Disclaimer: This is just a story. And it's about a Marine - actually several Marines. None of them are real one, of course. Kind of a melding of a lot of Marine's I've had the honor to have known in my life. Any resemblance to any actual Marine is purely coincidence - but if there is, I do wish he'd write me! Anyway, you know the drill, if you don't like sex between males, what are you doing here? And if your Country, State, Province, City, Town or Village won't let you read this kind of stuff - MOVE!!! Somewhere where you can!
This story is dedicated to my friend PUP, who just LOVES Marines and stories about them. I hope he loves this one. And I kind of hope it would come true for him.
This is the continuation of Ty's Story. You have heard now from all four of the main characters. At the conclusion of Ty's Story, Brian will return as the narrator.
THE MARINE NEXT DOOR - Part 12 by RimPig (c) 2002
TY'S STORY, Continued:
A few months later, Brian graduated from Nursing school. His mom, as the nursing supervisor of the hospital, got to hand him his degree and pin his nursing pin on him. Tim, Domingo and I were in the audience and when Bri's mom pinned him, the cheer that went up from just the three of us would have done and entire Marine company of guys proud! I certainly was proud of Brian. Prouder of anyone than I'd ever been in my whole life. It was a rough three years for us. But we hung in there and made it through. Our love for each other had never dimmed. We were, if it were possible, more deeply in love with each other than we had ever been.
We hung around the graduation reception for a short while and then Bri's mom came up to me.
"Why don't you two slip out now and go home. I know that you have some celebrating of your own to do." she said quietly.
I blushed. His mom was always doing that to me! You'd think after all this time I'd be used to the fact that she just speaks her mind without pulling any punches, but it's still a bit disconcerting to me. Especially when it comes to me and Bri.
But disconcerting or not, I loved her suggestion. I told Dom and Tim that I was going to take Brian home and they gave me knowing grins. I then went over to where Brian was.
"Your mom suggested to me that we go home and have our own celebration." I whispered in his ear.
He looked at me and then started giggling quietly. "That sounds like Mom! But she does have some very good ideas, sometimes!" he said quietly while he surreptitiously stroked the back of his hand against my cock. I went almost instantly bone hard!
"Now look what you've done!" I laughed. "How the hell am I going to get out of here without everybody seeing that I'm hard!"
"Let 'em look! They can just envy the fact that I'm going home with that!" he giggled again.
We made it out the door and to my Jeep. It was very uncomfortable driving with a hardon, but I didn't have much choice as Brian kept his hand on my crotch, stroking it the whole way home! And I wasn't about to tell him to stop! It felt too good!
We made it back to our apartment and inside the door before we started stripping each other. A trail of clothes led from the door of the apartment to the door of our bedroom. But I grabbed Bri's arm before he could get inside. I pulled him into my arms for a quick kiss and then reached down and lifted him into my arms and carried him to the bed.
Talk about 'caveman' mentality! Ever since that first night, I have loved carrying Brian in my arms. It was like saying 'Yes! This is mine!' but it also gives me a feeling of being his protector. And I knew, from the very first night, that it was something that he loved because it gave him that feeling of male protection which he missed by not having his father around.
I laid him on the bed and got in next to him. I took him in my arms and kissed him deeply. He returned my kiss with such fervor it all but took my breath away. Despite the years that we have been together, nothing has changed in our feelings towards each other except to make them deeper. There was no one that I would rather be with than Brian and he was clearly showing me tonight that he felt the same.
I could feel Brian's hard cock pushing against my stomach as I held him. I knew he was incredibly horny but I wasn't going to rush things. It had been a while since we had all the time in the world to make love to each other and I was going to take full advantage of it.
I took one of Brian's hands in mine and began to gently suck at his index finger. I moaned and looked into my eyes. He knew what my actions meant. He knew that I was not going to stop until my tongue had tasted almost every part of his body. He also knew that I was not about to let him cum before I finished. I rolled him over onto his back and got over him, sitting on his hips, his hard cock trapped beneath me where he couldn't get to it. I continued sucking each of his fingers into my mouth and then licked the palm of his hand. I moved on to his wrist and then the rest of his forearm and into the crook of the elbow where the sensitive skin caused shivers to go through Bri's body which I could feel. I continued up the inside of his arm until I reached his armpit.
