The Summer of 2004 Ch. 05

A gay story: The Summer of 2004 Ch. 05 I drove home exhausted from the sexual intensity and violation of the day. My clothes, skin and taste buds were sticky and reeking from our commingled ejaculate, juices and raw funk. But I was hard and loving it. As I pulled into my driveway, dad was washing his Beamer. I didn’t want to stop to talk; I was afraid he’d smell the scent of another man all over me. As I held the emergency brake, I thought of Robert’s hard cock in my hand. I thought of how I had taken this stud’s manhood into my mouth. My tool stirred in remembrance of the day, and as I stepped out of the car my dad was waving to me with his movie star smile.

I really love my dad. Always have admired him, always will. In a lot of ways he reminds me of Robert. He’s very handsome and his body is well-developed, not bulky or overly muscular, just manly and taut. I always figured my dad had a big cock because there was always a healthy extrusion in his pants, no matter what type of pants he’d wear. He was wearing khakis today, which usually accentuated his manhood. He was squatting down to dip the sponge in the soapy water when I caught a glimpse of his healthy mound. I wondered exactly what his cock looked like and if he’d ever had a gay thought in his life. I wondered why his and most every other cock I’d looked at hung to the man’s right.

I love him so much, as most sons would, but the thought of him finding out I was gay really scared me. I don’t think I could live if my dad rejected me. “Whatdya say there Mike?”

“Hi Dad.”

“That Marine seems to be working you to death. You look a little under the weather.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad, but today I’m kinda tired. Listen, is Mom cooking dinner tonight? I’m starved.”

“Yes sir. It’ll be ready in half hour. Hey Mike, my associate Bill Levilio has this knockout of a daughter. She came to the office today. She’s home from her first year at Vassar. Would you like to meet her?”

I was accustomed to just about everybody trying to fix me up, but this was kind of unexpected from Dad. I sensed, with dread, that he too was picking up on my taste for a man’s cock, for his ass. “Oh, um, I’m…sure, sometime.”

“Listen Mike, the years are going to go by very quickly. I don’t want you wasting your summers. You know I don’t really poke into your affairs but I think you need to, you know, get out more.” His tone was a little too concerned at this point. I was convinced then he definitely thought there was something wrong, something queer with me! I wondered if he had heard any gossip about my brawl at McBirdy’s or the reason I wasn’t guarding at the lake this summer.

Was he suggesting to me he was afraid I was gay, or was he just afraid I was being too anti-social? Damn, why don’t I just fess up and tell him already. Why don’t I just say the truth, “No dad, I’m not going to date her because I’m not into snatch. As a matter of fact, you want to know how I spent the day? I ate out the ass and crotch and cock of a STUDLY United States Marine! And you know what? I loved it! I loved having my tongue up his ass. I loved swallowing his semen and gagging on his meat. I loved smelling his balls and licking the entire crack of his ass! I loved sucking on his asshole and tasting beads of salty sweat. I loved having him slap my face with his meat and shove it through my lips and pull my head down onto him.

“And tomorrow I’m planning on taking his cock up my ass! I’m planning on getting on all fours and having my boss, this crazy, sexy Marine stud, get behind me and shove his hard, 8 inch, throbbing cock straight up my ass. I want him to fuck me like a bitch! That’s right dad. I want to be moaning and writhing with pleasure as this uber stud, more man than I’ve ever imagined, takes my body and uses it for his pent-up, sexual pleasure. I want to please him dad. I want to smell him, taste him, touch him and give my soul to him. So please stop with this bullshit about insisting I take out your associate’s daughter, just so you can look good at the office and I can look good at the lake. I don’t CARE about that posturing, Hallmark-postcard-life-bullshit dad. I want real fulfillment. I want Robert Andrews to take my ass and bust my cherry. I want Robert Andrews to shove his cock down my thoat and cum! So lay OFF of me once and for ALL!”

“I do alright, dad,” I countered. “But thanks, I’ll um, give her a call sometime.”

“Okay buddy, I just want you to enjoy life.”

“I am dad, believe me, this is a good summer already. Okay, I gotta wash up for dinner.”

