Finding My Soulmate

Fuck!  That is the loudest noise at this time of the morning I have ever heard.  It’s 5:30 AM and Bobby’s phone just blasted its wakeup call.  The only time I am usually awake at this time of day, is when I haven’t been to bed yet.  But my life has recently taken a huge change since I met Bobby Ray over the weekend.

I reached next to me to feel for the presence of a six-foot marine sleeping in my bed.  Did I dream it or is he real? My hand found hard muscle.  It’s real, all right.  I snuggled closer to him.

He smelled like sex. The smell of sweat, cum, sex and his natural scene, was making my morning wood even woodier, if you know what I mean. 

“I see you’re awake handsome,” Bobby whispered.

I snuggled and pressed my hard cock against his side.

“Oh, shit, my baby woke up horny,” he chuckled.

“I’m always horny when you’re around.”

“Today’s a workday, so I’m gonna get my uniform from the truck and then we will take a shower.”

Realizing I didn’t have to be at work until much later, I said, “But I don’t need to shower so early.”

“I said, after I get my uniform, we’ll take a shower,” he said with a demanding tone.  “Don’t you know you’re supposed to love, honor and obey?  Oh, wait, that’s after you get married.  Sorry, I got ahead of myself.”

“You thinking about marriage?”

“Chris, it is inevitable. It will happen when we’re both ready for it, but I do daydream about it a lot.”

“So Bobby Ray, the tough US Marine  is getting soft.”

“Hey, you should know there’s nothing soft about me,” he said as he placed my hand on his morning hardon.

“I see I’m not the only one who’s horny this morning.”

“Babe, I’m always horny for you, twenty-four-seven.”

He crawled over me, put on a pair of running shorts, t-shirt and said, “I’ll be back.”  He rushed out the door.

I was still in bed daydreaming when Bobby returned with his uniform.  He hooked the hanger over the bedroom door, looked at me in bed and said, “Get the fuck up, we’re gonna take a shower.”

When I didn’t budge, he said, “OK, if you don’t want to molest me with your busy hands and mouth, stay in bed.”  He walked toward the bathroom.

I jumped out of bed and followed him.

“I fucking knew you couldn’t resist the temptation of getting your hands on a real man, a United States Marine.”

I stepped into the shower, my eyes scanning his hard, muscled, athletic, military-trained body from top to bottom.  I grabbed the soap, he turned facing away from me and I ran my hands over his back, creating a thick soapy lather.  My hand scrubbed him down to his hard ass and I used both hands to clean his ass crack.

“Careful, no fingers in my shithole.”

“Don’t be so fucking crude.  Oh, I forgot for a moment, you’re a jarhead.”

He quickly turned around facing me. “Get on you fucking knees and suck my dick” he commanded.  He knew his orders could make me nearly cum without touching myself.  I dropped to my knees.

Bobby walked closer, took his hardon in his right hand, pulled me onto his dick with his left and said, “Suck!”  His new dominant attitude made me shiver with goose bumps. 

I swallowed his eight inches and worshipped his beautiful, thick manhood, moaning, slurping, sucking, out of control.

I was trying to keep eye contact with him because it gave him an ego thrill.

He said, “Just before we went to sleep last night, you called me an animal.”

“HMM HUH,” I grunted with a mouthful of dick.

He put a hand on my forward and pushed my head off his cock.  I looked up, a little confused, as he said, “I’m gonna show you how a man animal marks what is his.”  He grabbed his dick and let go with a stream of piss, hitting my chest, moving down to my cock and then up to my head.

It had been years since I had had a golden shower and this was an absolute surprise. While I seldom touch my cock in the presence of a top, without thinking, as Bobby marked me as his property, I grabbed my dick, jerked like an animal myself and shot my load within a minute.

After he had no more golden fluid to give, he shook the last drops onto my face and said, “Now, fucker, you are officially mine.”  He broke out into a huge grin, reached and pulled me to my feet.  He kissed me more passionately than ever before.  Then he gave my face one quick swipe with his tongue.  “You taste funny,” he chuckled.

I looked at him closely and said, “Do you know how long it has been since I had a golden shower?  It has been years and this one was the hottest because it was so unexpected.  How does a gay-innocent like you know about such things.?”

