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A Marine Called Jason

By: jock161



Chapter One

I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn't. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up.

Toby's Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, smoky, not very fancy, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby's also catered to gays. Not openly. He didn't advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former Marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. He liked it and stayed. Nobody messed with him.

I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby got me another beer without me asking for it. I didn't know if he knew who I was waiting on but if he did he didn't say so.

"Did she stand you up?" he asked.

"Too early to tell," I said. That was the way it was….a lot of times he knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms. It was a code; one that even the straight guys respected if they found out about you. It wouldn't have been that way in any other bar. Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with loud homophobia. One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays. They didn't make any bones about it. They talked to each other loud enough that others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy was gay. Toby put a stop to it right away. Politely at first, till one of the stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay. Toby played along with them. He nodded for them to follow him back to the rest room. Moments later, there was a lot of noise back there, then the back door was slamming shut. Toby came back to the bar without a scratch. The other two guys came out, one embarrassedly nursing a bloody nose and the other one with a black eye and holding his stomach. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to mess with Toby.

I didn't say who I was. Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds, regulation jarhead, buzz-cut Marine. My 196 pounds were good, solid muscle. Most of us were; we had a workout room right in the barracks. The guy I was waiting on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a five-ten frame which made him look heavier. He was Navy, which I liked to kid him was a distant cousin to the Marines. More correctly, he was a Navy Seal. Okay, you want all of it....he was a sniper.

I started to get the sweats as the night wore on. He should have been there an hour ago. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had happened to him. I tried to shrug it off. It was something we both understood and lived with….. him, obviously, more than me. He was the Navy Seal, doing covert ops. I was just an interpreter at Intel….interrogation…we dealt many times with the guys he sometimes brought in. I tried more than once to imagine how I would handle it if he didn't come back from one of those missions. I couldn't even think about it without getting suck to my stomach.

Finally, he was there. I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it. He had incredibly wide shoulders with balled muscles that looked soccer balls and big arms sticking out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle. He had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his waist, held up not by a belt but by his round, tight bubble butt. He sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as if he weren't late at all. I didn't make mention of it either.

"You been waiting long?" he asked.

Toby brought him a beer.

"Only since noon," I said.

He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried. He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place out and see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him. There was and he went over to a table to say hello. I was watching in the mirror over the bar. A waitress came up to the table with a half dozen beers and ran her cold hand down his bare arm. He cringed and laughed and smacked her on the ass. A hooker came up to his other side and put her arms around his waist and squeezed his butt and said something in his ear. He laughed and squeezed her butt hard and she left. It was like that with him; with all Navy Seals. They were quiet, unassuming heroes that took it all in stride. I could have been jealous except that I was happy in my own skin, and I marveled that he was as comfortable with me as he was with women. He came back to his bar stool with that little twist and swagger in his hips.

"I was afraid you wouldn't make it," I said after first looking around to see if anybody was in earshot. There was nobody except Toby and he didn't matter but you had to be always on guard about everything you said.

"I did," he said. 

As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him; especially his huge arms sticking out of his shirt. Dam, they were sexy. It was easier for me to look at him in the mirror but I was still cautious.

Jason looked around the bar and asked. "Did you get a room?"

I nodded. We talked for awhile, bringing Toby into the conversation when he had time. Jason downed the rest of his beer and slid the bottle across the bar with a finality that said he was ready to go. 

"Hey, Toby, if those two girls show up, tell them don't go away, we'll be back," he said in a loud voice as he stood down off the bar stool. It didn't matter whether Toby believed there really were two girls. Somehow, I think he knew better.

A dozen blocks away, down side streets and through alleys, was what was known as the Trent Hotel. It wasn't designed as a hotel. It was a two-story structure that had been converted to a maze of rooms and they put a hotel sign over the door. On the way, Jason stopped off in a gift shop. I told him the room number, two-thirty-eight, and went on to the hotel. He would spend a few minutes in the shop then leave and go down the alley and come into the hotel by way of the rear stairs. The hotel clerk knew the routine. It wasn't smart for two GIs to be seen going into a hotel together unless there were one or two women on their arms. 

I went up the stairs to the room. I'd already showered and got ready for him. I took a big dose of breath freshener and took off my clothes, down to my shorts. I was waiting on the bed when he came in. He double-bolted the door behind him and went over and closed the shutters over the windows facing the street. He left the windows open that faced the alley and a blank wall but he was always careful, afraid there might be somebody spying from a window across the street.

He began taking off his clothes which always made me breathless, all the while with his eyes on me, and that thrilled me that he was so open about wanting me so. I loved everything about him; his looks, eyes, sense of humor, most of all his body. His triceps danced as he took off his boots and socks. He stood up and his arms bulged as he took off his pants. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs, still wearing his muscle shirt and his briefs. He crossed his arms across his chest and pulled his shirt up, his torso spreading out wide when he pulled it off over his head. I leaned up and placed my hands on his sides, high on the V where the finger-like muscles rapped around his rib cage, then on up into his hairy armpits. He tossed the shirt aside and his pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib cage when he lowered his arms. Nice hair there, too, a spattering on each side around his tits then the neat, straight line down the center of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to shove his briefs down but I stopped him.

"Wait. Leave them on…..let me look at you for a minute."

He moved his hands down to his sides and knelt there, a little awkward, with a goofy, embarrassed smile on his face. I let my eyes rake up and down his muscular body, zeroing in on his tiny briefs. They weren't regulation, although they should have been. The military would save a lot of money on material if they were regulation. There was barely anything to them; two thin strips curved up over his hip bones trying mightily to support the weight in the pouch stretched around his manhood. They barely contained his massive manhood, and stretched so low that you could see the curls of hair over the top.

"You ought to be on a recruiting poster," I said

"Like this?"

"If I was in charge of recruiting."

"Is that enough looking?" he asked, shrugging his heavy shoulders. 

"Yeah. Are you getting anxious?"

"You know it," he said.

He shoved his briefs down and lifted each knee to shove them off. His big cock hanging out proudly, not yet hard but thick and meaty, with a network of bulging veins. My breath caught in my throat. His cock was easily six/seven inches, with a network of bluish veins under the silken sheath that gave it a bit of a gnarled, virile look when he was hard. He never got hard fast. It was like he took his time, no big rush, it would be hard when the time came. 

"I don't know how you carry all that around," I said.

He laughed as he ran his hands up and down my thighs several times then tugged at my shorts. I raised up so he could take them off of me. I watched his muscles bulge and ripple and it was a moment of feeling ravished as he stripped me naked. He tossed my shorts to me and his eyes shifted to my own cock but didn't linger. He was just noticing, with no particular desire for it except that it made me a man and a man was what he wanted. But there was desire in his eyes.

"Godd, you look good to me," he said as he leaned up over me on his hands and knees and clamped his mouth over my right pec. I gasped and moaned as he flicked my tit with his tongue then sucked on it. The after-shave bristle on his face felt good.

"Your tits getting bigger?" he asked.

"If they are, you made them that way," I said. They would get bigger with him sucking on them. 

He reached down and lifted my left leg around his hip and I lifted them both, tilting my butt up for him. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my butt, made slick with his precome. His cock was hard now. Hard and big. Hard and HUGE. I trembled a little inside with the familiar anticipation.

"I know you like some foreplay but I'm so damned horny," he said, poking his cock at the slick hole.

"I've told you the foreplay is seeing you come through the door, watching you take off your clothes and walk toward the bed. It's all the foreplay I need."

"You're something else, you know that? So dammed unselfish."

"I'll be anything you want me to be." I said

I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my clenching hole. He picked up my shorts and handed them to me. He was always afraid I would make too much noise.

"I'm okay," I said.

"I like to see 'em in your mouth," he said. 

I let him stuff my shorts in my mouth. He pushed and I pushed my asshole back at him with that little twinge of fear that always came over me the moment before I was about to be penetrated and impaled on the huge cock. I tried not to remember the pain. I could feel the awesome power behind his cock, drawn from his tight, hard butt muscles. Suddenly his cock popped through, leaving me wide-eyed as it always did when he entered me, a lot of it from the excruciating pain. He barely paused before he sank all the way in me, all ten-plus-maybe-eleven inches, up to his balls. 

"Ohh, Goddddd!" I moaned softly as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The weight of his balls felt wonderful against my butt.

"Ohhhh, Fuucckkk! I've wanted this so bad," he gasped. He held still with his cock buried deep in my guts. "You okay?"

I pulled my shorts out of my mouth. "You always ask that and what do I always say?"

"But I know it hurts," he said. "Tell me it doesn't hurt. You can't hide it, hard as you try."

"It hurts like hell, but not for long and nothing I can't handle," I assured him.

He squeezed his butt muscles several times, forcing his cock to nudge at my innermost being, then slowly he withdrew most of the way then slid back in several times; then he set his rhythm and he was fucking me.

"Ohhh…..Ohhhhh…..Awwhhhh," I moaned softly.

"Ohh, yeah….you are so hot and tight," he whispered.

"That's a true miracle, considering the size of your cock stretching me," I said.

"You must have muscles in your shit, to be so tight after all these times," he said. "And so alive! Fuck, it feels like a bunch of tiny fingers squeezing my cock."

He leaned over me and kissed my chest as he fucked me with a steady rhythm. He kissed down my abs then back up across my chest and along the side of my neck. I turned my face toward him a little but he moved back down my chest. He always avoided my face. He raised up and looked down at his cock going and in and out of me. "Fuck, that is so hot, watching your asshole squeeze around my cock, watching it stretch and pull out when I pull back. Looks like it's gonna turn inside out." 

"It feels like it," I said.

He leaned down and began kissing my chest again. He really liked my tits. He loved making them swell so he could suck and nibble on them. He kissed back and forth across my chest, down my abs to the safety point where he didn't get too close to my cock, then moved his full lips up across my chest to my neck. His lips sent shivers all through me. When he was kissing up my neck again….lingering there…..I broke the spell.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Go ahead and what?' he asked.

"Kiss me. I think you want to. It's all right."

He trailed his lips back down to my chest and sucked my tits again. Then he raised his head and looked at me. His thick, powerful neck was so sexy and it made me weak inside, he was so handsome.

"I wish you hadn't said that," he said hoarsely.

"Why?" I was afraid I'd fucked things up. I well knew how macho he was and maybe the idea of two guys kissing turned him off.

"I was afraid you wouldn't want me to," he said.

"How come you didn't want me to say it?" I asked.

"Because now there's nothing stopping me," he said. He lowered his head, his face close to mine. His eyes shifted all around as if he were trying to recognize me, then his eyes met mine. We gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment; I think a moment of indecision for him. 

"I may never do this again but I want to do it once," he said.

I think I whinnied when his lips brushed over mine, or maybe it was him, or both of us. I didn't kiss him back at first. I didn't want to appear too eager; I wanted him to lead the way down this new path of pleasure. I wanted the experiment and the experience to be all his. He flicked his tongue out and traced back and forth on my lips. I let them go slack and he took my lower lip between his. I whinnied softly as he washed it with his tongue. When he parted, my lips were parted to welcome his tongue. When our tongues touched and sent a shiver through me I began kissing him back. He lashed his tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth. It was definitely him who squealed when I did that. It turned into a long, experimental kiss, with more passion than I think either of us expected. It was almost more an act of love making all by itself. Finally he broke away with a tiny gasp, his head hung.

"Geezuss, I wish I hadn't done that," he said.

"Why?"

"Because I liked it."

"You liked it but you didn't want to," I said.

"That was hotter than any kiss I remember with a woman."

"I guess I shouldn't say I'm glad."

He bent me more in half, my legs spread out wide, and pressed his body down against mine. Our muscles strained and flexed and slid together with our sweat. He fucked me, using long, steady strokes, his great cock gouging out the inner-most depths of me. I was always amazed how I was able to take his huge meat so deep. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on. I kissed the hard column of his muscular neck.

"You feel so fuckin' good….your muscles….its so different from the softness of a woman," he said.

"Careful what you say, you might get to liking it too much," I joked.

"I already do," he said, he said, laughing.

He fucked me hard, he fucked me gentle, he was on the way to fucking my brains out.

"I gotta come. I wanta come so bad," he whispered. "I'll fuck you again but I have to drop this load I've been carrying around."

"Give it to me," I said. He picked up his pace and I hung on for dear life and clamped my open mouth against his neck as he pounded me unmercifully with his big cock. I wished he had clamped his mouth over mine so we could have kissed all through his climax. I held him tight, his muscles flexed hard and rippling, till suddenly he gasped and moaned and trembled and half sobbed. Then his cock was shooting great loads of hot semen deep inside me. It took a long time for him to empty his balls; he had a lot to come. I fought to hold off myself. He would want to fuck me again pretty quick and I wanted to be ready and still primed for him. He hovered over me, his great chest heaving and his abs rippling with his heavy breathing. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead. 

"How long have you been saving that?" I asked, holding him close with my arms and legs around him.

"Since last time with you." He slowly withdrew his cock and toppled off to lie beside me, as if he didn't want the intimacy now that he had come. He was sometimes like that. He wasn't exactly loving when we were together and I was surprised when he shoved his arm under my pillow and pulled me close. He needed this so much. Part of his sexual intensity was the release of all the pressure that he had to leave behind. It was as if all his fears and emotions were drained out of him when he shot off. It was hard for me to imagine Jason being afraid of anything but he told me he was, a lot, when he was out there.

"It's always so intense after so long a time," he said. 

"The last time was only a week ago," I said.

"You don't know how long my weeks are."

"No, I don't. I don't think I could do what you do," I said. 

"Maybe, but what you do is just as important. It wouldn't do me any good to bring them in if there wasn't somebody skilled in getting information out of them."

"There must be a lot of them you don't bring in," I said.

He paused. "Most of them I don't. Most of them they just want taken out. But it's their call," he said nonchalantly. "All they have to do is drop their weapon, drop to their knees and put their hands on top of their heads. Except if they've done anything stupid, like killed or wounded one of our guys. Then I don't give a fuck what info they've got, they're wasted."

I could feel his muscles tighten even as talked. 

"You're just doing your job," I said. I never knew what to say when he talked about it.

"Yeah, fuckin-A-right, just doing the job. And I'm dam good at it," he said. Then he changed the subject. "I'm sorry I was so selfish and went off so quick, but I needed it," he said.

"I could tell, you were so intense."

"I'll fuck you again and we'll take our time. I'll find your spot and drive you up the walls."

"You do that anyway," I said.

We lay quietly for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling fan.

"You know, sometimes, when I'm laying out there waiting for a shot, I let my mind drift back to the time before with you. Sometimes I think that's what gets me through it."

"This is the first time you've even mentioned that you're a sniper," I said.


A Marine Called Jason Pt. 02



Chapter Five

I went to Toby's several times, with no hope that Jason would be there, but just to be in a place where we had been together. Mostly, though, I hung around the barracks and took on extra duty so I could be around to monitor the phone. I was counting the days, and too many had passed. Then one night got a call from an orderly at the hospital.

"Corporal Jason Seaborn asked me to call you."

"He's there?" I asked, barely able to work up the air to get the words out.

"Yeah."

"Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can," I said. My voice got weaker with each word as the air went out of me. I got dressed, grabbed a pass and headed for the hospital. I was half-numb, with no clear thoughts in my head. I think I was afraid to think of what might have happened. I rushed down the hallway but slowed as I approached his room; as he had down when he came to see me.

"We gotta stop meeting like this," I joked as I went in. I couldn't tell how bad he was hurt but he had both hands bandaged. The sheet was pulled down to his waist revealing his massive chest and ripped abs and nothing looked damaged there. He moved his leg and I saw a cast under the sheet.

He laughed and squirmed in the bed.

"How'd you get a two-bed room?" I asked.

"They're a bit crowded so they're having to use the rooms usually reserved for officers," he said.

"You got a room-mate?"

"Nope, not yet."

"So, what happened?" I asked, finally.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Would you believe, the goddamed Humvy turned over and tumbled down a ravine. I got a busted leg and some burns out of it. Nothing serious."

"How busted?" I asked. I didn't know whether to believe his story.

"I didn't see any bone. It'll be okay in a couple of weeks."

"A couple?"

"A few weeks…..I don't know," he said.

"Are your hands the only thing that got burned?"

He smiled. "Everything else is in great shape and working fine," he assured me.

I couldn't help laughing when I noticed the huge lump under the sheet.

"Well, I can see you didn't get it blown off," I joked. "Looks like you've got a problem there. Or are you just glad to see me?" 

"You know it. Fuck, it's worse than the injuries. If I don't get it taken care of it feels like it's gonna explode."

"I thought they give you something for that when you're in the hospital," I said.

"Did they give you anything?"

"No, but I was only in a few days," I said.

"That's all I'm going to be in," he said. "The only thing they give me is a hard thump with the nurse's thumb. Dam, it hurts."

"That's sadistic. Does it work?"

"Not for long," he said.

"I'll be right back," I said. 

"Where're you going?"

"To get you something for that problem," I said. I went out in the hall and grabbed the first orderly who came by.

"My buddy's got a problem," I told him, nodding toward Jason's room.

"Oh, the big guy," he said. 

"Yeah, he needs some relief." 

"Relief from what?"

"You know."

"Well, we don't have a pill for it. What would you suggest?" he asked.

"I'm not suggesting anything. I just happen to know he's a very horny guy and he going nuts."

"Yeah, I noticed we do have a problem keeping him down," he said, laughing. He shook his head. "I never seen anything like it. Hell, I can barely get it stuffed into the urinal for him to take a piss and that's when he's soft. He's got the biggest damned cock I ever seen, and I've seen a lot of them. Once he had a big boner and had to piss and it wouldn't go in the urinal. I had to get him a bucket." 

"Anything you can do?" I asked.

"What do you want me to do, go jack him off? He's your buddy, you jack him off."

"I didn't mean that. But if you can't do anything about it I'm going to," I said.

"Meaning what? There are a lot of women who I know would gladly give him some relief but they're all officers."

"I'm going to bring him a hooker," I said.

"We're not running a whorehouse here," the orderly said.

"I'm not asking you to do anything except tell me a time frame when he won't be bothered by any of the staff."

The orderly looked at his chart. "Last medication is around 0800 hours. They'll probably wake him up around midnight to give him a sleeping pill."

"Thanks."

"Look, if it goes wrong, I didn't have anything to do with it," he said.

"Right, I'll take full responsibility," I assured him.

I went to The Dragonfly which fronted as a bar for the whorehouse in back. The madam approached me at the bar before I'd taken my first sip of beer.

"How're you doing tonight?" she greeted me.

"Good."

"Looking for some company?"

"Could be," I said. 

She looked around the bar at her girls circulating through the place.

"How about that pretty one over there by the door?" she asked nodding to the door leading back to the rest rooms.

"Red dress?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but I need to take her with me," I said. 

"Oh, I don't let my girls go out of the bar," she said.

"It's for a buddy, he's in the hospital. She would have to go to the hospital and pose as his girlfriend."

"In hospital, how is he able to do anything?" she asked.

"Trust me, that part wasn't damaged," I assured her.

She went over to talk to the girl. I saw the girl shaking her head. Madame said something to another girl standing close by then came back.

"She not want to go. But the other girl will go."

"Okay, if they'll change dresses," I said.

"What?"

"I want her to wear the red dress that the other one's got on," I said.

She went back and after some discussion they got it settled among themselves. The two girls went back to the rest room and changed dresses. I paid the madam and the girl, Ling, and I headed for the hospital. We made an attempt at conversation but I wasn't much into conversing with prostitutes, especially one that I was hiring to take my place. I mean, what do you say to a whore……hey, what's the biggest cock you ever took?

I winked at the orderly as we walked by the desk. His eyes bugged out when he saw the girl in the sleek red dress. Jason was lying with his eyes closed but he wasn't asleep and he opened his eyes when he heard us come in.

"Hey, man," he said. He blinked when he saws the girl. 

"This is Ling. She came to visit you," I said.

"Ling. Hello," he said, his eyes raking up and down her shapely body encased in the sleek red dress. She was a knockout. I didn't know how old she was. Vietnamese came in two ages; old and young. A thirty-year-old man could look seventeen, a forty year old woman could look eighty. Ling looked like a teenager but I couldn't tell how old she was. Right then it didn't matter.

"I don't know how much time we've got," I told Jason.

His confused scowl turned into a wide grin as he realized why I'd brought Ling to see him. 

"Man, did you clear this with somebody?" he asked, with an edge of excitement in his voice.

"No really," I said. I handed him a condom, foolishly, because both of his hands were bandaged.

"I can't put that on," he said.

"She will," I said.

"Or you could," he said with a leering grin.

I handed the condom to Ling then walked over to the door. 

"Sorry about this, but I have to guard the door," I said. I turned to face the door with my toe against it. 

"Oh, My!" Ling exclaimed, and I knew she'd gotten a look at Jason's cock. "Ohhh, Myyyyyy!" and I knew he must be getting hard.

"OOohhhhhhhh," Jason moaned, and I could only imagine what she was doing to him. "Ohh, you have such soft delicate hands." She was putting the condom on.