Showering was an erotic excursion, as it had been ever since I first lay eyes on Robert. I lubed up my ass with as much hair conditioner as would fit in my hand. Then it was time to take the bottle of shampoo into my muscular, tight, athletic ass. It was a thick bottle so I had to ease it in. With a circular motion I could get it to penetrate. Trying to go straight in just hurt like hell. But as I did the circular bit with it, it felt good and the bottle started to slide in.

I didn’t realize how sensitive and what a turn on my own ass could be! Once I got the bottle in about two inches, I stopped. It hurt too much to continue so I just pumped gently in and out. I moaned with pain and pleasure, and, as I’d done a zillion times that summer, I played with my well-endowed, envy-of-the-locker-room-monster while envisioning Robert fucking me senseless. The hot water from the shower enveloping my tight, baseball player physique became Robert’s ejaculate. That vision caused me to spunk violently; my explosion knocked over a nearly empty bottle of Herbal Essence conditioner. My drip splattered the tiles as my thoughts fixated on Robert’s menacing meat. “What would tomorrow be like?”

At dinner, the conversation was about my oldest brother Mark’s accomplishments in law school. He had won an award for best trial attorney and my parents were very excited to share this news. But their enthusiasm seemed to foretell something else. Nobody could be that excited over one award.

“Boys,” my mother beamed. It was my 17 year old brother Tommy and my 15 year old brother Jason and me listening. “Your brother Mark and Wendy are engaged!”

“Wow, that’s great,” I luke-warmly offered. before silently mouthing “asshole.” I was getting tired of Mark always being the center of attention. Why is he the golden boy? Because he fucks pussy? I’m sick of the unfairness of it all. I’m way better at sports than he is, I’m better looking, have a much better body, and I’m even smarter. But my dad seems to cream in his pants over everything Mark does. Mark this, Mark that. What about ME? Ever since I stopped pitching no-hitters, and ever since I’ve not been seen in the company of any steady girl my dad has decided Mark is the favorite son.

“Awesome!” Jason, enthusiastically, answered.

Tommy’s input was a bit more irreverent than mine: “She knocked up?”

My mom admonished him: “Oh Tommy, that’s horrible!”

“No, weddings are horrible,” I thought. I never liked them. I always had to find a date and they just made me uncomfortable all around. I guess the part about having to catch the garter belt, “All single men onto the dance floor,” that type of shit. It just seemed pointless and discomforting. No wonder they usually had open bars. People needed them to escape from these bizarre carnival rituals. Oh well, I’ve gotten through lots of friends’ and cousins’ weddings. I’ll get through this one, too.

I thought of Derek’s brother’s upcoming wedding. I’m definitely not honoring my R.S.V.P. after the fight at McBirdy’s. I still feel ashamed, but at the same time I want to say to them, “You’re RIGHT. I DO like cock! Yes, Derek, I HAVE checked out your package a thousand times over the years and beat my meat dreaming about you sitting on my face. And when I slept over one weekend in the 8th grade, I ejaculated in your bathroom while I had a pair of your worn underwear sitting on my face. That’s right man. I was smelling your used underwear, and getting off on the aroma of your testes. I came hard that night, Derek, REAL hard, as I sucked the sweat out of your underwear and shot upwards onto your Mom’s new hand towels. And Derek, guess what, I’m currently blowing a studly Marine, handsomer and more man than you’ll ever be. I was on my knees today as a matter of fact, submitting to him, placing my tongue inside his ass and swallowing his semen. And I LOVED it.”

“Earth to Mike, earth to Mike,” my dad brought me back.

“Sometime next year will be the big day,” my mom continued. “The exact date isn’t set, well, he only gave Wendy the ring last night.”

“When are YOU getting married, Mike?” I wasn’t sure if Tommy was zinging me or genuinely wondering. He was at the age where he’d either be fingering pussy or sucking his first cock. Fortunately for him the former applied to his life. He’d have no reason to have his heart in his throat in the boys’ locker room, terrified that he might pop a woody at the sight of his buddies’ equipment. He would have no fear at his senior prom that his pseudo date might want some apres prom activity besides coffee at a diner and a goodnight kiss. He might not be the all-star I was in high school with local reporters treating me like Derek Jeter, but, for the absence of the sheer hell that being gay can be, Tommy had it made.

