Marine Jake

By: Jeff B
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 4
My Dinner with Jake 

I awoke Tuesday morning just 2 minutes before my phone was due to ring at 0600.  I could do military time with the best of them I thought to myself and laughed.  I got ready to start my day and was at my meeting at 0800, after driving myself to it.  I didn’t even get lost once.  Who says you can’t teach an old dog?  The meeting went as planned, and after about 3 hours we were basically signed, sealed and delivered.  My new business associates offered to take me to lunch to seal our new deal and I readily agreed; I was starving.  My cold dinner and no breakfast had taken its toll.  We ate at a local brew pub and I scarfed down an incredible lunch.  I don’t normally drink, but the beer tasted good and I had a pint.  We were at the pub for about an hour and a half, so by the time I left I had 5 hours until my dinner with Jake.

The longest 5 hours of my entire life.  I played out so many scenarios in my head throughout the day that by 5 I was almost dizzy.  I was a nervous wreck.  My hands were shaking and I couldn’t concentrate on any one thing for more than a few seconds.  What an afternoon.  At 1600 I jumped in the shower, damn near scrubbed myself raw, then just leaned against the wall and let the hot water run over my body.  I stayed in the shower for about 20 minutes but then decided that looking like a raw prune when he got there wouldn’t be very good.  I jumped out of the shower, dried myself then went and looked at my clothes.  Oh, hell.  What do I wear?  Suit and tie?  This wasn’t a business dinner, it was dinner with a 20-year-old Marine; my Jake.  Jeans and a polo shirt?  Maybe…  A jock strap and a big smile?  Fun…  No, this was serious.  I settled on the jeans and polo shirt.  I was dressed and groomed by 4:45.  Fuck.  45 minutes of sheer agony to go.  I paced.  I sat.  I tried the television.  I killed the T.V. and paced some more.  Oh, shit!  I hadn’t even called room service to have any drinks brought up.  I had water and the little in-room coffee maker.  It would have to do for now.

Just as I finished that thought there was a knock on the door.  I looked at my watch; it was 5:18.  Could be…  I walked over and opened the door.  The sight in front of me was simply incredible.  Standing in the hall was the sexiest Marine I’d ever laid eyes on.  He was in full dress blues, white gloves hanging on his belt and his cover tucked under his left arm.

“Fuck me….”  I then immediately turned bright red and he smiled.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry Jake.  Please, come in.”  He smiled, and as I stood aside holding the door open, he walked in past me.  I closed the door and stood there for a second trying to catch my breath.  I turned around and there was Jake just standing in the entry way looking like he might pass out.

“Jake!  Relax.  We spent 6 hours together on a train in a little 100 cubic foot box; this shouldn’t be that difficult for us.”  He smiled and nodded, but still just kept standing there.  Something had to be done, and quickly.  I walked up to him, took his hat from under his arm, set it on the table and pulled him into a fierce bear hug.  He threw his arms around me and held on tight.  I could feel the side of my face getting wet.  Oh man…, he was crying.  Seeing anyone cry, tears me up, knowing this Marine, that I was head over heels in love with, was crying, wiped me out.  I just held him tighter and said, “It’s alright.  It’s going to be OK.”  He squeezed me tighter.

We held each other for at least 5 full minutes.  We both had tears streaming down our faces.  I released him from my hug and pulled back a little to get a look at him.  He turned his head to the side trying to hide his face from me.  I took my finger and turned his face back towards me, and gave him a small smile.  I then reached up and wiped the tears away from his cheeks and eyes.  Then I wiped my own tears off my face and looked him square in the eyes.  I was holding on to his arms, gently squeezing them.

“Are you going to be OK?”

“Yeah, I think.”  He gave me a small smile.  Then he looked kind of frustrated.  “Fuck…I’m a Marine for chrissake, I’m not supposed to blubber like a little boy.  I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize to me for showing emotion.  It’s OK to cry sometimes.  It doesn’t matter if you’re a Marine or 5-year-old boy; if the emotions are that strong, let them show.”  I smiled at him and nodded encouragement.

I grabbed his hand and led him into the room and sat him down on the couch.  I sat next to him, then turned, facing him.