I raised Bri's arm above his head and buried my nose in his pit, taking deep breaths of his scent. It was strong and male. Ever since that first night, I have loved the scent of my lover. There was something about it, some kind of 'throw-back' to a more primitive time, in my attraction to it. I know that the special sweat glands in a male's armpits and groin exude pheromones which are meant to attract a mate. Bri's certainly attracted me! I have come to believe, that on some unconscious level people can still react to this natural attractor. And it is this attraction to male pheromones, along with other factors, which biologically determines that a guy will be attracted more to members of his own sex. I know that the scent of other males is stimulating to other males, even those who consider themselves heterosexual, which I have come to believe is one of the reasons that most guys experiment with gay sex at some time in their lives.
I licked through both of his pits and then attacked his neck and ears. He was quickly writhing beneath me, begging me to fuck him. But he knew better! He knew I was not about to get him off until I had devoured practically every part of him. When we could find the time, this is the way I loved to make love to him. To stimulate his whole body until we were both so hot that when it finally came time for me to enter him, the resulting explosion was stupendous!
For the next hour, I worked on his body. In some parts, like his back and legs, I would not only lick but massage as well. The only area of his body I avoided was his cock. I left his balls and the trench of his ass for last. By the time my tongue reached the entry to his body, I was dripping enough cock-honey to lube him without any gel and his hole was spasming open and closed, practically sucking my tongue inside of him - desperately wanting my cock.
Finally, I pushed his legs up to my shoulders and put the head of my cock at his hole. I began slowly circling his opening with my cock, miking my cock-honey out of my piss-slit so that it soaked his hole with lubrication. I always loved fucking him this way, using only what nature had provided us to fuck, as males are designed to. I slowly pushed forward and my cock began its descent into his hot, wet insides. No matter how often I fucked him, Bri's hole was always like a tight sheath around my cock. Somehow he had learned how to ripple the muscles in his asshole, causing it to massage and milk my cock from one end to the other. As I bottomed out in his hole, I covered his mouth with mine as he groaned into it. I knew that groan! It was Brian's way of telling me that he once again felt one with me - as I felt with him.
I slowly began to fuck him, taking only short movements in and out of his chute. I built slowly until I was dragging my entire cock out of his butt, leaving only the head inside his ass-ring, and then plunging full in to where my pubic hairs were crushed against his ass. I set up a rhythm which I knew that would allow me to hold off cumming for a while and just enjoyed the feel of his butt and the moans and tremors of his body. I could feel the head of my cock grazing lightly over Brian's butt-nut and could see the tremors in his cock each time I did. One of the things about making love to him this way was that it guaranteed that he would get off on my cock fucking him alone. He didn't need to touch himself at all. I really loved the feeling of being able to get him off with just my cock.
Finally, I couldn't take anymore and I could tell from how hard Brian's butt-nut had become that he couldn't either. I began banging way at his butt as hard as I could and within moments, Brian was shooting cum all over his chest and abdomen. The clenching of his ass around my cock as he came did it for me. I buried my bone in his butt and shot like my balls were trying to come out through my cock! As I held myself up by my arms over him, I could feel cum leaking out of his butt-hole around my cock. I wanted to rest, but I had two jobs left.
First, I slowly pulled my cock from his ass and leaned down and began to lick all of Brian's cum from his body. I loved the taste of his cum, it was always so sweet with very little saltiness to it. Then I raised his legs again and, locking my mouth to his hole, sucked my load from his ass and licked up any cum which had run down the trench of his butt. Finally, lowering his legs, I crawled up next to him and collapsed on my side, pulling him to me. He kissed me all over my face.
"That was incredible, Ty! I don't think I've ever wanted you more than I did today! How did I ever deserve having someone like you to make love to me?" he murmured in my ear.
"I'll answer that when you can tell me how I was lucky enough to ever find you!" I said.
And I meant it! I have to believe there is a God! I was so desperately lonely when I met Brian. I'd had a lot of fun with a lot of guys, but it had all become very empty and meaningless. What I wanted was someone to love who would love me. But the guys I was finding for sex were too much like me! They were using sex as a substitute for any kind of real emotional involvement or commitment. But I didn't want a substitute. I wanted that involvement! I wanted that commitment!