Looking at a door is boring as shit, especially when you know what's going on behind you. I stole a glance over my shoulder to see Ling taking off her clothes. The dress, to be more exact. I watched her. She stepped out of the dress and she was naked! She wasn't wearing anything under the dress! Godd she was stunning; her body was flawless. I turned back to the door.

"Will I hurt you if I get up on the bed?" she asked.

"Not so I would notice," he said.

I heard the bed creak softly as she climbed up on the bed. I could picture her straddling him, lowering her smooth, olive-tone butt to his cock, taking his huge cock up her pussy."

"Ohhhhh, Yeahhhhh," Jason groaned. He was no doubt in her, part way at least. "OOohhhh, Yesss, Baby!" Maybe all the way in her now.

"Oh My Godd, you are so big!" Ling exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you like it," Jason said.

"Oh, yess, I like. I never had one so big, though," she said.

I didn't know if he was all the way in her but the bed began to creak softly, announcing that she was fucking him. He confirmed it.

"Ohh, yeahhhhh, honey, do it! Ride that big cock. Ohh, fuck man."

I was breaking out in a sweat.

"Ohhh, Ling, Baby, you are awesome!" Jason moaned. "Ohh, shit, yeah, ride it…..ride it all the way……downnnnnnnn!"

He needed to tone it down but I didn't say anything; I liked hearing him.

"Hey you don't have to stand with your nose in the door," Jason told me. "You can watch if you want to. Ling doesn't care if you watch, do you?"

"I don't care if you don't."

I took them up on it. I turned around and put my back to the door to hold it shut. Ling was seated all the way on his cock, twisting her butt around in circles. It was hard to imagine that her tiny body had his huge cock up inside her. Jason had a big goofy smile on his face.

"Awhh, I don't believe you did this for me," he said.

"What are buddies for?" I said.

It was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. The tiny girl sitting on top of his 

massively muscled body, riding her flawlessly smooth butt up and down on Jason's

huge cock. I could see her pussy when she raised up, stretched unmercifully around his girth. He groaned in agony with every stroking inch. I was amazed how her body accepted his tall, thick manhood. It was like she was fucking an arm, or a baseball bat. Her beauty matched his, or his matched hers; they were a perfect couple and I had the weirdest thought that they would be ideal to make sex-marriage videos.

He had invited me to watch; I had to get closer. I shoved a big chair against the door. It wouldn't block it but it would give me enough time to stop anyone from coming in. I moved over to the bed where I could get a better view from the front. Ling's pussy was smooth as a baby's butt, the pouting lips distended around the thick hunk of meat. I was close enough that Jason reached out and squeezed my arm.

"Man, I don't know how I'm every going to repay you for this. I'm gonna owe you big time," he said.

"I'll think of something," I said.

"Ohhh…Ohhh…Ohhh….ease up, honey, I don't want to come yet," he told her, gritting his teeth.

I wished I had a camera to capture the absolute beauty of the two engaged in such a sensual act. They were absolute male and female perfection. After a few minutes he suddenly let out another gasp but choked on it. He gritted his teeth but I couldn't tell if he was trying to hold off again or if he was working it up or losing his load. His body lurched, his hips jolted his loins hard against her and the bed shook and banged against the wall. He was coming. She rode it out till he settled still then she continued to ride up and down his cock for a couple more minutes. 

"You want me to stop?" she asked as she settled onto his thighs.

"Not unless you want to. I could do this all night," Jason said.

"You still hard," she said.

"Very hard."

"We do again," she said and began riding up and down his cock again. He fucker her again, or she fucked him, for a long time. I was getting uneasy, though; I thought we might be pressing our luck. I went back to the door but stood with my back to it so I could watch. Ling was indeed getting as much out of it as Jason was, fucking his big cock for him. She bounced up and down on it, her head flung back on her shoulders as she fingered her clit at the same time. 

"I wish I could do that for you, Baby," Jason told her.

"You doing plenty," she told him.

Shit, just listening to them talk was turning me on. I went back over to the bed and in a sudden urge of lust I put my hand down at her pussy and replaced her finger with my own. She squealed with delight as I rubbed and flicked her clit with my fingertip. 

"Suck her tits, too," Jason urged.

I leaned in and clamped my mouth over her nearest tit. She whinnied softly as I flicked her nipple and applied suction to her firm breast. She was small but firm and I was able to cover most of her tit with my mouth.

"Oh, yeah, fuck, this is hot, all three of us," Jason said.

After awhile Jason shot off again but remained up to the task of finishing her off when she begged him not to stop. Between the three of us, she had a volcanic orgasm. She really had a big O and I was excited that I was a part of it with Jason. Her body glistened with sweat and she wavered unsteadily. I thought if she hadn't been impaled on his cock she might have toppled off the bed. I helped her down off the bed and steadied her while she put the dress back on. She kissed me on the cheek then stepped over and kissed Jason.

"I'm going to see her out," I told him.

I walked her outside where I gave her another twenty.

"Thanks."

"Thank him. I should not charge," she said, laughing.

I went back to Jason's room. He lay with his chest still heaving, his abs rippling with each breath. He could barely talk.

"Fuck….I….needed…..that. Thanks," he managed.

"Don't mention it," I said. His cock lay stretched up across his stomach, still encased in the come-filled condom. 

"You gotta take care of that for me," he said, nodding to his cock.

I put the chair back in front of the door. I didn't want anyone walking in to see me touching his cock. I carefully pulled and milked the condom off his rubbery shaft, trying not to spill any of his come. I got it off and his cock lay wet and sticky across his hip. Then I did the most foolish thing. I leaned down and sucked his cock all the way down my throat and sucked him dry and cleaned the come off. 

"Ohh, Geezuss, you're going to get me started again," he groaned.

I held the condom up. It hung heavy. It was over a quarter full. "I know you come a lot but this is ridiculous."

"It's two loads," he said. "And it's been quite a while."

"It's enough come for a whole dam squad." I swung it around. "I've got the most awful urge to drape this over your face and leave."

"No, please, don't do that," he begged, laughing.

I laughed and tied off the end of the condom. 

"Come on man, don't…..you wouldn't do that to a buddy."

"What if I turn it up and empty it all over your face," I said.

"No! Shit, no, don't do that!"

I put it carefully in my pocket.

"What are you going to do with it?" he asked.

"I'll think of something. Maybe have it for a midnight snack."

"Fuck, I don't know if that's hot or sick," he said, laughing. "Thanks again, buddy, I really needed that. It was terrific. Even more so that you joined in."

"This was an emergency measure, just don't get to liking it too much," I said.

"You've got nothing to worry about there," he assured me.

"I gotta go," I said. 

"Yeah, thanks again."

I patted his thigh and left and walked down the hall to the nurse's station.

"Get everything taken care of?" the orderly asked.

"For tonight," I said. "But he's going to be in that same condition by morning. You'll have to take care of it."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know, jack him off, give him a blow job or something," I said jokingly.

I walked along the street holding the condom in my pocket, wondering what do to with it. I couldn't take a come-filled condom back to the barracks but I hated to get rid of it. I didn't want to let the stuff go to waste. I turned down a dim alley to be alone and took the condom out. I squeezed it a few times, tingling at the sheer power of him that I was holding in my hand. I looked around as I untied the knot then brought the condom up to my face and turned it upside down over my mouth. The come literally flooded in one hard gush into my mouth. I leaned back against the wall as I stripped the condom with two fingers and swirled the still warm semen around in my mouth. Then I swallowed. I had to take several gulps to get it all down. I still didn't want to throw the condom away. I held it, marveling at the size of it. It was an extra-large size to begin with and he had stretched it all out of shape. I left the alley carrying the taste of him with me, still with the condom in my pocket. About a block from the main gate I stopped in the shadows and carefully hung the condom over a tiny tree limb. I thought it needed to be on display.

I visited Jason every night he was in the hospital but I didn't bring him any more prostitutes. There was a cute orderly on duty one night and I kidded him about taking care of Jason.

"Are you taking good care of my man?" I asked.

"Aww, he's taking care of me all right," Jason put in. "Just look at those big, full lips. Nicest pair of lips I ever had slid down my cock."

The kid's face turned a soft pink and I wondered if maybe Jason hadn't hit a nerve. He took it in stride. He scanned the clipboard in his hand and said, "That's not written anywhere in your orders." Then he looked at me. "He's your man, I guess you're going to have to take care of him.

"Will you guard the door?" I asked.

He didn't know if I was serious or joking and that's the way I intended it. 

"Can I watch?" he asked, trying to pin me down to being serious or kidding around.

We both let it go. It was too touchy a subject to even approach.

The day Jason was released from the hospital for duty I made arrangements to slip away so we could meet at the hotel. We skipped Toby's altogether. I knew he would be ready for me and I was dam ready for him. He fucked me like crazy the whole damned night. I managed to work in a couple of suck sessions but he was so hot for my ass. He never understood the pleasure I got from sucking his cock, or how I developed such a taste for his come; he only knew that I loved it. Twice that night he pulled out and shot it in my mouth.

We were leaving the next morning to part ways and return to our units. A vender was selling newspaper, sounding almost hysterical. I bought one to see what was going on. Hell, maybe the war was over. I must've gone pale when I saw the headline.

"Shit, look at this! Dhin has been assassinated!" I handed the paper to Jason.

Jason took the paper to read the story. He looked pale. We didn't know what impact it would have but of course it was big. 

"Geezuss!" he swore softly and dropped the paper like it was hot.

"What?" I asked. 

"Qui Nhon," he said in a whisper. "I was at Qui Nhon."

I looked at him confused. He leaned against the side of the building for support.

"Jason, what's the matter?"

"I took him out," he said quietly, staring blankly at me. 

"What?"

"I shot the fuckin' president of Viet Nam."

Now I was numb. News that a politician had been blown away wasn't particularly devastating to me, or even news for more than a day or two, but this was the president of the country, and Jason had done it!

"What're you talking about? You said you were going to Qui Nhon to take care of some mischief makers."

"And they just happened to have another assignment for me….another target…. something that just came up, they said, and since I was there……They set me up. They used me as their assassin."

"You didn't know?"

"No. They told me he was very big…..a VC general…..and I shouldn't miss."

"How do you know it was Dhin?"

"They had my position already picked out, down to the precise spot. A sniper always picks his own location. His entourage came down this narrow road and stopped in a small clearing and this so-called guy general got out of his vehicle……"




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 02



"But how do you know it was Dhin and not the VC general like they said? Hell, I didn't even know what the guy looked like till now."

"I use a high power scope," he reminded me. "I had his face right here," he said, holding his hand a few inches from his face. He looked down at the paper. "It was that man's face. And the colonel told me when I reported back, 'this mission never happened.'"

We stood there for a moment, reeling in disbelief.

"Hey, if somebody decided the needed to be taken out…….."

"Don't you understand? I killed the president of a country!" he blurted. "That makes me a political assassin. My next payday, I will be a paid political assassin."

"Okay, you pulled the trigger. It was your steady finger, you sharp eye, your steel nerves, your brass balls, but you didn't pick the target. Somebody at the top did that. It makes you a Navy Seal doing your job, following orders. What if you'd known? Would you have refused to do it?'

"I don't know. No…if somebody decided he needed to go…..I couldn't refuse to follow the order." He started walking. I caught up and threw my arm across his shoulder.

"You gotta deal with this, Jason," I said.

"They fuckin' used me, dammit!"

"Okay, you're going to take out the President Dhim. You know it; they tell you up front. What's different?"

"I probably would've missed," he said, half laughing.

"Shit, if there was any chance of that they wouldn't have sent for you. Shit, you'll probably get a medal."

"Didn't you read the story? He was shot, ambushed by unknown assailants. They don't give medals to unknown assailants."

We were at the intersection where we had to part ways. I almost offered to walk him a little further in his direction but it wasn't an appropriate thing to do for a Seal. 

"Get some sleep," I told him.

"Yeah."

"When will I see you again?" I asked.

"I'll call you when I get back in," he said.

"You're going out again, right away?"

"It's what I do," he said.

"You know sometimes I think I gotta feel your balls just to see how big and hard they are."

"Not here," he said, laughing.

Chapter Six

Too much time passed and Jason didn't show up at Toby's and I never heard from him. Night after night I went to Toby's to see if he was there or if he'd been there. One night Toby handed me an envelope along with my beer.

"What's this?" I asked.

"I was supposed to give this to you after three weeks."

"It's from…….?"

Toby nodded. I took a long drink of beer then tried to open the envelope. Toby finally took it and opened it for me. My hands shook as I took the paper out of the envelope.

Hey, Buddy.

Don't Panic! This doesn't mean I bought the farm or anything. 

It only means I'm not back yet and there're some personal details I want 

you to take care of and be aware of. You know that we always have to 

leave a letter behind when we go out on a mission, sort of a last will and 

testament; a final letter to be given to next of kin or a buddy or somebody

who gives a shit. I've designated that that letter, if it comes to that, will 

be given to you, because you give a shit about me. There are instructions

in it. Among other things you'll have to collect my personal shit. You can

do whatever you want with it; there's nobody back home who would want

it. Also my GI life insurance is made out to you. No strings, do whatever

you want with it. Except, I want you to buy Ling something. Damm, she 

was the best damned piece of ass I ever had! (Well…maybe not the best!) 

So, having said that, I guess you deserve the rest. This is not good-bye; 

it's a "hey" to tell you shit I should have told you a long time ago but we 

never got around to talking much about serious shit. If anybody asks, I 

am damned proud to be Navy Seal. I am damned proud of who I am and 

what and what I do. Okay, I guess they will let you know if and when the 

time comes. Meanwhile, there's the chance I've been relocated somewhere 

and I just can't tell you.. I'll see you when I can. When I get back I want

us to both go see Ling together. But hey, you don't have to wait on me! 

I love you, Brother-Buddy,

Jason

My hand was still shaking as I gazed at the letter, the words now a blur on the 

page.

"Do you need something stronger?" Toby asked as he shoved a beer glass in front of me and poured it half full of Jack Daniels.

I handed him the letter. He held it down to read it by the light under the bar.

"I didn't know he had to leave a final letter behind when he went out," I said.

"It stands to reason," Toby said. He finished reading the letter then folded it and put it back in the envelope. He slid it across the bar. "He's just telling you stuff he put off telling you before," he said.

"Is he?"

"Well, yeah. He gets relocated all the time."

"I'm going to try to believe that."

"Promise me something," Toby said.

"What?"

"I want you to come in here every night you can get a pass, just so I know you're okay. And to be here when he walks through the door."

I choked up, realizing that Toby cared about me, but more because I was scared to even wonder if Jason would ever come through the door again. I choked up because it was the first I realized that I truly loved the guy. I know, I'd said it to him but it hit me full force now.

My life crumbled around me. I couldn't concentrate on my job and I got called into the COs office for a gentle ass-chewing. The first one was always gentle. Watch out for the second one. 

"You having girl problems?" he asked.

"Yeah," I lied.

"Its not one of the whores down on Bailey Street, is it?"

"No, my girl back home."

"Well, hell, that's worse," he said. "I can't give you any advice, all I can tell you is, to get your head on straight, we've got work to do. Very important work and you are one of the best I've got. I can't afford for you to go hay-wire on me. I'm issuing you a three-day pass to Bailey Street. Sometimes all it takes to clear a man's head is to clear his balls."

"Yes, sir."

I took the pass and headed for Toby's. I had to see if Jason had been in, then I would go to Bailey Street. No word from Jason. I didn't hang around. I headed for the Dragonfly on Bailey Street where I found Ling. She was happy to see me but she was busy. I told the madam very emphatically that I wanted Ling. She was taken aback by my tone and said she would try to arrange it. She sent me upstairs to Ling's room to wait. I wasn't thinking straight. I didn't know what the hell I was going to do with a prostitute. I hadn't been with a woman for so long, I didn't know if I even remembered how to fuck…..if I could even get a hardon for Ling. But there was a sense of obligation or something, to myself and to the marines, and to Jason. I had to be a man, for him. I had to be the man he left, for when he came back.

Ling came through the door and my breath tightened in my throat at the sight of her in that red dress. Godd, she filled it out! I felt the stirring in my loins and knew I wasn't going to have any trouble. 

"How is your friend?" she asked.

"He's fine. Great," I said.

"Where is he? Why he not come?"

"He's tied up. He'll come next time."

She turned for me to unzip the dress and I helped her out of it. Again, she was naked underneath. 

"I do this for you?" she said as she began unbuttoning my shirt.

I dropped my hands to my sides and let her take my clothes off. I tried to close my eyes and imagine that it was Jason taking them off of me but her hands were too soft and gentle. I gasped when she took my cock in her mouth and longed for even the image of Jason on his knees sucking my cock into his mouth, but even the image wouldn't come. I looked down and saw Ling's tiny mouth distended around my cock like her pussy had been stretched so around Jason's thick meat. I got hard in no time and all my fears vanished.

Ling urged me back on the bed and crawled up between my legs. I closed my eyes and let it happen. I'd told the madam, in an attempt to bolster my own confidence that I wanted Ling for the whole night. She dam near killed me. She got me started and I couldn't stop. I didn't bother to count how many times I fucked her, or she fucked me, or how many loads I shot. I just knew my balls ached from being drained so dry and the backs of my thighs hurt and even my butt was sore from the exercise. I wasn't accustomed to being the fucker.

When I left mid-morning the next day I got a room at the hotel where I sacked out for most of the day, except to get something to eat. Late in the afternoon I showered and stretched out on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling fan while I waited for time to go over to Toby's.

"Did you get word?" Toby asked with a smile as I walked up to the bar.

"No. Did you?"

"No, but I thought you might have, from the look on your face and the bounce in your step," he said.

I laughed and took a sip of the beer he put in front of me. Just then the young sailor I'd run into a couple of times before came up to me. The cute one….Steve. 

"Hey, do you have a room at the Trent?" he asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah," I said with a frown. "Why?"

"I've got this…..this guy, and we don't have anyplace to go."

"Go get a room," I said.

"I've spent all of my money. I don't even have cab fare back. I'm not asking you for money, I'd just like to use your room for a little bit."

It was weird but I was thinking it over. The poor kid sounded desperate and I didn't have any specific plans for the room except to go back there and sleep after I got done at Toby's and wherever else I decided to go.

"Okay, but I'll have to take you there. They don't give out keys, you know, and I'll have to let you in the room."

"Okay! We'll meet the guy outside," he said. "No rush," he added quickly. "Finish your beer, stay as long as you like. We're on your time and my guy's not here yet."

"You want a beer?" I asked him. 

"Sure." He slid up on the stool next to me and I happened to glance down at the way his thighs spread out wide on the stool and the dim light under the edge of the bar revealed a bulge down the inside of his right leg. We chatted aimlessly and Toby put in his two cents worth from time to time, till me and Steve had gone through two beers apiece. Steve looked at his watch.

"Well, I guess you're probably getting antsy," I said as I set one leg off the bar stool.

"Whenever you're ready," he said. 

"I'm not leaving with you," I said. "You go on out, I'll be out in a few minutes. I'll head for the hotel, you and your guy follow me, at a respectable distance."

"I understand."

I watched the boy's slim, tight butt sticking out in back of his uniform and the sexy swivel-walk. I didn't know what the situation was between Steve and the other guy, but I knew what it would be if I was the one going with him. We would finish our lessons. I waited at the bar for a few minutes then left. I didn't look for them so I didn't get a good look at the other guy but I saw out of the corner of my eye that they were following me. Inside the hotel I picked up my key and went upstairs.

"I've got a couple of guys coming up for a few minutes," I told the desk clerk.

"Very long?" he asked with a scowl.

"If they stay too long, I'll pay you extra," I said.

I went upstairs and as I approached the top I heard them coming up behind me. I let myself in and they came down the hall to my room. I did a double-take as I held the door open to let them come in. I closed the door behind us and turned to get a better look at the guy before I left them alone. He was just a kid! Typically small stature of the Vietnamese, flawlessly smooth, tanned skin, with the absolute beauty of their race. He was drop-dead cute and innocent-looking, slender but nicely built.

"How old is he?" I asked Steve with a frown.

"Nineteen," he said.

"Nineteen, your ass," I said. "He's more like fourteen."

"No, he's got papers," Steve said. 

"I've got a pass," the kid said.

"He's in the army," Steve explained.

I didn't question them further. Like I said, you can't tell their age. I started to leave.

"Do you want to stay?" Steve asked. 

I hesitated at the door. Dam, what an invitation! Steve was cute in his true American way, and the kid was cute in his Vietnamese way and the two of them made a perfect pair. They were made for sex, although I didn't know what kind of sex it was going to be, except that there wasn't a woman in the room.

"Are you sure it's okay?" I asked.

"Sure. He don't mind," said Steve.

"Stay," the kid said.

