clock and you continue to draw a pay check for the next two weeks,” Mr. Driver said, “just make sure Ronny has a good time and is happy while he’s home.”

“Thank you sir. Will do.”

“I just want Ronny to have a good time before he has to go over to Afghanistan. You never know it may be the last time we see him,” Mr. Driver said with what appeared to be a tear in his eye.

“No problem sir we’ll try to have a good time while he’s here.”

“Go clean up and get outa here. Ronny should be home by the time you get there,” Mr. Driver said with a smile.

I walked towards the latrine and locker room to wash up and change my clothes. I put my street clothes on and waved goodbye to Mr. Driver. On the way out the door the old man told me to plan on staying for dinner. Outside the shop I hopped on my motorcycle, fired it up and rode towards my house to take a shower. After taking a shower where I thoroughly washed my ass crack I put on clean drawers and clothes. I figured that was in order if I was staying for dinner with Ronny’s family and what may happen after dinner.


Chapter 2: My Marine is Home

As I rode over to Ronny’s house the hum and vibration of my bike kept my cock hard. All I could think about was my Marine. I wondered what he was going to be like after all the months in the Marine Corps. Had he changed? What kind of changes? Would he be the same old Ronny or had he become a stiff Marine? I was going to find out shortly.

Once I arrived at the Driver house the missus greeted me saying that Brandon was on the way home from the airport with the guest of honor. I milled around the kitchen smelling the good scents of what Mrs. Driver was fixing for dinner. She was preparing a pull-apart pork barbecue, potato salad and baked beans, Ronny’s favorite. She’d also baked a couple of fresh pies for desert.

Brandon and Ronny boisterously burst through the back door into the kitchen. I started to move towards Ronny to welcome him home, but deferred to his mother, letting her get to him first for well-deserved hugs and kisses. Finally, it was my turn to hug my best friend standing there in his Marine uniform. God, he looked so handsome in that dress Marine uniform. Ronny appeared to have grown an inch or two and put on about ten pounds of new muscle since he’d been away, but maybe that was just my imagination. Ronny had been in great physical shape before he shipped out for boot camp. At six foot two and one hundred eighty pounds Ronny was a good three inches taller than Brandon and me. He’d played football throughout high school, but hadn’t made the cut for scholarships.

As we hugged I couldn’t believe that my best friend was home from the Marine Corps for two weeks leave. I released my grip on the big hunk and looked him over from head to toe.

“Damn Dude, I mean Private or Marine, you sure look good,” I said.

“You’re lookin good too bro.”

Mrs. Driver broke off a small piece of pull-apart pork and put it in Ronny’s mouth.