I answered his nuptial inquiry with a standard good offense, making em laugh: “Whenever I find someone as sexy as Pamela Andrews!”

“Anderson,” Jason rejoined.

“What?”

“Anderson, Pamela Anderson. You said Andrews.”

“Anderson, whatever, pass the potatoes.”

Shit, my dad knows that Robert’s last name is Andrews. I hope he didn’t pick up on my Freudian slip.

My dad and mom laughed. “Well Mike,” dad answered, “You’re not going to find Pamela Anderson by hanging out with a sweaty Marine all day. (DID he pick up on it?) All work and no play makes Mikey a flaky guy.”

Flaky is a euphemism for gay, isn’t it? He studied me, and at that moment I was positive that he knew. He knew my love for cock! He knew my love for the smell of Robert’s balls, for the taste of Robert’s ass. He knew my passion for all things male, my own handsome athletic body, Robert’s handsome body, and the manly manner in which we explore and pleasure each other.

My thoughts raced as I gulped iced-tea: “Yeah, you’re right Dad. I LOVE the masculinity of Robert. I love my own masculinity. I even love yours Dad. Although not consciously, on some forbidden, hidden level that only reveals itself in my fucked up dreams, I want your cock and balls and ass too! I have fantasized about you dad. I’ve checked out your hefty mound in your pants since I’m 12.

“At first I admired it, thinking how much I wanted my cock to grow someday to that size. Now it has. But I’m still checking you out, and I’m thinking of your cock when I sleep. In my dreams I’m swallowing your semen, dad. I wake up so ashamed and disturbed by it, but I also wake up GRANITE HARD, harder than I ever was until I met Robert. How do you like that, Dad? Not only is your All-Star player son a cocksucking queer, but on some level that I deny I probably would love to kneel before you, my own father, yes, you dad, and suck your bulging, elongated, superior prick. I’ve watched your ass, and on a conscious level told myself how muscular it was, but on a dream level I know, deep down I shamefully know, that I want to push my face into that ass!

“I would probably want you, Dad, to bend me over and plow me. I would like, on some level, to feel your stubble on my face as you kiss me and shove your tongue into my mouth as you force your cock into my ass. So stop with your Matchmaker, Matchmaker find me a girl bullshit! What part of I want COCK don’t you understand? I want Robert’s semen. I secretly want YOU to fuck the living shit out me. I want you to ejaculate onto my face and in my mouth. I want you to pull me, your second born son, down onto your massive organ. I want you to brutally slap my face with your leaking, manly tool, pummelling my face with that raw, savage meat again and again and again.

“I want you to take the back of my head and shove me down, shove that taboo cock of yours into my mouth and skull fuck me till I’m choking and in tears of incestuous regret and sexual ecstacy! I am so crazy in love with Robert because subconsciously he reminds me of YOU. I LOVE YOU DAD! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU! And I can’t stand the thought of you rejecting me! I can’t stand your aloofness; I’m feeling you’re ashamed of me. It’s killing me how we’ve lost our connection.

“I’m as good as Mark, damn-it! Please, dad, ask me to play catch with you, let’s go to the old field and just hit some out to each other, just you and me. Let’s go fishing together. Come on dad, punch me in the arm, put me in a little headlock and tassle my hair, squeeze my shoulder, wrap your arms around me. Tell me you’re incredibly proud of me, that I’m your favorite son, that you love me. Tell me you don’t care if I’m gay!” “I’m not a flaky guy, dad,” I said it facing him, clearly condemning his choice of words with its nasty implication. “Just ’cause I’m working a lot of hours, I don’t think that makes me a flake. I told ya, the guy pays me good money, twice what I was getting guarding at the lake. I still have a social life, don’t worry ’bout me, dad.”

“Alright son,” he responded yet I felt a challenge coming on. “Just let me know when I can tell my associate when you’d like to meet her.”

OH WOULD YOU GET OFF MY FUCKING CASE, ALREADY!

“Sure Dad, maybe next weekend, if she’s hot.”