I stepped over and bolted the door. They were already taking off their clothes. The soldier…..Dwang was his name…...was naked first. He seemed in a real big hurry. He was slim but very nicely put together. Nice pecs and incredible abs and an unbelievable little butt. I was surprised how big his cock was. From what I'd seen and a lot I'd heard, the Vietnamese males were pretty small, which was the reason that Vietnamese women loved American GIs and their big cocks. Then it hit me. Dwang's looks were more chiseled and square-featured than most and it dawned on me that he was AmerAsian. His father was an American! I guess that explained his big cock. He got on the bed to wait while Steve and I got naked. Steve was next out of his clothes. I watched his compact body as he stripped. I wanted to bury my face in his wash-board abs. Then I wanted to bury my face in his buns when I caught a glimpse of his tight, round ass. Steve was well-hung, too. Not as big as me…. neither of them were…..but on his stature, his cock looked plenty big.

I didn't know how it was going to go down but these two guys were hot, and I got the impression that they were both hot for me. I was down to my briefs and they were on the bed watching intently, expectantly, for me to take them off. I did it slowly, like a strip, but casual as hell. I straightened and tossed my shorts aside and stood with my much bigger cock hanging out proudly.

"Holy Shit!" Dwang said. "Bring that thing over here."

I started to but stopped in mid-step. I was suddenly awash with guilt as I thought of Jason and wherever he was, whatever he was going through, or maybe even dead and suddenly I couldn't do it. 

"I like to watch," I said as I backed up to the chair and sat down.

"Oh, no, you're going to torture us, with that beautiful cock and we can't touch," Steve said moaned.

"I'll leave if it's too much for you," I said.

"No! No, don't leave. Stay and watch. It'll make things hotter if we can watch you at the same time. You're gonna jack off, at least, aren't you?"

"Depends if you guys make me hot enough," I said.

They did, no problem. It was weird. They watched me sitting there slowly jacking my cock more than they paid attention to each other. It was like I was the source of their lust. But Jason was the source of mine. Even as I watched the two young, smooth males cavorting and writhing on the bed, I was wishing it would end. I wanted to be alone with my cock and my thoughts and conjure up images of Jason from my past and jack off for him and drop a load for both of us.

Steve didn't need fuck lessons from me. Dwang was insatiable, and wild. I think he could've taken on an entire platoon and left them for dead. He couldn't get enough cock and Steve was more than up to the challenge. Dwang begged me to let him suck my cock while Steve fucked him. I was tempted but I declined. The kid shot off three times before Steve finally came and he was still ready for more. 

"Fuck, you're a machine, give me a minute to rest up," Steve told him. "Or, you're going to have to come over here and take my place," he told me.

"No, thanks, you guys need to leave," I said as I stood up, looking at my watch. If I'd let them stay I wasn't sure I could stay out of the bed. They were disappointed but thankful for letting them use my hotel room. I relented to Dwang's begging and let him give my cock a few slurps but didn't let him get right down to seriously sucking it. 

When they were gone, I stretched out and gazed up at the ceiling fan. I was lying in come but I didn't mind. I thought of Jason; he would've jumped right in the middle of it with the two guys. But that's the way he was; it was what made him Jason. I had different feelings for him than he did for me. I showered, got dressed and went back to Toby's. He just smiled when I walked in and I smiled back. Nothing needed to be said. Jason wasn't there, and I didn't know if he ever would be. 

I returned from my three-day pass and immersed myself in my work. I was sometimes a little too exuberant in getting information out of the prisoners they brought in. I looked at each one of them as potentially the one who had taken Jason away from me; dead, wounded, a POW…..whatever it was, each one of these guys was personally responsible in my mind. The colonel walked in on one session just as I was squeezing the life juice out of a guy's balls. He was doubled over in pain and I wasn't letting go. Finally he screamed and blurted out what I wanted to know. 

"You ever hear of the Geneva Conventions?" the colonel growled, out of ear shot of the prisoner.

"Fuck your Geneva Conventions, sir," I snapped. "You heard him?"

"Yes."

"You got what you need?" I asked angrily.

"Yes." He stepped to the door and called in two guards to take the prisoner away. Then he turned back to me. "Get back on track with your interrogation methods, soldier."

"Yes, sir."

"It starts out squeezing a guy's balls, and advances to squeezing the life out of him. I've seen it happen."

"Would that be so bad?" I said. "Sorry, sir, but once I get the information out of 'em, I don't much give a fuck what happens to them after that."

He glared at me and walked out. Despite what the colonel said and what I said, I wasn't about to ease up. I owed it to Brown and Anderson. It was my job to get information and I owed it to Brown and Anderson to do my job well. I didn't much give a fuck how I got a prisoner to break. I would just have to be more careful.

I spent a lot of nights in the barracks, reading, playing poker, bull-sessions, the usual shit that goes on in the barracks. I was bothered and ashamed that a couple of the guys were starting to look good to me. Not that I would have the nerve to try anything but I'd never noticed before just how studly they were. I guess Jason's absence was making me horny. But it didn't last long any given time.

I spent a lot of nights at Toby's, too, watching and waiting, hoping and praying, and going back to the barracks with the same empty, gnawing in my guts. I was surprised and bothered that sex had nearly drifted out of my psyche, something I remembered being great and wonderful, but the need wasn't as strong anymore. Not without Jason. All the desire was channeled into my thoughts of Jason. Finally, in desperation, as is usually the case, I resorted to prayer. Real prayer, not the casual quickie that's uttered in passing. 

The church was like a shrine, with statues everywhere, candles flickering all over the place, the smell of incense heavy in the air. It was quiet and dark and there were only a half dozen other people in the place. One GI in combat uniform, another in civies, and some locals. I wondered if either of the GIs was there praying for the same reason I was. I shoved a folded dollar bill into the slot and lit one of the large candles, then knelt down on the kneeling bench. It was warm from the dozens of flickering candles. I looked up at the statue on the wall, unsure who it was. One of the saints. I didn't care which one it was if he heard me. I said the prayers without specifically stating what I wanted. I was born and raised Catholic and there was something about praying to a saint for the safe return of a guy you were having sex with that didn't ring true with my upbringing. I couldn't say it, but I prayed for it, half of the time praying just that there was somebody listening and understanding. I was there for over an hour. When I left, I wasn't sure if it'd been futile, hypocritical or even an abomination but I left with hope in my heart, and trust in whoever the saint was. Just maybe there really was a special saint for guys like me and maybe he was listening.




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 02



I was at the lowest ebb of my life. I did my job like a zombie, without feeling. I ate and slept and I drank beer at Toby's. Too much beer, sometimes. A couple of times I got a room at the Trent and just lay there watching the ceiling fan while I drank myself into a stupor. Those turned out to be the best times. I went back to Ling once but it was no good. Oh, it was good, but it left me yearning for the only thing that could satisfy me. I began to have panic attacks as I faced the realization that Jason might not come back. 

Toby was the guy I leaned on most. He didn't have to say anything and most times he didn't. It was enough to walk in to see him behind the bar, smiling, and have him shove a beer at me. Sometimes we talked, but it was usually about everything but Jason. I don't know which of us was avoiding it.

I was making circles on the bar with the bottom of my beer, creating a pattern.

"Look, the Olympic rings," I said.

He laughed.

Without looking up, I said, "What if he doesn't come back, Toby?"

I looked up when he didn't say anything, and he was just looking at me.

"You can't talk like that," he said.

"What if he doesn't?" I asked again.

"I don't know."

"When did you know?" I asked.

"About what?"

"Me. And Jason."

"Pretty early on," he said.

"Am I that easy to spot? I know he isn't," I said.

"No. But with all the guys who come in here, I've got a trained eye. You would be surprised. Others would be just as surprised about you."

"What about Jason? What do you see there?"

"I see him on a one-way street," he said.

"You do have a good eye," I said. "He's straight as a ram-rod."

"Ram-rods can be bent," he said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.

"Not this one," I said.

He laughed.

"Do you see something I don't see?" I asked.

"You know him better than I do," he replied.

"Do you see something I don't see?" I asked again.

"I see that he cares an awful lot about you. I don't know if it's like a brother on his part, or what, but wherever he is, I'll bet you're on his mind right now as much as he's on yours. And I know if there's any way on God's green earth, he will make it back….."

"You didn't finish," I said.

"I don't think I have to……do I?"

I shook my head.

The probabilities were waning but my hope stayed alive. I supposed I would maintain hope as long as I lived. I didn't go back to the church right away. If the good saint hadn't heard me, or chose not to do anything, I wasn't going back to beg. But I did, finally. I knelt in the back of the church and prayed and cried and begged till it felt like my heart had been ripped out. I started at a hand on my shoulder. In a split second I imagined it would be Jason standing there when I turned around. But it wasn't. It was a priest.

"Son, is there something I can help you with?" he asked in perfect English that the Vietnamese speak so beautifully.

I shook my head.

"Don't try to handle it alone," he said in a kindly tone as he knelt down behind me. "I'll pray with you, for whatever it is. You don't have to tell me."

"It won't do any good," I said, swiping the wet from my eyes with my thumbs.

"Then why are you here, praying?"

"I don't know. It's…..it's a place to be," I replied. "I've prayed to the saints and nobody listened."

"You don't know that. Sometimes you have to give these things time. Those things don't happen on our time."

"How much time does it take for a saint? He's up there with the powers that be. He should have an in."

He laughed softly. "Would you like to tell me what I'm praying for?" he asked.

"You wouldn't want to know," I said. I laughed softly. "If I told you, you would want me to go to Confession."

"Confession is your decision. Just as being here is your decision." 

"If I told you what you were praying for, father, you wouldn't pray for it," I said. "You couldn't."

"Then I would pray for your wisdom and guidance," he said. "Trust me, son, I've heard it all."

"I'm not going to ask you to pray for it, father, but I will tell you why I'm here. I'm praying for a buddy. He's a Navy Seal….a sniper…..and he hasn't come back."

"That's more common than you think, for one soldier to pray for another."

"I'm a marine, father," I said.

"Marines pray for each other, too," he said. "It's more common than they'll admit. If all the prayers stopped, war really would be more a hell than it already is."

"But I…..I'm praying for his safe return, but for some of the wrong reasons."

"What could possibly be a wrong reason, unless you wish to do him harm yourself, and I don't believe that."

"He's….he's more than just a buddy, father. He's……I love him." Even through my choked voice, the words rolled off my tongue with such ease that it shocked me. I couldn't believe I'd said it, especially to a priest. I tightened inside, waiting for the priest's response.

"No greater love……"

"No, father," I cut in. "Not that kind of love. I love him….as a man. We have sex together."

There was quiet for a long moment before the priest responded.

"I don't know the true meaning behind "no greater love" but I will tell you something that should ease your mind. In the confessional, there is never a week goes by that I don't have a soldier or sailor or marine or maybe even a Seal, telling me how they feel about a fellow GI."

"And what do you do? What do you say?"

"I give them absolution, guidance, advice, encouragement; whatever I think they need."

"I couldn't confess, father, because when he comes back, we're going to be together again. So, no absolution. What advice or encouragement would you give?"

"Officially, as a priest, I would advise you to get your life back on track and encourage you to refrain from all of this. Unofficially, as a priest and a man, I would remind you that God made you what you are. You are in His image."

"You think God is gay?"

"No. I don't think God is a sexual being at all. He has no need for it; he passed that on to man. Nobody knows what that image is, but we must know that God understands, because he created your emotions, and the feelings you have for this man."

"I don't know whether to be confused or relieved," I said. "You tell me, father."

"You must decide that for yourself," he said. "Just know that I believe this man….this Navy Seal…..is extremely fortunate to have someone who cares about him so deeply."

I thought about that for a several minutes and when I half-turned to say some-thing else, the priest was gone. I sat alone with my thoughts for a long time. I prayed some more and I felt relief that I wasn't ashamed of what I was praying for. In those moments I laid all my cards on the table; if it was the wrong thing to pray for, then Jason wouldn't come back. Maybe I was signing his death warrant but that's the way it was.

I was lying on my bunk after chow after having lost nearly all of my money in a poker game. Payday was four days away so I wouldn't be going on pass. 

"Courson, there's a phone call for you in the orderly room."

Suddenly I couldn't breath. I got up and walked….half stumbled….down to the orderly room, my legs like jelly. 

"Hello," I said timidly. I was scared out of my wits who might be on the other end.

"Brad!"

"J-Jason?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, My Godd," I gasped. I couldn't find my voice for a moment. 

"Something wrong?" the orderly asked. The orderly was the same guy who was on guard duty the night Jason had showed up in his full combat gear and I'd told him Jason was my brother. "Your brother? You wanta take this privately?" he asked, pointing to the COs office.

I went into the office and picked up the phone.

"You still there?" Jason asked.

"Yes, he let me take it in the CO's office. Where are you? What happened? Where have you been? Are you all right?"

"Whoa. Whoa. Hey, slow down. One question at a time," he said. "Can you get out?"

"I…..I…..yes. Yeah, even if I have to go AWOL."

"Well, stop laying there beating your meat, get some clothes on and get your sorry ass down to Toby's."

"You're there?"

"Yeah. Waiting on you, buddy."

My hand trembled so bad that the phone rattled when I hung it up. I couldn't function for a moment. I stood there in a daze till the orderly came in.

"I'm sorry but I listened in. I'm glad your brother is all right."

"Can you get me a pass?" I asked.

"Fuckin' A," he said. "Shit, I can't let you go AWOL."

The unlimited passes had been curtailed because of too many guys being gone at one time, but he came back with a pass signed by Sgt. Brown…..two passes, actually….but I wasn't sure if Brown had actually signed either of them. I half expected that the orderly signed them himself.

"No three-days, colonel's orders," he said. "But here's an overnight for the rest of tonight, and another one for tomorrow night."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Tell your brother I said hey."

I showered and shaved and got ready. Very ready. It'd been months since I'd seen Jason and I wanted to be perfect for him. I was dressed and checking my back pocket for my wallet.

"Shit!"

"What's the matter?" one of the guys asked.

"I got a pass and I just realized I'm flat broke."

Without a word, two guys dug money out of the pockets and handed it to me. Shit, I wanted to cry. I headed out of the gate with a new bounce to my step, like a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I reminded myself to go back to the church and thank saint what's-his-name for listening and taking some action. I guess it wasn't wrong that I prayed for him. I was nervous as hell as I walked into Toby's. I went to the bar, looking for Jason but he was nowhere to be seen. 

"He left," Toby said.

My heart sank, and I even felt a surge of anger. Why would he leave? 

"He just called me. Did he say where he was going?" I asked.

"Yes. He went to the Trent. He said to meet him there. He didn't want to stick around in full uniform. Room two-thirty. You want a beer first?" Toby asked.

"No, thanks."

"Good enough, he took a six pack with him," he said.

I stepped away from the bar but my hand was still on it. "Toby, is he….. okay?" I asked.

"He's great," Toby assured me.

I half ran the distance to the hotel. I took the back stairs because I didn't want to appear so anxious going in the front. I walked down the hallway to room two-thirty-eight. I paused, my stomach in knots, my hand raised to knock. But I tried the door instead. It wasn't locked. I opened it a crack, half afraid to go in, afraid it might be all a dream that could suddenly turn into a nightmare if he wasn't really there and maybe my imagination was playing tricks on me. It was dark inside except for the soft light coming in the alley window. I could hear the soft whirring of the ceiling fan. I opened the door a little more.

"Hey." It was Jason's voice.

I went inside and closed the door.

"Better bolt it," he said.

He was sitting slouched down in the chair, still in full combat uniform. He looked so damned handsome and sexy in the dim light, truly like a hero warrior returned from battle. I bolted the door. I couldn't move. He got up and came toward me. We went into each other's arms; for him, it was buddy-meeting-buddy, a bear-hug. It was more than that for me. I hugged him tight, drawing on the feel of his hard body beneath the uniform. 

"Sorry I came like this but they just released me and I didn't want to take time to change. I reported in then had them drop me off," he said.

"You look….great…as always," I said. I wanted to know what had happened, where he'd been, but I was afraid to ask. I imagined that it had been so horrible that I would wait till he wanted to talk about.

"Well, you said you like to see me dressed like this," he said.

"Yes, I do. I like to see you dressed in anything…..or not in anything."

"We'll get to that," he said with a chuckle. "But first….." He dug into a pack lying beside the chair and brought out a camera. "You said you wanted pictures. I bought you this. Picked it off a….." He cut his words off as if he thought I wouldn't approve.

"Yeah, I heard they're setting up PXs out in the jungle," I said.

"Yeah."

"Thanks." I was still so nervous I was breathless.

"Hey, you're so nervous." he said.

"I've been so afraid you wouldn't come back," I choked.

"I'm back," he said, as he pulled me into his arms again. 

"Are you? I'm afraid to believe it."

"I can prove it," he said as he smashed loins hard against me. He crooked his finger under my chin and tilted my face up. "Do you need some real proof?" he asked. 

I was stunned at his show of emotion, afraid to believe what he was going to do. Then he tilted his head and touched his lips to mine. We both whimpered as the touch quickly turned to a hard, passionate kiss. Even his lips were strong; I knew I was being kissed by a man. It was a long kiss that left us breathless.

"I'm back, okay?" he declared again.

"Yes, are you ever," I gasped.

"So, do you want to take pictures first?" he asked. "I'm going to be taking this uniform off anyway, you could get all the pictures you want while I'm doing it."

"Can I keep on taking pictures, after you've taken it all off?" I asked.

"I told you before, take all the pictures you want. Take pictures till the film runs out."

I could barely hold the camera as he took off his combat gear. It was such a sensual thing to see. He was shirtless, still wearing his pants and boots and his web equipment belt and I told him to pose for me. He was awkward at it but that only added to the pose. I took pictures of him in his briefs. By the time he pulled them off I was mesmerized to weakness.

"Don't you want any of me like this?" Jason asked, standing there naked.

"Oh, yes," I said and quickly snapped some more pictures. That's when I

noticed the marks and bruises. "What are those marks? They look like…..burns." 

"I got detained for awhile and they thought I ought to know something," he said. 

"You were captured?" I gasped.

"It was nothing serious," he said, shrugging it off. "Hell, I got away. Bunch of dumb-asses."

I wanted to ask more questions….how long he'd been a prisoner, what they did to him….it looked like cigarette burns….but it would've been a waste of time. I knew he wouldn't talk about it. To him, it truly was nothing serious.

"Now you," he said as he took the camera from my hand.

"You want pictures of me?" I asked.

"I don't need pictures of you. I've got those burned in my mind. I meant it's your turn to get naked."

I hadn't gotten all the pictures I wanted but it didn't matter. I started to tug my shirt out of my jeans but he stopped me with his powerful grip around my wrist.

"Huh-uh. I'll do it."

I couldn't believe he was undressing me and it made me light-headed. By the time I was naked we were both hard.

"Now I definitely want some pictures of that," I said as I picked up the camera again.

He laughed and began posing, making sure each one showed off his huge cock to its best advantage.

"Shit, I need a wide-angle lens," I joked.

"Something to show your grandchildren," he joked back.

For a couple of shots he wrapped his hand around his cock as if he was stroking it. I also got pictures of him from the back. His last pose, he was sitting on the chair, legs spread out wide, his heavy balls hanging low. He pressed his thumb against the base of his cock to make it stand straight and tall. When I took the last shot on the roll Jason didn't get up. He stayed in the chair, stroking his cock.

"Why don't you come over and have a seat?" he said.

I trembled inside as I laid the camera down and approached him. 

"I should shower first; I just got in……." He started to get up.

"No," I said. "You're fine just the way you are."

"You might not think so……."

I pressed my hand to his chest. He slouched down so his butt was on the edge of the chair. I straddled his hips but couldn't raise up high enough to sit on his cock. I had to hunker forward and take it at an angle. The time we'd been apart, my ass had tightened up and it was a hard, slow entry. But even the pain felt good, because it was Jason's pain that he was giving to me. When I finally sat on his thighs, it felt like he was up inside me deeper than he'd ever been. We both held still till I got used to his size then I began to squirm around. He put his hands around my waist and urged me up so I had only about half of his cock in me. My legs weren't long enough for me to raise all the way up. He urged me back down.

"Ohh, Fuck, that feels so good!" he moaned. "It's been so fuckin' long."

I laid my head back, my eyes closed, and sucked in deep breaths of air as he began fucking me. I fucked him back, but he was in charge.

"How do you like having the best seat in the house?" he asked.

"Aw, fuck, I can't describe it," I said.

"You wanta keep doing it this way? Let me know if you want to get on the bed," he said.

"Any way you want it," I told him.

He fucked me sitting on the chair for awhile but he kept slipping down and the chair was pretty rickety.

"We'd better move to the bed, this thing's going to collapse under us," he said.

I started to raise up but he brought me down tight against his loins and locked one arm around my waist. He stood up and I locked my legs around his hips. He walked us to the bed.

"Ohhh….Ohhhhh…Ohhhh….Ohhhhh," I cried softly with each step.

"That feel good?" he asked.

"Awww, Yess, it feels great when you walk," I said.

"Well, then, let's go for a walk," he said, laughing. 

He walked around the room, his big cock lobbing back and forth with each step. At the edge of the bed he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet.

"AWwwhhh…..Awwhhh….Ohhhh…..Ohhhh, Fuck!" I moaned.

