DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. It is NOT TRUE. Any resemblance between any character and any real person is thoroughly and completely accidental. This story contains scenes of sex between males. So you're forewarned. If this story warps your sex-drive or your previously held opinions, feelings or desires, then it has been successful.
This story is dedicated to a real member of the USMC who is my friend and whom I care very much about.
Marine Encounter - Part II by RimPig (c) 2001
For a while, we just lay there - touching, caressing, occasionally dozing - all the while holding on to each other. The scent of him, his sweat, musk and the smell of our sex clung about us and I was lost in the miasma of maleness which surrounded me. I could think of nothing but this beautiful warrior in my bed. And I really wanted to think of nothing else. I didn't want to think about tomorrow. I didn't want to think about what would eventually happen between Shawn and me. I just wanted this moment to never end. Or at least, to have round 2 before it did.
Shawn was gently snoring, so I knew that he would not be prepared to continue our physical battle for a while. I slowly and carefully, so not to disturb him, got up and went into the bathroom. I was standing in front of the toilet, holding my cock and preparing to piss when I felt Shawn's body against mine and his arms going around my waist. The next thing I knew, he had removed my hand from my cock and was aiming it himself.
"Just let go, babe! I've always wanted to do this to another guy." he said, huskily in my ear.
I let go and he directed my pissing cock. He reached around with his other hand and gently place it around my balls. It was an interesting feeling to have my balls massaged while I was pissing. It was something I had never done to myself. Or even thought about doing.
"I usually prefer to piss in the shower." he said, "but I always wanted to feel what another guy's cock felt like while he was pissing."
"And do you like the feeling?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's cool. Haven't you ever wanted to do something like this?" he asked nuzzling my ear.
"Well...." I stopped pissing and he let go of my cock. I stepped over to the vanity.
"Come on, tell me. What kinky thing have you dreamed about doing?" he said, the sound of a naughty little boy creeping into his voice.
"No way! It will probably gross you out. You'll think I'm a sick puppy." I said.
"No I won't. I'm into experimenting tonight. I'm ready to do just about anything with you - as long as there isn't any pain involved." he stated.
"No, I'm not into pain. Don't worry about that. I figure if it hurts, you're doing something very wrong!" I told him.
"Ok, so what's the big kink?"
"Ok, here goes. I want you to take me in the shower and piss all over me." I said, all at once so that I didn't have to think about what I was saying.
"Golden Shower, huh? I think I can arrange that. God knows, I've had enough beer tonight. So what gets you off on it?" he asked, like he was asking what I liked about Earl Grey tea!
"Well...it isn't the 'degradation trip' if that's what you're thinking. I love the sensuousness of it. The warmth, like being cum on for minutes rather than seconds. I also get off on the intimacy of it. A part of your body flowing onto - or into - mine." I explained.
"When you say 'into', where exactly are you talking about?" he questioned.
"Well...I don't mean my ears."
"Oh, then other orifices could come into play?" he leered at me.
"Perhaps. It depends really on how 'into' the guy I am. How much I want him to be a part of me." I explained.
Coming closer and slipping his arms around me, pressing his naked body against mine and pressing me against the vanity.
"And how much are you 'into' me? How much do you want me to be a 'part' of you?" he stared into my eyes. I knew this was not play. This was a serious question. And I needed to make a serious answer.
"As much as I can be with someone I've only known for a few hours. Though, to tell the truth, it feels like I've known you forever. I've never been this comfortable with a man before." I lowered my head and rested my forehead on his muscular chest. I felt him gently place his hand on my neck and begin massaging it.
"I know. It feels the same for me. You know what I said about not being able to feel comfortable in a place like this?"
"Yes."
"Well...it seems I was wrong. I feel very comfortable. As long as you're here." Shawn leaned down and whispered this into my ear. "I'm very glad because I don't want you to leave. And I never thought I'd here myself say that." I murmured into his chest.
"I can't leave yet anyway. I still have to take a piss. So if you want your golden shower, you better get into the shower now!" With that, he reached down and smacked my ass sharply with his open hand. It was a 'love tap' but I could still feel the awesome power in his arm.
