MARINE IN THE CITY
Manhattan in the Fall of the year is the best possible time to be here. The theatre and opera seasons get into full swing. Everyone returns from their Summer rentals either on Fire Island or some other resort area. And the city once again fills up with young professionals, titans of Wall Street, famous actors and actresses and regular working stiffs out for a good time.
I just want to decompress and regain some perspective as to where my life is headed. I know dad must have some plans concerning the two of us while I’m here. He’s been at loose ends since his divorce from my mom a year ago. It was an equitable split as far as I know. Dad kept the penthouse and a large apartment in the financial district. She got the big pile in the Hamptons and a two-bedroom apartment on the upper East side of the city. She receives a huge alimony check each month and that seems to keep her happy, and of course, because of the alimony payment, she’s not looking for another husband.
“Twenty-five years was enough for me – no more answering to a husband, thank you very much.” I remember her saying over breakfast in her East side apartment the morning the final decree became a reality.
So, these days, I don’t think a lot about her and what she might be up to besides theater openings and the like. It must sound heartless but I don’t care for her that much. She was never there for me, always had other things to busy herself with. I must have seemed like nothing more than an inconvenience. A boring, bookworm of a kid. I had no brothers or sisters to confide in and not many friends at school. it was a solitary boyhood for me. I spent a lot of time alone or walking through art galleries or hanging out at coffee shops in the Village.
I recall one coffee shop in particular on Christopher Street that I used to frequent. I would take a good book, order coffee, lox and bagel and just sit and read, sip coffee and watch the parade pass by.
The Village at that time was peopled mostly by gay men and women, and open-minded liberals. A lot of gay men in black leather strutting about trolling for prey to seduce. They always caught my attention. The tight levis or leather pants, black leather jackets and motorcycle boots made them look like gods from another planet on the hunt. I think that in the back of my young teenage mind I wanted to be hunted and captured, cared for, loved even.
Of course, nothing like that ever happened, but somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted to be owned. For now, the Marine Corps owns my ass, lock, stock and barrel so to speak and that ownership by them of me, creates a safe place to hang my hat for now. Back then I wanted my father to pay more attention to me. To do more things with me that just the two of us could share. But he was always busy tending to and building his firm into the powerhouse it is today. A hundred or more employees depend on him for their livelihood, so I understand how he has to divide his work schedule and his leisure time carefully. My respect and love for him outweighs anything negative going on in my dull life.
It’s Tuesday morning and I just woke up from the first truly sound sleep I can remember having in a long time. I’m stretched out on top of the comforter in my white boxers, fingers knitted together behind my head. Eyes closed waking up slowly when I hear a slight tap on my bedroom door. I almost didn’t hear it, and it happened again.
“Come in.”
Dave opens the door and is standing with one hand on the door knob and a big smile on his face. He looks so fucking sharp in his tailored chauffer’s uniform and boots that it almost takes my breath way. “Good morning sir, I hope I didn’t awaken you.”
“No, you didn’t Dave – come on in, the waters fine. I’m wide awake.” I say laughing under my breath. I think because he’s still calling me ‘sir’ and I want a more personal relationship with him as an equal, at least in my mind.
He walks over to my bed. His deep brown eyes surveying me from my toes up to the top of my head with a brief stop lingering on the open fly of my boxers where a tangle of dark pubic hair is protruding, and the imprint of my dick and dick head is clearly visible under the white fabric. I’m not hard yet but if he continues to stare at my dick I will be in a flash.
“Ok, ok Dave – hold it there for just a minute.”
“Did I do something wrong sir?”
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about, you calling me sir. I understand that it’s your way of demonstrating respect, and I appreciate that. Believe me I do. But it makes me uncomfortable when you say it. Hell dude, we’re just two bros and I like you a hell of a fucking lot, so please call me either Brad or Bradly, either will work, will you do that for me Dave?
“What will Mr. Jessop think about that?”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll square it with him, ok?
