Finding My Soulmate

Going Home Again

The first part of the drive toward the Texas destination has been pleasant and smooth. Midway between Washington, DC and San Antonio, Texas, we stopped overnight at a Jackson, TN motel.

We had dinner at a nearby restaurant. The place had a pleasant atmosphere and the food was quite good.

During dinner, Bobby brought up a subject for discussion we had not talked about: having children. “You can expect my mother to talk about not counting on grandchildren, for obvious reasons. So, I have an idea and would like to offer a solution for my parents as well as yours. Once we decide to get married, we could find a surrogate to have a kid for me and later a surrogate to produce a child from you. Both conceptions would be by way of artificial insemination. I don’t know how you feel about that but we should talk about doing that if we both want kids. What do you think?”

“The idea of having kids has come up in my thoughts but our relationship is way too new to consider doing something like that. We can tell our parents we plan on exploring that aspect of our relationship when we are sure we are together for the long haul.”

“Chris, then we agree that we both want at least two kids?”

“It’s a yes from me. And, you can tell your mother so she can look forward to having grandchildren. Eventually, we will visit my parents and tell them the same. But I don’t think my parents typically care one way or another.”

We returned to our room after dinner to get some rest before getting on the road tomorrow.

I thought that after the long drive and a nagging case of nerves about meeting Bobby Ray’s family always there, we would fall asleep from exhaustion but that was not the case.

“Bobby, you still awake, too?

“Yes, I am so jacked up from anticipation about seeing my parents again I am wired to the max. Driving provided a lot of distractions and now they are gone. So, my brain is swirling a mile a minute.”

I lay there thinking that Bobby needed a powerful pep talk, but I had already given him all the words I could come up with. What to do? Then the idea hit me. Do something to distract him. Surprise him with giving him rough sex instead of getting. To give is better than to receive. Hmmmmmm.

I threw back the bed covers and climbed on top of my marine, knees left and right of his hips, me sitting on his hardness. “Look at me you fucking jarhead! You have learned to face any fears and to deal with anything thrown at you. That’s the key to dealing with your parents.”

I gave him a not so light slap on his face. “You’re fucking tough.” I slapped both my palms on his chest and pulled on his pecs, letting the muscles slide through my fingers, grabbing his nipples and pulling hard. “You’re physically and mentally unbeatable.” I grabbed his head with both hands, leaned down and roughly forced my tongue between his lips. The security lights shining through the window illuminated the room well enough for me to see Bobby’s eyes were open abnormally wide.

I straightened up and grabbed his crotch and squeezed hard. “This is where your fucking strength lies, it’s where a man’s strength comes from. Fucking use it to regain your strength and confidence.”

I got off him, grabbed his boxers with both hands and pull down with all my strength, ripping his underwear from his body. I pressed the boxers against my nose, inhaled and then pressed the boxers against Bobby’s face. “That’s the smell of you that drives me crazy. Be proud of it. Now fuck me, use your physical and mental sexual powers to re-establish your superiority as a US Marine who can handle any fucking thing that comes his way.”

In a split second, Bobby grabbed me, threw me down on the bed and yelled, “You asked for it, bitch.” He grabbed the bottle of lube on the bedside table, dumped some on his right hand and started stretching my fuck hole. I thought for a few minutes that he was gonna shove his hand inside, but he quickly shoved his cock all the way up my ass. He was harder than ever. I mean like a steel pipe. He smothered me with wet, sloppy kisses. Slapped my face a little.

“You want this marine dick? You want it as much as I want to give it to you. I know you think about me and my cock a lot. Now you are getting what you wish for.”

He fucked me like he was trying to get his money’s worth from a cheap whore. I was never this turned on by sex with anyone. Never! My body and brain were working overtime with excitement and satisfaction. After what seemed a long time, he pulled out and grabbed me with both hands and put me on my stomach.

“Head down and ass up, NOW!”

I moved faster than ever to get in the position he was demanding. He just rammed inside me. I was in sex heaven. I love manhandling rough sex. It satisfies my need to be treated like the bottom I am. I love the power a man has over me and right now, I had nothing to say about this fuck. He soon got bored with this position, pulled out, slapped my ass hard and said, “turn over so I can fuck you like a girl.” Bobby fucked hard and deep, spitting out every dirty word I had ever heard. I felt his cock throb a little, his moaning turned animalistic and then he pulled out quickly sat on me and jacked off on my face. After the cum tanks were empty, he pushed his cock onto my face and spread his load all over my face. “Open.” I opened my mouth and felt this steel-hard dick slide down my throat. He pulled back, resting his cockhead on my tongue and said, “Clean it!” I was still so turned on, it was not a gentle cleaning I gave his slippery tool.

When he had had enough cleaning, he pulled away and flopped onto his back. “Holy fuck,” he said, “What just happened?”

I had a thought and quickly decided I would carry it out. I straddled his hips, took my cock in my hand and jacked off on Bobby’s chest. I had no idea what his reaction would be. After I came I just sat on him. He slowly put a hand on the puddle of jizz on his chest and rubbed it into his body. I think he liked it. I think he liked it! I climbed off and slowly let myself down on my back, staring at the ceiling.

“How do you feel, Bobby?”

“More importantly, how are you? That was the roughest I have been with anyone. Too much?”

“It was so perfect, so hot. I feel so satisfied.”

“That was hot, watching you jack off on me. Never experienced that. It was hot. Chris, I know what you were doing when you started this. It took a couple of minutes for me to figure it out. This was better than any pep talk I have been given. You always know what I need, regardless of the situation. This is why we fit together so well. I know I need you in my life forever. I’ve never experienced such a perfect match before. You are one special dude. I love you and I need you. Don’t ever leave me, Chris. I will always do whatever it takes to keep you by my side. Anything.”

“Bobby, I will always be there for you. Not to worry.”

“What you just did for me really gave me my strength back, made me ready to meet my family and show them that I am a better person than when they last saw me. I feel like I can conquer the world now, the way a marine should always feel. My fear simply got ahead of my strength. Thanks Chris. But I have a question. Are you sure you’re a bottom? I got really turned on when you slapped me, hurt my balls, tried to rip my nipples off. Getting that from you was all new for me. I hope you will do something like that again, even if I don’t need it. It was fucking hot!”

“I’ll have to tie you down sometimes and control when you come. Give you a ruined orgasm.”

“What is a ruined orgasm? How do you ruin an orgasm?”

“Bobby, I have so much more to show you about man-man sex. But I think we are both all sexed out for now. And we need some rest before we finish our trip tomorrow. So, good night my love.”

“Good night, Chris. Come here.”

I moved closer and quickly felt Bobby’s arms wrapped me up against his hard body.

To be continued……