Marine Vet Ch 02

Marine Vet Ch 02

Ollie and Tory begin to develop a relationship

This story is fiction. But unfortunately, the premises on which it is built have been repeated over and over. And it seems that even the small amount we do to help those who have fought for us is being cut back. Veterans, thank you for your service. Everyone in the story is over 18. I've used the format of a longer story for this submission. ©Copyright, 2025, Brunosden.

Told in the first person voice of Oliver Strauss, a 23 year old young gay man.....

It's early Saturday morning. By far the best hours of the week. I've just awakened. I'm still curled, naked, around my best friend, Tory Aikman. My chest is pressed into his back. My head is resting on his shoulder. My left thigh is arched over his right. And my left fist is lightly cradling his chubbed cock. He too is just coming to life. I can feel the blood pumping into his shaft. It's early, but our dicks have been up for some time. That isn't so unusual. Morning wood is common. Morning steel is a natural when it's planted between two hard thick thighs. Or when his is still being fisted by my sweaty palms.

It's hot. The AC isn't great in my garage apartment, and the temperatures in Southern Indiana in September are like mid-summer. We're sweaty and reek of the musky testosterone that we used for perfume last night. We had violent sex last night followed by a flip with slow protracted sex with tons of edging. And love and affection are wafting just above us, settling onto us like a thick morning fog.

Fuck what a night! Both of us got off--twice. It was fuckin' epic. Thank god, my place is over the garage and a hundred feet or more from the main house. I guess we must have been pretty noisy. My throat is still sore. So is my ass. His big dick sure has its moments!

Let me step back for a moment.

I'm Ollie Strauss and Tory is my best and longest friend. We were separated for about four years when he served in the desert with the Corps. He returned a mess, and I intervened. I got him to coach a community college intramural football team. And I got him to attend art classes which I was teaching as a VA intern--art therapy. It was touch and go for about six weeks. He was obviously suffering, and because of my affection for him, I think I was too. Then there was the miracle. One night he accused me of trying to seduce him. I thought it was over. But, within a few minutes, he related some stories about the "necessity" for homosexuality in the desert. And a few of his adventures, including one where his partner one night had been fatally wounded early the next morning. The dam broke. And we fucked that night. And again. And again.

Incidentally, Tory is definitely someone that I'd try to seduce (if I didn't consider myself to be in a therapeutic relationship). He's all man, all marine. Slim, deeply tanned, muscled, alpha, about six foot, handsome and hung, like a fuckin' horse. With the tightest uplifted ass on the planet. He had turned the tables on me and took the first steps. Minutes later, I was under him, being pounded roughly to a memorable orgasm. Less than an hour later, it was my turn--and fortunately for both of us, Tory enjoys catching as much as pitching. When I came, I saw the fire in his eyes as he followed with his second load of the night--shot after shot of creamy man seed that glued us together.

Interestingly, our first time together was the night when he announced that he had landed a job--something he feared would never happen. It was half-way to Indianapolis from Eden (where we had lived as boys and where my apartment was now located), at Kipling's Auto Mart, about 30 miles north. Given his experience and expertise, he was hired as a group leader of a service team at a large auto dealership. That was his dream job. He was in love with cars and engines.

After that night, we fell into an easy rhythm. The next six weeks were the best I could ever have wished for. He spent three evenings a week at my place--two after football scrimmages and one (Friday night) after the art class, but went home late most of the time. Spending the night frequently might have caused his folks to question him--and he was still in the closet.

By then, my folks (to whom I had come out as gay years before) knew that I had a special friend, but they hadn't realized it was Tory--whose family they knew well. I did all the driving, and Tory never parked his precious antique Impala in our drive.

Yesterday, Tory asked me to have dinner at his place after the art class--and at dinner, he quietly told his folks that he was bi, probably gay, and that I was his current partner and boyfriend. I was floored at what happened.