At first, I couldn't believe that Brian was it. I mean, I felt it. But he was still a virgin when we met. I was the only man who had ever made love to him. And, while I knew he was incredibly loving and giving and everything I was looking for, I just didn't believe at first that he was ready to make the kind of commitment to a relationship that I wanted. But I was quickly convinced that Brian was an entirely different kind of male than the one's I had been finding. He wasn't interested in "the hunt". He wasn't interested in conquest. He wanted love, he wanted to make love. He was ready to find one guy and make a life with him without going through all the "sowing his wild oats" that so many guys seem to need - and end up sowing so many oats that they never get around to harvesting them! Never get around to finding the one thing that they need. Someone to really love who really loves them! The substitute of 'hot' sex for love becomes a total way of life for them. And many of them end up very lonely.
I didn't want to end up that way, and Brian didn't either. This is not to say that either of us in any way 'settled' for the other. We were hot for each other the moment we met. But the rest of it, the love, the respect we have for each other, the commitment we have to each other - that grew as well, almost from the first moment. There were times, I would look at Brian sleeping in my arms and tears would come to my eyes as emotions of gratitude and love welled up inside of me. He doesn't know about those times. Maybe someday I'll tell him - like on our 50th Anniversary!
Speaking of anniversaries!
After Brian went to work for the hospital and became the nurse supervisor for the AIDS ward, our 4th anniversary together was coming up. I called his mom one day at the hospital and talked to her about what I wanted to do for it. I wanted to re-create that dinner that Brian had cooked for Tim, Domingo and me the first night that we met. I wanted to borrow her wedding china, linens and crystal that Brian had used that night.
"Ty, I'd be glad to lend them to you, but I've got to ask you a question...uh...who's going to cook?" she asked with some hesitation.
It was no secret that I am not someone who is comfortable in a kitchen. I can make coffee and I can maybe scramble a couple of eggs and put toast in a toaster, but that's about the extent of it. Brian's tried to teach me but while he was in school, we ate an awful lot of take-out and delivery!
"I just figured I'd order something in." I told her.
"Nope! That just will not do! You don't do take-out for a romantic dinner! When is this?" she asked.
"Next Wednesday." I told her.
"Ok, I'm taking half a day off and I'm coming over there. I'll cook the dinner. I'll make all of Brian's favorites and you and I can set the table and get it ready. Then I'll leave and all you'll have to do is serve it! Ok?" she said.
"I can't ask you to go through all that trouble!" I told her.
"Trouble? Nonsense! What's a mother for? Look, Ty, maybe I haven't said this to you but I want you to know that I think that the day Brian met you was the luckiest day of his life. I had no idea that a relationship could ever make someone so happy! Certainly mine never did! You're the best man I've ever met, next to my son. I think the world of you - and if you didn't already have Brian and you went for women, I'd make a play for you myself!" and with this she laughed.
I was blown away! I knew that she approved of me, but I didn't know she thought THAT highly of me!
"I don't know what to say, other than I owe you everything for having Brian, raising him the way you did and letting him become mine! He is the best thing that ever happened or is ever going to happen in my life! And, if I did go for women, I'd certainly take you up on that!" I laughed as well, because the only other alternative was to cry, I was so touched by her words.
"Ok, before we both start bawling over the phone, you meet me at the apartment at noon on Wednesday. Listen, did he use the silver candlesticks that night?" she asked.
"Yes, come to think of it, he did!" I suddenly remembered that.
"Yeah! I figured he did. He loves those things. All right! I'll bring them along, too! See you Wednesday!" she said, hanging up.
Next, I told Tim and Domingo that I was going to go out for an hour or so. I had an important errand to run and that I'd tell them about it when I got back. I hopped into the Jeep and headed over to a jeweler that had been doing business with our garage for the last year of so. I had in my pocket Brian's high school class ring, which he never really wore, not feeling very attached to a high school he only spent a year at. The man who I had been bringing his car to us was named Richard and he owned a small shop near our garage.
I found the shop and walked in, but I didn't see Richard. Richard was about 50 and was tall with black hair. I'd always gotten the feeling that he was gay, particularly the way he always looked at me, kind of like he was undressing me with his eyes. Nothing overt, actually subtle, but you don't have to be gay or around other gay guys very long before you pick up on things like that. I guess that's what we call 'gaydar'.