After dinner, Rich called me and asked if I’d like to go see a movie. He was very warm over the phone. He really has been a great friend, ever since we met in the second grade. I really appreciate how considerate he’s been to me since the infamous brawl at McBirdy’s. I really just felt like staying home, playing XBOX and jerking off, replaying Robert in my head. But I wanted to keep the lines of communication open with my old buddies. I didn’t want them to think that what Derek said was true, that I was some faggot who has become an anti-social loner.

So I told Rich I’d meet him at the multiplex. We’d be seeing “Spiderman.” He’d undoubtedly be lusting for Kirsten Dunst and I’d be sure and make a point of saying how “nice” her tits were. Secretly I’d be finding Toby cute in his tights. Going to the movies with Rich was the most socializing I did since the brawl night. I was being worked hard all day (not just sexually!) and hanging home suited me fine. But I did appreciate Rich’s friendship. It helped assuage my nagging feelings of being an isolated queer.

After the movie and some bullshitting with Rich about the state of Steinbrenner and his New York Yankees, and how a lot of people missed me at the lake this year (Was he serious or just being kind?), I went home and jerked my meat. Toby didn’t do much for me in his tights. I couldn’t stop thinking of Robert. Damn, his whole being was shaking me to the core. And tomorrow I’d be surrendering my ass to him!

I woke up earlier than usual the following morning, perhaps due to my exhilaration and anticipation of the rite of passage I’d be partaking in that day. It’s not every day that a man gives his ass up for the first time to another. When I said “See ya later” in the morning to my dad, I thought how heartbroken he’d be to know what I was off to do. He’d be devastated to know how much I was hungering for it to happen. NOTHING was going to stop me from taking Robert’s cock in my ass, and NOTHING was going to stop me from loving every minute of it. The guy’s mug? The guy’s solid, manly, body? C’mon, this was going to be the most exciting thing I’d ever done.

I wondered how Robert would do it. I drove west along Rt. 80 towards my dripping fantasy, with Creedence on the radio, my left hand rhythmically tapping the steering wheel to “Proud Mary” and my right hand softly consoling my volcanic bulge. My cock had been painfully alive ever since meeting Robert but the anticipation of today was just about killing me.

When I arrived, I spotted the stud doing crunches on the back lawn with Laurel and Hardy wrestling each other.

“Hey, Robert. What’s doin, man.” The dogs ran to greet me and licked my hands and face.

“What’s up, boot. Let’s hit the morning drill. You gotta get your stats up to speed.”

“Okay, man. I’m up for anything.”

“In the Marines we run 6 miles every day before breakfast. I want to see you increase your speed today on that.”

I was up for it, not quite as fast as Robert’s average speed of 6 minute miles, but I could run a mile in about 8 minutes. That always impressed my teammates. Unfortunately, it didn’t do much to impress Robert. He insisted I could do better.

I wanted to please this guy. I just loved roughing it with him. So I enthusiastically began this summer day running. “Today would be the day he fucked me! I’ll run as long as he wants for that!”

We ran in silence along the perimeter of the lake with the only sounds being our breath, crunching twigs and the morning singing of various birds. It really was a great way to start the day. I liked that Robert was jogging close to me. I got off on his body, its rugged animal stature, and his heavy breathing. His ass looked more than delicious in his black basketball shorts. My own heavy breathing had more to do with the bulge in his shorts and his big legs than from the jogging. I enjoyed how thick they were. His calves, thighs and buttocks were destroying me.

Robert increased his speed and challenged me to keep up with him. “C’mon, boot, let’s see whatcha got.” He sprinted ahead of me like some 11th hour marathon winner. I was in complete awe. I tried my damndest to catch him.

We ran at top speed for the next 15 minutes before I needed a break. Damn, there was no stopping Robert. He was some type of robotron, bionic man. I felt kind of weak, even impotent in comparison.

“Okay, sugar britches, we’ll take a little break.”

“Real funny. Hey, I still ran prob’ly 10 mph consistently.” My hands were clasping my squatting knees as I tried to regain my breath. I spit up some saliva.

“Yeah boot, but you got a ways to go, bro.” I was amazed how his breath was so stable. “This dude is a fucking machine!” I thought.