His invitation to dinner was really not so unusual--as boyhood friends, we had eaten at each other's homes many times. His father was stunned at the announcement and said nothing. His mother was unusually quiet for a minute or two until she rose and moved to pull him into a hug. "If it had to be a boy, I'm pleased it's Ollie. You know this isn't going to be easy. But, if you are in love, it can work. Indiana is not very gay-friendly. But, fortunately since Peter, Indianapolis, where he was mayor, has opened up some I'm told."

She looked over at Ollie who had been silent throughout the playout of the scene, "Do your folks know?"

"They know I'm gay. But they don't know it's Tory. We've been very careful. We wanted to be sure before we broke the news."

Then Tory interrupted again, "But, it's time. Let me explain. Ollie has been offered a three-day-a-week gig teaching art at the VA hospital in Indianapolis. We are going to move in together--probably in the southern part of the city--I can commute to Kipling's from there, and he'll be closer to the VA. He's going to continue teaching at SICC--but only a few nights a week. And a gallery in Indianapolis has agreed to handle his work. You know his first show there was a real success. So Indianapolis makes sense for both of us."

"We're going to break the news to them tomorrow morning."

Then Dad looked me straight in the eye. "I would never have guessed. Now I understand why the Impala is here so many nights. Here, we thought you were drinking too much and crashing with various dates. Thank god there is a better explanation. But, we could have lost you in the desert. And we're not going to lose you over this. We'll come to terms with it. We love you--and now I think I understand how good Ollie has been for you these last months. Thank you Ollie. For helping us to take care of our boy." Then he too hugged--both of us. "You'll both be welcome in this house anytime. And if you need any help with a downpayment, let's talk."

"We haven't decided on a neighborhood, yet. But maybe somewhere around the Mass Ave district, near the art museum. We're going to go hunting next weekend."

"Well, our offer stands. Let us know if we can help."

*******

We had returned to my apartment in my car and headed up to what turned out to be the memorable night with which I opened this story.

As we entered, Tory slammed me against the wall and pushed hard into me, taking my mouth with his before I could say a word. Minutes later, he had unbuttoned my shirt and was sucking on my nipples while his hands expertly undid my jeans and pushed them down. I toed off my Nike's, stepped out of my jeans and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. My cock was already long, hard and dripping precum.

He marched me to the bed and placed me carefully at the edge. Then he stepped back and stripped. I had never seen him so dark, so feral, so dangerous. His eyes focused on mine so intensely that I thought he was trying to hypnotize me as his prey--or maybe he was looking into my soul.

He knelt between my legs and sucked in my knob. His tongue swirled around the head before he dipped and took most of it. I felt the back of his throat as his tongue tickled the bottom of the shaft. I pounded on the mattress in pleasure and acceptance. Then, I pulled my legs up and draped them over his shoulders to give him total access. Finally, he came up for air and looked up into my face, using his first words, "Fuck, Ollie. You turn me on so totally. I want to devour you, to take you, to hold you so close to me forever that we'll never part again." I squeezed his ears with my inner thighs, responding physically to his oral claim.

His tongue went to the taint, trailing down to the rim. It circled a few times. Then I felt the lubed fingers penetrating. They knew the route to the treasure and began to stroke my enlarged and ultra-sensitive nut.

"I want you inside, Tory. Now."

"Not quite so fast. I'm enjoying this."

But, he did respond. He stood, my calves still on his shoulders, and bent forward, doubling me onto myself. His strong arms reached out and forced me into a jack knife. He stiffened his legs and with that move, rolled me up onto my shoulders, with my dick leaking down onto my face. The solid head of his cock was at the gate. He pushed, easily slid inside and paused. That initial moment when I feel the business end of a cock inside me is one of exquisite pleasure--and total surrender. I was his. As I had always wanted to be. If we could somehow bottle this sensation, we'd be millionaires.