I had the bathroom re-done when I moved in and this 'bath suite' as my architect described it contained everything I wanted. A steam room, a sauna, a whirlpool big enough for 3 or 4 and a shower with multiple showerheads and room for more than the whirlpool would hold. So when Shawn talked about getting into the shower, he didn't quite understand that he was basically talking about going into what was practically a whole room. What he also didn't realize was that the ceiling of the shower room was bullet-proof glass so that it was like a shower with a 'moon- roof' through which we could look at the stars. He was somewhat impressed.
"Holy Fuck!!! What the hell is this?!" he said, stepping into the shower lit by starlight.
"It's a shower." I answered casually.
"Oh, yeah! If you're a fucking Roman Emperor! I've been in barracks that had smaller showers than this!" he said gazing around at the room.
The room was covered with cobalt blue Italian tile and the floor was travertine marble. There was a gutter than ran around 3 sides of the room where the drains are and in the center was a wide marble bench. There were small spotlights in the upper corners of the room which were on a rheostat which allowed almost an infinite level of light to shine in the room. Right now, they were set relatively low so that the scene of the starlit sky above would be more visible.
I sat down on the bench and pulled Shawn down next to me. I pointed up and he gasped as he saw that there appeared to be no roof over the room. I explained about the bullet-proof glass for security.
"Don't you worry about peeping-toms?" he asked.
"Do you see any buildings higher than this one that can see in?" I asked.
He looked all around but couldn't find anything but sky.
"Ok, but what about planes? Or helicopters?" ever the Marine, he was on a recon mission to secure the perimeter.
"I just figure anyone wants to see my naked body that much, I'll put on a show for them!" I laughed. And he laughed with me.
"Ok, I guess I'm just blown away by all this. But it really is cool!" he enthused. "I love it. Especially at night. It's like taking a shower outdoors." I explained.
"Yeah, I can see that. So is this where you usually have guys piss on you?" he grinned at me.
"What the fuck are you talking about!!" I almost screamed. "How many guys do you think have even seen this room!" I was furious.
"That's what I wanted to know....how much competition I have." he smugly grinned.
"You are the only man, other than myself, that has EVER been in this room naked. I do have someone who cleans the place for me, but he doesn't count." I fumed.
"Ok, that's all I wanted to know." he continued to grin.
"Wipe that silly smirk off your face, soldier. If you wanted to know about my love-life, you could have just asked me!" I continued to hold a grudge over this little manoeuver.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry. It's just I can't believe someone so beautiful and so loving could be all alone." he stated directly.
"It is by choice! I didn't want anyone close to me. I didn't want to get hurt again. Ever." I felt myself drawing away from Shawn and into myself, remembering the pain I'd gone through when I was really too young to handle it.
"Are you going to tell me about that?" he asked, sliding closer to me on the bench and putting his arm around me.
I could have held out. I could have resisted. I could have pushed him away but, when his arm encircled me, I again smelt the strong scent of him and I was lost to it. I wanted him near me. I wanted him touching me. I wanted him to take away the pain I was feeling. I looked up into his incredibly green eyes and felt my walls melting inside me. I leaned into him and rested my head on his upper chest. He rested his chin on my head. And, like a little kid, I started crying.
He held me until the tears stopped, stroking my face and telling me to 'let it all out'. Finally I had. I then started telling the story like I was reporting something that happened to someone else.
"I was 17. I had known I was gay ever since I was 13 but I didn't have the guts to tell anybody. I figured my parents would freak and throw me out. Stupid! In the end, it was because of them that I was able to overcome the whole mess.
"Anyway, I was in my senior year of high school and this guy moves here from California and enters the senior class. He was so fucking gorgeous! Tall, very muscular and a beautiful face. I instantly had a crush on him. But I kept it to myself. I figured I had no chance at him. Especially when he ended up on the football team. I guessed that one of the cheerleaders would have him wrapped around her finger soon. "But I couldn't have been more wrong. He didn't show any interest in any of the girls who threw themselves at him. Oh, he was nice to all of them, but not one of them got anywhere with him. It quickly became obvious that he did not date. Nor did he seem to bond with any of his jock teammates. He seemed really popular, but he also seemed to spend most of his time alone. And it was obvious it was by choice.