“Yes, sir, I mean Bradly.”
“Good man. I want to get to know you better during the two weeks I have at home. If that’s alright with you Dave?”
“Its more than alright Brad, I want to get to know you better also. I think we might have a few things in common.”
“I think we have a lot of things in common and I want to explore them with you if that’s works for you Dave?”
“It’s works just fine for me Brad.” He says turning to leave the room.
I drop my hand down to my crotch and adjust my dick as It begins to fill with blood. Dave, stops in his tracks, turns and speaks,
“Your dad wants you to meet him at his club downtown at one this afternoon.”
‘Right, he mentioned something about that last night when we were celebrating my homecoming with his vintage scotch.”
“Yes, I remember him saying something like that. And hell, did we finish off his scotch like three frat brothers or what?”
“Yes, indeed we did. I have the grandmother of all hangovers this morning.”
“I have a fresh pot of coffee waiting out on the terrace when you’re ready.”
“I’m right behind you Dave, lead the way.” Standing up to pull on a white t-shirt. Boxers and t’s. That’s me this morning.
I follow him through the apartment bare foot and onto the terrace. The short jacket version of his uniform provides a perfect view of his hard glutes as they flex under his trousers with each step. His tall black boots reflecting the early morning light and I have my eyes glued to them.
“Here you go Brad.” He says pulling one of the chairs away from the wrought iron table.” One of his hands lands softly on top of my shoulder and lingers there for a split second.
We sit facing each other. His back to the park. My legs are stretched out under the table and the toes of one of my bare feet touches the warm leather of his boot, sending an electric surge to my balls and up into the hardening shaft of my cock.
A slight smile tickles the corners of his mouth as he fills two mugs of steaming coffee and pushes one across the table to me. His boyish smile reminds me of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Our new camaraderie has him relaxed but perplexed at the same time. I can see the wheels turning in his handsome head searching for a safe place to land in our new relationship.
He says after finishing his coffee in one final gulp: “I better be off. I have a lot of things to do before tonight’s shindig.”
I stand quickly facing him as he prepares to leave the terrace.
“Shindig? What shindig? Fucking hell, please say it ain’t so Dave!”
Dave comes around the table and drapes an arm over my shoulder grinning a Cheshire Cat smile, gives me a slight hug and says,
“Just some of your dad’s employees, male and female. You know, he’s darn proud of you Brad and wants to show you off. Relax and go along with it and I promise to have your back. I’m good at rescuing Marines in distress.” He speaks laughing softly giving my shoulder another squeeze.
“Ok, then bud, I’m counting on you tonight. I don’t want to get involved with any of dad’s workers, that wouldn’t be cool.”
I spend the remainder of the morning sorting my clothes. They all look new or freshly laundered. I’ll have to choose something suitable for tonight. I settle on dark grey Marino wool slacks, a cream colored knit shirt and black zip-up dress boots. Comfortable without getting too dressed up and I’m thinking that I will go ahead and shower, get dressed in the clothes I chose for tonight, throw on a blue blazer and head down to dad’s club in the financial district.
The lunch meeting at dad’s club was at The University Club situated in an eight-story brick building, an old-fashioned hotel as it turned out. University Clubs can be found in most of the major cities throughout the country. Members in good standing can rent any of the hotel suites and dine in either of the two restaurants. The main dining room located on the eight floor with high vaulted ceiling and enormous stained-glass windows that cast a warm light over rows of round tables covered in white cloths. And a large coffee shop on the first floor for breakfast.
Only a low murmur of voices and the clanking of tableware and wine glasses can be heard. To say that it is quietly elegant would be an understatement. It reeks of wealth. I spot dad sitting in front of one of the stain glass windows alone sipping a glass of white wine. He looks up, spots me and waves me over to his table.
“Glad you could make it son, grab a chair and I’ll get the waiters attention. They do a great burger and fries platter here.”
