my foreskin forward and began to lick down inside it, slurping up all the cock-honey that was pouring from my piss-slit.
He pushed back the hood and began to lick the smegma which had formed overnight under the head of my cock. He then engulfed my cock until it was buried deep in his throat and his throat muscles were massaging it. His finger (I couldn't tell if it was 2 or 3 or, really, his whole hand up there now!) continued to move in and out of my ass, fucking me in rhythm to the massaging muscles of his throat on my cock. I knew that I was going to cum very quickly at this rate.
And I was right. Almost immediately, I began to blow cum down his throat at what felt like an amazing rate! I could almost swear that it was a deeper, stronger and longer orgasm than the one I'd already had that morning in bed! I know there was no moaning this time. No! I was screaming my pleasure at the top of my lungs filling the air with desperately shouted obscenities and entreaties to every known and unknown god in the universe!
As I came down from this 'high', Shawn continued to gently suck on my softening cock. I was pretty sure what he wanted, and when I looked down and saw him looking up at me - my cock in his mouth and an evil glint in his eye - I was sure of it. I allowed my muscles to relax and then began pissing into his mouth. Shawn moaned at the first splash of my piss against the back of his throat and quickly began swallowing down my golden nectar. Shawn moaned around my pissing cock as I released to him everything I had stored in my body. At the same time he was swallowing my piss, Shawn rapidly stroked his long cock to a rapid orgasm, shooting cum half way across the shower-room floor.
When we both finished, Shawn rose and took me in his arms again and pressed his lips against mine. I could taste the remnants of my piss on his lips and in his mouth. The taste was salty but no unpleasant. We stood under ths shower for a long time, just holding each other and kissing deeply. Then Shawn took the soap and began to wash my body, beginning with my hair. This is one of my favorite things that Shawn does to me. I love the feeling of him shampooing me - the feel of his fingers running through my hair and over my scalp. It is the most sensuous thing I know of! I grabbed the soap and returned the favor. Soon, we were both washed and rinsed and on to the kitchen for coffee.
We both grabbed a cup from the automatic pot and headed out to the balcony to sit and look out at the ocean. We were quiet with each other this morning. Both somewhat exhausted and calm from our morning sex and also somewhat lost in our own thoughts.
I thought again about last night's conversation with Hank's sister. The thought of young gay teens locked within a heartless and cold foster care system, never knowing what a family was like, never knowing what it was like to be accepted and loved for who they were. It wasn't right. And if there was any way that I could do something about it, I was going to try.
"I really do want to talk to you." I finally said to Shawn.
"You said that last night before we went to sleep. What is it, babe? Is something wrong?" Shawn asked, his face showing concern.
"Yes. There's a lot wrong. But it's not with you and me." I added quickly.
"Well, good! You had me worried there for a second." Shawn grinned.
"No, what's wrong is what Hank's sister, Donna, was saying last night at dinner. You know, about the gay kids in foster care. The thought of that just breaks my heart!" I said.
"I know what you mean. It gets me real deep inside, too. I know better than anyone what it's like to live in an 'institution' that doesn't accept you being gay. But I don't know what we could do about it." Shawn replied.
"Would you like to do something about it if we could?" I asked him.
"Sure. But I don't see what we could do short of adopting them." he said, without really thinking about what he was saying until he looked at me and I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat at him. "Oh, no! You don't mean that!?"
"You bet your very sweet ass I do!" I replied.
"Now look, Bobby, I care about those kids as much as you do, but we can't go adopting all of them in the system!" Shawn replied.
"Actually, we can't adopt ANY of them." I said dejectedly. "Florida is the only state in the nation that doesn't allow gay people to adopt children."
"Your kidding, right?!" Shawn asked, beginning to get a little hot about the issue.
"No. I'm not kidding. It's been a law for a long time. The homophobic, bigotted crackers in the north Florida counties passed it in the legislature years ago. Said that we were 'Child Molesters" and "Baby Rapers" and shouldn't be allowed near children. Didn't even bother to check the facts. Like the fact that 88% of all child molest cases are heterosexual! And the fact that a 'pedophile' and a gay or lesbian person are completely different things." I was warming up to the topic myself.
"What fucking assholes!!" Shawn all but shouted. His vehemence almost shocked me. Evidently this beautiful hunk of Marine I'd fallen for had a well developed 'social conscience' as well.
"But, there is a way we can still help." I said, trying to get back on track for what I wanted to discuss with Shawn.