"I think I could make you come this way," he said.

"You know it." 

"Dam, how come we never thought of this before?"

After awhile he laid me down across the bed and began fucking me for his own pleasure. I was glad he didn't shower. Always before he smelled like aftershave, or deodorant or body splash. Now he smelled of sweat and male musk and the smells of combat. Unlike most other times, he didn't get off and keep going. He kept holding off. When he did let go it was a hard come. He needed it desperately and I was glad that he could intensify his pleasure by using me. I didn't think he would ever stop coming. He filled me up so that his come was gushing back and running out around his cock. It was so intense that his arms were too weak to hold him up and he let his muscular weight down on top of me.

"Goddam, I don't think I ever came like that before in my life!" he said. "Thanks, man."

I cocked my head aside. "Thanks? Where'd that come from?"

"Thanks, that's all," he said. "It was unbelievable, I just wanted you to know that."

"Okay, but don't ever thank me again," I said.

"Okay, if you're gonna get testy about it," he said.

"I just want you to understand that I get as much out of it as you. Probably more."

"No, you couldn't," he gasped, shaking his head.

"You don't know what a stud you are," I said. "Just like what you do, it's nothing to you."

"Oh, that's not true," he said. "That sure as hell wasn't nothing."

"You know what I mean; you don't realize what effect you have."

"I'm getting heavy," he said as he started to push himself up.

"No," I said as I wrapped my arms around his lower back and held him tight. "You're not heavy."

We lay in silence for a moment. He was heavy but I didn't want him to move. I wanted to feel his muscular weight bearing down on me, and his cock inside me. It hadn't gone down completely and I could feel it swelling again. Jason gave me a few gentle strokes with it then began to slowly pull out.

"You don't need this again so soon," he said as rolled off and lay beside me. "Shit, that was great!"




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 02



"Welcome back," I said.

We lay side by side for a moment then he shoved his arm under my head and pulled me to him.

"I need to feel you up against me," he said.

He was on his back; I lay on my side with my leg across his thighs, my knee pressed against his balls and my arm across his chest. He put his hand on my arm and squeezed my bicep.

"Nice fuckin arm," he said.

I laughed. "Look who's talking."

He was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet. A deafening silence, that needed to be broken but I thought Jason should break it. I thought it was he who had the most on his mind and I just wished he would share it with me. I wanted him to stop being a Seal and just be a man; an ordinary man like the rest of us. Except he was no ordinary man. I don't think any Navy Seal is.

"I laid like this every night," he said in a soft, hoarse tone.

"Holding somebody against you?"

"Yes………..You," he said.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't without choking up and I wasn't going to do that. I waited for him to go on.

He didn't say anything for a long while. 

"After they let me start sleeping in a barracks, I actually slept on a cot. Of course, I shared it with a lot of little critters, but it was better than……" He stopped short and took a breath. "I could lay there and watch the moon and pretend, and play mind games with myself." He laughed softly. "If they'd known the moon shining in the windows brought even that little speck of comfort, they would've boarded up the windows. I thought about you, buddy. A lot. I didn't have anybody else to think about; no girlfriend back home, and you don't think about your mom or dad in a situation like that. It's like you don't want to bring them into it. So I thought about you. I brought you into it because I knew you could take it. It wasn't all thoughts about all the stuff we've done…..the sex….most of it was…..well, more like after the sex, like we are now."

I couldn't believe he was opening up like this and I hung on to his every word.

"Better than what?" I asked. "The barracks was better than what?"

He heaved a big sigh like he wasn't going to answer.

"You brought me into it so you can't shut me out," I said.

"The, uh………Well, you have to understand, they don't like us Navy Seals too much," he said. "We are their definition of hell. So we get special treatment."

"Better than what?" I asked again.

"Let's just say I lived in the water for awhile."

"Oh, Christ!" I trembled with emotions.

I think he got emotional too, because he didn't say anything else.

"Hey, I'm here," he said, finally, squeezing me tight.

"How did you get out?" I asked.

"My cock," he replied.

"Huh?" Now he was joking again?

He laughed. "I guess the dam thing's good for something," he said. "The guards who'd seen me made jokes about how big my cock was. The chief honcho overheard and had me brought up. They took me to his quarters and made me strip down so he could see for himself. His eyes bugged out and he just sat there and stared for a minute."

I was afraid of where the story was going and I didn't want to hear it. I almost asked him to stop, but I didn't dare. He had brought me into it, I couldn't shut him out.

"He had to feel it to make sure it was real. Well, even after all I'd been through, you know how my cock is when it gets a little attention. I got hard and he sat there and gaped. They called in the other guards to have a look at me and I caused quite a stir. In the back of my mind I was scared out of my head of what they might be dreaming up to do to me. Suddenly the chief ordered everybody out of the room. Then he told me to jack off."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Yeah, hell, I had to. It felt real good but he got a little impatient because I was taking so long. He wanted to see me shoot. I worked it up as fast as I could. When I was close I tried to tell him to move out of the way but he just stood there, and I wasn't allowed to move back, or move at all. I don't think he believed I would shoot that far. Well, I went off, and it'd been awhile, so it was a gusher. He was standing five or six feet away and I shot all over his uniform. His mouth fell when I started coming and he looked down at the white-wash I was giving him like he didn't believe what was happening. He was a fuckin' mess. I was fuckin' scared out of my head. I thought he might get pissed because I'd ruined his uniform and cut my dick off or something. But all of a sudden he broke out in a big smile. To make it short, I got moved into the barracks and they started treating me better. All I had to do was show off my cock and jack off every day or so. The chief liked to invite others to watch. I think he might have been gay but he didn't dare let it be known so he never did anything."

I was okay with the story, as much as he told me. I didn't want to know any more but I had to.

"What about the marks and bruises?" I asked softly.

"They'll go away," he said.

"What about the marks and bruises?" I asked again.

"Like I said, they give Navy Seals special attention."

"Jason……" 

"We're not going to go into details," he cut me off. "It's over, I'm back."

I didn't argue with him. He'd brought me into it, he could shut me down. "You shouldn't have told me," I said.

He raised his head and looked at me with a confused frown.

"The next gook I interrogate……well, the colonel better be there," I said, seething with anger.

"Hey, you do your job, just like always. This has got nothing to do with you," he said firmly.

I raised up, suddenly angry. "Its got everything to do with me!" I snapped.

"I meant……nothing to do with how you do your job."

We were quiet for a moment till we both calmed down.

"I'm glad you told me," I said.

"Thanks for being there for me," he said.

I gave him a bewildered look. 

"I said I played mind games with myself…..well, maybe it wasn't all mind games. Those nights when I was thinking about you, when I was holding you close……it was real. You were lying right there with me, up tight against me, just like now. You were there." He choked and his voice seemed to vanish. 

I was nearly overwhelmed with emotions. 

"I tried to be," I said. "With everything in me, I tried to be."

"Well, maybe it wasn't exactly like you are right now," he said, hugging me tighter. Then he turned over on his side, facing me. His cock extended up over his belly was like lying on a log. He wrapped his powerful arms around me and hugged me tight against his thick chest. My own cock wedged into the crevice of his thighs. I fully expected to raise up and straddle his cock and ride it again but instead he spread his thighs so my cock fell between them.

He squeezed his thighs tightly against my cock. I was totally surprised at his reciprocation, although some wouldn't have described it so. I clenched my butt which drove my cock between his thighs. 

"This is as close as you're ever going to get," he said as he sort of humped up against me.

"I'll take it," I said as I began moving my cock back and forth between his thighs.

He let me dry-fuck him for awhile then told me he wanted to turn over. 

"Maybe you can get a little closer," he said as he turned over on his stomach and spread his legs out, propped up on his elbows.

I was taken aback, breathless. Godd, was he going to let me…..there was no way! I knelt there beside him, totally bewildered. I didn't dare believe what I was thinking.

"Y-you….y-you're not……."

"No, you can't fuck me, but you can use my butt to get off," he said.

I got between his legs and let some spit fall into the crack of his butt. I aimed straight then lifted my cock so it lay in the crack and began sliding it back and forth. I was delirious with lust as I imagined I was fucking the big stud. On the forward thrust my cock stood up at a sharp angle out over his hard butt muscles, dripping precome. Drawing back, I was careful that the head of my cock didn't thrust between his buns to find his asshole. I closed my eyes and I was fucking him. I wondered what he would do if I accidentally shoved my cock in him.

"You can come on my butt," he told me again.

He hunkered his shoulders and tossed his head back and humped his butt up for me as if I really was fucking him and he was enjoying it. I fought to hold back at first. I wanted it to go on and on but I knew that even though he was acting like he was enjoying it, he was doing it for me, and he would soon tire of it. So I let it build up till I was humping his butt so hard the bed shook.

"Ohh…..I'm…..gonna…..come," I hissed.

"Yeah, do it, buddy……shoot it…..give it to me…..shoot it all over my butt."

I overshot his butt by a long way. With my cock at a sharp upward angle, the first several shots sailed up and landed on his shoulders and the back of his neck and in his hair. One shot clear up over his head and hit the wall. I pulled back so the last of my load spurted onto his butt. I watched the stuff slide down into the crack of his ass. 

"Dam, Buddy! You exploded!" he said. "That stuff's hot on my ass."

I was gasping and weak. I kept my weight up off of him but I didn't have the strength to move off. My arms were numb and trembling.

"Lay down on me," he said.

Godd, I thought, why is he doing this for me? I let my weight down on top of him and my come-slick cock slipped down into the apex of his thighs. My come was the lotion between our muscles. I laid my face on his shoulder in a pool of my own come.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess," I said.

"Feels like body lotion," he said.

"I got it in your hair."

"It'll wash out."

I was in my own little heaven. I was so happy I wanted to cry but like a good, tough marine, I didn't. I felt Jason's muscles flex under me but he let me lay on top of him for a long time. He never made any move to get up. I finally had the strength and the will to shove myself up off his body. My come clung to our skin, stretched between us like liquid cob webs. I stood off the bed.

"Do you want the shower?" I asked.

"Do you want to shower together?" he asked.

I put my hand down to pull him up off the bed but he pulled me down on top of him again. 

"Just so you know, that was fucking hot," he said, hugging me tightly.

"Think how it be if it was the real thing," I joked.

In the shower, I washed his back and shoulders to make sure all the come was washed off.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"What we did," I said, nodding toward the room.

"Pay-back," he said.

"Pay-back? For what?"

"For being there in that goddamned cage in that fuckin' cold water and on the cot with me……." He wrapped his powerful arms around me and pulled us together……"when I needed you," he finished.

"I wasn't there, Jason. Not really," I said.

"You don't know that. I do. You were there," he said huskily.

He held me for a long time under the spray of the shower and I held him, for as long as he wanted me to. I would never have imagined that such an embrace…..the two of us naked under the shower……could be anything but sexual, but it wasn't. It was the embrace of a Navy Seal and a Marine who needed and were there for each other, and I was happy that he needed me.

Suddenly, he pulled away with a goofy smile. "Shit, man, we're getting sappy," he said.

I didn't think so but I didn't say anything because I knew he felt the emotions and the need as deeply as I did and I was so happy for that, I wanted to cry. He exited the shower first and was drying off while I finished showering.

"All the night-dreams and day-dreams and everything I thought about to keep my mind off……." He brought the towel up to his face, purposely to cut off his words. Then he went on. "I put them all in a list in my mind so I would remember what all I wanted to do when I got back." He handed me a towel. "It's a long list," he said.

Chapter Seven

The war wasn't going well. It hadn't been for a long time. There didn't seem to be a plan, and worse of late, no purpose. A lot of us were beginning to wonder what the hell we were doing there.

From the information I was extracting from captured prisoners I couldn't get any sense of a let-up or the slightest dissemination of the VC troop strength or any weakening of their resolve. They seemed to have an unlimited supply of living, breathing men that they could throw into battle. I talked to the colonel about it once and he told me I didn't have the big picture. I wasn't convinced anyone did. Unlike me, Jason never wondered about his purpose and he had his own plan. 

I had told Jason that I would like to see how he lived so one day when he was in city he commandeered a Jeep and we drove off to his compound. I don't know how far we went but it was like we were traveling deep into the ass end of nowhere. Finally we rolled up to the compound. It was like a small, busy city. He took me to his hooch where he lived with a squad of nine other guys. It resembled our barracks except it was a tent with a board floor and it was smaller. It was hot and the six guys had their shirts off or were in their shorts.

"Guys, this is Brad Courter, from Intel," he said by way of introduction, then went around and named the six other men. I got the impression they weren't overly impressed with meeting anyone from Intelligence. I was impressed with them, though. Watching their tanned, sweat-glistening battle-hardened muscles when they shook hands, I was having fantasies about being their hooch boy. We didn't stay long; just long enough to chat and they did invite me into a card game but I declined and Jason said we had to be getting back.

"We leave now or you spend the night," he said. "We don't want to be driving that route back after dark."

So Jason and I headed back into Saigon. He dropped me off at the Trent to get a room while he returned the Jeep he'd "borrowed" and we would meet back at Toby's.

"Steve got it," Toby announced casually as he was getting our beers.

"What?" It didn't register at first what he meant or who he was talking about.

"Him and three others. Some gook tossed a grenade in the cab they were riding in, right downtown."

"The fuckin' bastards!" Jason swore. "Probably mamma-san on her way to market," he added sarcastically.

It soaked in. I felt sorry for Steve but my pain went deeper with the awful fear and reminder that it could happen to Jason. Suddenly I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to be in bed with him and fell his naked body against mine. But we spent the usual respectable amount of time in Toby's, laughing and talking with other GIs as they came and went. I was so relieved when Jason finally said we should leave. 

"Dam, it's too bad about Steve," I said as we were undressing in the room.

"Nothing we can do about it," Jason said.

This time, like every other time, was like the fuck of my life. Jason always put everything he had into it. But he seemed jittery, and quiet, afterwards. I thought he acted like he wanted to say something. 

"Look, we never talked about it specifically," he started. "Guess there was no reason before…. but my time is up in a few weeks."

I was devastated to be reminded; I knew visibly shaken. I knew it but I'd put it behind me.

"I guess I knew that," I said, calmly as I could.

"It slips up on you. It did me. Good thing somebody's keeping track." He looked at me across the pillow. "Hey, I'm re-enlisting," he said, as if to reassure me.

"For the same unit?.....the same duty?" I asked.

"Yeah. Hell, I'm good at it; they need me," he said. "I'm going back to the world for a little bit; there're some people I need to see. My parents and my brother, and some old buddies."

"And some old girlfriends," I put in.

"I doubt if any of them are still around," he said.

"You never mentioned you had a brother," I said. He never talked about his parents, either, or home in general, but I had to figure he had parents, but honestly, I didn't know if they were living.

"It's not something that needed to come up," he said. "He's school. I'm proud as hell about that."

"He's got to be damned proud of you, too," I said.

He gave me a screwy look with a raised eyebrow. "Are you kidding? Him being in college, under the spell of those nut-ball professors, you can guess that we don't exactly see eye to eye on the war," he said. "I can understand why he can't be proud of me, though."

"Why wouldn't he be?"

"It'd be pretty hard for him to brag to his college friends about having a brother who's a Navy Seal. Hell, he's probably back there burning me in effigy, or burning the flag or his draft card. He would disown me if he knew what I do."

"Your family doesn't what your job is?"

"Nobody in my family knows anything about what I do," he said. "So far as they're concerned, I'm in the navy." He laughed. "I don't know if I ever even told them I was in the Seals."

"There are people out there who are proud of you. I'm one of them," I said.

He shrugged off my compliment. "If it weren't for my parents I wouldn't go back at all. There's nothing back there for me. I realized that when I went home after BUDS training. They said I'd changed."

"No doubt you were a changed man," I said.

"It affected my mom the most. It affected my dad; he just didn't understand any of it. My brother……" He paused and chuckled. "I think he was jealous as hell that his little brother put on the uniform and he didn't have the balls to do it. My mom, she just didn't want to loose her little boy. I told her, 'Mom, you would have lost him anyway.' She said, "not to the war.' I think they just don't know whether to act proud or not, the way things are going back there."

"Do you think they'll send you back to your same unit?" I asked.

"If they don't, the country's not that big. We'll hook up," he assured me. He smiled. "Speaking of which………"

I knew what he meant. He was ready again. So was I, anytime he wanted me. What we had together was feeling more and more like making love, although I doubted it was that way for Jason. Not intentionally, anyway, but it seemed he was becoming more gently attentive. Maybe it was my imagination or wishful thinking. but that time when he let me hump his muscle-butt, I would never forget, and I liked to think it meant something even though we never did it again.

We were together every chance we got for the next several weeks. As time got shorter, our love-making, or sex, became more urgent and intense. It was as if we had to make every stroke of his cock, every spurt of come count. I know it was that way for me. Every stroke brought us closer to parting and I had no idea when I would feel his muscular body against mine, that handsome smile looking down at me….his huge, hot cock plugging my ass or filling my mouth again. 

Jason wouldn't tell me when he was going out; he said he didn't want me to worry. I was a wreck inside anyway, thinking about him getting out. Even though he was going to re-enlist, I was afraid he wouldn't be stationed close enough for us to see each other. And I worried. My worse fear was that something would happen to him before he went home. It happened all the time; a guy counting the days and suddenly his days are over. I never knew when I would see him again.

The next time I saw Jason in Toby's he was wearing short-sleeve knit shirt, open-collar that showed a couple of inches of cleavage, and a sling on his right arm.

"What happened this time?" I asked.

"You remember, you told me somewhere out there they had a best shot? I think I found him."

"How bad?" I asked, trying not to sound overly concerned.

"Pretty clean. It got me in the shoulder."

"Dammit," I swore under my breath, "you act like you cut yourself shaving."

"Hell, he missed his shot," he said, laughing.

"Looks to me like he made it," I said.




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 02



"Naw, fuck, I'm still walking. He missed his shot," he said. "Just as well, though, I can coast for the rest of my time till I go back." He leaned in closer, laughing softly. "Don't worry, I'm good to go."

So we went. To the Trent. Not knowing when he would show, I didn't have a room but I got one…..number 238…..while Jason strolled around. I was closing the street-side windows when he came in and bolted the door behind him.

"You're going to have to be on top and do all the work," he told me as he was struggling to get out of his clothes.

"Let's start with this," I said as I brushed his hands aside. It was a pleasure to take his clothes off of him. Touching his muscles sent chills through me. He sat on the edge of the bed so I could pull his pants off and his briefs pulled down with them. His big cock hung out over his balls that rested on the mattress. I pulled his briefs all the way off and handed them to him.

"Here, you might want to stuff these in your mouth," I said, jokingly.

"I don't think so," he said, tossing them aside.

He watched me undress. I was sometimes self conscious the way he looked at me. Tonight he had a hungry look. I heard him swallow when I was naked and turned around to drape my pants over the back of the chair.

"Oh, Fuck! Stay right there for a minute," he said. 

I looked over my shoulder to see him gazing at my butt. I clenched the muscles for him, one then the other while I dug the small tube of lube out of my pants pocket.

"Ohh, Geezusss, man, if you only knew what does to me. Fuck, you've got an awesome ass!"

I was getting hard just from him ogling my butt. He was hard from ogling it.

"That was fast," I said, looking at his hard cock.

"You don't know how bad I need this," he said, reaching out to squeeze one side of my butt.

I squeezed some lube on the head of his cock and spread it all the way down the shaft. Then I put some in my asshole and stepped up on the bed. Jason held his cock up for me to sit on. I squatted down till I felt the heat of his cock against my hole then bounced up and down on it to stretch the muscles. He thought I was teasing him.

"Fuck, stop teasing…..ride it," he begged.

He should have his briefs in his mouth when I rode down on his cock. He had to put his forearm across his mouth to stifle his outcry of pleasure. There was something sexy about being on top of the big stud with his battle wounds. And the wounds didn't affect his performance in the least. I didn't have to do all the work after all. I fucked him on top the first time but he took charge the second time, after I'd sucked him off. He bent me over the bed and gave me another ride that took the wind out of me. Knowing it might be our last time together, I was hoping we would have some quiet time, just lie together and talk and touch our bodies together. But it boiled down to sex. I took it and I gave back in kind, and satisfied myself with that.

I had to dress him when we were finished. We left the hotel and stopped on the street where we usually parted company. Neither of said anything for a moment. 

"Hey, I'll come in town to say good-bye before I leave," he said.

"You dam well better," I said.

I was afraid he wasn't going to make it back. It was down to mere days unless his departure date had been changed. I was at Toby's every night waiting for him. Two nights….three…..four nights passed and I was getting panicky. If he couldn't make it back one more time he would call. Unless…… God, I ached just thinking about it.

Finally, the fifth night, Jason came into Toby's in his whites, without the sling.

"You're out of the sling already?" I asked.

"Not supposed to be, but I'm not going to wear a sling with my uniform," he said. "It's getting better fast; I'm exercising it."