“In my spare time at work, I read a lot about the gay life style, particularly kinky things, so I can be a better lover and partner for you.  I didn’t know if my golden shower would freak you out or if you would like it, but you DID tell me once you were into kinky shit.  So, I took a chance.”

“How did you like doing it? I asked.

“It was such a turn on.  Pissing on another guy was really hot and doing it for you was even more satisfying because I really felt like I was marking you as mine.”

“Bobby, I like these surprises from you.  They just make us closer when we are enjoying some kink together.”

“Shit, I gotta finish getting clean and get underway.  Since you can shower later, can you make some coffee?”

“Only coffee or some toast to go with it?”

“Yeah, babe, toast would be great.”

I was in the kitchen when Bobby quietly sneaked up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, pressed his never-ending erection against my ass and whispered in my ear, “I love you, Chris.”

I turned around and said, “I love you more Bobby.  And, where did you get that hickey on your neck?”  I laughed loudly, surprised at how vivid the redness on his neck appeared.   No one at his workplace would miss seeing that.

“Year, I already saw that in the mirror in the bathroom.  No problem.”

“People at your workplace will ask you which girl gave you that.”

“I’ll just tell them my boyfriend did it.”  He said matter-of-factly.  I got the feeling that he was just saying that for my benefit.  I couldn’t believe that this big, tough marine was gonna come out at work so easily…….if at all.

Bobby ate toast, drank coffee and disappeared into the bedroom to get dressed.  He came out a few minutes later in full cammo field uniform. Fuck he looked so hot.

“It’s a good thing I came in the shower or I would rape you right here.  Dude, you look so fucking hot in that uniform.  Promise me you’ll be a good boy at work and not let some woman take advantage of you.”

“OK I guess that means I can let some hot guy bend over for me,” he laughed.

“Get the fuck outta here and go do your job.”

We laughed, kissed and he hurried out the door.

I sat at the kitchen table and relived the most incredible weekend I have ever had.  Fucking EVER!

My thoughts were interrupted by the PING of my phone.  It was a message from Bobby with a picture of his cock with text that said, “I will be like this all day, thinking about getting back to you and have you for dinner.”

I sent a message back: “those balls better still be full when you get home, jarhead.”

My phone pinged again, “Yeah, you can count on it, but I think I need to put a cum rag in my car anyway for when I’m underway.”

Me: “Get your ass to work marine!”

Bobby: “Yes,SIR”

I am happier now that I have been for a long time.  Hopelessly in love with the sweetest guy I have ever met.

PING! “What time will you be home from work?”

I typed: “around 6:00 PM”

Bobby: “I assume you want to see me tonight.  If so, I could start making dinner for us before you get home.  Is there anyone there who can let me in to your apartment?”

ME: “If you want, I can drop off a key at your workplace on my way to work.”

Bobby: “You serious? Great.  Drive in and park, call me and I will be there in a couple of minutes. Saves time since you don’t know where my building is.  OK?

Me: “Great, see you between 9:00 and 10:00.

Bobby: “Fantastic.  See you then.”

I ate a couple of scrambled eggs, toast and washed it down with strong coffee. Then I changed the sheets in the bedroom, straightened up the apartment and got ready to go to work.

I took another shower to make sure I was really clean.  I relived the earlier show and golden shower and got hard again.  I thought about the fact that we didn’t have real sex this morning, but knew we would make up for it after dinner.

I drove to the base where Bobby worked, parked in visitor parking just inside the security gate.  I called Bobby and he said he was on the way to meet me.  As soon as I ended the call on my phone Bobby knocked on my window.  I opened the door and got out.

Bobby said, “I know the two gate guards on duty and I asked them to give me heads up when you arrived.  So, here I am.”

I handed him the key to my apartment.  We looked at each other. Silence. 

“You sure you’re OK with me getting into your apartment with you not there?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?  Put that on your key chain for safe keeping.”

Bobby broke out into a huge grin and I swear his eyes were sweating as he said, “Thanks, Chris.  Your trust means a lot to me.  Thank you.”

I touched his arm to say goodbye and he wrapped his arms around me, giving me a tight hug and kissed me on the ear. His action made me feel so good but at the same time it surprised me.  Even though being gay in the military was OK these days, it was nonetheless pretty bold for a masculine marine to display such affection in public.

