"My Christmas Marine"

As the Christmas sun woke me up, I licked my lips. I still had the taste of his cum in and around my mouth. I even felt some of his pubic hair in my teeth. His arms were still wrapped around me though they were loose. I carefully scooted back into his body, which made his arms tighten. My ass was a little sore from our night of long overdue, passionate lovemaking. The only gift I wanted for Christmas this year, I received. To feel the warmth of his body made me the happiest 18-year-old boy ever. It had been just over one year since we were last together. He had just returned from serving as a Marine.

Christian is the only man I have ever fallen in love with. He is, in return, the only man who has ever fallen in love with me. We met at a Christmas party exactly two years ago. He was 28, I was 16. He was intrigued by my story and from that figured I had to be mature for my age. I was and still am. When I was just 7 years old my entire family; both parents, 3 brothers and 2 sisters were brutally murdered in the middle of the night by 5 escaped prisoners. My mom and sisters were raped then hanged from the railing overlooking the living room and my dad and brothers were shot in the head with a shotgun then urinated upon. My life was spared because I was sleeping in my best hiding place. Earlier that night, just before bed, one of my brothers and I were playing hide and seek. He was sidetracked by his chores and forgot about me. I dozed off and woke up early the next morning only to find my beloved family in their final conditions.

I and my father’s wealth were sent to live with my grandmother. My father was the judge who resided over the case of the inmates who eventually escaped only to murder my family. My grandmother was a professional homemaker. People would hire her to clean their homes, mend their clothes and even budget their finances. Therefore, I was taught how to manage a household. She was the sweetest person and I loved her dearly. She was fully supportive of my lifestyle and loved to meet my friends. When I would bring a boy home she would expect it was a love interest and she would embarrass me. I secretly enjoyed it.

My first sexual experience was when me and the new neighbor kid spied on his older brother and his older brother’s girlfriend having sex. At 11, we both were fully aware of our penises and how to use them. We also knew that if we played with ourselves long enough, we would orgasm. We did what his older brother’s girlfriend did and gave each other a blowjob. I was too excited and came just moments after he started. He, on the other hand, took much longer. While I was in the middle of servicing him, I realized that I enjoy giving blowjobs. Discovering this, I had come to be known as the "Blow Job King" among my circle because I was always willing to suck a cock. Word got around and I ended up blowing all my friends, their friends, brothers and even some fathers. Christian knew this about me when he introduced himself to me at that Christmas party but he didn’t expect me to service him right away. In fact, it wasn’t until 6 months