It was the first time I'd seen him in dress uniform and he looked stunning, if that can be said of a man. The way he filled it out in the chest and arms and shoulders was almost criminal. There was no room left in the sleeves. I thought he might have had the blouse tailored the way it sloped down to his slim waist. From there, his thighs fairly bulged against the white material and right where his thighs met, well, he could have been arrested for that. Geezuss, I was surprised they let him get by with a bulge like that, but then what could they do about it? I could see that he had on boxers, which was the reason he wore boxers, because you could see through the material. Once when he turned, I got a look at his butt and almost got light-headed.

There were medals on the left side of his blouse; over a dozen of them. It was the first I realized that he had medals, although it stood to reason that he would. He never talked about having any. I didn't recognize some of them but I did know the Purple Heart, Bronze Star and Silver Star, none of which I had. I had about eight of the others.

"Shit, you've got your own fruit salad started there," Toby said, nodding to the array of color on his chest.

He laughed and shrugged like it was no big deal. It wasn't, to him. "Yeah, it breaks up the monotony of the white, don't you think?"

Without it being said, we both knew this would be our last night together. We said our goodbyes in a way that neither of us would forget. I suggested getting a room at a better hotel but Jason said the Trent was okay; that it was where we ought to go. So I got the suite; the only one. It was the same size room as the others but it had a small sitting room with a balcony overlooking the street and a big bathtub along with the shower. 

"You know what, I'm going to take a fuckin' bath," he said. "A nice long one. You wanta join me?"

"Can you get out of your uniform?" I asked.

"Yeah."

The tub had the fixtures on the side. Jason laid back in the water and I stepped in and laid back against the other end of the tub. I laid my legs over his and we slid down so our balls were touching.

"Do you think we can manage to do it like this, in the tub?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? Is there anyplace we can't manage?"

He fucked me in the tub and thought it would be a fun idea to shoot in the water. He pulled out and sent long, thick, powerful bursts of semen into the water. The stuff shot out hard but then stopped and floated. We got out and dried off and went to the bed. We stretched out and gazed up at the ceiling fan.

"Seems like there're a hundred things we ought to be saying," he said.

That surprised me, and I wondered what things he thought ought to be said. I knew what I wanted to say to him. I was glad I didn't.

"I guess all the important stuff has already been said. Right?" he went on.

"What I would say, you wouldn't want to hear," I said. "There is one thing, though."

"What?"

"I'm going to make love to you before you go."

He cocked his head around with a smiling scowl.

"Not that…..hell, I wouldn't even think of trying to fuck you, for real, but everything else, its open season."

"Well, if a Marine is going do it, I guess there's nothing I can do about it," he said.

I almost laughed. I couldn't lay finger on him if he didn't want me to. He could disable me with one finger. I don't know if it was love making to Jason but it was to me, in its purest form. I worshipped him physically. I worshipped him emotionally. There wasn't one inch of his muscular body that my lips didn't touch. I took my time, and he let me. I made it last most of the night. I drove him half-crazy. He begged me to make him come. I finally did, but only after I extracted a promise that he would let me continue right through his climax. I took his powerful load in my mouth and never let go of his cock. The second time I spent most of my time with my tongue in his ass. 

"Goddam, this is more agony that getting my cock sucked," he moaned. "You're gonna make me come again doing this, aren't you?"

"You got it," I said. "And I want you on your back, bent in half when it happens."

"You're gonna do that to me again…..make me shoot all over myself."

"With your mouth open," I added.

He pretended I was forcing him but in reality, he was a willing partner and I felt good about that. It made me wonder if he might have found the courage to reciprocate in some way, given enough time. I didn't dwell on it though. There wasn't enough time and it wasn't that important to me. His pleasure was mine. I drove him nuts all over again. He was moaning and groaning and gasping for air, begging me to stop and give him a break, begging me to make him come again. I had him tilted up, bent in half so his cock was aimed right at his mouth. Hell, it almost reached his mouth. I gave his hot, clenching ass everything I knew how. He tasted awesome and pulled his hole wide open and buried my mouth to get more of his flavor. It was more than he cold take. He cried out, an animal-like cry, and I felt his asshole clench and sort of flutter and I knew he was coming. I kept tonguing his ass and kept him bent in half till I was sure he was finished. When I let him down….well, he had white-washed his face and shoulders and neck. There were streaks of come across his mouth and some over his nose and he was having a hard time breathing. He found his briefs to clean the stuff off but I wouldn't let him.

As I lifted his legs and let them down on either side of me I leaned up over him with my face over his. Our eyes met but he looked away. But he looked back, just as I was lowering my face, a look of horror in his eyes. I brushed my lips over his come-slick lips and flicked my tongue out. I kissed him. He tried not to kiss me back but he finally succumbed. It was easy to force my tongue into his mouth and I was surprised to find his mouth full of come that he was trying not to swallow. 

"Give it to me," I whispered as I lashed my tongue around in his mouthful of come and sucked it up. He gave it up willingly but our kiss became too passionate and I gave it back to him. I kissed him relentlessly, purposely forcing him to swallow his own come. He fought it but finally gave in and swallowed. He even finished the kiss, with even greater passion.

"Dam, I don't believe you made me do that!" he gasped.

I laughed. Like I could force him to do anything.

He swallowed repeatedly, using his own spit to wash down the taste of his semen. For me, it was the ultimate act of love from him, even though I knew the greater part of it was lust. He simply got caught up in the moment and I easily forced him over the top. But when he fucked me the last time, I sensed that he was really feeling something besides the sex.

We took another bath in the early morning hours but we didn't have sex again. It was enough to lie in the bathtub together, and on the bed till it was time to get dressed and head back. I ached as he covered his muscular body with clothes. I drank in every ripple of bulging muscle to carry the image with me till we met up again. I thought we would say good-bye in the room, but when he was dressed he was ready to go. It bothered me a little that he seemed so anxious to part. We stopped at the usual spot along the street, where we had to part ways, and it was an awkward moment. 

"Well, I guess this is it," I said.

"For now," he said. He shifted his weight and I took in the movement of his muscles beneath his uniform. "You know, for all I feel and don't feel……." But he cut himself off.

"What?" I asked. I wanted to hear it. "I want to hear it," I said.

He laughed softly. "It's the only fuckin' thing I've been able to do in return in this relationship….I just wish I'd kissed you good-bye back in the room. I would do it now……."

"Just hearing you say it is enough," I said.

"Well……" He put out his hand.

We shook hands and parted company. I turned around once and he had turned around too. He waved and I waved and mouthed the words, "I Love You" but I don't think he saw me. If he did, he didn't acknowledge it. I looked around again but he was walking away. I took in the manly image of him once more; his wife shoulders and slim waist, the thick, muscular legs and his tight, bubble butt churning inside his uniform pants….and I never looked back again. I headed back to my barracks and began a raging battle against depression. Godd, I was going to miss him.

I didn't wage the battle in the barracks. I took it to the field. Battling depression screwed up my head and made me do stupid things. I went to other bars besides Toby's and got drunk and got in fights and picked up prostitutes so often that I wondered if I was going straight. Definitely, I had to acknowledge the Bi gene that was in me. But the other one was still there, a lot stronger. Over a short time I made other contacts at Toby's. It was easy. All I had to do was go back to the rest room and hang my cock out and see who else had his cock hanging out. From there all it took was eye contact. I made more contacts than I should've. So many that I was feeling guilty and ashamed. 

One night I went with some other guys…..a cab full….to a house somewhere on the other side of town. I don't know who the place belonged to but it obviously belonged to someone with money. There was a courtyard with gardens surrounding it and rooms that were plush by the local standards. Everybody knew what we were there for and there was no time wasted in everybody getting naked. There was food laid out by three very young, slim and cute Vietnamese boys and plenty of drink that soon led us to the reason we were all there. It started out paring off and I ended up back in a dark corner of the garden with another young, hunky marine who was hot and desperate for sex. I gave it to him and very unlike Jason, he returned the favor. Another guy found us and joined in. By the time the fourth guy crept into the dark-ness I'd been fucked three times and given back in kind. I don't know how many it takes to make an orgy but it was turning into one real fast. I knew it'd reached full orgy status when the three boys were brought in on it.

I fucked and sucked cock and ate ass with abandon, and got fucked and got my cock sucked and my ass ate out. With the help of the booze, we literally fucked ourselves into a stupor. I woke up, still in the corner of the garden, entangled with two other GIs and one of the Vietnamese boys. I felt the boy's cock throbbing against my butt. When he tried to put it in me I crawled out of the pile of bodies and stumbled off to find my clothes. I wasn't sure I ended up with all of my own clothes, but they fit so I guess mine would fit him. 

I didn't wait for the others to leave. I left alone, still not quiet believing that such a place existed. I was in a daze heading back. When I got back to the barracks and showered, I took off a pair of shorts that had a laundry mark that wasn't mine. Also, in the back of my head, I had the awful thought that there might have been cameras recording everything that went on. I vowed I wouldn't do such a stupid thing again. After that I more or less took it out on the prisoners they brought in.

End of Part II



A Marine Called Jason Pt. 03



Chapter Eight 

I was promoted to Sergeant and there was a celebration at the Dragonfly with the guys from the barracks. Later I went to Toby's to celebrate. Toby looked like he wasn't feeling good.  

"What'll you have?" he asked rather quietly. 

I gave him a blank look. It was the first time he'd ever asked me what I wanted to drink. He knew. 

"The same," I said with a curious look. 

He got my beer and instead of sliding it across the bar like he always did he reached over and set it squarely in front of me. I saw a sad look in his eyes and he glanced away from me a couple of times, like he was avoiding me. I gave him another curious look and took a drink of beer, looking at him over the top of the bottle.  

"You......haven't heard," he said in a soft, flat tone. 

"Heard what?" I asked. 

Toby gushed the air out of his lungs with a pained look on his face.  

"Heard what?" I asked, now with panic in my voice. 

He still hesitated. 

"Heard what?" I asked, and in those few seconds that lapsed I grew panicky. 

"Jason's plane went down." 

The air went out of me and the blood left my head, leaving me light-headed. I felt dizzy and I slid up on the bar stool because my legs weren't going to hold me up. I felt sick to my stomach. 

"My Godd!" I whispered. "He....he's....he's not......" 

Toby just shook his head.  

I downed the reset of my beer and Toby put a glass of whiskey in front of me and set the bottle beside it. 

"I'm sorry, Brad. I'm so fuckin' sorry. He was a great guy." 

I sat there staring into the empty glass, trying to breath and trying to quell the sick feeling in my stomach. I was going to loose it. Toby poured some whiskey to the glass and I downed it. 

"Where?  When?" I asked, setting the glass down with a loud crack. 

Toby looked down, shaking his head. 

"They were on their way back, stopped for refueling and something went wrong. There were only two survivors." 

I wanted to ask if Jason was one of them; if he was just hurt, but I knew better. I put my hand to my head and closed my eyes tightly, fighting down the emotions that threatened to burst free. I could not loose control. Not there in Toby's. Jason would expect more than that from me. 

"He got to see his family," Toby went on in a consoling tone but if it was supposed to be any consolation, it wasn't. Not for me.  

"Geezuss, all that guy did, and he went down in a goddamed airplane?" I said. I gulped down another drink of whiskey.  

"Do you need to use my office?" Toby asked. 

I shook my head. "No," I said. "No, I.....I have to go someplace."  I poured myself another drink. I downed it and stood down from the bar stool. 

"Brad......," Toby said. 

I waved him off. I exited the bar and sucked in the night air, pungent with the odors of a city that didn't concern itself about air pollution. It smelled good to me. It smelled like war. I walked hard in the direction of the church. I needed God worse than I'd ever needed Him in my life and it wasn't all for good and holy reasons. I was angry. I wanted some answers why this stupid thing had happened, and I had a few things to say to that saint. And the patron saint of military men....whoever he was.....where the hell was he? 
I wasn't any more calmed down by the time I got to the church but I entered with the reverence and respect that had been instilled in me as a boy. I was angry, but you didn't show anger and disrespect at the same time in the house of God. I took a pew in the front and knelt down, near the grotto of the saint I'd prayed to for Jason's safety. I didn't look up at the statue. Rather, I gazed into the flames of the dozens of flickering candles at the saint's feet. I didn't look up at the statue. I didn't have anything to say to him and if he had anything to say to me, he could have God strike me down to get my attention. I looked up at the crucifix instead.....stared at it for a long time....and felt a calm come over me. I don't know what it was, but the tension left me and I realized that it wasn't all anger, but grief that consumed me.  

I tried to fight down the emotions and the tears. I didn't know why. I don't know why anybody does. It's there and it's going to be there till you let it out or it's going to hurt all the worse. In my case I didn't let it out, it escaped on its own. I started to recite the litany of prayers I'd learned as a boy but my shoulders slumped and I sobbed. I lost it completely. I heard footsteps coming into the church then someone moved into a pew close behind me. I didn't realize how close till I felt a hand on my shoulder.  

"Hey, buddy.....excuse me....Geezuss, what's wrong?" he asked. His voice was hard and deep. He got up and moved into the pew beside me. He was intruding on my space but I was grateful for his presence. I was more grateful when I felt his arm across my shoulder and saw that he was in uniform....combat fatigues....and I didn't care that this soldier was seeing me cry. 

"I know how it hurts," he said. 

How did he know?  He didn't even know why I was hurting. 

But he did. "I lost my best friend a month ago," he said. 

He wasn't a priest so I felt no need to confess anything about my feelings for Jason, to explain the depth of my feelings. It went deeper than that anyway, beyond the sex we'd shared. The soldier was offering me compassion. After a few minutes though, I wanted to be alone. When I began to regain my composure he asked,  "Do you want to go have a beer?" 

I shook my head. "I want to stay here for awhile," I said. 

"Okay. I'll be at the Dragonfly. I'll be there for awhile." He went up to one of the grottos, lit a candle and knelt down. After a few moments he got up and left. He nodded as he walked past me and I wondered who or what he had prayed for. 

I sat in the soft dimness, letting the grief engulf me. I didn't raise hell with the saint. I wasn't angry anymore. Jason would've frowned on it anyway. He would've been embarrassed with my grief. But it was my grief, not his. I sat numb for over a half hour, not even trying to grab any of the thoughts running through my head. I was just there, in a space with the heat of the candles warming it; there for no real purpose or need to be there and I didn't know why I was. I suppose I wanted to feel the warm embrace of an understanding being that would comfort me or make the awful truth go away. But I didn't feel it. All I felt was numb, and my own presence, very much alone, in an empty space. Finally, I crossed myself and stepped out of the pew. I still didn't look at the statue of the saint. I wasn't angry, but he had a lot to answer for. 

I wondered if it was too late to meet up with the soldier. I walked the few blocks to the Dragonfly. When I went in he waved me over and signaled to the waitress to bring me a beer. 

"I'm glad you decided to come," he said. 

"I just needed a little more time back there," I said. 

"Jack Burnside," he said, putting out his hand. 

"Brad Courter." I sat down. 

"I know it fuckin' hurts, man," he said. 

"How did you know?" I asked. 

"Because I just went through it. I've still got the pain in the pit of my stomach. It's going to be there for a long time. How'd it happen?" he asked. 

"His plane went down." 

"He was a pilot?" 

"No, he was coming back from the states. He was a Navy Seal. He went home to see his family then he was going to re-enlist. He was a Navy Seal sniper and he gets it in a damned plane crash." 

"Me and my best friend enlisted and came over here together," he said. 

"How'd you get past it?" 

"You don't. You deal with it," he said.  

We talked for over two hours and I felt better, and maybe he did too. We promised we would stay in touch; meet up at Toby's. He said he'd been to Toby's once but he heard it was a gay bar. I told him I'd never seen anything out of place there and that seemed to satisfy him. At least he never suggested meeting anyplace else. 

I went to Colonel Brown and requested to escort Jason back home. 

"You knew Petty Officer Seaborn?" 

"Yes, sir, very well." 

"I'll see what I can do," he said. 

Less than an hour later, he called me into his office. "Get your shit together, you're the escort," he said. "Your orders are being cut. I'm giving you some extra time so you can go see your family while you're there. You'll need to go over to his unit and pick up his personal stuff. Take one of the Jeeps." 

"Yes, sir." 

"And Courter, go through his stuff carefully, make sure his mother doesn't get something she shouldn't see," he said. 

"Yes, sir."  

I drove to his unit, showed the LT my orders and he had someone, a young PFC, show me to Jason's bunk and foot locker. 

"You need anything, let me know," the  PFC said. "You want some coffee?" 

"Yeah, thanks." 

He came back with a cup of coffee. 

"You need anything else, let me know."  He came back a few minutes later with a form on a clipboard. "LT says you need to list everything and sign for it," he said. 

I began making the list, in detail; his shaving kit, shorts, socks, T-shirts, a few letters and pictures, a watch, a choker necklace, the presentation boxes containing his ribbons. It didn't surprise me that there wasn't anything in Jason's locker that his mother shouldn't see, except I confiscated four condoms. She didn't need to have those but I did list them. I even noted on the form who the letters were from and if there were any pictures in the envelopes. On the very bottom of his foot locker, tucked under a pair of athletic shorts and a jockstrap I found an envelope with the words, "In case of my death see that this letter is delivered Cpl. Brad Courter at Intel."  I felt a chill holding the letter in my hand. It was a moment or two before I could bring myself to open it.  

  Buddy, 

I hate to put this burden on you, but you're the one I want to handle it. If you can't do it, I'll understand, but I'm asking you. I won't get sappy, but I want you to know that you've been the best buddy I ever had; like the brother I never had. I know, I've got a brother, but you're a lot more of a brother than he is. Don't try to make my folks understand any of this. I don't expect them to. You do and that's what matters, that I and what I stood for are not forgotten at this time. And I know you will make sure that what I stood for is honored. I'm not sure mom or my dad will want the flag. If they don't, you take it. It does not go to my brother!   He would probably burn it, and it would only mean more to their cause that it covered my casket. Being with you was great, in every way. You taught me a lot and you gave me a lot. I only wish I could have given back just a fraction of what you gave me but you knew I wasn't built that way. Take whatever else you want of my stuff. I would like for you to keep the ribbons, my discharge papers and DD214 unless my dad and mom ask for them, which I'm sure they won't. There's another sheet attached to this letter that authorizes you to take care of every-thing, including the final arrangements. Didn't want to include it here because what I've said here is none of anybody else's business. 

I turned to the other sheet. 

This will authorize you, Brad Courter, to make all of the final arrangements. You know what I want; full military honors. And that's not just for me; I want it because it will honor the rest of the guys who are still fighting and dying over here. I want my death to mean something, Brad. It has to mean something, otherwise what the hell was it all for?  To back up this authorization, my GI insurance is made out to you. After you've paid everything, go out and have a beer ON ME, then give what's left to my parents. It's been a hell of of a ride, Marine, and I'm honored that you were there with me. Take care of yourself. Stay safe, and say hello to Toby for me. 

                                                           Your buddy, Jason 

I stayed knelt beside his foot locker for a moment to regain my composure. Then I inventoried the stuff on the shelf and the stuff hanging on the rack at the head of his bunk. It was mostly uniform shirts and pants. I found the PFC and told him I was finished and asked if he could get me a duffle bag to put everything in. I couldn't find Jason's duffle bag. 

"Do you want to go through the stuff and verify my list?" I asked, handing him the clipboard. 

"No. If he trusted you, I do," he replied and signed off on the sheet. 

In addition to the ribbons and the condoms, I took a pair of his briefs, a T-shirt, the choker necklace, two pictures that he was in, his athletic shorts and jockstrap; all things that meant more to me than they could ever mean to anyone else. 

We flew out on a C-130 and began island-hopping back to the states. I sat with Jason's casket all the way. We were met in San Diego where we transferred to a civilian plane headed for Indianapolis. There was some hassle over me staying with his body on that flight but I won out. I stayed with his body every leg of the journey except in the hearse. In Indianapolis, along with the waiting hearse, there was also a military sedan for me to drive. So I followed on the drive to his hometown, a small town called Attica. I showed the funeral director the letter but told him I wanted the family to be there to help make the arrangements were made. I was there only to see that he had full military honors. He said he would call Jason's parents to make an appointment. From the funeral home I found my way to Jason's parents' house. 

I was welcomed and treated with cool respect. I thought they might be angry and would have liked to take it out on me. The four of us, Jason's mom and dad and his brother, Allen, went to make the arrangements. They wanted us to all ride together but I was reluctant to leave the military sedan. Jason's brother was an ass. 

"Does that make you feel proud?" he said, indicating my uniform as we stood aside while the funeral director was talking privately with his parents. 

"Damned proud," I said, unflinching. "He was a good man and a fine soldier." 

"Well, I guess this isn't the place," he said and let it go. 

His parents pretty much accepted the fact that Jason had asked me to make his arrangements and they seemed okay with it, especially when they saw that they were making most of the decisions. I wanted them along. His brother was another story. The casket was picked out and we were back in the office where the funeral director explained that he would acquire a flag and arrange for an honor guard. That's when Allen interrupted. 

"Look we don't really want all the military honors, the uniform, the guns," he said. "We would like to simply put my brother to rest in peace." 

