Finding My Soulmate

Finding My Soulmate

Ch: 19

Looking To the Future

‘Da-da-da-da-da-da‘ sings my cellphone.  The first six notes of ‘Sitting In the Balcony’ an old Drifters song.  And that ring tells me my man is calling.

“Hey, Bobby Ray, what’s up?”

His Texas accent poured into my ear, “Chris, I just wanted to tell you that I’m on my way home and I’m fucking horny.”

“Bobby, when the fuck are you not horny?  But you’re in luck; so am I.“

Suddenly, the front door bursts open and in rushes the man of my dreams.

“You cheated, Bobby.  Taking a head-start.”

 “Come here, you,” he said, with a huge smile on nis face.  A peck on the lips and he continued, “I’m gonna go change clothes.”

I continued rummaging through the freezer trying to decide on what to take out to prepare for dinner.

It’s been nearly two years since the non-rumors started making the rounds on-base about the threesome Bobby Ray and I actually had with Tim, the navy medic at the base clinic. The details of our three-way actually faded pretty quickly and Tim’s assignment was cut short and he moved on to another assignment.

Bobby had talked earlier about his concerns for our little family once our kids arrived.  He didn’t want to be an absentee father and he is always subject to re-assignment to another far away and dangerous location without much notification.  So, he went forth with his plan not to re-enlist in the marines.  When he turned down a re-up, his commander said they already had a backup plan waiting and that involved Bobby moving into a civil service job with the marine training facility.  This would give him stability and his time as an active-duty marine would count toward civil service retirement.  A week ago, my man became a civilian.  He’s still around his buddies at work, so not a lot has changed in his life, except stability in the workplace.

We have found two surrogates and signed agreements for them to give each of us a child. Bobby will father one and I the other. We will aim for one-year between births.  The moms are a married couple with strong desires to follow Mother Nature’s natural urge to have a baby but both have zero interest in raising the children, so it works out well for all of us.  We are excited about starting our own family and our moms are beyond being excited.

That’s our future and at the moment everything remains pretty routine.  Oh, yes.  I managed to continue my job from a home office-studio.  With digital technology today, one can do broadcasting from anywhere.  A small office-studio facility is being built in the house that Bobby and I moved into a year ago.  We still live in Virginia, in the Washington, DC, suburbs.

With my mind juggling multiple thoughts, I jumped with a shriek as two strong arms suddenly wrapped around me holding me against a wall of muscle, with an expanded long muscle protruding through a pair of shorts behind me.

Bobby whispered in my ear, “Chris, I missed you so much today.  I was horny the entire day and just wanted to be making love to you, instead of going through mountains of marine corps training documents.”

Forget about making dinner because I’m taking your ass out.  Let’s get dressed, wear something not dress-up.

Driving into Washington, DC, was quick because the normal daytime traffic had slowed drastically since most employees working in the district had gone home for the day, most of them to the Virginia and Maryland suburbs.  Bobby parked the car in the congressional parking area since no one would be coming to work and need a parking space.  The capitol police, realizing how scarce free parking is near this part of town, look the other way after the day’s work is done.

Walking hand-in-hand with Bobby Ray, I realized I had no idea where we were going.  I asked and he said, “You’ll see, baby.” A few minutes later we were standing in front of the DC Botanical Gardens.

Bobby turned to me with a big smile on his face and said, “You know this place?”

“Yeah, it’s the Botanical Gardens.”  The smile dropped from Bobby’s face.

“Chris, I wanted to bring you back here today because it is where we first met.  Remember I called you on the phone and we arranged to meet here.”

I felt like someone had hit me in the face with a giant-sized fist.  He looked so hurt and I felt like shit.  I had forgotten all about when we had met.  Bobby had remembered.  I wanted to cry with shame.  That day when we met changed both our lives forever; how the fuck could I forget that date in our history.  I looked up at him with tears running down my cheeks and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly with all my strength.

“Chris one of us remembered the date and that’s good enough.  I could have forgotten and you would have remembered.  Having you in my life is the most important thing ever for me, so it’s OK, nothing to forgive.  You’ve been extra busy with the house and the home office studio for your job.  I’m also busy at work and just surprised that I remembered.”

Bobby stopped and looked at me with a beautiful, warm, loving smile on his face.  “Babe, a long time ago, I forgave you for anything you might have already done and for anything you would do in the future, so you’re already automatically forgiven.”

“Bobby, you should be mad at me.”

“Why, and spoil the day?  Come the fuck on, let’s go inside.”

Bobby grabbed me by the hand and led me back to the mensroom.  We entered and closed the door behind us.

“Remember that stall over there, it’s where we had our very first sex.  You gave me an incredible blowjob in there,” he grinned.

“If I remember correctly, you gave me a quick face fuck and when you came, I nearly choked.”