In my car driving to Independence Avenue, I thought about this relationship with Bobby and how quickly it developed to the point of verbally expressing our love for one another.  It’s going way too fast but it feels so right.  I just don’t want either of us to get hurt if we suddenly decide this is not real.

The day at work went by quickly, as always.  Upon arrival, there’s the reading in period where one reads through the pile of current news stories, goes through audio tape of correspondent’s filings and creates a brief compilation for each of the long news programs I will produce and present on-air.  There’s always shit happening somewhere in the world that we all wish was not happening.   But we are obligated to report the news to the world, reaching many countries where news content is still restricted and controlled.  Everyday is a busy day in most newsrooms no matter where they are located.  I did my last long news show from 5:10 PM until 5:30 PM following the world news at 5:00 and waited around to make sure the news reader scheduled for the 6:00 PM news arrived on time.  He walked in and I departed for home, hoping Bobby had no trouble with the key and getting in to the apartment.

Delicious smells met me as I walked into the apartment.If that was dinner it was gonna be good.

I joined Bobby in the kitchen.  He gave me a deep kiss, hugged me tightly and said, “Get comfortable and let me finish dinner.”

I sat down to a meal of pork chops, baked potato, green means and green salad.   It was delicious.

“Bobby, this is really good, where did you learn to cook?”

“This is a pretty easy meal to make, difficult to fuck it up.”

As we were cleaning up after dinner, Bobby asked, “How about we go to the club and have a couple of drinks so I can introduce you to some of my friends? Monday Happy Hour.”

“Sure, I’m up for a couple of drinks.  You sure you want to introduce me so soon after we met.  I just don’t want to embarrass you with your friends.”

“Babe, I am very lucky and very proud of you.  So, if they accept me as a gay marine, everything is fine.  If not, everything is fine. If it changes friendships, so be it. Those who have a problem with it are not really my friends and I say, Fuck ‘em.”

“Bobby, you know what you want to do and what’s best for you, I just don’t want you to sacrifice friendships for me, if it should go that way.”

“I need to shower to get rid of the kitchen smells in my clothes and on my body.”

I joined Bobby in the shower and we had our hands all over each other but agreed to save the real sex for later tonight.

On the way to the base, I asked Bobby if anyone talked about the hickey on his neck. 

“The first person to ask was a PFC who works in our place.  I told her my boyfriend did it.”  She laughed and when I kept a straight face, she asked if I was serious.  I said I was.  She said she was happy for me but still thought it was a waste of masculinity on another guy instead of a horny woman. 

A couple of other people saw it and said it looked like I had a great weekend and I told them I had a very good weekend.  Nothing more was said.

At the NCO club, we joined a group of Bobby’s friends who had put three tables together to for a longer table to keep everyone together.  Bobby introduced me as his friend.  I felt easier than if he had said boyfriend.  The guys made room for us to sit together.  A guy from the other end of the table stopped on his way to the men’s room to say hello.  Bobby introduced me as his friend and then said, “Actually, he’s my first boyfriend.”  The friend looked a little surprised, if not shocked and shook my hand and said a few polite words before moving on.

When that friend returned to his seat, I noticed he was whispering to a few people who looked our way and smiled.

Bobby looked at me and said, “The word is getting around and that is good.  I don’t have to keep repeating it myself.  For fuck’s sake, there’s nothing wrong with being gay or even being straight with a gay boyfriend, we are beyond the fucked up “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” bullshit. He raised his glass and said, Here’s to us, Chris.”  We clinked glasses and drank.

Bobby and I were on our second and last drink when the happy hour gathering of Bobby’s friends started departing.  Nearly every one of them stopped to introduce themselves individually and say that they hoped we would see each other again soon.  We finished our drink and left for home.

On the way home, Bobby said, “I hope that wasn’t too uncomfortable for you.”

“Not at all.  I was just a little concerned that someone would say something hurtful to you about having a boyfriend.  That’s all.  Otherwise, I had a good time.”

Bobby Ray grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch. “We’ll have an even better time when we get home.”

“Jeezus, does that thing ever go down?”

