Meeting A Marine - Sex Stories

Meeting A Marine

My name is Dan. What I am about to tell you happened about a month ago. I am thirty-five years old and in good shape. I'm six feet tall, and one hundred and eighty pounds. I also have a nice six-pack, or so I have been told. I was married for about eight years to a woman, but I couldn't live the lie any longer. I have been divorced for about two years now.

From an early age, I discovered I was attracted to the same sex. I had sex in high school, with men older than me and boys my age. I had always kept that part of my life a secret. But then, when I got divorced, I decided to hell with it. I decided to date men openly. I had had sex with men since my divorce, but no serious relationships.

My ex-wife and I have a four-year-old son, and one night, he and I were out at a grocery store picking up stuff for his birthday party the next day. I was in the checkout line, and my son was in the seat of the cart where you can put little kids. I was at the front of the cart, unloading it, when all of a sudden, I heard him say, “Hi, soldier.”

I turned around and saw he was talking to this young marine, my God, he was gorgeous! He was about my height, maybe a little heavier, he looked a couple of years younger than me also. I could barely take my eyes off of him. I turned around and said to my son, “Hey, what did Daddy tell you about talking to strangers?”

He said, “You told me not to talk to strangers, Daddy.”

I told him. “That's right. And he's a stranger, isn't he?”

He ...

... said, “But, Daddy! He's a soldier, and all soldiers are nice.”

I kept unloading my shopping cart, and I said, “Not all soldiers are nice, kiddo.”

Then I quickly looked at the marine, smiled, and said, “Um, not that I'm saying that you're a bad one, sir. No offense meant.”

He smiled and said, “Hey, no offense taken, man.”

Then he said to Nicky, “You're daddy's right, champ. Not all soldiers are nice.”

Nicky smiled at him and said. “But you're a nice one, right?”

Still smiling, he said, “Well, it depends on who you ask.”

That ended our conversation for a minute. Then Nicky said, “If I tell you my name, and you tell me yours, then we won't be strangers anymore, and we can talk.”

He whispered it, thinking I wouldn't hear him. Then the marine whispered back, I'm sure he knew I could hear him, “ It doesn't work that way, champ. We better stop talking because I don't want you to get into trouble, and I don't want your daddy mad at me.”

Another minute of silence as the cashier finished ringing up my order. My items came to almost two hundred dollars. I took out my wallet, and I couldn't believe it! My debit card wasn't there. Then I remembered using it earlier in the day to order something from Amazon.com, and I forgot to put it back into my wallet.

The cashier asked me, “Um, is something wrong, Dan?”

I said, “Uh…yeah, Cindy. I forgot my debit card at home and I don't have enough time to go back home and get it and get back here before you close. And ...