I sit opposite dad, unfold the white linen napkin and drop it into my lap, then look up to find him smiling at me. He reaches across the table and takes one of my hands in his, then he envelopes my hand with the other. Looks deeply into my eyes and says:
“Son, I’ve missed you so much this past year and want you to know that I’m here for you in every way.” I detect a dampness in his grey/green eyes and look away quickly.
“Dad, I think you realize what you mean to me. There isn’t a better dad on the planet, and none to hold a candle to you, sir.” I say as I squeeze his hand back, feeling his warmth. A sudden jolt of electricity runs through my body and finds a home in my crotch. My dick has sprung to life sitting, holding my dad’s hand and getting lost in his beautiful eyes. I can feel the swollen blood engorged head leak precum down the inside of my left trouser leg.
“Do you care to order now sir, or should I come back?” The tall slender young waiter says looking from dad to me. He’s smiling seeing us holding hands, then looks down to his order pad.
“Jeffery, this is my son Brad, Marine home on leave.” Dad says to the young man who he obviously knows, probably from being a frequent visitor or is it something else since Jeffery is looking from me to my dad. Do I see a slight glint of jealously in his eyes? Probably not.
“Jeff, we’ll both have the burger platter medium well and a pint of whatever is on tap today.”
“Very good sir, I’ll be back with the beer shortly.” Then walks away from our table toward the bar. This is one hot looking dude, probably a college student, nineteen or twenty, somewhere in that range.
We release hands and both lean back. My hands go to my crotch and land over my swollen cock to feel its stiffness. Dad’s hands also disappear from the table top. Could he be massaging his massive dad dick like I’m doing to mine?
I snap out of my brown study and return to reality. “So, dad, what’s this get together about tonight?” I say as he raises his wine glass to his lips and drains it before he answers me. “Oh, just some of my work buddies I wanted you to meet, nothing special, just ten or twelve. But before we retire for the evening I want us to sit down for a father and son discussion, nothing serious, is that ok with you?”
“Of course, dad, whenever you want is fine with me.”
I could be imaging things but I feel his foot next to mine, rubbing his slip-on loafer against my boot. When I look up he pulls his foot away from mine and has a guilty gleam in his eyes. The burgers arrive and we finish them off and drain our beer glasses. We stand at the same time and dad comes around the table and embraces me, we’re face to face, snug and close. I feel his hard dick pressing against my crotch. If he noticed it, he didn’t indicate that he had.
“Ok, son I’ll see you after work.”
“Great dad, see you then.” Did I just feel him pat my ass before he walked away? I must really be horned up to think that my own father is flirting with me. But tell that to Brad junior who just sprang to life. Having these feeling about my own father is a phantom that visits from time to time especially when I have my dick in hand and run feature films through my mind with my dad as the main player. The Texas Ranger hunting down the cattle rustler, or the cop on the beat arresting the street punk. I doesn’t take much encouragement before I fire off some heavy cum shots across the room. Whatever happens in that direction I have to let him make the first move.
Dad heads straight to his office in the financial district, and I head uptown. The apartment is quiet when I enter. It looks like the maid has come and gone. All of the pillows fluffed and scattered casually on the long black leather sofa. The deep pile of the carpet shows faint vacuum cleaner tracks, otherwise, all is in order and awaiting the arrival of the caterers and tonight’s guests
I drape my blazer over a nearby chair and settle down on the sofa. Stretch my legs out in front of me and land my boots crossed at the ankle on top of the thick glass of the modern stainless-steel coffee table. I ease my head down to the back of the sofa, close my eyes, take in a lung full of air scented with Windex and leather. The leather speaks quietly to me as I reposition my body on its luxurious surface. Automatically, my hands drop down to my crotch and gives my junk a tight squeeze. Fucking hell, I’m so boned up after lunch with dad that I ache all over. All that I can think about now is whipping my cock out and giving it a good beating. I haven’t cum in twenty-four hours or more and my nuts are boiling over, begging for some attention. So I do what any good horned up Marine would do, unzip and haul my thick cock out for some air. I’m practically in love with my dick I have my hand wrapped around. It’s given me so much pleasure over the years that I feel I owe it this attention. I squeeze the thick veined shaft under the head causing a pearl of precum to appear on the crown, dip my index finger into the clear goo, then bring my finger to my mouth and suck it off.