Using thick ropey thighs he began to rock and thrust, gaining depth and momentum with each. Gentler than I had been expecting, but so sure of where he was going. So seconds later he was bottoming, crowding my bundle of love nerves, filling and stretching my chute. Hitting that magic spot over and over. We were fuckin' one! He froze. That's when I felt the vibrations of his blood filling his cock even more, hardening it, spreading out inside me. He scooted me up into the center of the mattress as his legs stiffened and he moved into a push up position. He began to drive, relentlessly, now seeking to bring himself to total release. Intense. More than ever. Something more was going on. I didn't know what. But, it was terrific and scared me at the same time.

My arms slipped around and my hands gripped his globes and pulled him tight, fingers straying into the cleft. I held him deep, totally giving myself to him, feeling the rumblings of my own full body experience.

I saw it in his eyes. They widened and darkened. His hair fell casually over his forehead. His nose expanded, sucking in oxygen to fuel his effort. His balls drew up. His gut's concavity deepened, creating deep cuts between his abs. He was about to explode. Pure animal. Pure pleasure. The first spasm didn't surprise either of us. He went deeper. My body was electrified with the stimulus. My cock ached with its size. My cockhead turned blood red and expanded as never before. My anus tightened around the base of his shaft. My fists formed and pounded. My toes curled. My tits hardened. Then, my cock erupted into our embrace, coating our chests with load after load of cum. He blasted his hot, creamy cum deep inside, filling me with his spunk, until I felt the leakage on my ass cheeks. My own dick began to spasm, shooting over and over between us. It was never going to end.

I fell back to the bed, but he followed and maintained his possessive position. And then I realized he was still hard. The thrill of a double swept over me!! Fuck, he was a sperm machine. Seconds later, he began to move again, slowly, very slowly, molding my tunnel tightly around his cum-slippery cock. Time slowed as he relentlessly brought me back up the hill. I didn't think it was possible so soon. But, it was. Oh fuck, it was. I hardened and tightened around him until we both gave it up with one huge simultaneous explosion. Then we collapsed in a heap of hot spent musky flesh.

Minutes later he released me. "Sorry about that Ollie. Sometimes the intensity of the battlefield overwhelms me. I can't believe how I've come to need you, to love you."

"If I were you, boy, I wouldn't apologize for something like we just experienced. It was the best fuckin' fuck of my life. You get a medal for that performance. Give me a few and I'll try to return the favor."

Our first sex after he had come out to his folks was indeed monumental. The best ever. Not burdened by his guilt or fear. Absolute animal fucking. By an apex predator, seeding a mate, and initiating a future dynasty. But in the context of human love. Nothing in the world could be better.

We relaxed back on the pillow. I was quiet. Waiting. My senses told me Tory was ready to talk. How it had all happened.

"I need to confess, Ollie. Not everything that I've told you is exactly how it happened."

"I didn't jump into a sex-filled platoon where guys were doing it all the time. It wasn't all of us by any means, although later I tried to convince myself that everyone was doing it. It started about six months after I was deployed. There was a new guy, barely 18, scared shitless by the nightly explosions and risky patrols. He was all man, gym-toned and masculine. But, he was scared nevertheless. We hugged for the sake of human contact--to prove we were still alive. Things led to things. Our first was a handjob in the shower after some naked caressing. He was shy and embarrassed. Totally inexperienced. Then one night, when the drones were dropping explosives all around us it seemed, he crawled into my bed. I fondled his dick. And we blew each other. The 69 was at my initiative. Then, nothing more for weeks.

We suffered an attack while on patrol and lost one buddy. That night he crawled in, shaking with fright. He asked me to fuck him. He pleaded and begged. He wanted sex. He couldn't die a virgin--man or woman didn't matter. God forgive me. I was weak. And I did the deed. I took his cherry, and he loved it. He let me do it again."

Tory went quiet, obviously considering his words, "His name was Bobby. A week later we were doing it every night. Or sometimes even during the day when we were alone. Then, Bobby got hit. He didn't die, but serious injury ended his Marine career and maybe his sexuality. He lost both legs and probably more. I heard later that he had died at the German hospital."