"And what's that?" he asked.
"While we cannot adopt, we can be 'foster parents'. We can take the kids into our home on a temporary basis. Now, since most of these kids are between 14 and 18, and since there's no chance they will be adopted, we can keep a kid until he turns 18. The state will even pay us - not nearly enough for a kids' real upkeep, of course - to keep him. Then at 18, he's a legal adult and can do what he wants." I informed him.
"So, you mean, the hypocritical state will allow us to parent this kid until he's legally an adult but not adopt him?! What the fuck is the logic in that!" Shawn said, the anger still in his voice.
"The same logic that I'm sure you've seen the military use hundreds of time - none." I answered.
Shawn looked furious for a moment, and then suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. He laughed for a good 5 minutes and after a while, I joined him.
"Ok, you got me!" Shawn panted, finally able to speak again. "But do you think we're really ready to do something like that - bring a kid into our home and our relationship?"
"I don't know. That's why I wanted to talk to you about it. I know I love you. I know you love me. And I think that we've got enough love between us to be able to give some to someone beyond just each other. Especially someone who really needs it and can't ask for it." I said, looking steadily into his eyes.
"I can't disagree with anything you're saying. But how do you know they'll even let us be foster parents?" Shawn questioned me.
"That's where Donna comes in! She can arrange for us to be made foster parents and she already has several kids that have 'come out' to her that she knows would love to have a gay family to live with." I said excitedly.
"Whoa! Wait a minute. We can't take on several kids all at once! I'm not sure we're both grown up enough for even one!" Shawn grinned at me.
"We don't have to take on several. We can pick just one for now. If that works out, maybe more later. I know that Donna has been trying to get Mike and Hank to move here and start a kind of 'group home' for some of them. Maybe we should talk to them, as well. See what they think about the idea and what, if any, plans they have." I suggested.
"Ok, but I want to take this slow, babe." Shawn said. "This is too important a step to take quickly. With a kid involved, I don't want to take a chance on him getting hurt or something. Agreed?"
"Of course I agree with that! I wasn't thinking of having a kid move in this afternoon." I said.
"Well, that's good." Shawn grinned.
"I wasn't thinking of him moving in until at least next week." I laughed at him, getting up and running into the bedroom before he could react.
Later that day, all of us sat down with Donna. Hank and Mike, Grunt and Wolf, Shawn and I all sat around the living room and discussed the idea of what to do with the gay kids that Donna had in foster care. Hank and Mike loved the idea of starting a group home. They both had more than 20 years in with the Marine Corps and could retire at any time. Grunt and Wolf, however, still had a number of months to go before their current enlistments were up and I didn't know if they wanted to come out of the service this soon. But as we all talked, I began to see glances passing back and forth between Grunt and Wolf that began to make me think that they would like to be a part of this as well. After Donna had outlined what would be needed to create a group foster home, I finally saw the opening I needed to discuss an idea I had come up with.
"I want to put something before all of you that I have been thinking about for quite some time now. My parents left me a hell of a lot of money. More money than Shawn and I are ever going to need just for ourselves. I want to do something good - something meaningful - with it. Something that actually can go to help people who really need it. And I can't think of a group of people who need it more than these kids that Donna has in foster care. Now, Hank and Mike, you've both said you'd love to do something like this. What I want to offer you is a place to do it. I will purchase a compound with enough housing for as many boys as you think you can handle. I will create a fund to pay for all expenses not covered by the state's foster care funding and I will pay both of you a salary for running the place. But the place will be yours. I won't interfere. I will want to be part of it, though. As much as I can be. How does that sound to you?" I asked.
"I think we'd love it. But it would be a lot of work for just two people." Hank said with Mike nodding in agreement.
"I understand that which is why there is more to my offer." I added. "Grunt and Wolf, I know that you're both in the Corps, but I know your enlistments are almost up. Do you both want to continue in careers in the military or could I tempt you to leave the Corps behind and come to work for this little enterprise? What I'm offering you is not only salary, but full tuition to college - including books and expenses - if you will both work part-time to help Hank and Mike run the group home. I will also pay for medical coverage for all four of you plus supply leased cars and vans for the group home which you will have use of. How about it?"
I waited for them to have time to think about it. Hank and Mike sitting and looking at Grunt and Wolf who were looking back at them. Then I saw Mike wink at Grunt and Grunt leaped off the sofa screaming, "FUCK, YEAH!!!". Then, remembering that there was someone here who wasn't a guy or a Marine, he quickly apologized to Donna, who laughed at his embarrassment.