“Talk to me Jacob.  Tell me what’s going on in that heart of yours.  Please.”

He looked at me, and just couldn’t seem to find the words for several seconds.  I just nodded encouragement.

“Arrrgh.  I wish I knew.  I’ve never felt like this before.  I have these incredible emotions and thoughts running through me and I can’t define them and I can’t get a handle on them.  It’s making me fucking crazy!  Sorry…”

“Dammit, quit apologizing to me.  Swear!  Cuss!  Scream!  Cry!  Just let it out.  I’ve heard every swear word in the English, and German language; you won’t offend me.”

“Sorry….Dammit!” We both grinned.  “Here goes.  I can’t get you out of my head.  I’ve thought about you non-stop since you kissed me on that train.  You possessed me somehow, and I don’t know what to do with the emotions and feelings you left there.  I’ve never felt like this before and it’s scaring the crap out of me.  And no, it’s not because you’re a man, I’ve known for several years that I might be gay, but it’s that these feelings are so fucking strong.  I’ve had crushes on guys before, and I thought I was in love with them; but what I was feeling then doesn’t hold a candle to the feelings I have now…”  He looked drained after he finished speaking.

I sat looking at him for a couple of seconds before I found my own voice.  “Jacob… I…. I know exactly what you’re going through.  I really do.  The last 2 days have been an emotional roller coaster that would qualify as the ultimate E-Ticket ride.  I can’t explain it either; and I’ve looked just as hard for the answers as you have.  And yeah, I’m gay, and I’ve been in love, but I don’t ever remember feeling the intensity and emotional press that I’ve been feeling for the last 2 days.  I’ve been a worthless wreck for the last 48 hours and I don’t know how to channel it anymore.”

We sat there looking at each other for a couple of minutes without speaking.  Finally, I had to say something…

“Actually Jacob, I do know how to channel it.  I love you.  I am in love with you.  I love you with all my heart and I don’t want to be without you ever again.  I’ve heard of love at first sight, and though I’ve never experienced it, I now believe in it.  Baby, I am so in love with you it physically hurts…”  I sat there, looking into his eyes for a sign, feeling completely drained.

The tears were streaming down his face again.  His eyes were puddles and his hands were shaking on his lap.  He looked me square in the eyes, said, “Oh God… I love you, too,” and threw himself around me.  I held him like he was dying and just knew I was never going to release him from this embrace.

We held each other for about 10 minutes, neither of us willing to let go.  My back was starting to hurt a little, but I really didn’t care; I had him in my arms and I wasn’t giving him back.  I turned my lips to the side of his face and started kissing the tears away.  When I had the right side of his face cleaned up he pulled back a little and looked at me, and smiled.  I released the hug and stood up, pulling him up with me.  I got my back straightened out then started kissing away the tears on the left side of his face.  As I was kissing the tears, he turned his face and his lips met mine.  He kissed me with such passion that I damn near lost my footing.  We melted into each other, holding the most passionate kiss I’d ever had.  He wasn’t too experienced, and tried swallowing my face a few times, but through touch, I got him to where he could tell it would be just as good without trying to swallow me whole.

We kissed, holding on tightly to each other, for about 5 minutes.  We were both getting really winded, and we’d both had such an emotional meltdown, that we finally pulled apart.  He looked right at me, smiled shyly, and I knew right then we were together.  I don’t have the words to explain how happy that made me.  I just smiled right back at him.  Then we started giggling, realizing how kind of goofy we looked standing there smiling at each other like fools.  The ice finally broken we were finally able to relax a little .

“I love you, baby,” I said after we stopped giggling.

“I love you, too.  More than I thought it was possible to do so.”

“You feeling better?  Are you going to be OK?” I asked him.

“Oh, yeah; much, much better.  I didn’t think the butterflies in my gut were ever going to fly out, but they’re gone and I’m happy, and I’m in love.”

“Me, too, baby; me, too.  Are you hungry?  Do you want to order dinner?”

“I’m hungry, but my dinner is standing right in front of me.”  He went a little pink after he said it.  I just smiled at him.

“Well, baby, you are appetizer, dinner and dessert all rolled up into one.  I can’t believe just how incredibly hot you look in that uniform.  I thought you looked hot in jeans and a t-shirt, but damn….  I almost came when I opened the door and saw you standing there.”