“I just remember that it was the best-feeling sex I had ever had.”

I looked at Bobby, grabbed his hand and pulled him into that stall.

“Holy shit, horny fucker,” he said as he was undoing his belt and pulling his big dick out. “You want this dick, boy?”

“Yes, Sir, I need it so bad, please use me and choke me with your big load.”

Suddenly, the door to the mensroom opened and we quickly froze in silence. Soon we heard a very strong piss stream emptying into a urinal.  Then flushing and the man left, without washing his hands.

We both laughed at our silly act and at the possibility of getting caught.  But you know what they say:  Never let a hardon go to waste.  I grabbed Bobby’s hard rod, wrapped my mouth around it and finished what we had started.

Bobby was putting away his junk and said, “Well, that’s the tour recreating our first time here and our first meeting.  Now, to move this commemoration along, we’re going to dinner at the place we went on our first date.

Bobby drove to the BBQ restaurant where we had dinner together on that first date.  The food was outstanding as it was the first time.  Bobby’s flirting waiter was nowhere to be seen and I was disappointed because the flirting had made Bobby so uncomfortable, in a funny way.  However, back then Bobby Ray was straight, or so he thought at the time.

The drive back home to our house in Falls Church, Virginia, just outside DC was a non-stop joking and laughing trip.  This had been such a great evening and there was more to come, behind closed doors, as the song goes.

At home we cuddled on the couch, TV on, nursing glasses of white wine we had saved for a special occasion. Bobby seemed nervous, couldn’t keep still.

“Bobby, is something wrong?  You seem nervous.”

“I’m so horny, these pants have gotten really tight and uncomfortable.”

“Take ‘em off.”

He instantly jumped to his feet and practically ripped off his jeans and sat down again in his t-shirt and boxers.

I gave him a seductive smile and said, “If those boxers are too tight you can just take them off, too.”

He looked at me for a split second, actually blushed, and still sitting, pulled off his boxers.

“You’re out of uniform wearing only a t-shirt, marine.”

Taking off his t-shirt and while it still covered his face, I grabbed a nipple between my teeth and chewed.

"Holy fuck, Chris, that surprise nearly made me shoot my load.”

I licked his pecs, down his abs and rubbed my face against his cock and balls.  He was sucking in quick breaths, eyes closed and moaning.

I gave him a sloppy, wet kiss and said, “Take me to bed marine and fuck my brains out.”

In one movement, he stood, picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and headed to the bedroom.  He dropped me onto the bed and said in his marine drill instructor voice, “Get outta those fucking clothes and be like me, naked.”  I stripped in record time.

Bobby climbed onto the bed, straddled me on all fours, leaned down and gave me a long, slow, wet kiss.  I was so turned on.  I ran my fingernails up and down his hard, well-muscled back.  Both of us humping against each other.

In all the moving around, his armpit passed over my face and I got a whiff of his sweaty pit.  That smell always turns me into a raging slut. 

Bobby grabbed my thighs, pushing my knees against my chest and lifting my ass into the air.  He rubbed his dick up and down my crack, finally resting the cockhead against my hole.  Slowly applied pressure, teasing me, put me in my begging mode. “Bobby, fuck me, give it to me, breed me, do what you want with me, but I want you inside me, please. ”He pushed hard and we both felt him pop into that soft, moist, tight, glove-like place where we both wanted him to be.

Without talking about it, we both shared feelings about what this anniversary meant to us.  The sex was hot, dominant, satisfying.  Bobby stopped telling me long time ago before he would come and I loved it like that.  He concentrated on the pleasure and just let go when the cum boiled out of his sperm banks and shot forth in my waiting depths.  I felt each shot, throb and vibration of his long, thick cum gun.  He continued to hump me for a minute after shooting his load deep inside me.  Slowly, my lover ran out of steam and collapsed on top of me, rolled over on his back, with me on top.  Sweat dripped from my body down onto him mixing with his own aromatic liquid.  I lifted off Bobby, scooted downward and licked and sucked his cock clean, tasting what was left of his seed mixed with my own ass juices.  His still-sensitive cock throbbed from my tongue and mouth contact.  But he loved this post-orgasm torture and I loved giving it to him.  He, always a US Marine, can take it.  We drifted off to sleep, cuddled tightly together.

When daylight arrived, we slowly came awake with soft kisses, touching, feeling, the typical non-workday wakeup.  There were few words.  My mind was busy with thoughts of the future.  What will our surrogate babies be like?  How will they change our lives. How will the additions to the family change the time Bobby Ray and I have together as the time is divided among four instead of two.  We have made it this far with a lot of adjusting along the way and down the road our happiness will only be increased by the joy two young kids will give to us. 

Time will move on with or without us.  After all, life is what happens while you’re making plans.

The End