"This didn't give me any hope, however. Alone also excluded me. Or at least I thought it did. Then came French class. I was taking French IV in order to get an easy grade. I'd spoken French since I was born. My mother was French and both of my parents spoke the language, so I grew up bi-lingual.
"One day, my French teacher asked me to tutor this senior who was having a lot of trouble with French."
"And it was this guy, right?" Shawn asked.
"Yes, it was Michael. At first, I was afraid to do it. I knew that if I spent any time around him, the fact that I was gay and that I was very attracted to him would be very obvious. But, at the same time, I couldn't pass up the chance to get to know him. So my teacher arranged for us to meet in his classroom the next afternoon. Michael was as beautiful and as nice as I'd imagined he was. He asked me to come to his house after school for the tutoring. I agreed.
"That afternoon, I went over to his house. He told me his Dad was working late. When I asked where his mom was, he quietly told me that she had died two years before of cancer and now it was just him and his Dad. That was why they had moved from California, to get away from the memories there. My heart went out to Michael. It was obvious he loved his mother very much and there was an air of sadness about him I'd never noticed before.
"So there we were alone. We worked on French for a couple of hours and then he asked if I wanted to take a swim. I said I would but that I didn't have a suit with me. He laughed and said he never wore one. The pool area was completely private and there was no need. I was shy at first because, while I had a decent body, I was no body builder and it was obvious that Michael had a very well developed body.
"I finally agreed and after the initial shock of just how beautiful his body was and how enormous his cock seemed, even soft, I started to relax and enjoy myself. We swam and splashed around in the pool a while. Suddenly, I found myself against the side of the pool with Michael pressed up against me. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach. It was hard as a rock. He looked deeply into my eyes and slowly brought his mouth down onto mine. That kiss started everything.
"I fell deeply, madly in love with Michael. For almost nine months I was sure that I would love him and we would be together for the rest of our lives. But there was something I hadn't figured on. His father. Evidently, Michael had been as honest about his sexuality with his father as I'd been with my parents.
"One night, his father came home early and found us making love. You'd have thought he'd caught us making crack cocaine in the kitchen! The screaming and yelling was incredible. At one point, his father actually became physically violent with Michael. At this point, I grabbed my clothes and ran out of the house.
"I wandered around the streets for hours that night. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go home because I knew that by this time Michel's father had time to call my parents and tell them what had been going on - just as he'd threatened to do.
"What I didn't know was that when he called, my parent's told him to shove his homophobia up his ass. They told him that they loved their son no matter what and it was a shame that he had such a good son and could just reject him that way. Evidently Michael's father slammed down the phone.
"When I got home, my parents were waiting up for me as I expected. And they knew what had happened, as I also expected. What I didn't expect was how sympathetic they were. They both told me they loved me no matter who I chose to love. It was a beautiful night. We talked for hours and I finally knew how much my parents loved me.
"Of course, the next day, it was all over school. It seems that after I left, Michael grabbed the keys to his car, and left the house. Somewhere he must have gotten some beer because he crashed his car into a tree going over 80 miles an hour. The coroner said Michael's blood alcohol lever was over 4.0. I guess I could have lived with that and eventually gotten over it but right at the end of the school year, the worst thing of all happened.
"It was the night of my graduation. I didn't want to go. I certainly didn't feel any loyalty to the school or to anyone in it. The way I had been treated after the end of my relationship with Michael, I wanted nothing to do with anybody in that school. But my parents wanted to watch their son graduate. And so, I left for the auditorium a couple of hours before the ceremony as was required. All during the ceremony, I kept looking for my parents, but they weren't there. I searched after the ceremony, but they didn't show up. I didn't know what to think. I rushed home, hoping something had held them up, but I had a bad feeling about it.
"When I got home, the police were there waiting for me. My parent's car had been hit broadside by a drunk driver and they were both killed instantly. My world crumbled. I was lost for a long while. Since I was 18 now, I inherited everything. Which came to a lot of money. But all I could do was sit in the house and drink, day after day. I finally stumbled into therapy with a really wonderful woman who helped me come to terms with all the loss. But I've never been able to overcome my fear of getting involved with someone.