“Sorry Brad, I didn’t mean to disturb you, didn’t know you were home.”
I look up startled and quickly stow my piece away. I must be blushing from head to toe getting caught like this. Dave, is shirtless, wearing only his uniform trousers and tall black boots. His chiseled pecks, hard planes of maleness and his washboard abs ripple as he moves closer to me then speaks. “I was taking a quick cat nap before getting underway with arrangements for tonight. Hey, no need to be embarrassed. When the call of the wild happens, we answer it the old-fashioned way, we slap it around until it spits at us.”
Before I can answer Dave is sitting next to me with his hand holding the back of my neck pulling my face into his. His deep brown eyes have me captured as he begins kissing my face all over tenderly. Kissing the lids of my closed eyes, then around to my ears, breathing into them, licking inside causing me to melt in his warm embrace. He holds my face between his warm palms and urges his tongue between my parting lips until he gains entry to my mouth. I taste his saliva tinged with coffee and whisky. Dave is slightly high and feeling no pain.
He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it. Leans in and begins to lick and nibble under my chin, down my neck to my chest finding first one nipple then the other as he sucks, chews and nurses on the stiff brown nubs, releases them and licks his way down my dark treasure trail to the buckle of my thin leather belt. Kisses the buckle but leaves it unmolested as he goes lower and rubs his face over my crotch, uses his nose to push my dick aside to blow hot breath over my tightening ball sack.
“This Paratrooper wants your Marine ass, you gonna give it up, or do I have to take it?” I’m speechless as his hands unfasten my buckle, open my trousers, pull them down to my boot tops along with my boxers, unzip both boots and pulls them off and sets them on top of the coffee table. He holds my feet in both of his strong hands, massages them, using his thumbs to work the soles, bends down and grasps the toes of both socks with his teeth and pulls them off slowly, one at a time while looking up at me. He kisses the soles of both and rubs them over his beard stubble causing me to jerk away. He removes my trousers and boxers leaving me naked with my dick standing tall and throbbing, precum running down the underside to coat my hairy balls with its transparent gloss.
Dave sinks down to his knees between my spreading legs. Lowers his face to my crotch and sniffs and licks the hairy trench on both sides of my tightening nut sack, sucks each ball into his mouth one at a time cleaning them off, holds my shaft at the bottom so that it stands tall like a flag pole, pulsating sending copious belches of precum to flow over his knuckles. He’s looking up at me from his position on the floor between my legs, with a killer smile overtaking his face as he begins to lick up the underside of my dick all the way to its engorged head, licks and nibbles around the flange of the glans, kisses the crown tenderly then fastens his lips over the head and takes it into his hot mouth.
I drop my hands to his head as he becomes an extension of me. My dick is pulsating and leaking dick snot into his mouth as he sucks, his hands forming a tight fist around my nuts preventing an ejaculation from happening prematurely. He’s looking at me with those twinkling deep pools of dark brown. He releases my cock from his mouth, then slowly lifts my legs up to land my feet on top his muscular shoulders, as he rocks me back. I can only see the top of his head as he sinks down lower, licking and sucking my perineum, the tip of his nose touches and rubs over my tight sphincter.
“Oh, Marine baby boy, your shitter smells so damned good and I’m about as hungry as I ever have been. This looks like dinner to me.” I feel the tip of his tongue swab my pucker then kiss it. He’s making mouth love to my asshole, darting inside to taste me, then out to suck around my anal ring, puffing it up and causing a sensitive I have never felt before not even when I poked a finger inside while I was beating off.
