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Click here"This man is trained to size up men and break them down," I reasoned. "He had to be seeing everything, now." I was trembling. I grabbed my left knee to stop it from shaking. I looked back at my sneakers. "Once he puts it all together.....that I’m a faggot and I’m in love with him. What the fuck is he going to do?"
There was interminable silence--anxious, cock-hardening, ball-swelling silence. I broke it, finally. “So, if you were me, Robert, what would ya do? What am I supposed to do?”
“Look at me,” he commanded. My eyes returned to his with more fear and more lust, and no strength to conceal either. His gaze went from my left to my right eye and back again before resting on my right eye. In a voice so unlike the animal I’ve come to know, such a soothing, kind voice, these words were given me: “If I were you? If I were you, I’d ask myself what my heart wanted and just go and grab it. What is stopping you--fear? Fear is to be laughed at.”
He paused for a few moments, as I pondered his cryptic words and our eyes stayed glued to each other in cock-teasing mystery. "What exactly was happening? What precisely is he saying? What was he getting from my eyes? I wasn’t concealing anything. My dick was pulsating with excitement. I didn’t cover my hard-on with my hand." Fear, lots of fear.
“Take what opportunity life presents you.” He paused, then seriously ordered me without emotion, “Look down Michael.” He called me Michael! Not even “Mike.” Only my family refers to me as Michael. I felt encouraged.
"But he wants me to look down? What is there to see but his....WHAT is he asking of me?" I was so terrified and rock hard at the thought of it. "And why is he looking at me for so long? Is he looking at me because he is copying my staring at him? Is it pity? Is he just studying me, like a military man doing reconnaissance? He’s no idiot. I know that for whatever reason for the staring, he is seeing my soul!"
I felt so exposed and embarrassed. But I wanted to reveal my soul to him, too. I felt some trust from his eyes. I did as he said. I took a deep breath and my eyes went down. My eyes went down and I was scared.
My sight landed on his jeans, wrapped so nicely around his built thighs. I followed the smooth denim border between his legs up to his lap.
"Oh my God, his prick is BULGING! He wanted me to look down at his swelling meat. I never saw his delicious mound hard." I audibly gasped. I looked back up in his eyes with panic, the fear of someone who's let go of a bridge and knows there's no turning back.
My adam’s apple gulped in involuntary spasms. We continued looking into each other’s eyes for about a half minute of exhilaration and danger. Robert seemed stoic. I was shaking with fear. I felt Robert’s hand on my shoulder gently lift off and land tenderly on the back of my head, pressing my hair down.
It was the most fulfilling, sexually-charged, and life-changing moment of my entire life. This handsome, kind, brute stud, Lt. Colonel Robert Andrews, U.S. Marine Corps--brought me down.
****************TO BE CONTINUED*****************
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoGreat. I love it. When I was young I met a wonderful man I thought was straight and had been a model. I was shocked when he told me he wanted to be with me. We had the interests and really were best friends. I never had an idea he also had sexual interest in me.
Anonymousalmost 12 years agoI DONT KNOW WHY THE MOANING TWATS ON THIS SITE HAVE TO BITCH ABOUT A GREAT STORY LIKE THIS. I LOOK BELOW AT A FULL CHAPTER OF DOG DIRT. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND ENJOY THIS STORY AS IT WRITTIEN
Anonymousabout 12 years agoyour dialogs (inner and outer) are excellent----but...you got mike talking to the marine (and thinking about the marine) like he's known him for weeks- when in reality they haven't even had 2 work days together yet_ so that makes all that deep dialog and emotional struggle become way over the top and very ridiculous_ even though the thoughts and emotions and dialogs are expressed wonderfully---that this guy would be in that mindset, with a guy he's spent less than 2 work days with, kinda not make sense. if you don't want to actually write about what happens while they get to know each other better- maybe add a 'time-skip' in there....'it's 3 weeks later...'__
you earlier wrote that the marine does his p.t. from 6-8 am every morning- yet when you had mike come back the 2nd day- it was 5 minutes b4 8am and mike wasn't doing his exercises and even had breakfast prepared.
Veritas_Aequitasabout 15 years agoLove the story so far and the writing is superb. I'm glad there is a happy ending in Mike's future!
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoVery hot...can't wait for Chapter 3...its torture waiting for the big moment when the two finally get it on. Sometimes a bit drawn out, but loving it just the same.