"Then there was the Captain. He was young, married, with a kid. Again, he was all marine. Tough, masculine, alpha. We got it on only once after Bobby caught it. After a particularly difficult debriefing session. I'm sure he guessed we had been doing it. He fucked me that night and took my cherry. He was my first as bottom. He was good looking and competent, but he was a magician--in bed and at the camp. He got me transferred to the communications pool--responsible for maintaining the central communications tent, a back up comm facility, and the inventory. There were six of us, working in shifts 24/7 at this critical job. Months went by and I was celibate. The Captain never asked me again."

"Then, I started again with a kid from Carolina, a whiz with comm electronics. He was slight in build, but over-endowed. God had been very good to him in that department. We got pretty involved. We turned out to be vers, although I tended to top. It was easy late at night when the comm tent was quiet. One night we had a particularly satisfying flip and were feeling pretty good about it. The next morning, it happened. I had gone to supply to get some replacement parts. As I re-entered with a couple of boxes of parts, a drone hit the tent. It destroyed everything. Killed two of my guys including Sean--the Carolina boy--that I had just traded fucks with. It knocked me on my ass."

"A week later, I awoke in a medic facility in Izmir. I had a concussion and several chunks of metal shrapnel had lodged in my back and side. After three weeks and a few surgeries, I was transported to Germany. Psych ward. I was healing from the wounds, but not making sense and had torn up some equipment. I wasn't alone in Germany. There were many of us. They really didn't know what to do. Meds. Anti-depressants. Pain killers--which I rejected. I wanted to suffer. Finally, they discharged me and sent me home."

"So there weren't many partners--and not everyone was doing it. And two of them paid the price."

I wanted to interrupt at this point, but decided to continue to listen. I did move a leg over his thigh and tentatively cradled his balls and moved closer. I was there for him.

He continued, but turned to the present. "I still have nightmares and daytime flashes. I still see the explosions as though they were happening right here. I should have sent someone for the parts. I should have been in that tent. Maybe god is punishing me for my sins."

"Many things have been better these last two months, Ollie. Don't ever leave me. I don't think I can make it without you. I'm just beginning to talk myself out of the guilt. Of losing two guys who were my responsibility. I sinned big time. And I need you."

He rolled into me. We kissed, one of those long deep soul joining kisses. Holding back emotion. Oh, shit. What have I done? I've let a patient become dependent on me. He's confessed to me--and I'm not his fuckin' priest. Do I acknowledge it? Or do I blow it off and just take him right now? It was my turn.

"I thought we had been through all of this before. No guilt. No punishment. Just circumstance. Luck or bad luck. Nothing more."

"We both know that homosexual sex between adults is neither unusual nor sinful. So let's not go there."

"And we both know you had no control over the inevitable risks of war. So let's not go there either."

"You are a beautiful person. Worthy of love. And sexy as hell!"

"I'm in love with you so you must be lovable. And if you're not, you are one hell of a good actor in bed. On the bottom or the top as you've just proven."

"We're going to be together Tory."

Then he whispered, "I want you to make love to me, Ollie. Take my ass and pound me, Ollie. I need it."

"I guess that's enough talking for one night. Roll over onto you side and point that pretty little ass up into me. It's my turn. Your next sounds need to be moans of pleasure. And your next words need to be, "Yes, deeper, harder."

So I moved down, spread his cheeks and buried my face. I tongued and ate until he whispered softly, "Oh fuck. Take me Ollie, anywhere, anyway you want. I need to feel that big dick deep inside." I finished opening him with lubed fingers. He was tight, but it didn't take long. He was getting used to sucking in my pole.

I flipped him over so he faced me. Then I reached around and planted him in my lap with my legs stretched out under him. My cock entered slowly and paused at his swollen nut. It was like one of the wonders of the world when my lightly greased steel tube slides into his hot tight sleeve. Giving and taking pleasure. He stretched his legs out on either side of me and dropped into my chest. So I pulled him tight and deepened my position. He moaned. Then he drew back and seated himself again, intensifying the pressure. I gripped his ass cheeks which were quivering over me. He moaned again, "Deeper. Harder."