Anyway, a very nice looking man, somewhere in his forties, came up to me and asked it he could help me. I told him I was looking for Richard. He apologized, saying that Richard was up in Los Angeles on a buying trip and asked if there was something he could do for me, that he was Roger, Richard's 'partner'.
I don't know what it was exactly. Just the way he said 'partner' that led me to believe that he meant that in more than business. The same way I described Brian as my 'partner'. And, to me anyway, Roger was obviously gay - same feeling of being undressed visually.
"My name is Ty, I'm one of the owners of the garage where Richard brings his car to be worked on." I explained.
"Oh, so you're Ty! Richard has spoken of you!" he said with a smile. Well, that confirmed a lot of things to me!
"Yes, I wanted to purchase two rings." I told him.
"Getting married?" he asked, with just a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"No, they're for me and my partner." I said, using the same word. "We've been together four years next week. I feel it's about time we had rings." I said.
He smiled at me. I guess that confirmed some things for him, too.
"What did you have in mind, Ty?" he asked.
"I want something really simple. I'm not into fussy jewelry and neither is Brian." I said, actually using Brian's name. If that didn't confirm things for him, nothing would!
"I see. Well, I do have two matching bands, very plain yellow gold. Each has a one half carat diamond in it. Now, the stones are small, but of very high quality VS1 and D color. You don't find a finer stone." he said and opened one of the show cases and pulled two rings from a display and lay them on a black velvet mat on the counter.
They were beautiful! The small diamond's sparkled like little suns, flashing colors of light! And then bands surrounding them were simple, polished gold. They were exactly what I was looking for! Beautiful but not ostentatious. I picked up one of the rings and put it on the ring finger of my left hand. I was shocked when it fit perfectly!
"Well, that won't have to be sized!" Roger said.
"How much are they?" I asked.
"We're asking $2,000 a piece for them." Roger said.
Fuck! I only had $2,000 to spend. I guessed I could just get one for Brian.
Roger noticed, I guess, that I blanched when he told me the price.
"Ty, how much did you plan to spend on the rings?" he asked me quietly.
"I've only got $2,000. I guess I can just get the one for Brian. I really want to see my ring on his hand." I said.
"Well, let me see. Now, Richard tells me that you guys really take good care of his car and you're the only honest mechanics he's ever found. He also says you don't charge near what you could for the work you do. Considering how often that damned car of his acts up - and he still refuses to get another one - I figure you've saved him at least $2,000 over the last two years. So we'll make the cost of these rings $2,000 for the both of them." he said.
I couldn't believe it! I looked up at him and he was smiling. I was completely blown away by his generosity! I never would have expected this! I didn't know what to say!
"I'll take them! Thank you so much!" I said.
"Well, I can't have you running around without a ring, too! After all, someone might get the mistaken impression that you were 'available'! We can't have that, now can we. A lot of hearts could get broken that way!" he laughed.
I stood there blushing. I still can't get used to the idea that guys evidently really do find me very attractive. Oh, I know I'm not ugly or anything. I don't scare dogs or children! But it's just that I know how incredibly beautiful that Brian is to me. I don't think that I even compare! But he keeps telling me how beautiful I am to him. I guess I'm kind of glad I can't see it. I remember guys who were so convinced of what hunks they were that the only thing they could ever 'marry' would be a full-length mirror!
"Ok, now there's just one thing. Do you know Brian's ring size?" he asked.
"Well...no, but I brought a ring of his with me." I said, pulling the class ring out of my pocket.
Roger took the ring and pulled out this long round metal rod with a handle. It had marking all the way down it like a ruler and was thicker towards the bottom than towards the top. He put the rod through the opening in Brian's ring and let it drop onto the rod until it stopped. The measuring makes told him what size the ring was and gave Brian's ring back to me. Then he picked up the other diamond ring like the one I still had on my finger and dropped it onto the rod.
"Well! If Brian hasn't grown any since he wore his class ring last, we won't have to size this one either! It's exactly the same size!" he said.
I've got to tell you. I don't believe in coincidences. I knew right there and then that I was meant to buy these rings for me and Brian! I took the one off my finger and handed it back to Roger.
"Just wrap them up together. I think he's really going to love them." I said.
"I certainly hope he does! But, if he doesn't, both of you come back with them and pick out something he does like. We'll give you full trade in for them." Roger told me.
"Thanks, that's very nice of you. But I don't think that's going to happen. I know Bri is going to just love them." I assured him. "By the way, how long have you and Richard been 'partners'?" I asked.