I looked at his parents but I couldn't tell whether they agreed with their son or not. I was hoping they didn't and would speak up. When they didn't say anything, the funeral director did. 

"I'm sorry, but I have a letter that the deceased wrote to Sgt. Courter stating his wishes and requesting him to be in charge of the arrangements," the man said, "even so far as to making him beneficiary of his life insurance." 

"Well, now, that's interesting," Allen said. 

"I can't disregard your brother's instructions," the funeral director went on. 

"For your peace of mind, I've already signed the insurance money over to the funeral home," I said in as kindly a voice as I could muster. "He will return the unused portion to Mr. and Mrs. Seaborn." I would have been dubious about doing that but the couple obviously knew and trusted the man. I didn't mention the cash I'd kept out of Jason's personal stuff. I wasn't stealing it. He told me to have a beer on him, and that's what I had to do. 

Allen glared at me. I looked at his parents again but got no clue what they were thinking. Finally, his mother spoke up. 

"You know better than anyone what he would have wanted," she said to me. 

"He made his wishes known," I said simply. 

"There is the decision whether to have an open or closed casket," the funeral director said. 

"Open," Mrs. Seaborn said, without hesitation. 

"Open at the wake, but closed for the funeral," her husband put in. She patted his hand in agreement. 

When the arrangements were made I started to excuse myself and leave the family alone. 

"Where are you going?" Mr. Seaborn asked. 

"I was going to get a room at the motel," I said. 

"You'll do no such thing," Mrs. Seaborn said with indignation. "You can take Jason's room. He would be honored." 

It would have been impolite to argue so I went back to the house. Allen dropped his parents off and left. Mr. Seaborn was waiting on me and met my car. 

"I'll get your bag," he said. 

"No, that's all right, I'll get it."  But I stopped in mid-motion when I saw the firm determined look on the man's face. 

"The Marines didn't teach you to respect your elders?  I said I'll get your bag." 

"Yes, sir," I said and backed off. 

I followed Mrs. Seaborn up the stairs with her husband behind me with my bag. He set the bag down at the door and she showed me into Jason's room. 

"Make yourself at home. The room is just like Jason left it.....he was just here, you know.....," she said. "We thought he would......"  She stopped again, choking off her words. But then she quickly recovered. "We thought he would want to use it for a little while when he got back, before he went on with his life." 

I thanked her quietly but profusely. It's not what I'd planned but I was so grateful for her hospitality. When I was alone, I stood there in the middle of the room. It was eerie; comforting and disturbing at the same time. The room seemed to wrap itself around me, as Jason had done so many times. It was easy to imagine him there; I could almost feel his presence. I tried to imagine the day that he walked out of the room to become a Marine, expecting to return and find everything just as he'd left it; and when he did return, he would find that nothing was as he'd left it. The first thing to catch my eye when I walked in was the weights and the workout bench that took up about a fourth of the space. I walked around the room taking in every detail. The bed that he'd slept in such a short time ago was wrinkled where he'd sat on it, I suppose, to put his boots on. There was still a towel draped over the barbell from where he'd worked out last, I'm sure while he was home. There were several pictures of bodybuilders stuck to the wall. A football sat cocked against the pillow. A bulletin board displayed a dried boutonniere, some concert ticket stubs, some old newspaper clippings from the sports page, several pictures of him and his team mates as well as pictures of him and various girls. There was a concert poster on the closet door. His clothes hung in the closet, including his athletic jacket. It hung heavy with medals. I wondered if he felt the same about his athletic honors as he did about his military medals.....no big deal. Probably so. Oddly, there was a GI Joe doll standing on his dresser, barefoot, no shirt. I couldn't help noticing the striking resemblance. I would learn later in conversation with his parents that he had patterned himself after GI Joe.  

Mrs. Seaborn called me down to supper, she called it, not dinner.  

"You take Jason's chair," she said, pointing to a chair at the opposite end of the table from her husband. 

I felt uneasy about it but I didn't argue. Whether it was meant as a gesture of hospitality or honor to her son, these people were not to be argued with. The three of us made casual and pleasant conversation during supper. I wondered but didn't ask where Allen was. I thought he should have been there to comfort his parents. He was, after all, the surviving son. 

"You've probably gathered that Jason and Allen didn't see eye to eye on things," Mr. Seaborn said. 




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 03



"Allen and Jason never saw eye to eye on anything," Mrs. Seaborn said, laughing softly. "Sometimes I wondered how they both ended up in the same house. You would think one of them was an orphan," she joked. 

"Jason was very proud of his brother, being school," I said. I wanted them to know that.  

"We were very proud of Jason," she said. 

"He would be glad to know that," I said. I steered the conversation away from matters of war and military as best I could and began asking about Jason when he was a little boy and a teenager in high school. I noticed that it was a much more relaxed conversation. I offered to help with the dishes after supper. 

"Oh, my, no," Mrs. Seaborn said, throwing up her hands. "The kitchen is my domain, I would never allow the men-folk in there." 

"So Jason never had to do dishes?" I asked light-heartedly. 

"He did plenty of other things. He was a hard worker at anything he did," she said. 

So Mr. Seaborn and I retired to the living room. Surprisingly, he didn't turn on the television as I expected he would, if only as a focal point to ease the tension. Instead, he sat down, cocked one leg over the other and started talking. 

"Tell me about my son," he said. "We never really knew him after he joined the navy." 

"I can sum it up in a few words. He was the best fighting man and the bravest man I ever met," I said. 

He nodded. "That doesn't surprise me. He was never one to let a wrong go unnoticed and he never waited for somebody else to do something about it. If he saw it, or heard about it, he took care of it." 

I was trying to walk a fine line, trying to talk about Jason without getting into details about what he did. I wanted Mr. Seaborn to know, but Jason wouldn't have wanted me to talk about it on his behalf. I wanted to offer his medals but Jason had been specific that they should ask for them.  

"Tell me about my son," the man said again, this time with a firmness in his voice that wasn't to be ignored, a tone that demanded answers to questions unasked. 

I dropped my head like a little boy being chewed out. "He was a Navy Seal, you knew that," I said, looking back up at him. 

"What do Navy Seals do exactly?" he asked. 

"I'm a Marine so I don't know exactly, only that they're the most highly trained and the toughest fighting force in the world." 

He sat quietly, looking at me, his eyes unwavering, as if he were waiting on me to continue. I was about to tell him that his son was a sniper but just then Mrs. Seaborn came in from the kitchen to join us. I was glad for her presence. She turned the conversation to Jason's boyhood again and that was much easier for all of us to talk about. 

It got late and the conversation waned and I excused myself to go up to bed.  

"Let me know if there's anything you need," Mrs. Seaborn said. 

I undressed and hung up my uniform, trying to imagine Jason there with me; like two high school boys. Something compelled me to dig out his jockstrap. I stood naked in front of his workout mirror and pulled it on. For that brief moment, I was Jason, stuffing my manhood inside his worn jockstrap. I was Jason stretching out on the workout bench to do some bench presses. I quickly came back to the reality that I wasn't Jason when I couldn't push the barbell up off the rack. I didn't bother the plates on the bar. I left them the way he left them. I was awash with emotion as I got in his bed. I tucked his football against me and cried. 

The next day I drove downtown, parked and walked around, trying to absorb what Jason felt when he was a teenager. I went in and out of a couple of stores; a clothing store and a sporting goods store and it was easy to see him there. I drove up to the school and walked out on the football field. 

"Can I help you, mister?" 

I turned to see a burly youth walking toward me.  

"I was just looking around," I said. 

"Did you go to school here?......play football?" he asked. 

"I played football, but not here," I said. 

He snapped his fingers. "You're the escort for Jason Seaborn," he said. 

"Yes. I just wanted to see where he played." 

"Would you like to see the locker room?" 

"Yes, I would." 

We walked across the field to the school, the boy chattering about Jason's athletic prowess. 

"He was ahead of me in school," he said. "Everybody looked up to him. Especially the freshmen and sophomores. He was a great athlete."  He chuckled softly. "The guy was a stud. Everybody wanted to be like him." 

He led the way into the locker room and showed me Jason's locker. It still had his name on the door.  

"Another guy, Patterson, was using the locker but he never took Seaborn's name off the door; he put his name below Seaaborn's name and he left his helmet and jersey right where Jason left it," he said as he opened the door. "When we heard he was killed, Patterson moved his stuff out and ripped his name off the door. It's Seaborn's locker now and that's the way it'll stay." 

I was overwhelmed by the boy's almost hero-worship of Jason. Jason would have been impressed, too, if a little embarrassed. The way the boy went on talking about him, it was obvious that Jason had attained legendary stud status in his old school. I thanked the youth for his time and the tour. 

"I'll see you at the wake," he said. 

The honor guard arrived at the funeral home for the wake; a seven-man contingent of Marines in full dress from Terre Haute. I supposed that was okay with Jason, that they were Marines instead of navy. I took my place at the end of the casket, standing at attention, back out of the way from his parents. One of other Marines positioned himself at attention at the other end. The rest stationed themselves around the room, standing at parade rest. I had a hard time not looking at Jason lying n the casket. He looked so damned handsome in his uniform and I was so damned proud of him. 

It pissed me off how many people ignored us in uniform. I spoke or acknowledged people only if they spoke to me first. I wondered where his brother was. Maybe he wouldn't show. I was appalled and really pissed when he showed up wearing a black arm-band. He was with four other guys, all wearing arm-bands, with two girls who had black ribbons in their hair. I motioned for one of the Marines to take my place at the casket and I went to meet the "protestors" before they could move into the room. I motioned his brother into the small ante-room next to the office. 

"Give me the armband," I said. 

"We're all wearing them." 

"Those other cowards can do whatever they want. You're his brother." 

"Who the hell do you think you are to order me around?  I have the right to express my feelings in any way I wish." 

"Not here," I snapped in calm anger. "You know, Jason told me he was proud of you and he understood why you couldn't be proud of him. Well, I don't understand and I'm not even going to try. This isn't about you or your asshole cowardly friends. This is a military service to honor the bravest man I ever knew. Now give me the arm band, or I'll take it off of you." 

"You wouldn't dare," he said, laughing nervously. 

"Watch me," I said in a low, even tone. "It won't be pleasant," I added. 

He hesitated then took off the armband.  

"Wise choice," I said as I stuffed it in my pocket. "You can have it back after the wake," I said. 

"Fuck you. There're plenty more where that came from." 

"Don't show up wearing one at the funeral tomorrow," I warned. 

"I don't know why my brother put you in charge of the arrangements in the first place," he growled. 

"I think I'm looking at why," I said. "He didn't trust you. And obviously with good reason." 

It was apparent that Jason had impacted a lot of lives in one way or another. It didn't surprise me that a lot of girls were at the wake; a lot of very sad, emotional girls crying on each other's shoulders or with their heads buried in their boyfriends chests. In my perverted grief, I wondered which or how many of them had lain under his muscular athlete's body and known the awesome pleasure of his huge cock inside them. There were a lot of his high school buddies there, too, even more studly with tears running unashamedly down their faces. What did surprise me were the younger kids, some barely in their teens, who I'm sure Jason never knew. You were a hero, I thought; more than you know. 

I took my place at the head of the casket again. Allen and his friends came through the line like other mourners, not as his brother. I considered it an insult. He paused at the casket with a look of sad contempt. I wanted to smash his face in. Again, after the wake, Allen didn't show up at his parents' house. I didn't ask why, or where he was. It was better that he wasn't there. I was more at east my second night in Jason's room. I felt like I belonged there.  

It was the biggest funeral I ever attended. They held it at the school gymnasium because the funeral home was too small. The procession from the gym to the cemetery was so long that they had people directing traffic and parking in the little country cemetery at the same time other cars were still pulling out of the school parking lot.  

Wisely, Allen didn't show up wearing his arm band. His friends weren't so considerate. The priest gave a good sermon. He obviously knew Jason as a boy and he made it personal. He even made us laugh. At the end he extended the invitation on behalf of the family for everyone to go to the church to eat. He extended a special invitation the military contingent. 

Allen looked angrier than sad standing with his parents at the grave. I was having a tough time keeping my composure. I almost lost it, as much from rage as  from grief or sadness. When the firing squad fired the twenty-one-gun salute, one of the peaceniks actually turned his back to the casket when the salute was fired. I managed to hold my rage in check. It was not the time or place to vent it. I could see the anger on the faces of the other marines. Allen glared when the flag was presented to his mother. She took it warmly and held it to her breast. Her husband put his hand over her hands on the flag. The guy who had turned his back walked away as the flag was being presented.  

I waited for the priest to say his final words then I stepped back and followed the peacenik who was walking across the cemetery. 

"Hey, scum-bag," I called quietly. 

He stopped and turned around with a surprised look.  

"Hold up, asshole," I said. We were far enough away from the grave site that no one could hear me. I half expected the guy to run away. I don't know if it was defiance or fear that kept him from it.  

"That man in that casket won you the right for you to wear that arm-band," I said. "The least you could do is honor that service and show some respect for his parents." 

"I'm only trying to stop more of them from coming home in a casket," he said angrily. 

"That arm band is going to stop the war?" I scoffed. 

"This wasn't the time or the place for it," someone said from behind.  

I glanced around and there were four of the marines. 

"Wherever we can be heard is the time and place for it," the young man said. 

"If this wasn't a cemetery, I would tromp your sorry, cowardly ass in the ground," the other marine said. 
"I'll bet you're good at it. I'll bet you're all good at it," the youth said. 

"I'm damned good at it," one said. "I just wish I could show you how good I am." 

I intervened before things got out of hand. "Guys we need to keep this dignified," I said. "You're making a scene. Go back with your unit." 

Grudgingly, they walked away. 

"I suppose you expect me to thank you for saving my ass," the youth said. 

"No, you don't thank me for a damned thing," I snapped. "You owe your thanks to the guy in the casket. I just want to say, I hope you don't live around here, because if you do.....well, you see, I'll be here for a couple of days.....if you see me, run. Run like hell, otherwise, they're going to be hauling off body parts." 

I think he got my point. He blanched. I walked off, leaving him standing there looking pale as a ghost and went back to the grave. His brother was walking with his parents to the limo. The workers stood back a respectable distance and waited, as if they were waiting for me to leave.  

"We're waiting for you to give the okay, Sergeant," one of them said. 

I nodded for them to go ahead. I stood at attention and saluted as the casket was lowered into the ground. When it sank out of sight into the gaping maw of the grave I dropped my salute and turned. The men of the honor guard was waiting for me as well. 

"We thought we would wait and see if you need us to hang around," one of them said. 

"No, it's taken care of all it can be," I said. "Are you guys going to the funeral dinner." 

"We were waiting to see if you are." 

"Yes. I think his parents would be honored," I said. 

"Then we'll all go." 

"Just keep your cool," I warned. 

"We will, Sarge." 

We didn't mingle at the dinner, but stood aside, being inconspicuous as possible in full dress blues. For the most part the younger people avoided us while the older people came up to us with their gratitude and respect. One exceptions was the young athlete I'd met at the football field. He came right up to me with his hand out. 

"Dammed impressive service," he said.  

"Yes, it was." 

"He would've had to be proud of that." 

"No more than I was proud of him," I said. 

"Too bad his brother is such an asshole," he said. 

"Jason didn't hold that against him." 

"If I ever join the military.....and I expect I will.....he, and guys like you and him will be the reason," he said. 

"Thank you, for both of us, and the Marines would be proud to have you."  I looked him up and down, openly. "And I don't think you would have any trouble handling the Marines." 

I and the other military excused ourselves early from the gathering at the church. Mrs. Seaborn thanked each one of them and hugged and thanked me for bring her boy home. Mr. Seaborn was able only to shake my hand. I was surprised that Allen had the decency to come over to me as I was nearing the door where the honor guard was still waiting. I don't think they trusted me to stay back by myself. 

"Despite our differences, I thank you for seeing my brother home," he said. 

"I did it for him," I said coolly. 

"I see how much you hate me, but some day soon, you'll see that we were right." 

"You know what?  I would rather come back like my buddy back there than to ever see the day you are right," I said. "Just one more thing. The flag that draped his casket; if it were ever to disappear and catch on fire.....as long as it takes, I will hunt you down, along with every one of your asshole friends, I will cut your balls off.....if I can find any.....and I will feed them to you. I hope you hear me, mister, because a Marine does not make idle threats." 

He cocked his head back in surprise then quickly turned and walked away. The honor guard escorted me to my car. 

"You want one of us to stay?" one of them asked. 

"No, I can handle it from here," I said. I headed back to the house to get my bag. I wasn't staying. I didn't want to be there in the house a moment longer than I had to. It was over and it was suddenly too painful and I didn't think I would feel Jason's presence there anymore. 

I left a note, thanking them for their hospitality and for their son. I drove back to the cemetery to say goodbye before I left town. As I was standing at the grave letting my thoughts ramble at will another car drove up. It was Allen. I cringed inside. Shit, couldn't he give it a rest?  But then I saw him carrying something on a hanger. It was Jason's athletic jacket. 

"I expected I would find you here. Mom and Dad want you to have this," he said. 

I took the hanger. It was heavy. I couldn't say anything for a minute.  

"You don't have to say anything," Allen said. 

"No....."  I stopped him before he could walk away. "Thanks. And thank your parents for me." 

He nodded and walked away. Somehow, I hated that there might be a thread of decency in him. 

Another car had driven up and two burly young men got out and came over to the grave. I'd seen them at the funeral but they weren't in suits now. One wore a school athletic jacket. The other one looked like he should've been wearing one. We nodded and spoke; we all felt uneasy. 

"You were his buddy," one of them said. 

"I still am," I said. "I'm guessing you were team mates." 

"Yeah," he said, eyeing the jacket. 

"His brother brought me his jacket," I said, holding it up. 

"He had more awards than I did," the one guy said, laughing. 

"He had more awards than anybody," the other one put in. 

The other one nodded. I could tell he was having a tough time being there. 

"He was a hell of an athlete," the one said. 

"He was a hell of a man," I said. 

"You would know that better than anyone," he said. 

"No, I think you did too. The Navy didn't make him a man; that started back here," I said. 

"I wish we knew more about him, as a Seal. But none of us were much on writing letters. And the times we did see him, he didn't seem to want to talk about it." 

"He was never much on talking about it," I said. "Just know that he was the bravest guy I ever met." 

The other guy seemed to be oblivious to what we were saying. It was awkward for all of us. If we'd been in a bar, I thought, we could've talked more easily over a few beers. That gave me an idea. 

"Listen, in his last wishes, Jason told me to have a beer on him. Do you guys want to join me?" 

"We couldn't get served," one said. 

I swore under my breath as I realized that I couldn't either, and neither could Jason.  It angered me that he was old enough to be laying in the grave but not old enough to walk in and have a beer in his own hometown. 

"I guess I can't get served either back here," I said.  

"They would probably serve you, being in uniform." 

"Yeah, you could get a six pack and we could drink it right here," the other boy said. 

It was a good idea. We drove downtown to a bar they showed me and I went in. All eyes turned on me as I walked up to the bar. I told the bartender what I wanted. 

"We're not a package liquor store, I can't sell you a six pack to walk out with it," he said. 

"I'm not old enough to get served either," I said cockily but I didn't move. I stood my ground, letting him know that I intended to walk out with a six pack. 

"Fuck it," he said as he got an empty carton from under the bar. "You brought Jason Seaborn home, didn't you?" he asked as he filled the carton with six cold beers. 

"Yeah." 

"This is on the house," he said as he set the six pack on the bar.  

"No, he told me to have a drink on him; he left the money, I have to pay for it." 

"Okay, give me a buck. That'll pay for one of them; the rest are on me." 

"Fair enough." 

Me and the two boys.....Bill Denny and Frank Houston.....drove back to the cemetery. We sat at the head of Jason's grave heaped with flowers and popped a beer can. We were quiet at first, most of the way through the first round of beers. Then Bill started talking and Frank joined in. They told one story after another about their escapades with Jason and soon had us all laughing. I told some stories about me and Jason and answered their questions. I even told them he was a sniper when they asked what he did. 

"No shit!  Dam, he always did have balls," Bill said. 

"More balls than anybody I knew," I said. 

"Fuckin' nerves of steel," Frank put in. 

"And a stud," Bill added. "I think he fucked every girl in the county who wanted to be fucked." 

"Shit, he fucked one of their mothers," Frank said, laughing. Then his tone changed again. "Did he, uh......take many of them out over there?" 




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 03



I knew he wasn't talking about girls. 

"Yes, but I don't know how many. He would never say," I said. "He was good. Best they had. I could tell you one big target he took out but you wouldn't believe it." 

"We would believe anything about Jason," Bill said. 

"Yeah, tell us." 

"He took out Dhin," I said. Bill didn't know who Dhin was. 

"He was the president of Viet Nam for awhile," Frank told him. 

"He took out the fuckin' president of Viet Nam!?" he blurted in disbelief. Then he broke out laughing. "That is the damndest thing I ever heard. Who would have thought......fuck, I can hear it now, at graduation......And the most likely to take out the president of Viet Nam is.......Jason Seaborn." 