So I pushed him back to the bed and extended my legs, using gravity to go still deeper. My chest moved toward his; my lips sought his and my tongue invaded. I encircled him with my arms putting everything I had into the act. I bottomed hard as he pushed back even harder, pulling me even deeper inside. I drew back and plunged again. I felt a give and his mancunt swallowed my cock to the very root. I was so close. "I'm cummin' Tory. It's cummin'"

"Give it to me. Everything you've got. I need your seed. I rolled back and forth intensifying the pressure.

I rolled off, pulling him on top, achieving incredible depth as my hips thrust up from the bed. I felt his ring tightening as I reached over and grabbed his dick. I stroked only once and felt the tension. His shaft was like steel. And then he started to blast into the air above us, like the fuckin' Trevi Fountain. I went deep and shot, depositing my first load. Then I matched each of his with one of my own. I filled him and caught most of his in my fist. I moved it to my lips. He turned his head and his tongue dueled with mine for the creamy musk. My own tongue emerged and I joined him, vying for the pearly dessert.

Finally I rolled again and trapped him under me, my dick still hard inside, plugging my seed. I was overwhelmed with tenderness and the aromas. Testosterone and musk and sweat. The preferred perfume of a gay man. I reveled in the tight contact of our spent bodies and the feelings I had for Tory. I quieted and relaxed into his body, holding him protectively below me. As we drifted into a satisfied relaxation.

We dozed. But it was still early. A little while later, he wiggled out and asked me to give him a nightcap, a slow soft missionary. He was insatiable! He rolled onto his belly and pushed his thigh forward exposing his rosy invitation, winking at me proactively. What's a guy to do? Of course, I covered him, slipped in slowly as my lubed fish lightly wanked his lovepole. Speed intensified as I stretched deeper inside, molding his chute to my member. He was soft this time. Tight. Hot. Moist. We soon came together. Then it was sleep for real until morning when I was ready for another cycle.

********

Sat morning was landscape chore time. It was how I paid my rent. It was the beginning of fall. So leaf raking and mowing were both needed. We raked together. Then he mowed as I clipped the hedges. He had removed his shirt to do so--and I nearly cut my fingers off staring at his body. By lunch, with Tory's help, we finished. It was time for my weekly time with the folks. We showered quickly, stroked a little, but held off. We'd have the afternoon together.

Tory joined me for lunch.

It was then that we told the senior Strausses about us. I was a little concerned that they might accuse me of seducing a certified Marine hero. Of course, my sexual orientation wasn't a surprise to them. They had more or less come to terms with me. But they were still a little of the belief that homosexuality was a choice, and that we were always trying to seduce weak hetero men to join our club. The notion of a committed monogamous relationship had eluced them. So, they were, to say the least, bowled over with Tory and couldn't stop smiling at my luck.

Mom waxed for what seemed like an hour over what a catch he was. What was I? Chopped meat? But, Tory just grinned quietly and soaked it all up. I'll take care of that grin later, boy.

Then we headed back to the apartment. Somehow the idea of our secret love nest had changed with a knowing set of parents across the yard. I'm sure they were visualizing what went on. We definitely were going to have to have our own place.

It was a quiet afternoon. We talked about moving in together, maybe in Indianapolis. He agreed readily. He had had enough of his second youth at home with a doting mother and definitely was ready for a little privacy--even if it was shared with me. I told him I wanted to paint him. And that I wanted to set up some photo stills of us making love, again for paintings. Surprisingly, he was game for it. "Fuck. I'd rather be immortalized by a famous painter as a lover than a warrior!"

We went to Jules' for dinner. It was crowded and again he was recognized. This time he took the attention in stride. Then we went home (sorry to disappoint you anxious readers) for a night of plain vanilla sex and cuddling.

Next week we'd begin taking the next steps--starting with a preliminary real estate hunt on Saturday. A new chapter was opening for both of us. Tory wasn't fully healed yet, but he was getting there.

TBC BD