"We've been together for almost 25 years now." he smiled at me. "It feels really strange saying that, I forget how long a time it's really been."
"Are you still...close?" I asked him, not knowing how else to put it.
"Are we still in love?" he laughed at my awkwardness. "Yes! We're still very much in love. I love Richard more every day. The love is different than it was at the beginning. It's deeper, richer, more meaningful now. How long did you say that you and Brian had been together? Four years?"
"Yes, four years next Wednesday." I said.
"Ah! You two are still on your honeymoon!" he laughed. "But haven't you found, even in four years that the love you feel for him has changed?"
"Yes. Just like you, I love him more every day. There is a bond between us that is incredible! I don't even remember how I ever lived when he wasn't in my life. That's why I wanted to get rings for us. We'll probably never have a ceremony or anything, but I wanted something that said to the world that we were together. I guess I'm pretty old fashioned, huh?" I shrugged.
"Not at all! Ever noticed the ring on Richard's finger?" he asked.
"The big gold one with the green stone?" I asked.
"Yes, that's the one. Green Imperial Chinese Jade, very old and very valuable. See!" he said, holding out his hand. There was an identical ring to the one that I'd seen Richard wear.
"Wow! That's really nice!" I said.
"I've worn this ring for over 20 years. Richard bought them when we were first starting out both in love and in this business. We really couldn't afford them, but Richard insisted. He wanted something valuable to show me how much he valued me!" Roger said.
"That's it! That's exactly how I felt about these! I do value Brian so much! And I think that these rings say that." I said.
"I couldn't agree with you more. Tell you what! Richard will be gone for a few days yet. When he gets back, one of us will call you. We'd love to have you and Brian over for dinner one night!" he said.
"That would be really nice! I'm sure Brian would love that as well! We'll look forward to it!" I said.
We finished the transaction of putting the rings on my credit card and I walked out of the store with them in a small box. Roger had wrapped the box in white tissue paper and had even tied it with 'rainbow' ribbon.
When I got back to the shop, I told Dom and Tim about the rings and about the dinner that Brian's mom was going to cook for us. They both congratulated me and said that it didn't seem like it was four years already. I said that I didn't either, that it felt sometimes like I had only met Brian last week! Domingo guessed that I felt that way when I was so horny for Brian and we all laughed.
That Wednesday, I met Brian's mom at the apartment at noon. She gave me all the stuff to set the table with and went into the kitchen and started cooking. I told her I needed to run to the store, that I wanted to get a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
"You don't own a champagne bucket, do you?" she asked.
"No. What's that?" I asked.
"Oh, it's metal and it stands on long legs. It hold's the champagne in ice until it served and keeps it cold while you drink it. If you go over to that rental place over on Cohoya, you should be able to find one to rent for the night." she said.
"Ok. I'll run and get that, too."
I rented the champagne bucket and went to the liquor store. I asked what their best champagne was. They guy told me it was this stuff called Dom Peringnon. I'd never heard of it, but at $90 bucks a bottle, it had better be the best! I bought a bottle and headed back to the apartment.
I showed the bottle to Brian's mom.
"Yep! That's the best you can buy. I don't even want to know what it cost you! Let's put it in the fridge and get it chilled. Go set the ice bucket next to the table. You'll need to fill it with ice and put the champagne in it right before Brian comes home." she said.
"But how am I going to know that? He never leaves when he's supposed to! He's always getting home late." I said.
"Oh, I can take care of that!" his mom said and went to the phone.
She dialed the number to the hospital and asked for the desk on Brian's floor.
"Belle, this is Beverly...Yes, dear...No, that's fine. I don't want to talk to Brian. I don't want Brian to even know I called, ok?...No, nothing's wrong. Ty and I are fixing up a little surprise for him. It's their anniversary....Yes! Four years now! Isn't it wonderful!... Anyway, Belle, Ty needs to know when Brian leaves the hospital. Could you call him when you see Brian leave?....Good! You've got the number, right?...Ok, thanks, Belle!...Yes, alright. Good-bye."
Beverly turned to me. "Belle will call you when Brian leaves the hospital. That should give you plenty of time to get things heated up and ready. That is if you're going to eat first." she laughed.