He walked ahead of me. “When you catch your breath, catch up to me.” And the stud was gone.

“Ah, shit, this fucking guy is kicking my ass!” I uttered aloud as I raced after him.

I finally caught up with him 15 minutes later, but only because he had stopped and was laying on the grass shirtless and sunbathing. “What took you so long, boot?”

“Don’t get so cocky, Robert. By the end of the summer I’ll be kicking your ass.”

“Yeah, what summer we talkin’ ’bout, son. Ya can’t be meanin’ THIS year!”

I playfully motioned to kick him and he grabbed my leg with lightning speed. Before I knew it I was on my gut with this stud on my back. I felt his chin and stubble on the back of my neck. His warm breath spoke: “Respect your CO, boot. That wasn’t very nice.” He started twisting my arm. “Say Uncle. Tell me I’m the man.”

“OWW, why do you always gotta break my fucking balls?”

“Why do you always gotta suck mine?”

“You’re hurting my arm, dick!”

“Tell me I’m the man.”

“You’re the man.”

“Tell me I’m the man with the baddest cock.”

“Ahhh…”

“Tell me, knob, or I’ll snap your arm.”

“You’re the man with the baddest cock!”

Robert laughed and released me from whatever psycho, military, karate maneuver he had me in. He couldn’t, however, extricate me from the grip his whole being had on my system. Yeah he did rough me up, yeah my arm did hurt a bit, but I was excited. FUCK, I was excited. My hard-on wasn’t lost on him either. “Damn son, if your athletic stamina could match your cock’s, you might be a soldier some day.”

I was embarrassed. I didn’t want him thinking that sucking his cock was all I wanted to do. I genuinely liked Robert’s company. I admired him and wanted to hang out with him as much as possible. Maybe he wouldn’t like me if he thought I was just about sucking him off.

“Boot, let’s have some fun. Let’s walk up the hill.”

I followed the Brute and was transfixed on his ass and the muscular tension in his legs as he climbed the fairly steep incline of treet roots and vines. I wondered where he was leading me, why he was leading me. “Did he want to fuck me right here, outdoors?” My cock dripped and danced with anticipation.

When we got to the top, I marveled at the panoramic view. There were no houses around for at least 3 miles. It was quite an anomaly for a State so accustomed to suburban sprawl. “This is so fucking awesome.”

“Yeah, I like it. Okay, get your clothes off.”

“Damn, you’re quite the romantic.”

Robert removed his socks and sneakers and his watch and placed them by his shirt. He looked so hot, just wearing his loose shorts which pronounced his mouth-watering bulge. His tan, tight chest was glistening with sweat. I loved the little bit of hair he had in the center and his torso’s hairline which led south to the top of his shorts. I loved the extruding veins in his forearms, which made the U.S.M.C. tatoo on his right arm even sexier. I even admired his nicely shaped and short fingernails.

I removed my clothes too, all but my shorts as Robert had done.

“What are we doing, Robert?”

He laughed. “You’ll see.” I watched him jump up and grab a tree limb, pull himself over on it and shimmy over to a ledge. On that ledge there was a long and thick rope hanging from another, taller tree.

Before I could process what the Animal was probably going to do–and what he undoubtedly and unfortunately would then want me to do–he was airborne. As he catapulted himself off the mountain, this handsome Marine hollered “HOO-RAH, HOO-RAH!” and plunged at least 40 feet, creating a mushroom sprout of cold, morning water.

I was stunned and yelled after him, “NO he DIDN’T! He is fucking OUT OF HIS MIND! WHAT the fuck is WRONG with this guy?”

“Robert! You alright?”

I knew he was alive, because I heard him come up. “YEEE HAWW, DAMN, now THAT’S the way to wake up in the mornin!”

I watched in awe as this dripping wet, exhilarating stud ascended the mountain. His body was a vision of rugged, natural manliness, solidly built. A real man’s body, not a gym bunny’s. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his thick legs and his cock, which bounced in his shorts as the wetness outlined his manhood and made my mouth water.

When he was back atop the mountain I just shook my head at him. “You’re one fucked-up, crazy ass, motherfucker, Robert.”