He laughed.  “Yeah, I seem to remember the first words out of your mouth were, ‘Fuck me…’.  You have no idea how much that went towards making me feel right about my decision to come here.  I could see the love and the lust in your eyes when you were looking at me.  Talk about an ego boost.”

“Well, baby, don’t ever forget, I think you’re the hottest, sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.  The uniform is kind of like the icing.  It’s nice, but it’s the man in the uniform that does it for me.  Before this night is over I really hope you’ll allow me to see the man in the uniform; all of him.”

“I think that can be arranged, baby.”  I smiled big; it was the first time he called me baby.  He probably thought it was because he’d agreed to get naked with me, but nope…  “And the uniform wasn’t on purpose either.  I didn’t wear it to turn you on, didn’t really think about it having that effect.  I had to wear it for work today, and didn’t want to take the time to go home and change.”

“Well, thank your commander for me when you see him.  Seriously though, it wouldn’t have mattered if you showed up wearing a smelly, dirty sweatshirt and raggedy, grungy pants, the effect is the same.  It’s you, sexy; not the clothes.”  I leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.  Just a quick one, then pulled back.

“I think we really should get some real food to eat.  Believe me, if things go like I think we’re both hoping they go, we’re going to need the calories.  Besides, I don’t want to just jump into bed with you 20 minutes after we’ve both had an emotional meltdown; doesn’t seem right.”

Jake smiled at me and nodded.  “You’re right.  What do they have to eat in this joint?  I am kind of hungry; I haven’t been able to eat in the last couple of days.”

“Just about anything you want.  I think the menu is on the desk by the phone.  It’s even in English, so you don’t need an interpreter.  Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get it for you.”  He smiled and then reached up for the top button of his tunic.  I reached up and put my hand over his.

“May I?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks.  It actually does help me fulfill a little fantasy of mine.”  He just got a big grin on his face.  I started undoing the buttons on his tunic while he stood there watching my face intently.  The look on his face was turning me on more than taking his clothes off him.  I really did want to complete this small task without it turning into a hot, steamy sex session.  Not yet…

I got the buttons undone and then started to pull it off his shoulders while at the same time pulling him into me.  I had his arms trapped in the sleeves so he really couldn’t do anything but press up against me.  And that he did.  I could also feel him growing a hard-on while he did so.  My own cock started to grow in my jeans.  Oh man, this was going where I didn’t need it to go just yet.  I got his arms out of the sleeves and held the tunic in my right hand.  He threw his arms around me and continued to thrust his hard cock into my crotch.  I pulled back just a couple of inches and grabbed his face in my hands.

“Not yet, baby, please.  I want you so bad, but just not yet.  I want this to be so right, and I want it to be really special.  We have to maintain for a little bit, ok?”  He smiled and nodded.

“Sorry, I know.  I couldn’t help it though; I was just getting so turned on feeling you take my clothes off.  I’ll be good.  For a little while.”  He grinned at me and I chuckled.

I laid his tunic over the back of the chair and asked him to have a seat.  I went and grabbed the menu off the desk and came back while he was taking his shoes off.  The boy definitely wasn’t much into shoes, but that’s ok.  Whatever he wanted was his for the taking.

“Here you go.  Browse through it and see if anything on the menu sounds good to you.”

He got a shit-eating grin on his face.  “Are you on the menu?”

I smiled.  “Yeah, but only for dessert.  We’re going to be each other’s dessert from now on, ok?”

“Hell yeah”, he said and grinned again.

We finally got dinner ordered and on the way.  While we were waiting for it to show up, we started talking again, much like we had on the train, easy and relaxed.  It was great and we were happy; with one small moment of panic.

“Mike, how much longer is your business going to take?”

“We wrapped up the majority of the talks today.  Now we just have to have all the paperwork drawn up and get all the signatures.  I’m guessing in the next 2 days.”  I didn’t realize when I said it how it would sound to Jake.  He looked stricken.  Oh, hell.

“That soon?  We only get 2 days together?”