I could feel the red rising in my face. Beverly always seems to have that affect on me. I don't know if I'll ever get used to the fact that Brian's mother knows that we're lovers and is happy about it. God knows, I cannot picture either my mom or dad being as open and accepting of me sleeping with another male!
Beverly finished cooking and gave me a list of everything that I needed to do when Belle called. I tried to thank her for what she had done because without her, I don't think I could have pulled this off half as well.
"Ty," she said, taking my had in hers. "Brian is my only child. My only desire is to see him happy. God knows his childhood wasn't what it should have been! But for the past four years, Brian has been the happiest I have ever seen him. And I know that the one and only reason for that is you. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for the two of you! I hope you know that. All you ever have to do is ask." she said, and then she reached up and kissed me on the cheek.
I reached out and hugged her tightly to me. I truly felt like I had another mom.
"Well! With hugs like those, no wonder Brian's smiling all the time!" she laughed as I let her go.
I found myself laughing with her.
She left and I sat down, looking at the table, remembering that first night. Brian had been like this eager little puppy when I first met him. I knew right away that he was attracted to me. His eyes told me everything I needed to know. And I kept catching him, whenever he got close to me, taking deep breaths. I knew I was hot and sweaty and my scent was really strong. I could tell that it was turning him on and that was such a turn on to me! I have always loved the scent of a male's body. I don't like perfumes and such! And to find somebody who felt the same way was somehow extremely exciting to me!
The only thing I wasn't sure of was whether or not Brian knew that he was attracted to me. I mean, he didn't seem like he knew the score at all. He didn't come on to me the way most guys did. Didn't drop any hints, nothing! I just thought at first that he was afraid because I was a Marine. Little did I know that he was a virgin! It wasn't until that night, when I went to take a shower, that I found out. I remember how he trembled in my arms when I kissed him for the first time. It has always been deeply meaningful to me that I was the first man to ever kiss him or ever make love to him.
Since everything was ready and all I had to do now was wait for Belle to call with the news that Brian was on his way home, I decided to lie down and take a nap. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long night and I would need all the strength I had to make it through. I was dead asleep when Belle finally called to let me know that Brian was on his way and to wish us well on our anniversary. I couldn't believe how the staff at the hospital had just accepted us as a couple. It was nice to know that people could look past the prejudices in this world and recognize that two people really loved one another and were committed to each other.
I went to the kitchen and, following Beverly's list, started getting things ready. I heard Brian's key in the door and I was leaning on the doorframe of the kitchen when he opened it and saw the table all set with his mother's china and the champagne chilling in the champagne bucket. He came over to me and I took him in my arms. He'd been working so hard and so many hours lately he had completely forgotten about our anniversary, which is what I had figured. That's why I planned this surprise for him.
The dinner went really well. We laughed and talked and reminisced about when we first got together, how scared we both were of this love which was now the very center of our lives. When we'd finished eating, I got him to close his eyes and I went into our bedroom where I had stashed the rings. I came back out and put them in front of him and told him to open his eyes. He looked down and saw the box. I told him to open it.
The look on his face when he saw the two rings I had bought was worth three times what I paid for them! He started to put one on, but I stopped him. I took the ring away from him and got down on my knees next to him. I put the ring on his finger using words from a wedding ceremony I had been to a few months before when an old friend of mine from the Corps had gotten married. I remembered those words because, when I heard them during the ceremony, it was like a knife went through my guts! I wanted so much to 'marry' Brian. To have a ceremony which would gather all our friends and family and show the world how much I loved him. But I knew that was never going to happen.
Brian cried when I put the ring on his finger, saying those words and kissing the ring once it was on him. He took the other ring and saying the words I'd just said to him, put that ring on my finger and kissed it. I couldn't help myself, the tears were falling from my eyes as he did it. As I heard him pledge his love to me forever, I just lost it. I knew he meant those words as much as I did.
I then picked him up in my arms, just like that first night - and many nights after - and carried him to our bed. I made love to him and he made love to me. It was incredible to me that after four years of making love to Brian, he turned me on more now than at the beginning! At first, I loved him because he was so cute and so loving. Now, I loved him because he was so incredibly strong and honorable! What he had gone through to be with me and to still live out his dream of becoming a nurse, had moved me to respect him in ways that I never thought possible. I guess I always thought of myself as the 'strong' one in the relationship. These last four years had taught me that Bri was every bit as strong, if not more so, than I am.
