I'm 5" 8', 190 pounds, and a toned slim fit body that I've had girls and guys running after me in high school and now in college. I live in a off campus studio apartment since my family is a well-to-do family. I'm going threw school with my trust fund that my dad sat up for me when I was born. My dad wasn't a wealthy guy, but since he sat up a trust fund for me and my sister when we were first born. He was a marine, businessman, and family man until he died of a heart attack six months ago. I loved my father and I miss him so much since his death.
I returned to college a few days after the funeral because dad's passing happened when semester finals are about to start, the most unfortunate timing. Like the saying goes "life goes on" and in this case my finals are just around the corner. It's going to be very hard to keep my mind on my studies with the funeral and dad's passing still fresh in my mind. The first couple of days when I returned I kept myself closed up in my apartment trying to study that wasn't easy. I did succeed thou and passed my finals of course I do think some of my professors had sympathy for me because of my loss but I'll take whatever I can get.
One day at a family gathering held at my grandparents' house for a couple reasons. First in memory of my dad (her son) so other family members could have their goodbyes that were unable to come to the funeral. Secondly, my grandparents house is really huge and on a large piece of property. Finally, so everyone could see each other since some large families don't get together very often, but in this case everyone's going to talk to about my dad. Most of the family members I've talked to recently others I written to keep in touch. There are a few that I've not seen since I was a youngster that I was glad to see who also recognized me. We talked about my dad what they remember of him and since my mother is also dead they left my sister, grandparents, and I some money to help with any unexpected expenses caused by my father's passing.
I knew everyone there or knew of them, but there was this one guy whom I've never seen. I kept eyeing him every time I saw him cause he's fuckin hot. Especially in his dress marine uniform that seemed to fit his body like a glove, but not too tight. He always shook everyone's hand and kissed the women. This Marine seemed to know everyone there, but the one thing I found interesting he talked to the males of my family more than the women. I kept watching him cause no matter what, where, or when I walked into a room or just anything. I had a couple of close encounters with this marine, but we didn't talk for half the day. He's a little older than me probably in his 30s or around there.
I finally got to talk to him around noon or a little after when we bumped into each other outside my grandparents' house he turned to me stuck out his hand ,with the white gloves on, and said "Hi Jason haven't seen you in quite sometime". He seemed to know me but I still didn't recognize him and I just said "Hi...I didn't catch you name". He just looked at me confused like he couldn't believe that I didn't recognize him. "It's Mike....Jason" he said as he shook my hand. He almost squeezed the juice out of my hand when he grabbed it. Mike is my dad's middle name I thought to my self as he squeezed my hand. I had to grip tightly to prevent him from killing my had completely since now it was obvious that he's tremendously strong.
I had thoughts of what he might look like "out of uniform" but never hinted to anything remotely like it since he obviously knew my dad and me. Still not knowing who he was accept for his name. I tried to fish for information without seeming too ignorant of who he was. "Mike did you know my dad?" I asked him as nonchalantly as possible, but I was unsuccessful so it did make him realize that I didn't know who he was.
"You really don't know who I am" Mike asked me as he released my hand. I rubbed my hand on my stomach from the squeezing from his strong hand.
"No Mike I'm sorry, there's a lot of family members that have surfaced since my dad's passing" I told him. With no warning he gripped me in a bear hug that startled me not knowing who he was.
"Jason, I'm your marine" Mike whispered in my ear while he hugged me then patted me on my ass. I was so shocked with this abrupt move that I was momentarily speechless. I hesitated a little before I returned his big bear hug then I wrapped my arms around him and felt a massive muscular body. I was now more than ever wanting to see more of him and his firm body. Just thinking about that got my cock stirring then before we released each other I could feel his cock poking me as mine was poking him.
"Your father knew about us, but kept us apart due to your family" he whispered in my ear also. I didn't want this our embrace end it was so familiar to me now. Then as abruptly as it started it ended.
"I'm Lieutenant Mike Louis" he announced in a normal tone once our embrace ended then continued. "You and I met once or twice when we were quite young. Your dad kept me apprised of what you were doing in your life especially when you started college. He was so proud of you and bragged all the time. Your dad loved you as much as I'm sure you loved him. Joe and I talked a lot it was his hopes that we'd meet again sometime he wants the best for you. I have something for you of your dad's that he wanted you to have"
"Lt. Mike Louis" I said questionably still a little unsure of his identity. He stuck a piece of paper in my hand and left. I opened up the folded piece of paper and it read "Call me later, I have to return to the base in a few days" with his phone number on it. I watched Mike as he walked to his truck never looking back therefore I had a great view of his ass. His slacks moved perfectly with him while he walked as did the muscles in his back. Time seem to stand still as I watched him then a tap on my shoulder startled me and I quickly turned around. My sister was standing there with a smile on her face.
Stacy is at least five years older than me and now engaged to be married. I've never met her fiancée but been told that he's in the military. Then it crossed my mind that "is this masculine marine my sister's soon-to-be husband". Stacy looked at me with a surprised look and said "He's one hot marine isn't he?" Stacy said.
"Is your fiancé here? I thought you said he'd be here and I could meet him" I ask Stacy.
"Yes you were just talking to him. He never told you?" She responded. I had a dumbfounded look on my face when she said that and quickly shoved the note in my pocket before she saw it. I didn't want to get caught with it since the marine that I was just locked in a bear hug with is going to be my Stacy's husband.
"No he didn't he said he had to go" I lied to Stacy not feeling good about it, but necessary I didn't want to get him in trouble at least not yet. I wanted an explanation first why he didn't say he was going to be my brother-in-law. I was happy for Stacy but I was also pissed at Mike for not telling me. The rest of the day before I returned to my apartment went normal or as normal as it can at a family reunion. As I left my grandmother gave me a huge tight hug similar to the one that Mike and I were locked in. She gave me an envelope that held some checks from people at the reunion and them.
The next morning I called Mike after waking up. He answered sounding a little sleepy still, but I wanted him to explain to my why he did what he did and why he lied to me. Was he just playing me or does he not want to marry Stacy? This among other questions had to be answered.