"I think I've heard the term before." Donna said to the chastened Grunt.
We decided that we would look to house four to eight boys at a time. This would allow optimal oversight and contact for the boys. We all felt that for this to work, the boys would need a lot of individual attention and love.
"What about us?" Shawn asked.
"What do you mean, love?" I was puzzled.
"How are we going to be involved in this? I'm going to be in school part of the time, but I want to be a part of this as well." Shawn had a confused look on his face.
"Do you want to be involved? Really want to?" I asked.
"Fuck, yes!" he said, winking at Grunt. He then turned to me, a very serious look on his face. "And I know you want to be involved, too. When you talk about those kids, there is a light that comes in your eyes that I've only seen when I make love to you. I know how much this means to you. And if it does mean that much, it means everything to me."
"Well, I have had my real estate brokers working on this. They've found me a compound in a very nice area of Fort Lauderdale which is on deep water, so that it has access to the ocean. It has two very large homes on it which can easily be converted to one gigantic house big enough to house all of the boys plus Mike, Hank, Grunt and Wolf. There is a large pool and enough land for outdoor activities to cool down the energy of teenage boys. I have an option on it now. All it would take is one call to my broker and the property is mine. I'm going to make that call, no matter what, so that the other guys can get started with their preparations. My plan is to have another home built on the property for us. A smaller home with all the 'extra's' that this one has." I told Shawn.
"You mean like my favorite room?" he grinned.
"Yes, exactly. Only a little bigger, since I have the feeling that we may have company in it often." I said, smiling over at the other two male couples. They all nodded their heads in agreement.
"And what about your idea about having a kid of our own?" he asked me quietly.
"The more I thought about it, the more I knew that it would not be fair. I want all of these kids to be all of our kids. With the six of us, there's plenty of love to go around. I want to try and make up for all the love these kids have never found in their lives. And it might take all six of us to get some of them to finally trust us enough to let down their defenses and let us love them!" I explained.
"Sounds like you've worked with foster kids before." Donna said, looking at me quizzically.
"I didn't exactly work with them, but I knew kids who lived in a group home when I was growing up. The first guy had sex with, first fell in love with I guess you could say, when I was fourteen was one of them. He was so damaged though, by all the hell he'd been through in his life, that I could never reach him. He would never allow me to really love him. He eventually committed suicide." I hung my head, overcome with emotions and memories.
Shawn, quickly wrapped me in his arms and held my face to his chest while the tears leaked from my eyes.
"It's ok, babe. I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always love you." Shawn said quietly as he rocked me in his arms.
As I tried to recover my composure, I heard Mike asking Donna, "How long until we can get this show on the road?"
"It will take about six weeks to eight weeks for me to go through the records and screen kids. I want to interview the ones I think would be most helped by something like this." Donna replied.
"Well, that will give us time to get back to San Diego, pack up and put the house on the Market." Mike said, looking at Hank.
"And we can live there until it's sold, since Wolf and I can't leave the Corps for another four months." Grunt replied.
"That's a good idea," Mike said to his son. "That way we won't have to worry about the house while it's being sold. You two won't mind being alone together?" Mike asked Grunt with a twinkle in his eye.
"Well..." Grunt stammered. "It will be a problem, but I'm sure we can handle it." he finally replied while grinning over at an equally grinning Wolf.
"I love you guys, more than I can ever say. Thank you. I can't believe that in so short a time, I've gone from having nothing but money, to having everything I've ever wanted!" I said, looking at each one of these beautiful Marines, and looking last into the eyes of the man I loved more than anyone else in the world - Shawn.
END OF PART XII
I hope you've enjoyed this episode. I don't know whether I'll end the story here or continue it as an additional story about the Group Home.
The facts I stated about my home state are true, as many of you know. I guess that's why I got into this whole subject of foster care to begin with. That, and the fact that for many years, I was a social worker working with teenage boys and their families. And this was kind of a dream of mine, to have this type of Group Home for kids who had already self-identified as Gay but were stuck in the foster care system with no hope of ever finding a home, a family, or gay role-models. The dream will never happen for me now because of my HIV status - the state would never let me become a foster care parent now. But I hope that maybe somebody will read this and it will spark a dream in them to found such a home in their state or to adopt an adolescent who needs a home if you live in one of the states that allows Gay men to adopt.
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