“Not since I met you.  It used to be I could go for days and only have a hardon when I woke up in the morning, you know, like all guys have. I’m serious Chris. I am thinking of you all the time and I just get hard like a 15-year-old. I’m doing sexual things I only dreamed about.  Like the golden shower this morning.  Like ass-fucking, all of those things I am doing with you that I have never done before.  It’s hot, sexy, fun.  I love it.  I’m looking forward to growing old with you by my side.”

“That would be a great life together, Bobby.  I’m still a bit concerned that the newness will wear off and we will go our separate ways.”

“Babe, I know what I feel in my heart and it is strong and real. Feeings like I have for you are totally new and I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the feelings will last forever.”

“Bobby, I hope you are right for both of us.  I feel like we’ve been together for much longer than a weekend. You are so special.”

“Stop worrying about everything.  It will be what it will be.  Since I’ve been in the marine corps, I better understand myself and my intuition is never wrong.”

“What about before the marines?

“I was fucked up until I joined up.  Funny, but I was a straight A student until puberty hit.  I was a kid who loved his parents and never gave them any trouble.  Then puberty struck and I became a little asshole.  My parents didn’t know how to deal with the change in me.  Experts told my mom that it was likely some sort of hormonal problem but no one could fix it.  I was 100% rebel.  I treated teachers and everyone else like shit.  Called my parents every name in the book.  I walked out when I reached 18 and finished high school.  I tried to get a job but my poor attitude was so obvious no one would hire me.  Then I decided to join the marine corps because I wanted to be one of those tough guys.  I didn’t have a clue.  The corps was having none of my attitude.  I was constantly in trouble and nearly got kicked out. A couple of training sergeants saw through me and kicked my ass so severely I wised up.  They didn’t do anything physical but I lost the emotional test of strength.  I was among so many men but totally alone.  Eventually I realized I had to engage in teamwork and work with everyone instead of against them. The marine corps taught me to have manners and respect.”

“Bobby, you are telling me you haven’t been home for five years?”

“Yep.”

“You have to fix the situation with your parents.”

“Chris, I don’t know how.”

“Just go home and tell them you are sorry.  Apologize, let them know you are a different person now.”

“I can face a danger on the battlefield but I can’t face my parents.”

“Bobby, can you promise me you will go home at Christmas and let your parents see the new you?  Tell them you love them.”

“Chris, I can’t.  I just fucking cannot go there.”

“If you want things to work for us you have to fix things at home. Otherwise, the regret will always be there and one day it will come at you with a vengeance.  Believe me.   Let’s go to your parents at Christmas.  It will be the best Christmas ever for them.  You can go alone or I will go with.”

“If I go, you will have to go with me.  I can’t do it alone.”

“So, it’s a deal?  I won’t let you back out.”

“OK.  Chris, help me to get through this.  Please.”

“Come on.  Let’s go to bed and mess up the clean sheets.”

In the bedroom, Bobby said, “you told me last night that I’m an animal.  So, this man animal will fuck you like an animal, like a dog.  Get on all fours.”

Bobby fucked me hard and deep, quick and deep like a dog fucks.  After a few minutes, he stopped, pulled out and said, “this doesn’t work for me.  I want to see your face when I make love to you.”

I got on my back and Bobby climbed on top of me.  He didn’t say another word.  He kissed me passionately but with meaning and feeling.  He entered me and fucked me deep and slowly. My stud made love to me.  It was so wonderful.  He pulled me up into a sitting position and hugged me close, kissing me and then slowly lowered me back onto the bed, still inside me.  He continued and the slow, deep penetration changed to slow stabbing of his dick inside me. His breathing changed and he moaned loudly as he filled me with his sperm.  He stayed inside me and lay on top of me for a few minutes.  I felt what I first through was sweat dropping onto my face but I discovered it was tears.  I didn’t say anything but touched him and hugged him, letting him know I felt his emotional moment.  I assumed it had something to do with the feeling of deep regret about how he had treated his family.  He pulled out and rolled onto his back.

“Chris, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.  I know I can count on you to help me put the last of my bad days with my family behind me. Man, I love you so much.  I’m lucky you came to my rescue.”

“Bobby Ray, we will get through this together like we will fix all other problems that enter our lives together.  I love you more than anything thing else on this planet.”

 “Good night my lover.  Pleasant dreams.”

“Good night, Bobby.  Get some rest.  You have an early wake up again.”

To be continued…..