"So, you see, Shawn, that was 6 years ago. And there hasn't been anyone since. I haven't let anyone get close to me. Oh, I tried sex. Got really crazy for a while, but it just didn't work. I didn't need just sex. I needed love. I needed to feel close to someone and yet I was putting up these walls to keep anyone from getting close to me. Pretty crazy, huh?"
"I wouldn't say it was crazy. It makes a lot of sense when you look at it from the standpoint of what happened to you. So what's this tonight? Why me? Why are you finally opening up to me?" he asked.
"Because you got under my defenses the one way I never figured on. You were hurting on that beach and reaching out to me. I couldn't defend against that. And, to tell you the truth, I didn't want to. I was hurting as much as you were. I need someone, too. I'm hoping to hell that maybe we can find in each other what each of us is looking for." I avowed to him.
"So how'd you get so kinky? Or is 'golden shower' just a fantasy with you. That you've actually never done it." he questioned.
"Let's just say, I have a vivid imagination." I looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
Shawn reached under my chin and lifted it so that I was looking directly into his eyes.
"Let me bring your fantasy to life." he said quietly. And then he gently kissed me.
I felt him pushing me down, as he gently lay me on the bench. Then he stood above me, straddling the bench and, taking his cock in his hand, he began milking back the head while he smiled down at me.
Suddenly, I felt the first splash of warmth hit my abs as the hot piss began to flow from his cock. The feeling was so intense it caused me to writhe in pleasure at the liquid warmth. He began to play his pissing cock across my body. Up to my chest and down to my cock an balls which instantly became hard. As his stream began to slow, I quickly raised up and wrapped my lips around his cock, drinking down the last of his hot piss. It was warm and very mild tasting. Slightly bitter and sweet at the same time. He hadn't lied about how much beer he'd consumed.
As he emptied his piss into me, Shawn reached down and put his hand around the back of my neck, gently drawing me closer as I took more of his cock into my mouth. His cock began to harden in my mouth as my tongue gently began to stroke the underside of his cock. Shawn stood there and threw his head back, groaning in ecstasy.
But I wasn't about to give him just another blow job. There were places on his body I wanted to taste again and there were other ways of getting him off that I was determined to experience.
I pulled off his cock, and got up off the bench. Shawn looked at me questioningly, but I gently kissed his lips while pushing down on his back to get him to bend over the bench. He bent over and grabbed both sides of the bench with his hands. I got behind him and sat down, straddling the bench bringing my face to his ass.
I buried my nose in the crack of his butt and took a deep breath of the dark musk there. I followed with my tongue, licking up and down his trench. He bent over further, spreading his hard cheeks and giving me greater access to his hole. I buried my face into the trench, locking my lips around his hole and pushing my tongue a deeply inside as I could get. Shawn began to moan and to rub his ass back against my face, trying to get more of my tongue buried inside him. I licked and sucked on his ass lips, losing myself in the overwhelming sensuality of his beautiful, fragrant ass.
Finally, unable to deal with my oral excavation of his butt, Shawn stood up and pulled away. He turned around and, pushing me back on the bench, grabbed my legs and pushed them above me while he lay down on the bench and began to explore my ass with his nose and tongue. I could hear him first taking deep whiffs of my anal trench. I heard him growl deep in his throat and knew that my scent pleased him. The next thing I felt was his tongue digging deep into my ass. His tongue seemed as long as a small cock and was energetically fucking my hole as deep as it could reach. I moaned in pleasure and felt my ass opening up further and further to Shawn's probing tongue.
When he had packed my butt good with spit, he gently inserted a finger into my hole and began the process of really opening me up. I felt his finger gently stroking my prostate and I began to moan. I looked up at Shawn who was now sitting between my legs and smiled.
"So, you've discovered a new beach-head, Gunny?" I asked.
"One I intend to breach, if you have no objections." he smiled.
"I have no objections. I surrender unconditionally." I smiled back.
"Are you sure? Have you ever been fucked?" he asked, some concern showing in his voice.