"Is this being disrespectful or what?" Frank asked as we were popping the second and final round. 

"Hey, we're not pissing on his grave," Bill said. 

"Is it being disrespectful?" Frank asked me, in a more serious tone. 

"No," I said. "He would be sitting right here with us if he could." 

"Yeah, he's smiling and shaking his head and saying, what a bunch of dumb fucks," Bill said. His voice choked and I saw his eyes tear up. 

"I'll bet he tore through the woman in Vietnam," Frank said. 

"Yeah, he was the horniest fucker I ever saw," Bill put in. 

"He did his share of damage," I said. "He was the only guy I knew who never had to pay a prostitute." 

"They gave it away, huh?" Bill said, laughing. 

"To him," I said. 

"He should've been charging them," he said. "Dam, he was hung."  He looked at Frank. "Remember how he was hung?" 

"Who could forget that?  Hell, we didn't know if we were in a locker room or a horse stable," Frank said. 

"God, I'll bet he tore up some pussy with that thing."  

The conversation with the two big hunks was turning me on and I was surprised and impressed that they were talking so intimately about Jason. But it was nothing; I didn't believe there'd ever been anything between them. I had the fleeting thought of trying to get something going with them. But if they didn't go for it.....well, them knowing that Jason's best buddy was gay....it would've somehow degraded Jason's memory. 

It felt good to be with the two athletes who knew Jason as well as I did but from a different time and in a different way. But it was time to go and we stood up and gathered up the beer cans. The boys took them and crushed them into little pieces then we stood together in silence. The sun was going down and it seemed a perfect time to say goodbye. 

Suddenly, Bill let it go. He put his face in one hand and sobbed. His broad shoulders shook with his grief. His team mate put his arm across his shoulder and pulled him in tight as tears rolled down his face. 

I stood at the grave for a few more minutes. I thought the boys needed to be with him now more than I did. Finally, I came to attention and saluted. The boys put out their hands in turn and we shook hands. 

"Take care. We're behind you all the way," Frank said. 

"Thanks," I said and I walked away. I knew it wasn't good-bye. I didn't know if it ever would be. The two boys were still standing at the grave when I drove out of the cemetery. 

I headed to Indianapolis to catch a plane. No, I didn't go visit my family. It was an eight-hour drive and I didn't want to go. There was just no reason to. I felt guilty but I didn't want to see them. I didn't know how I would explain it to Mom and Dad but God help me, I wanted to get back to Viet Nam where I belonged; where I could be with Jason's memory. 

When I arrived back in country, the first thing I did was go to Toby's. As usual, he had my beer on the counter before I got to the bar.  

"How'd it go?" he asked. 

"Very impressive, but I never want to do that again." 

"How'd his parents take it?" 

"It's hard to say. I think they were numb the whole time. His brother, on the other hand......" 

"I didn't know he had a brother," Toby said. 

"I didn't either till just before Jason left to go home," I said. "The guy was a first-class prick and a certified asshole all rolled into one. He and some of his friends wore black armbands to the wake." 

"No shit!" 

"Well, the brother didn't. I asked him not to and he gave his armband to me." 

Toby laughed. "Yeah, I'll bet it was real easy to convince him," he said. 

I sipped my beer and Toby watched me. "Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Don't even go there," I said. 

"Okay." 

"I can't handle it yet," I said. "I don't know if I ever will."  I quickly washed down the choked sob in my throat. In my mind I had gone where I'd told Toby not to go. 

"Listen, I don't want to intrude on your thoughts or your life, but.....well, if you ever want to be with someone who knew him, to talk or......anything......I'm here." 

His meaning soaked in and I nodded with a forced smile. "Thanks." 

I gradually got back into the swing of things. In the natural scheme of things the body makes its demands, for nourishment, sleep, even sexual urges....and in time they take priority over emotions. My sexual urges made themselves known and the need began to build up. I went to Toby's a few times but never made any contact. I didn't really go there for that reason but I figured if it happened......    Then there was always Toby's standing offer. 

Back in the barracks I began to take note of a couple of the guys I'd been living with for all those months. One especially.....Tom McCord, who had a drop-dead sexy butt that he didn't mind showing off. His entire body was something to show off. He never wore a towel in the latrine. The other guy, Randy Jones, it was his cock that drew my attention. He was legendary hung; thick, veiny, long with a generous collar. I often wondered if he was as big as Jason.  

I dreamed up one scenario after another. The one that I dwelled on was of me eating Tom's tight, round ass while the Randy fucked me. I didn't make a move on either of them, though. I knew I was in great and dire need for sexual satisfaction when I awoke from a dream about Jason and realized I'd had a wet dream!  I was covered with come. Shit, I hadn't done that since I was a kid. I woke up just as it was coming to an end, the stuff was till warm and lying in the thick globes and ropes. There was nothing handy to clean it off. I quickly smeared it all over my abs so it wouldn't run down, then headed for the shower. 

A few minutes later, Tom came into the latrine. It was early for anyone to be up. I had a reason, I wondered what his was. He took a piss then stepped into the shower and on one three down from me. 

"What're you doing up so early?" I asked. 

"I couldn't sleep." 

Great, if he was awake, I wondered how much he'd seen of my little fiasco. 

"That must have been one hell of a dream," he said with a sly grin. 

I flushed with embarrassment and tilted my face up into the shower to wash it away. 

"I haven't done that since I was a kid," I said. 

"It was a fuckin' whitewash," Tom said. 

"I wonder who else saw." 

"Anybody who was awake. It was pretty hard not to notice," he said. "That means only one thing, you know." 

"What's that?" 

"You're damned hard up." 

"I guess so," I agreed. 

"I've noticed you don't go out much since your buddy got it. It's been a tough time. Do you want to go have beer sometime?" 

"Sure," I said. "Do you know Toby's?" 

"Yeah. I know the place but I usually hang out at the Dragonfly. The girls are prettier there......If that matters to you," he added. 

I looked at him and he was looking right at me and in that moment I think we had a private understanding. I had only to decide whether to be leery and act ignorant or trust him and jump on it. I chose the latter. 

"Maybe it doesn't," I said. 

"I've heard too much about Toby's," he said, his eyes unwavering. 

"Me too, but I've never seen anything out of line there," I said. 

"I hear they watch the place. There's just as much going on at the Dragonfly," he said. 

"I expect so if the girls are prettier." 

"I thought that didn't matter to you," he said. 

"Sometimes it does." 

I was a little uneasy yet heady with the way the conversation was going and for the first time I was thinking about sex with another guy without feeling guilty about it. 

"I've noticed you noticing my butt," Tom said. 

I was taken aback but tried not to show it. "You've got a mighty fine butt," I said casually. 

"Interested?" he asked. 

"Are you offering it?" 
"It's all yours." 

I couldn't believe it!  "Where do you go?" I asked. 

"To a little place that passes as a hotel, out on the edge of town. It's almost in the country. Six rooms. A lot of guys go there." 

"And nobody watches the place with guys going in and out?" 

"A lot of them bring girls. Those that don't, there are two daughters that serve as a good front." 

We picked up a pass and headed out together. There was a sense of relief in not going to Toby's for a change. A sense of freedom, like I was breaking away from the pain that haunted me day and night. Somehow I knew Jason wouldn't mind that I was doing this. It would be what Jason expected me to do. It was what he would do. I thought about Steve...we'd both had him. We took a cab but Tom told the cabbie to pull over while we were well in town and we walked the rest of the way. 

The place was small and rickety. I wondered how they had six rooms. I found out. Tom paid a woman some money and she gave him a six pack of beer. He led the way upstairs to a room no bigger than my space in the barracks. We walked right in, without benefit of a key. 

"No keys?" I asked. 

"Naw, they don't mess with locks." 

"That means anybody could walk in?" I asked. 

"If that bothers you, you have to put a chair against the door, but most people don't care one way or the other," he said. 

There was a cot against the wall and a chair and table with a bucket of water and a metal wash basin and some towels. 

"It's not much," he said as he pulled his shirt off. "That's the reason they don't watch the place. 

"I don't think I'm going to mind," I said, eyeing his muscular upper body. 

Tom was naked first. He laid out across the cot on his stomach, his legs cocked apart with his butt turned up so inviting it made my mouth water. In that moment I became Jason.....I was going to do the fucking..... and the guy on the bed was me. Except that I crawled between the guy's legs and buried my face in his butt. Jason would've never done that. 

Chapter IX                                            

I finished my tour in country and extended for six more months. Don't ask me why. It was just something I had to do. The job wasn't done and maybe I thought I could make a difference in six more months.  Maybe I wanted to honor my buddy by serving part of his re-enlistment that he never got to. I didn't go home as I could have. I went to Hawaii instead. It was nice and I met some really hot, horny guys, but I missed Jason so much it hurt.  

Jason's death took something out of me. The hate. I didn't hate the VC like I did before. They were still the enemy and I remained diligent in my job of getting information out of them but the intense hate was gone. Maybe it was because the VC hadn't killed him. 

One day I found the roll of film I'd used up taking pictures of Jason. I stood at my locker holding the film cartridge tightly in my hand. I didn't know how it got buried in my shit or how I could have possibly forgot to get it developed. The next problem was where to get the film developed. I took them to a civilian photo shop and told the man that I was having them developed for a buddy of mine. I also told him the nature of the pictures and said we'd taken them so he could send them to his girlfriend. The man gave me a leering smile and nodded and said he understood.  

When I went back to pick them up, the man smiled even wider.  

"He very big," he said. 

"Yeah, wouldn't you hate to be his girlfriend," I said. 

I stopped at a little park on the way back and found a secluded bench.  I was nervous opening the packet of pictures. My breath went out of me and a sudden dull pain  manifested itself in my chest. I gazed at the picture on top, of Jason, shirtless, in his combat fatigues and boots and web belt. My Godd, he was beautiful. In the next one he was his briefs. How well I remembered that bulge; his manhood so heavy that it pulled the briefs down in front. The next one, he was naked. In all his glory naked. Big, muscular, so damned good looking, and......my eyes fell last at his man-hood......HUNG. His cock was a work of art in itself. I lingered over each picture till I'd sucked the very essence of him into my being. I think I was trying to bring him to life inside my own soul. 

The next picture, he had a hardon. I had to laugh at the way he posed to show off his huge cock. I remembered that I'd said I needed a wide-angle lens. He joked back that the pictures would be something to show my grandchildren. He was stroking his cock in the next one. The pictures I'd taken from the back made me want to cry, he was so gorgeous. Such a magnificent butt! My mouth watered as I remembered the hours of pleasure I had derived with my face buried between those beautifully rounded, taut muscles and my tongue boring deep into his tight hole. His last pose was sitting on the chair with legs spread apart and his heavy balls hanging low. He had his thumb pressed against the base of his cock to make it stand up straight and tall. Dam, he was HUGE! 

I went through the stack of photos several times before I put them away. I had to sit for a few minutes while my hardon went down. Jason would have laughed at that. Now I didn't know where I was going to keep the photos. I could use the same story I'd used with the photographer if somebody happened to find them but I didn't want to cast suspicion on myself and I wasn't sure the Colonel would buy that we'd taken them to send to Jason's girlfriend. I devised a way of hiding them. I put them in a sealed envelope and that envelope in another sealed envelope and wrote on it, "In case of my death, see that these pictures are sent to the address on the inner envelope. The address was one I'd taken from the Jason's personal stuff. It was a bold and risky thing to do but I didn't much care of some ex-girlfriend received a mysterious envelope from a deceased ex-boyfriend. I taped the envelope to the underside of my foot locker tray. About once a month, I tore the envelope off to look at the pictures again. 

Somehow, word got back to the colonel.....he was a bird colonel now.....that I hadn't gone to see my family. He called me in.  

"Is there a problem back home, Sergeant?" he asked. "You never took time to go back to see your family when you extended." 

"No, sir, there's no problem," I said.  

"Well, its damned odd behavior," he said.  

"I got a taste of what they think of us back there when I took my buddy back to bury him. I don't need the crap, sir," I said. 

"Does your family feel that way?" 

"I don't really know for certain, sit, but they never give any indication that they're proud that I'm over here. I have to take it that they don't support our efforts." 

"Well, it's your choice, Sergeant. I just wanted to see if there was something that I could help with." 

"I appreciate your concern, sir."  I said. "You know what, sir?  After seeing the mood back home, I would've buried my buddy over here if there was a place. He would've been more at home here." 

"I expect a lot of them would. It's just too bad we don't have something like the cemetery at Normandy over here." 

I extended for a second six-month tour. Again, I didn't go home to see my family. Toby cautioned me to go home for good after my second extension was up before I ended up like he had. I didn't see how that would be so bad. I'd heard that a lot of guys were taking their discharge and staying in country. My life was pretty much run-of-the-mill Marine issue.....do the job, eat, drink, sleep and have sex. Not necessarily always in that order. I couldn't get past Jason's death. I missed him every minute of every day and night. The nights were the worst because there was time to remember. More than once buried my face in the pillow and quietly cried myself to sleep. I missed him so much it hurt. 

One night I met up with Jack Burnside at Toby's; he was the soldier who came up to me in the church when Jason died. He recognized me right away and came up to the bar. 

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked, putting out his hand. 

"Still hanging in there," I said. He had big hands, and the way those long, thick, strong fingers wrapped around mine sent a chill through me for some reason. He asked if he could join me and took the stool beside me without waiting for answer. I bought his beer. 

"I thought you steered clear of Toby's," I said. 

He shrugged. "I decided to take a chance. I've heard some interesting things about the place." 

I thought it was an odd thing to say. Maybe he was trying to tell me something. I didn't pursue it but I left my options open and let my guard down. He asked how I was doing......really, like he was concerned how I was doing. 

"I'm doing okay," I told him. 

"I remember you were taking it pretty rough," he said. 

"It's still rough," I said. 

"I know how that is. Just don't work to hard trying to get over it. Let it work itself out," he said. "Its hard teaming up with anybody else, isn't it, when you loose somebody that close?" 

"Yeah."  

"I never did.....still haven't," he said. "Its like I'm lost out here somewhere." 

"Sometimes I feel like a zombie," I said. 

"Yeah, I know what you mean....like you're not really alive, just going through the motions. Makes it easier when you can talk to somebody who's gone through the same thing." 

I nodded. He was sounding philosophical, which surprised me. 

"Hey, I've got a place if you wanta come with me," he said. 

Another surprise. I couldn't gauge what was behind his invite but I was curious enough to want to find out. 

"Sure," I said, and downed the rest of my beer to indicate that I was ready to go. 

He hailed a cab and gave the driver an address. 

"Where is this place?" I asked. 

"I'll show you." 

We drove through the GI district of Saigon. When the cabbie pulled into a dark alley and stopped I began to get the jitters. It was a better part of town but it was still a dark alley. Jack paid him and we got out. The cab sped away like he was running away from something. He let us through a tall wooden gate in a small but beautiful garden. It was almost surreal, so peaceful and serene.  

"Right up these stairs," Jack said, leading the way along a path between well manicured bushes. Up the stairs he unlocked the door and held it open for me to go in first.  

"Welcome to my little corner of Saigon," he said as he closed the door and locked it. 

"Your little corner?  This is not a hotel, is it?" 

"No. It's a place I keep to get away from the insanity out there," he said. 

There was absolutely no trace of the war. It was a large room with comfortable, not-cheap furniture, with wall hangings and sconces with candles. There was a state-of-the-art stereo system, and built-on shelves holding a small library of books. In one corner was a kitchenette and beyond that I could see a bathroom. Jack opened the French doors that opened up onto a balcony overlooking the garden. 

"This is damned civilized," I said. All the while I was wondering how he managed to have such a place....how he afforded it. But maybe he came from money. 

"It's a place to come," he said.  

"This is all yours?" I asked. 

"Well, it's rented," he said. "Everything in it is mine." 

"It looks like you're planning on staying awhile," I said. 




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 03



"That's a distinct possibility," he said. "My time's up in about three months and so far I haven't found any good reason to back to the world. I didn't like what I saw when I buried my buddy."  He handed me a drink. 

"I know. I didn't either."  I told him about my experience with Jason's funeral. 

"I can top that," he said. "My buddy's mother is an anti-war activist and she wouldn't allow a military funeral. No honor guard, not even in his uniform. He was buried in a suit. Not even a flag. I wasn't even allowed to wear my uniform. She wouldn't let the minister make any mention of his military service. She erased the whole time he was over here; that entire part of his life. His dad and older brother fought her on it but since she had custody when he was growing up the judge gave her say-so. I was so damned pissed.....and hurt. I was hurt for his dad and brother. Both of them were in the marines. I went out to the cemetery with them before I left, in uniform, along with some high school buddies.....guys we played football with.....and my rifle. We planted flags on his grave and I gave him a twenty-one-gun salute. One of the guys brought his trumpet and played taps. We gave him a proper burial. I doubt the flags stayed on his grave very long but the guys said they would see that he always had a flag even if they had to take one out there every day." 

"Geezusss, what a bitch." 

"I didn't even tell her goodbye when I left. Hell, I practically grew up in that house, but I didn't know who the fuck that woman was. He would have been so ashamed of her."  He paused, or stopped, and quickly chugged the rest of his beer. "God, I miss him," he whispered, swiping his eyes with the back of his hand. 

I was tearing up too. Then out of the blue he threw me a curve that hit me right between the eyes. 

"Do you want to go to bed?" 

I was taken aback, not completely sure how he was asking the question. He saw my surprised look. 

"I'm taking a big risk here but I think we're in the same boat," he said. "If not, I'm just offering you a place to sack out for the night. If so....well....."  He stood up and pulled his shirt out of his jeans. "I'm going to bed. If you want to join me.....I won't kick you out of bed." 

I set my beer down and followed his tight bubble-butt over to the bed.  

"Wow. I never had a come-on like that before," I said. "What made you think we're in the same boat?" 

"In the church......I could tell you lost more than a Marine buddy. Loosing a buddy tears your guts out, but man, your heart was breaking." 

He stripped off his clothes and stood and watched me undress.  

"You top or bottom?" he asked boldly. 

"Either....both," I replied. 

"Good, so am I. This oughta be real interesting." 

My second extension was coming to an end and Toby said we should celebrate before I left. I thought he meant buying me drinks for the night, or maybe going out on the town.  

"Be here at closing time," he said.  

I showed up, ready to celebrate. But when he was done cleaning up he didn't make any move to leave the bar.  

"Let's go upstairs," he said. 

Shit! I knew Toby lived up over the bar but I'd never been up there. My heart suddenly started thumping.  If this is what he meant by celebrating......Dam, Toby was such a stud! 

"I need to shower first," he said. 

I'd already showered and he didn't invite me to join him so I waited in the tiny living room, on the couch. The bed was in a small alcove and the rest of the living room was taken up by a set of weights and a workout bench. He came out a short time later with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked sexy as hell. He was HOT. 

"I didn't ask if you wanted to shower," he said. 

"No. Well, yeah, but you didn't ask me," I joked. 

"Fucked up there," he said. "But I'll make up for it."  He stepped over my legs to get to the bed and the towel came off. It dropped and swirled to the floor when he was standing right in front of me. I don't know, maybe he made it happen, but there he was in all his naked, studly, muscular glory.  

"Are you going to get naked, or am I supposed to get dressed?" he asked. 

"Don't bother getting dressed," I said. I stood up and started taking my clothes off. Toby went over and sat back on the bed, his shoulders against the headboard and his legs spread out with his balls hanging down to the mattress. He was hung like he was built. Bulky solid. Heavy-looking. Thick. Dam, he made me hungry.  

When I was naked I stood hesitantly for a moment. 

"Lucky bastard," Toby said. 

"Huh?" 

"Jason. He had that at his beck and call," he said, nodding to my nakedness. 

"Pretty much any time he wanted it," I admitted. But I was surprised and confused at Toby's remark. "I was the lucky one, though." 

"Dam right. He was a stud." 

"More than you know," I said. "Or maybe not......" 

Toby shook his head. "It never happened," he said.  

"It probably could have. He thought you were pretty hot," I said. 

"I would never come into that tight circle you guys had," he said. "There wasn't room." 

He was pulling on his cock. He patted the bed and I had to step over him to get to the other side. By the time I laid down, I swear, his cock was hard. Standing up between his legs like a club. He wasn't as big as Jason.....hell, nobody was as big as Jason.....but he was thick. I mean beer-can thick. His cock looked like a tall beer can with a head so big that it looked blunt. A network of thick, bluish veins added to the look of virility. Shit, his cock was muscular!  I reached over for it. I couldn't get my hand around it any more than I could get my hand around a beer can. 

"Dam, I don't know if I can even get my mouth around that," I said. 

"Is that the way you want it?" he asked.  

"For starters, yeah." 

"Okay, but I'm open to anything," he said. 

I bent over. His cock stretched my mouth something terrible. I could barely take him. The head was like trying to stuff a baseball in my mouth. I did what I could, lapping my tongue all around, swiping up the ball juice that ran copiously out of the wide opening. I mean wide. I was able to drive my tongue into the opening and dip the stuff out. Dam, he tasted good. I like ball juice better than come; the juicy stuff before the thick globs got mixed in, and he had plenty of it.  

