For Your Service
(A little something for Veterans’ Day…)
“He’s a damn fine Marine, Mr Jorgensen,” Sergeant Cooper said. “Gets it from you, from what I hear.”
“Ah, I don’t know about that,” Dad said modestly, waving the compliment away, but with a pleased smile too.
“Well, he’s a real credit to you, either way. You should be proud.”
That was probably more words than I’d ever heard my sergeant say in one stretch, but whatever, I’d take it. Anything to see my Dad smile. We’d been through a lot over the years, and he hadn’t always liked the idea of me following in his footsteps and joining the Corps, but here we were. He kept looking at the gleaming medal pinned to my chest, that quiet smile on his handsome face, and it was making me feel ten feet tall. I could feel myself sticking my chest out a little more, almost subconsciously.
“So, you gonna try and make the drive back?” I asked as we headed out to the parking lot.
“Well,” Dad said with a sheepish grin as he popped the locks on his truck, “I figured I might as well not push it. Got a room at the Comfort Inn.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, grinning a little wider as he met my eyes and held them, his own smile spreading. He didn’t have to say anything more, and like always, I wasn’t sure he exactly knew how to say what he was thinking anyway.
Didn’t matter. Fifteen minutes later, the door to his room was swinging closed behind us, as I stepped up to him, feeling that little twinge of nervous tension in my gut I always got, and then slid my arms around his still-trim middle-aged waist.
“Sir,” I murmured, and then his strong arms were slipping round me in reply. He grunted low and soft and needfully, and we were meeting in the middle, lips on lips.
I grunted right back, feeling my cock swell in my dress blues almost immediately, and his all thickening right behind mine, inside his khakis. Our lips parted as we grunted hungrily, his big hands sliding down to cup my tight young ass, drawing me in tighter to the throb of his big bulge.
“Big day for you today, son,” he said when we parted. “Proud as hell of you, buddy. Let me show you…”
Hs hand was slowly massaging the big bulge of my cock, making me start to leak inside my UAs, as he started to kneel down slowly, reaching for my fly.
“Uh-uh, sir,” I said, catching him under his armpits and tugging him back upright. I kissed him again, respectful and loving, but passionate too. “Proud to be the man you made me, Dad. The Marine you made me. Let me show you…”
He chuckled, but made no move to stop me as I sank to my knees, unbuckling his belt, running my hand slowly and appreciatively over the bulge in his pants, feeling it twitch and throb in response. God damn, he had a beautiful cock. I loved sucking it. Had loved it for years. He was the one who’d taught me how, and his was still the one I loved the most.
I tugged his trousers down his thick, hairy legs, revealing the hard-tented bulge of his simple Jockey briefs, then leaned in to nuzzle my face against it, getting his unique musk on me, grunting happily to myself as his hand stroked over my close-cropped hair. Then I reached for his waistband, feeling the crisp dark hair hiding under it as I tugged his briefs down, getting a richer, deeper whiff of his man scent as that big cock, the Marine cock he’d sired me with, swung out into the open. I took it in my hand reverently, then smiled up at him before running my tongue along the length of it. Then, as he moaned low and deep, fingers clutching my head a little tighter, I opened up wide and swallowed him slowly to the hilt.
“Aw fuck, buddy,” he moaned, his knees trembling a little as I slowly set to sucking on him, soaking his big Marine dick with my spit as I slowly worked my head up and down it, slicking him up real good. I’d had enough practice at him by now, years of practice, that I didn’t need to hold it. But I loved the way he throbbed in my hand, so I did it anyway.
I often got compliments on my skills working a dude’s cock over, and I could bring Dad to the brink over and over if I wanted to. I did, a couple times, just to really get him primed, until I guided him back to sit on the side of the hotel bed. I gave him one long, slow, tongue-swirling suck, before popping my mouth off him, licking the excess Dad-flavored spit off my lips with a hungry sound.
“God damn, Marine,” he growled, pulling my head in for a deep, sloppy kiss.
“You’re god damn right, sir,” i growled right back as I stood, grunting as he reched out to stroke over my own big bulge. “God damn Marine, just like you. Even if you never wanted me to be… you made me one, Dad.”
All those years, seeing him in his uniform, the way that had imprinted on me as a kid… the way pictures of him in his combat gear back in Desert Storm had made me cum for the first time… how it had felt to rub his dress uniform against my naked teen skin as I jacked furiously… how it had felt that first time between him and me, all alone in his on-base house, how we sweated and grunted as I poured out all my years of lusting for him in one hot, sticky night, his dogtags clinking against my bare,m teenage skin as we thrust and rutted and kissed and swore… no wonder I joined up. No wonder I wanted to be a man just like him.
I let dad unbuckle my belt, unzip my trousers, and reach inside to the humid bulge in my UAs, grunting appreciatively as he explored my hardness. And then i stepped back, unlacing my dress shoes and setting them neatly beside the chair as he slowly stroked his wet paternal cocklength and watched me.
“Wish we’d served together, sir,” I said, eyes on his as I stepped out of my blues, folding them neatly over the back of the chair as he smiled and nodded approvingly. I stepped back over to him, eyes never dropping from his.
“Wish it had been you and me together out there, fighting side by side,” I went on, as his hands moved to the stretch of my underwear, pushing up the base of my still-buttoned khaki shirt. Slowly he peeled the boxer briefs down my strong young legs, my cock snapping almost upright as it was freed, making him grunt again. He wrapped his fist around my thickness, then lapped the tip of me, both of us growling contentedly as he savored his son’s man taste.
I moved forward, straddling his spread hairy thighs, naked from the waist down and entirely his, like I’d always been.
“Wish it had been me you were fucking, those long lonely nights in the desert, or on training…” I murmured, pulling his handsome head up to kiss as I reached under me to take hold of his big Marine cock, lining it up as I sank down on it. I felt the flutter all inside of me when his fat tip nudged my tight, hairy young hole, the same thrill I always got.
“Wished we’d been Marines together, Dad,” I half-moaned as I felt his tip press, push, then pop inside of me. He groaned low and husky as I sank down the length of him, feeling the sweat start to stick to the underarms of my khaki shirt as my Dad filled me with seven solid inches of Marine father cock.
“We are Marines together, buddy,” Dad grunted, craning his head up to kiss me, slow and wet and deep, as he took hold of my hips and pulled me the rest of the way down onto him. “Right here, right now. Always.”
“Fuck yeah, always,” I moaned, starting to ride him, showing him all the love and appreciation and respect I had for him. Everything he stood for, everything I’d become, everything he’d helped make me. A man in his image. “Semper fi, right?” I half-chuckled, half-panted.
“God damn right, Marine,“ he grinned, kissing me hard and deep. “Semper fi, my boy. Semper… fucking… fi…”
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