He reaches into a pocket and brings out a tube of K-Y. Unzips his uniform trousers and haul out his heavy artillery, an eight or nine-inch hard as nails uncut cock. The overhang is fully retracted and he greases up the head and positions it at my virgin but hole.
“Take it easy man, I’ve never been fucked!”
“Don’t worry cowboy I know how to gentle a stallion like you, just relax and open up and I’ll take you for a ride you won’t soon forget. Didn’t your Marine buddy get inside of this fine ass of yours already?”
“No, he didn’t. I’m cherry.”
“I’ll have you knocking at my door with your skivvies down to your ankles, guaranteed.”
He rubs the tip of his swollen dick head over my tightly closed back door. Dancing it around, poking slightly in and out, holding it by the base. All the while keeping my eyes locked into his, holding me captive. He’s smiling down at me, licking his lips, nodding his head slowly up and down. “I’ve seen you watching me stud. I knew what you had on your mind the minute I picked you up at Kennedy. The way you fixated on these big custom boots of mine, your dad likes them too, he must because they set him back eight hundred bucks, yeah, he likes them too.”
My eyes are closed as his dick head pops through my anal gate and holds allowing me to get accustomed to the feeling of fullness. The sharp jolt of pain when he entered is shooting through my body, almost blinding me.
“WAIT, WAIT !” I cry out pushing on his chest with my open palm. “Back off a little and let me get used to this ramrod of yours!”
Dave holds still. I’m impaled on his thick Paratrooper cock. He’s wiggling it around inside of me attempting to loosen me up. His big dick head touches my prostate and suddenly I open up to him like a blossom in the morning sun.
“That’s right little buddy, give daddy what he wants.”
“Oh, fuck dude! It feels like you got your arm up inside. Please fuck me hard man, I want to feel you take me, fucking own this Marine ass, it’s yours!”
Dave takes me at my word and begins his assault. I can feel him owning my insides. No slow in and out, but a furious pumping, slam fucking my hole. He’s determined to leave his sperm way up inside of my Marine hole owning me the way I’m sure now he must be owning my dad’s ass.
We’re taking our time. I’m luxuriating having his fuck pole in me. It feels natural and right. I can smell his sweated up hairy armpits. He smells the way a man is supposed to smell. That’s the scent that attracts potential mates to his fuck ground. That’s how he holds them in check and makes them beg for his favors. That is a position I’m sure to be in from now on, trailing after him like a lonesome pup sniffing around wherever he lifts his leg to take a piss. Because of the overwhelming feeling that has engulfed my entire being, I’d drink his piss gladly, if he asked me to, even beg him for it. I’m in a dilemma, torn between him leaving his fuck juice up my butt and me drinking down his offering, my mind is in a whirlwind of emotion. He’s about to take that decision out of my reach as he throws his head back and howls sending vibrations bouncing off of every wall.
“GOD FUCKING DAMN!” He yells to the room. “Mother of God! Take my load you fucking hot piece of Marine beef!”
I feel him shudder as he continues to jab into me, grinding and poking. His sweated-up chest hoovering over me. His pheromones enveloping me in a hot mist. The acrid smell coming from his ass crack, the sweat dripping from his pits landing on my cheeks, my tongue snaking out attempting to taste him. The room is filled with his presence. My dick explodes onto his abs, my cum finding refuge in the ripples of hard worked-out flesh. I intend to clean him up after we both come down from this incredible high if he allows me that privilege.
Dave unplugs his weapon from my still vibrating butt hole with a pop and lowers my legs draping them over his own legs. He pulls my mouth to his, kisses sweetly, then my forehead, cheeks and back to my mouth. “I could fall in love with you without too much trouble, that’s how easy it would be.” He says while caressing my face with the back of his hand, holding me captive with his tractor beam eyes.
“How about I lick my cum off of your abs and clean you up a bit. No ones in love here, more like in lust.” I say seconds before I make dive down to his hairy abs.
“Sounds like a plan Marine, clean me up.
End of Chapter 5
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