“Baby, no.  No, not at all.  I already decided last night that as long as you’re here, I’m here.  I will just get a place here.  I will move here.  I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He exhaled and relaxed again.  Then, “Are you sure?  Don’t you have to be in the U.S. to take care of your business?  And what about your family?  Can you really just pick up and move to another country?  I won’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask me to.  I came up with it on my own.  And yes, I can just pick up and move to another country.  I’ve lived here before, I can live here again.  The business can be run from anywhere, and my family consists of my parents and siblings.  I can fly my parents here if we need to see each other.  It’s not a big deal, really.  Remember what I said about no regrets?  I would regret it more than anything ever in my life if I left with you still here.  No discussion.  I’m sorry, but I’m going to be really stubborn about this.”

He looked a little taken aback.  Then, “Well … OK, then.”

“OK.”  Then we both laughed.

We finally got our dinner and continued our conversation in short bursts while we ate.

“Jake, what kind of schedule do you have?  Is it basically like a 9 to 5 gig, or do you have training and all the other stuff that comes with being a Marine?”

“It’s pretty much an 8:30 to 5 gig, but yeah, we have training once a month.  Other than that, I’m free in the evenings and on most weekends.”  Then he shoved a forkful of food in his mouth.

“Where do you live?” I asked him when he was getting ready to swallow.

“I live on base, in a tiny studio apartment.  It’s pretty much all they have available for single, enlisted men, unless you want to share a house with a group of people.  That didn’t appeal to me, so I took tiny.”  He laughed and shoved more food in.

Waiting for the inevitable swallow, I then asked, “Are you allowed to live off-base?”

“Oh, sure, just give them my address.  But I can’t afford to, it’s much cheaper on-base.”  It started to sink in where I was going with this.  He got an excited look in his eyes.  “Where are you headed with this line of questioning, Mr. Adler?”  He grinned like someone in on a secret.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?…” I asked, then shoved a forkful of food in my own mouth, trying not to laugh with my mouth full.

“Hey!!  You can’t leave me hanging like that, it’s not nice!”  He was grinning from ear to ear as he said it.

I couldn’t help it; I have a dirty mind, and I laughed and spit my food out.  “Baby, I would never leave you hanging; hard and stiff all the way.”

He was laughing because I’d spit my food out, then he asked, “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

“About having you hard and stiff all the way?  Hell, yeah.  About us getting a place together?  Hell, yeah.  If you don’t mind sharing a house that is, but it won’t be with a group of people; you’d be stuck with just me.”

“Are you fucking serious?  I’d love it!  And yes, I mean both of those things!  I would love living with you stiff and hard!”  He looked like Christmas morning and I couldn’t help it; I fell more in love with him that moment.

“I am very fucking serious, baby.  I want to share stiff and hard with you in our own home.  All kidding aside though, well … mostly kidding about stiff and hard …  I am posing a serious question to you.  Do you want to get a house together with me?”

He was still laughing, but trying to pull himself together.  He did it, then looked at me very seriously.  “Are you fucking kidding me? I would love that!!  Ten minutes ago I thought I was losing you in 2 days, now you’re asking me if I want to share a home with you.  Hell, yes, I want to share my life, my body, my love and a home with you!  Not necessarily in that order though; I share my love first.”

“Oh, that did it!  You are officially loved Jacob.  OK, now how about this weekend?  Are you free?  We can go look at houses.  I will find an estate agent in the meantime and get some set up, that way we’re not wasting time.”

“I was officially loved 2 days ago, and you know it.”  Touché.  “Yeah, this weekend would be fucking great; no training.”

“Excellent!  Are you sure you’re not a sailor?  You swear like one.”  I stuck my tongue out at him and smiled.

“Marines teach sailors how to swear; without us they wouldn’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.  Sorry though, you said it didn’t bother you.”

“It doesn’t, I’m just fucking with you.”

“Well I’d rather we were fucking in a different way right now.  I’m not hungry anymore, and you just made me a very happy little Marine, so show me where the bedroom is in this joint.”  He didn’t look at all like he was kidding.  I stood up from the table, walked around and took his hand in mine.

“Come with me, my little Marine.”  He grinned and got up.

“I planned to.”

We walked into the bedroom…

To be continued...

Posted: 08/31/12