But a real surprise lay in store for me that night!
After we had made love for the second time, we were laying there, basking in the after glow of our love when Brian suddenly said that he needed to talk with me about something. Just the way he said it told me that this was very serious. I was worried for a moment. I couldn't imagine what was so important that it was necessary to talk about it right then.
Brian started to tell me about this kid named Scott. He was only 16 years old and was HIV+! He'd gotten the virus by hustling, selling his young body, just in order to eat and have someplace to sleep! His own parents had thrown him out on the streets when he was only 15 because they found out he was gay! Fucking bastards! To do that to your own child! I wanted to go and kick their asses! Luckily Bri wouldn't tell me who they were or where they lived. I swear I would have gotten out of our bed right then and gone and done it!
He also told me about this grunt that Brian and I, along with Tim and Domingo, all knew named Jason. I met Jason when he brought this old Mercedes 280 convertible to us to repair. We saw a lot of that kid with that car! But he loved it and took real good care of it. We'd all eventually figured out that Jason was gay. He'd had a few three ways with Tim and Domingo but Brian and I had never participated in any with him. But Jason got to know Brian real well when he started volunteering on Brian's ward. Well, according to Brian, there was a budding romance between Jason and this kid, Scott.
I was more than a little condescending towards this at first. After all, Jason is on 19 and Scot is only 16, for God's sake! What the fuck could they know about love! That was when Brian pointed out to me that I was being an asshole and that we were not that much older when we first fell in love. I really hate and I really love when he does that! Every so often, he reminds me that it is NOT my job to run anybody else's life!
I figured out real quick, however, where this was leading. This kid desperately needed a home. He couldn't go into foster care because I knew from a buddy in the Corps what was likely to happen to him there! My buddy had been molested in the first four foster homes he'd grown up in! I couldn't see that as any kind of solution for this poor kid. I figured out that what Brian wanted was for this kid to come and live with us! I guess, if Brian had been a veterinarian, we would have owned at least a dozen dogs and cats. But, no! Brian was as nurse, so I guess we were going to be rescuing a kid instead!
Not that I didn't think it was a good idea, mind you! I saw that we could have a really good influence on this kid. After all, he'd get to see two guys who were very committed to each other and very much in love. God, what I wouldn't have given for THAT when I was growing up! Would have saved me a lot of fear and soul-searching when I was young and trying to figure out what all these strange feelings I was having for other guys were! And, certainly, he would be a lot safer with us than a lot of gay guys who might use him for sex and then throw him out. Plus, there was this added factor of Jason.
I remembered that story Brian had told me about that army of lovers in the ancient world - the Sacred Band. How they believed that no male would ever disgrace himself by cowardice in front of his lover. I figured that Jason's presence in Scott's life would do a lot to help this kid, just the way that Brian being in my life had made me better for it.
I think I shocked poor Bri when I not only told him what he was going to ask before he asked it, but said 'yes' without him even having to ask. I knew that Brian had an unerring sense about people. He just knew somehow who was worthwhile and who wasn't. If this wasn't a good kid, despite everything that had happened to him, Brian would not have even mentioned him to me.
After having settled that, we made love once more and then called it a night. I would have to go with Brian in the morning to the hospital to meet the kid, but as far as Scott coming to live with us, I considered it a done deal.
I was very surprised the next morning when I met Scott. He was, despite the bruises from the attack on him which had landed him in the hospital, an incredibly cute kid! He reminded me somewhat of Brian when I first met him. Not that he looked like him, but that he had that same eager yet vulnerable quality. And when I saw the way the he and Jason looked at each other, I knew that, regardless of their ages, they were already very much in love. Brian had been right - as usual.
I went on to work and told the guys about the little addition to our family. They razzed me about not only did I want to marry Brian, now that we had a 'kid', I'd HAVE to! But I didn't mind. I saw the hurt and fear and need in Scott's eyes and that desire to be a 'Big Brother' just came out in me. Just the way it had with Brian. I wanted to protect this kid. I wanted to try and make his life better than it had been. I didn't want to sleep with him like I did with Brian when we met, but I did want to nurture him somehow.
And I was excited, because I knew that our lives were going to change. And I really down deep felt that it was going to be a very positive change for all of us!
The end of Part 12 of THE MARINE NEXT DOOR
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