“What’s crazy about living life, boot?”

“Nothing. That’s why you’re crazy, because you coulda ended your life!”

“Sugar britches, you’re sounding like a city boy. I’m gonna put some adventure in yourself yet. Now quit your bitchin and let’s get goin.”

“Okay,” I answered as I started to retrieve my sneakers.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whattaya doin?, he commanded.

“You just said, ‘Let’s go,’ so I’m getting ready,” as I started to put my socks on.

“I meant ‘Let’s go,’ as in ‘Now it’s your turn.'”

OH HELL NO, YOU AIN’T SERIOUS. “I ain’t doin’ that shit for nothing!”

“Don’t be a pussy, Mike.”

“I’m not a pussy.”

“Then climb up the tree and do it. C’mon, I’ll help you. I’ll guide you. Nothing’s goin’ a happen to ya. I gotch your back.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” I wanted to plead with him: Can’t we just go back to your loft bedroom and you ram your cock up my ass and make out with me?

Robert extened his cupped hands for my foot, to boost me up the tree. “I can do it myself,” I answered, and with a sigh that could only be read as “WHY ME?” I began the climb.

Robert had one of the widest, handsomest, shit-eating grins I’d seen on him yet. “Aw c’mon, boot. You’re gonna LOVE it.”

As I climbed the tree, he pinched my ass. It was funny how playful this guy could be at times. I couldn’t decide if he was 35 or if he was 12, if he was the most awesome spectacle of renegade man I’d ever met in my life, or just a complete, fucking, infantile psycho.

He followed me up and shimmied across the branch with me. When I pulled myself up I studied the rope. “How old is this rope, Robert? Are you sure it won’t break?”

“Who knows?”

“THAT’S NOT FUNNY! I ain’t doin’ it, no way!”

He laughed. “No, I meant I don’t know how old the rope is, but I do know it will hold your sweet, college-boy ass.”

The water looked so far down and so far outwards that my knees started to tremble. Robert tried to quell my nerves. “Look, boot, I’ve done this a billion times, you’ll be alright. Now reach high up on the rope, and just jump. The most important thing to remember is to not let go too soon or you’ll land on the rocks below. I don’t wanna scare you, but you gotta remember that, do not let go of the rope until you’re clear of the rocks and sand and you’re well over the water.”

My knees started trembling even more. “No, Robert I can’t do this, I’m serious man.” I almost was crying I was so afraid of the height and the danger.

Robert placed his arm around me and rested his manly hand on my shoulder after gently squeezing it. “Looka me dude.” I turned to him and thought of the time he had kindly said the same thing, how he had asked me to look down at his big balls and bulging cock. But now he wasn’t suggesting I enjoy his cock in my mouth. This was about sheer hell, terror and anxiety.

He read my fear. “I ain’t lettin’ nothing hurt ya, boot. You’ll be alright and you’ll thank me in a few minutes. Fear is to be laughed at.”

Looking into his brown eyes just made me think of kissing him, smelling him, having him fuck me. “Couldn’t I just suck his cock and please him that way,” I wondered.

“You can do this, my man.”

“Maybe he’s right,” I thought. “I’ll be laughing in a few minutes and tonight I’ll be taking Robert’s cock in my ass. So let’s do this!”

I held tightly to the rope and remembered what Robert said about not letting go until I cleared the rocks. I hoped that I didn’t panic. “What if I didn’t let go at all of the rope? I’ll probably just come back and slam into a tree. That wouldn’t be as bad as falling 40 feet onto rocks, would it? Oh shit, my thoughts were sabotaging me.”

“BOOT, YOU GOTTA MISSION TO DO! I TOLD YOU WHAT TO DO, NOW DO IT! GO!”

“Okay, okay. Don’t rush me.”

“The longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be. Do you want me to push you?”

“NO, don’t push me. I’ll go, I’ll go, just give me a second.”

“C’mon, I’ll count to five and then I want you off the mountain. He sounded a bit jocular now: “If you do it on five, I’ll let you blow me. Would you by chance be the type of college athlete interested in cock? Are you the type of ball player that would go for a Marine’s cock pounding your face and ass, leaving you filled at both ends with his hot load?”