"A long time ago. But, perhaps it's like riding a bicycle and you don't forget how." I told him.
"I will be gentle with you...this time!" Shawn grinned.
"I want you so badly, Shawn. I want you to have me. I want to feel one with you. Please." I begged.
"Don't worry, Bobby, there's no way I'm gonna pass this up. I need you to feel a part of me. I need to make you a part of me. And me a part of you." he looked intensely into my eyes as he spoke.
As he spoke, he worked another finger into my ass, now using both to begin to spread the tissues, making my hole ready to receive his rather large weapon. He bent down occasionally to add more spit for lubrication and eventually had three fingers working inside my hole.
"I would feel a lot more comfortable if you had some lube around here." Shawn said to me.
"There's some in the bedroom, in the drawer on the left side of the bed. I use it to jack off with sometimes." I told him.
"Ok, you stay right here, I'm gonna go get it." he said, withdrawing his fingers from my ass and jumping up to get the lube. Within seconds he was back and lubing my hole with the clear gel. He used a lot of it, for which I was grateful. It had been six years since I'd been fucked. Michael was the one and only up until now, and he wasn't as large as Shawn.
Finally, Shawn began to lube himself. I watched as he greased the enormous cock which seemed as hard as steel.
"Now, babe." he said, "I'm gonna lay back on bench and I want you to come up and sit on my cock. That will be the easiest way for you to get used to it. You can control how much you take and can keep from hurting yourself." he explained.
He lay back on the bench and I raised up and straddled him. I brought his hard cock to the opening of my ass and rested the head at the hole. Shawn grinned at me and reached up and began to stroke my hard cock with his hand which was already lubed from his own cock. I pushed back on his cockhead and felt it press against my hole.
"Push out like you're taking a dump," Shawn explained. "That will make it easier."
Following his advice, I pushed down with my ass and felt his cockhead begin to slide into my hole. It was an intense feeling of fullness but there was no pain. Slowly, my ass began to slide down his cock. Within a few minutes I felt his pubic hair tickling my hole and I realized that I had his entire cock up my ass.
"Just rest a minute and get used to it." Shawn told me.
I did as he suggested but soon began wiggling my ass on his cock. It felt good! God! Did it feel good!! His cock was large and thick enough that it touched all the sensitive areas in my ass - especially my prostate. Soon, I began to raise up slightly and to lower myself back down on his cock. The feeling of his cock scraping over my joy-button as I did this, all but had me cumming! As it was, my cock was leaking cock-snot all over Shawn's hard abs.
Finally, I felt Shawn begin to pump gently in and out of my hole. It was an incredible feeling. But I wasn't happy. I didn't want to be on top. I wanted Shawn to fuck me. He seemed to realize what I was feeling because I felt him raise up and then lift me off his cock. I lay back down on the bench and raising my legs, offered my hole to him to fuck. He quickly got between my legs and re-introduced his cock into my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders and let him pound me into oblivion!
Shawn was a magnificent, experienced fuck! He pounded me with short jabs and long, deep drives. He power-fucked me fast and then would become slow and gentle. He seemed to be holding back, waiting for something, refusing to reach his orgasm. I couldn't think why he was holding back until I suddenly felt myself rapidly reaching orgasm. I was going to cum and I hadn't even touched myself. I was being driven to orgasm by Shawn's cock fucking me. I had no choice. I couldn't stop myself.
I began screaming out in ecstasy as my cock began shooting cum between our bodies. I looked up and saw a magnificent grin on Shawn's face as he watched me cum on the effects of his cock. But he wasn't grinning for long. My hole's spasms during orgasm had pushed him over the edge as well and he was soon joining my vocal exclamations while he pumped a huge load of cum up my butt.
Finally, the last tremors of our orgasms stopped. I was still gripping his body like a life raft in a rough sea. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I could feel his sweat dripping on my body and smell his exertion and our sex. It was a heady mixture. And I loved it.
Shawn drew back slightly and looked down at me.
"And how was that, babe?" he asked.
"Do you think you could repeat that maneuver daily for about 50 years?" I asked.
"Sir! Yes, Sir!" he replied.
End of Part II
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