He made me laugh. That eased my sheer terror just enough for me to lift my feet. I was OFF! “Oh shit!,” I thought. I was supposed to impress Robert with my bravado and yell out “Hoo-rah,” like he did, but I was too fucking paralyzed with fear. “Okay, now I’ve cleared the rocks,” I noticed. Robert bellowed behind me “Now, boot, let go!” and I threw the rope from me and plunged.

As I was suspended in mid-air, 40 feet above the lake, I thought of my upcoming 21st birthday, what a milestone that date is for people. I was proud of myself at that instant. I was an adventurer! And I was happy that I was impressing Robert. But those exhilarating thoughts were quickly supplanted with sheer terror as I fell FORTY FEET into the frigid water. Once I hit the water, cold as it was, I was in my element. I was at peace. I felt accomplishment, pride. I couldn’t wait to get up and climb the mountain and be congratulated by Robert. Damn, I liked him!

As my mouth took its first breath upon resurfacing, I heard Robert laughing from above. “YEEEhaw! BOOOT! Ya did it, bro! Lemme hear ya, guy, ‘HOO-RAH’!”

I answered him with my fist in the air, almost as enthusiastically: “HOO-RAH! HOO-RAH! HOO-RAH!”

When I reached the top I was met by one studly, smiling Marine. “Great job, boot.”

“Thanks, Robert, thanks, man.” I shook his hand and half hugged him, the way 2 Marines would upon completion of a dangerous reconnaissance mission.

But this wasn’t any ordinary Marine situation. I wanted to express my gratitude to Robert for helping me conquer my fear and providing me with an incredible rush, an incredible adventure, and an incredible sense of accomplishment.

I dropped to my knees and again said, “Thanks, Robert, thanks, man.”

He picked up his que and strutted over to me. With each step toward me, I saw his shorts tenting outwards more as his manly meat responded to my being on my knees. When he was in front of me he gently patted the top of my head and stroked my hair. Then both hands were on my head, gently encircling me. My scalp felt the warmth of his strong hands. My cock sprang to life. Robert let his shorts drop to his knees before kicking them to the side.

He was completely naked now. This rugged, manly animal before me was starkly naked, defined, glistening and tantalizing. His cock was at full attention. And instead of forcefully skull fucking me, as I had always liked and as Robert was more than inclined to do, he gently placed his long, thick dick in my mouth and gently pulled my face onto him.

Even his words were gentle and soothing: “I’m proud of you, boot, you did great. Suck that thing, man, oh yeah, take it all in. You deserve it, man. Take it all. Get that tongue all around. Taste and lick anywhere you want. You deserve it man. I’m so proud of you.”

I was so happy to hear this approval and admiration from Robert. He’s a man of few words, usually stoic and none too quick with a compliment. And here he was praising me and almost tenderly feeding me his dripping cock.

I wanted to please him in gratitude. I deep-throated him as best as I could. I tried my hardest not to gag on this massive bone. I wanted to suck and slurp and serve him without the hassles of gagging. I remembered his advice at our first session, my intro to cock-sucking: “When the catcher relaxes, the runner slides home. Relax, Mike, and let my cock slide home.” I relaxed as best as I could and I was amazed how I could fit his entire appendage into me without gagging. It worked! I was relaxed and as a result I got to taste so much more of him and he got to experience so much more pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Robert whispered as he seemed to approve of my technique. I swirled my tongue around his head very quickly as my lips gently encircled the shaft. I slowly went down and up, down and up. I heard Robert’s moaning and thought how he was mirroring my own. I only stopped occasionally for air, but I was enjoying sucking and tasting him too much to stop altogether.

And it pleased me as much as he to do as I was taught that first cocksucking session. I looked up at him. It was so fucking hot to be standing in front of this tan, sweaty Marine stud and looking up at his face, into his eyes as I served his meat. My eyes followed his manly pubic hair, up his torso along the thin line of hair, past the patch of hair at the center of his manly chest, up to his manly neck, its delicious adam’s apple, his lips and his manly, recently grown, short mustache. I looked right into those handsome brown eyes and I spontaneously came.

To Be Continued….

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