I sucked him and drooled and played with his balls. I slipped my fingers into the beginning of his crack, using my drool to work my way into the crevice. He didn't stop me but he didn't spread or offer me any encouragement either. After a few minutes I raised up. 

"I'm doing the best I can," I said. 

"You're doing great." 

"I could take it better the other way." 

"Are you sure?  Well, maybe so, after Jason." 

"He was huge," I said. "About twice as long, but he wasn't this thick. I never saw a cock this thick before." 

"You still wanta try it on for size?" he asked. 

"Yeah. Hell, I can't walk away from a challenge." 

"How do you want it?  On your back or on your stomach?" 

"How do you want it?" I asked. 

"On your stomach, but it goes in deeper that way. But what the hell, deep shouldn't be any problem for you, after Jason."  He twisted around to get some lube out of the drawer of the nightstand and I stretched out on my stomach. He had a condom too that he held up like he was asking if he should use it. 

"It's your call," I said. 

"Good."  He tossed the condom aside. "I hate ‘em. They're all too tight." 

"No wonder," I said, as I reached out and worked the lube all over his cock. He gave me some more on my fingertips and I put it in my hole. He positioned himself between my legs and I lifted them onto his shoulders. 

"Fuck!  You've got an awesome ass," he said as he squeezed my butt muscles. "I've wanted this ass since the first time you talked into my bar." 

"Why didn't you say so?" 

He laughed. "It was pretty much occupied," he said. He set the head of his cock against my hole and pushed a little. "Are you sure you wanta do this?  It's gonna be awfully tight." 

"You've been in tight places before," I said. He started to say something else but I cut him off. "Hey, you're talking to a Marine, I'll handle it," I said. 

It was a lot of bravado on my part. I was always apprehensive just before getting my ass plugged but this time I was approaching scared. Toby was going to pry my ass wide open. I closed my eyes and sucked in a quick breath of air as he pushed harder. I was ready. I wanted it. I opened my eyes and let them rake over his incredibly-muscled body; that would heighten my desire even more. I reached up and squeezed his pecs then his tits. 

"Ohhhhhh," he gasped. "Fuck.....yeah.....squeeze ‘em.....pull ‘em......Ohhh, yeah, man, here.....goes.....!"  With that he entered me. 

"Oh, Geezusss!!" I exclaimed. I froze. "Fuck!"  It felt like he had truly shoved a beer can through my asshole.  

"You said you could handle it......are you sure?" he asked. 

I cringed under the excruciating pain. "Goddam!" I gasped. 

"I can take it out," he said. 

"You fuckin' take it out, you're gonna have a real fight on your hands," I said. 

He pushed harder and I winced and started gasping like I was in labor. I was sucking in air like a steam engine. I should've been getting used to it but he deeper he went the thicker his cock felt. I hadn't noticed that he was thick at the bottom but he was sure prying me open. 

"You okay?" he asked. 

"Oh, Fuck......don't even ask!" I gasped through nervous laughter. "Just give it to me.....all the way.....shove it in me and let's get it over with." 

He obliged. He didn't slam me but he gave one hard, serious shove and his cock was embedded in my guts like meat in a sausage casing.  

"My Goddd!" 

"I'm not pulling out now," he said. 
I tried squeezing my asshole around his cock but he was so big I couldn't feel it doing anything.  

"You tell me when you're ready," he said. 

"Ready for what?" 

"Ready to be fucked." 

"What the fuck are you doing now?" I blurted. 

"Waiting for you to get used to it," he said. 

The banter helped. I squeezed harder and was greatly relieved when it started not hurting so bad when I did that. I could finally feel my tight sphincter muscles contracting around his cock. I had feeling again, and it was feeling good. His girth was stretching me all the way in so that it didn't matter that he wasn't as long as Jason. Without asking or waiting for me to say so, he started fucking me. 

"Ohhh, go easy......easy, man....it feels like you're pulling my ass inside out." 

He fucked me easy but with great determination, not to be put off by my whimpering. His cock was like an electric prod emitting tiny shock waves all the way in and out. He had me trembling. He was good. He was incredible. Godd, he was making me feel things that even Jason hadn't made me feel. 

"Geezusss," I gasped softly. 

"You okay?" 

"Awwhh, yeah......Fuck, I'm okay.....fuck me, man.....Godd, your cock feels incredible. Fuck me. Just leave me an asshole." 

Toby was good; talented, and long winded. He had the moves and staying power that are rare among men. I didn't know what the big O was all about, but Toby had me on the verge of something with every throb and move of his cock. I hadn't felt anything like this since Jason. 

"You getting close?" he asked. "You look like you're about to come." 

"I've been close for a long time. I've been close with every stroke of your cock. I don't know what's holding me off." 

"I can take you over the top if you want," he said.  

"Take me anywhere you wanta take me," I said breathlessly. 

He started driving his cock into me at odd angles, twisting his hips, lobbing his cock around inside me. He pulled back till just the head of his cock was lodged in my ass and the thick, gristle rim pulled on my ass muscle. It felt wonderful.  He used cork-screw motions that drove me crazy. The blunt head of his cock hit and rubbed against my prostate which made me want to scream. He was fucking me with a steady, determined pace, working me up, pushing me toward insanity when suddenly he slammed into me like a pile driver with a loud gushing groan. 

"Aw, Shit!......Fuck, man, I hope you]re close......cause I'm gonna come..... I can't hold it back......I'm gonna come......!"  His entire body bulged and flexed like a mountain of muscle and shook and seconds later he was pumping heavy loads of come inside me. Fuck, the stuff was hot! 

I wasn't quite there. I willed my climax but it just wouldn't happen. Sensing my frustration, Toby fucked me like a madman to try to get me to go off. 

"It's okay, man, I don't have t come," I gasped. 

He pounded my butt a dozen more times then slowed down. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I had you close.....but all of a sudden my trigger tripped.....your ass is so hot and tight and alive, I couldn't hold off." 

"Its okay, don't worry about it," I told him. 

"Don't you worry, I'll make it up to you. I'll get you off," he declared. 

He hovered over me till his powerful arms were shaking then shoved himself up. He reared back on his haunches and I started to lift my legs off his shoulders but he grabbed me by the calves and held me there. He watched intently as he extracted his cock from my ass. 

"Dam, you are wide open," he said. 

"I don't doubt it, with that beer can cock of yours." 

He pushed my legs toward me, tilting me in half with my asshole aimed right straight up. 

"That is hot, looking right down in your asshole," he said. "Fuck, I can see your inner muscles moving. Squeeze your asshole." 

I squeezed but didn't feel anything happen. Toby laughed. 

"It ain't closing up," he said. 

"Are you sure you didn't fuck me a new asshole: a larger size?" 

I saw him flick his tongue out to wet his lips. He wouldn't....Not Toby.....hell, he was practically straight. Most guys at the bar thought he was straight. 

"I said I would get you off......"  His words trailed off and he wet his lips and I shivered at what he was going to do. Suddenly he buried his face in my ass and drove his tongue into my gaping hole. Deep. Deeper than anybody had ever tongued me. It felt like a small cock darting around inside me. I groaned but I choked on it and it didn't come out. I pressed my head back into the pillow and clawed the sheets. I felt my asshole relax and opened even wider to welcome his tongue. I felt his hot spit drooling into my ass and he washed it all around the delicate inner muscles.  

"Oh, Geezusss, Toby!" I moaned. "Ohh, yeah...tongue it...eat it, you big stud .....oohhnnnn.....awww, you're getting me there...so close...so fuckin' close.....don't stop, man......don't stop Toby!.....I'm comin'.......!" 

I came so hard the bed shook. I shot off so hard my head ached from the blood pounding in my temples. I sprayed myself....come all over my face and neck and shoulders and my chest and in my mouth and nose and pools of come in my eyes. My Godd, where was it all coming from!  Toby kept tonguing me. He had me so far over the top that I couldn't take any more.  

"Aww, please....."  I grabbed his head in both my hands. "Fuck, man, you gotta stop!  I can't take any more......fuck, man......let up on it.....!" 

He raised up, reluctantly, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He laughed when he saw the come all over me.  

"Let me down.....let my legs down.....I gotta get my breath," I gasped. 

He pulled my legs down and laid them on either side of his hips. My ass was still wide open and I felt his come drooling out. I tried to tighten the muscle but I only squeezed air. 

"That was wild," Toby said. 

"That's an understatement," I gasped. 

I was groping for the sheet to wipe the come out of my one eye. 

"You made a real mess," he said. "I never seen anybody come like that." 

I got myself cleaned off and let my arms fall at my sides. Toby moved from between my legs and lay beside me. 

"That was fuckin' wild," he said again. "Did Jason ever do anything like that for you?" 

"No. With him it was pretty much a one way street." 
"I would've thought so," he said.  

"I thought it would be with you, too," I said. 

"Going one way all the time is boring. How come you thought that?" 

"You're so damned straight-acting......nobody in the bar would believe this." 

"I'm straight-acting?"  he scoffed. "You're straight as a ramrod. And Jason.... nobody would believe he would go for anything like this." 

"Jason really was straight," I said. "He just liked having sex with other guys." 

"With one guy, mostly," Toby said. 

"I liked to hope so......but I was never sure," I said. "You know something I always wondered about?" 

"What?" 

"I wondered if he ever made it with any of those Vietnamese boys he met up with on the way." 

"Geezuss, he would fuck those little guys a new asshole."  He rubbed his hand across my stomach. "The celebration isn't over. The fireworks have just started," he said. 

I couldn't believe that night. We did everything together. What I did for him, he did for me and I reciprocated. Godd, he was insatiable, and as virile as Jason. His cock stayed a club the whole night. Towards morning he was whining that it'd stayed hard so long that it was aching. My cock wasn't sore but my ass was numb from the repeated pounding he gave me. Neither of us wanted to stop but we ran out of night and were running short on morning.  

"We'd better knock it off and give your asshole a chance to close up," he said. 

"I need to see if I can walk," I said. 

We lay together and talked and caressed each other and Toby checked my asshole every now and then with his fingers. Toward the end, he used his thumb and smiled. 

"Aw, I can feel it squeezing my thumb......you're closing up," he said. 

I fondled his cock till it was hard again. I gaped at it in disbelief. "Goddam, I don't believe I took that thing." 

"Look what you've done. What're you going to do now?" 

"Anything left in your tank?" I asked, fondling his balls. 

"There's always more where that came from," he said. 

"I want it."  With that, I hovered over him and went down on his cock. 

Toby gave himself up to me one last time. It was almost nostalgic. His muscular cock fairly bolted thick streams of come into my mouth. I savored it for a moment then swallowed it. 

"Are we going to go have breakfast like civilized men, or are we going to keep acting like a couple of wild animals," Toby joked. 

"It's gotta end sometime," I said. 

Over breakfast Toby talked about Jason. He drew it all out of me and I felt better for it.  

"Is this a therapy session?" I asked. 

"I don't know, is it making you feel better?" he asked. 

"Yes." 

"I'm the only one you can talk to about it who understands," he said. 

"It's the first time I've let it out.....all of it," I said. 

"Are you sure you want to go back and get out?" 

"I'm not sure about anything, but I think it's time," I said. 

"Why don't you stay?" he said. 

"Like you stayed?" 

"Yeah, you can make a life here." 

"Not if we don't win this thing," I said. "And I'm not all that sure they're going to let us. Naw, I need to go back and see what's there." 

"You saw what was there." 

"I saw some decency among a few people," I said. "If I don't find what I'm looking for, maybe I will come back." 

"You're not going to find that," Toby said. "He's gone, Brad.....you're not going to find him no matter how hard you look." 

I dropped my eyes and started to choke up. It was a cruel thing to say to me, but maybe it needed to be said. Finally, I looked up again. 

"I'm still going back. But we'll keep in touch, okay?" 

"Right."  

I did consider enlisting in the Navy and becoming a Navy Seal but I didn't. Honestly, even as a marine, there was a tiny part of me that doubted that I had what it took to become Jason. I didn't have his steely eyes and his big, brass balls. 




A Marine Called Jason Pt. 03



I got out, went to see my family for a brief visit then set about getting on with my life. I was drawn to Indianapolis. It was a big city but close to Attica and Jason. Maybe Toby was right, maybe I was still looking for him; and I knew where he would always be, and I took comfort in that. I found a good job as a warehouse manager and began looking to buy a place of my own. My choice of a real estate agent was a fluke. He turned out to be gay. He saw it in me but I didn't see it in him at first. Hell, I was looking for a place to buy, not a sex partner. He revealed himself to me one day when he was showing me a place. 

It was a place in the country between Indianapolis and a small, upscale suburb called Avon. It was well into the country, located in heavily wooded hills back off a winding lane. A small stream cut into the back of the property for several hundred yards. The house was a big, old farm house, on its way to being run down but with a lot of potential. There was a barn, complete with hayloft, and horse stables and some other outbuildings. I envisioned myself becoming a part-time farmer. There was still some furniture left in the house; a big kitchen table and chairs, an old cabinet that I deemed to be an antique, and some chairs and tables and a huge woven rug in the living room. 

"There's not enough land to farm, but you could raise farm animals, and a big garden," Bill was saying as we stood in the barn 

"I guess that's close enough to being a farmer," I said. 

"You could do about anything out want back here," he went on. "Its very much out of the way, secluded to a fault up here on the hill. You could have loud, wild parties and nobody would ever know." 

"I'm not really a party guy," I said. "At least not loud, wild parties." 

"Ah, the more intimate type," he said. 

I laughed. We went back inside for me to take another look through the house. My mind was already pretty much made up but I wanted to go through again and inspect it for any serious faults that I'd missed before. I found nothing new and the ones I saw were fixable. 

"I think I'll take it," I announced in the kitchen. 

"Great. I'll get the paper work started." 

"How long do you think it'll take?" I asked. 

"Well, since there's no one living here, occupancy can be immediate. It's just the time to get the loan approved and the papers shoved through the system. I'm very good at that." 

"When can we start on the paper work?" I asked. 

"Right now, if you want to come back to my office," he said. 

"Fine," I said. 

I took a moment to look around the kitchen again.  

"Makes you want to celebrate, doesn't it?" Bill remarked. 

"Maybe I will when it's mine," I said. 

"I could think of a thousand ways," he said. 

I glanced at him, thinking it was an odd thing to say. He caught my glance and in that split second of eye contact, as most often happens, something clicked. We both hesitated and neither of us made any move to leave and it was awkward for a few seconds till Bill spoke. 

"You're new to Indianapolis. I could show you places to go celebrate," he said. 

It came to me in a flash and the words came out. "How about right here?" I said.  

Bill smiled, still hesitant. 

"I've been admiring the way you're put together," I said. 

"Likewise. And I've got a soft spot for marines," Bill said as he laid his brief-case on the table and moved toward me.  

"Oh, and where would that soft spot be?" I asked smartly. 

We undressed each other and I found his soft spot and he offered it to me. I fucked him bent over the kitchen table. He wasn't Jason....he never could be, especially in that position.....but he was a cute, live, warm, responsive man of muscle and I needed that. I fucked his eyeballs out. He was a wreck by the time I finished. He lay sprawled across the table, limp and gasping. I saw the puddles of come on the floor and come still draining out of his cock. My own come.....two loads of it.....was draining out of his asshole. 

"My Godd!" he said as he struggled to raise up. "I've never been fucked like that in my life!" 

"You've never been fucked by a Marine, then. There's more where that came from," I said cockily. 

"I'll take it! Shit, you're not even breathing hard!" he exclaimed. 

"That's the marine training," I said. 

Bill and I got to be real good friends after that. He showed me around Indianapolis even though he knew, he said, that expanding my horizons would leave him out in the cold. He took me to the two gay men's clubs and bath houses, several gay bars and The Unicorn, a male strip club. I was grateful but as soon as I knew my way around I began to venture out on my own. For brief moments I forgot about Jason, but he was always there, inside me. Every man I met was gauged against him and none of them measured up. And I had my pictures. I had three of them....the more decent ones....enlarged and framed and they hung in my bedroom. 

I made the trip to see my family again when my mom decided to have a reunion over Labor Day weekend. It would be good to see my grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins that I hadn't seen in years. And my brother and his wife and kids. 

I was taken aback when I saw Brian's kids. Melanie was a knockout at fourteen and Hunter was a stud. Melanie was gushing friendly and full of questions about the war and Vietnam, the country and the people. I though that unusual for a fourteen-year-old. It took awhile to get around to Hunter because he was making the rounds, making everybody laugh, and I was getting reacquainted with people. We ended up sitting across from each other at a picnic table to eat. 

"Geezuss, what happened to you?" I said as I looked him up and down. "Last time I saw you, you were about this high." 

"I guess I grew up," he said. 

"And out," I said, clapping my hands around his broad shoulders. "Well, shit, no wonder," I said, nodding to his plate heaped with food. 

I learned that Hunter was eighteen, starting his senior year. 

"What sports?" I asked. 

"Football, baseball, wrestling. I tried out for track and basketball but I'm too heavy and I don't have the speed. I played soccer this summer," he told me. 
"Well, it's good to know that all of that isn't going to waste," I said, indicating his muscular upper body.  

"Oh, I make good use of it," he said, laughing. "Hell, I've got it, I might as well use it."  

"Meaning...uhhh....somehow, I don't think that was referring to sports," I said quietly with a suspicious grin. 

Just then a car drove up and a drop-dead blonde got out, wearing shorts and a top that barely covered and contained her tits.  

"Speaking of which........" Hunter said as he got up from the table. He went to meet her then brought her back to the table and introduced her. "Angie, this is my Uncle Brad. This is Angie," he said. 

I stood up part way and took her hand that she offered me. We chatted for a moment then she headed off to see Hunter's mom.  

"Dam!" I said softly. Hunter laughed. "You were speaking of.......?" I said. 

"Like I said, I try to put everything to good use," he said. 

"She is obviously very comfortable around the family," I observed. "How long have you been going with her?" 

"About a year. And yeah, I try to make her real comfortable," he said with a mischievous grin. 

It was a fun day. I couldn't get my fill of Hunter. He was funny and he was great eye candy. If my brother only knew what was going through my mind. I was jealous as hell of Angie the way he hung on her, his arm around her, his hand slipping down to her butt from time to time and hers on his butt when they thought no one was looking. Evening came and I needed to get on the road. I began the rounds of telling everyone good-bye. My mom and dad walked out to my car with me then Hunter came up. 

"Hey, maybe I'll come for a visit over Thanksgiving break," he said. 

"That'd be great. I've got plenty of room," I said. 

That scenario, of the big hunk staying with me for a couple of days, whetted my appetite and gave me something to look forward to. I got the house in order and fixed up a room for him. It wasn't the room I'd planned on fixing up for the spare bedroom but his coming put a new perspective on things. I'd planned on making the room fartherest down the hall from my room into a guest room, which would give a guest more privacy. I didn't really want to offer Hunter privacy so I fixed up the room right across my mine.  

Come Thanksgiving, my mom wanted everybody home but Hunter had already planned to come to visit me and I told her I couldn't go back on my word. I couldn't pass up such a golden opportunity. 

It was unseasonably warm for Thanksgiving. Warm enough that he drove up with his windows down. I took him through the house and showed him his room then walked him around the place.  

"This is an awesome place to bring women," he said.  

"That's an interesting observation," I said. 

"Come on, don't tell me you don't have women up here. Heck, you probably had to run them off with a broom like a bunch of chickens before I got here." 

"Well, it's not quite that good," I said. 

"I'll have to bring Angie with me next time." 

"Not a good idea," I said. "I'm not ready to face off with mom or your mother and dad on that issue if they found out," I said. 

We wolfed down sandwiches and Hunter helped himself to a cold beer and set one out for me. 

"That's not a habit with you I hope," I said. 

"Naw, I can take it or leave it," he said. 

"Unlike sex," I joked. 

"Unlike sex," he agreed. "You got a girlfriend, Uncle Brad?" he asked. 

"No one steady," I said. "Nobody that I introduce around." 

"Oh....sneak her in and sneak her out," he said, laughing. 

"Well, I haven't been in circulation very long," I said. 

"Crap!  You were a Marine. You never got out of circulation," he said. 

"Okay, civilian circulation. The girls are different back home. And by the way, there is no such thing as a "were" Marine. Once a Marine, always a Marine." 

"I stand humbly corrected," he said. "You got a lot of that Viet Nam pussy, I'll bet." 

"My share, I guess, like anybody else," I lied. 
After lunch we walked back around the barn and headed back through the woods. It was up and down hills till we went up to the highest point overlooking the small creek. 

"Nice," Hunter said. "Is it deep enough to swim in?" 

"No. Wading or just playing around in the water." 

"I'll bet you come here a lot," he said. 

"Yeah, it's a great place to wind down." 

Hunter stepped aside, not turning completely away from me and undid his shorts to take a piss. I didn't make a point of looking but he didn't make a point of concealing anything and I was taken aback at what he hauled out of his shorts. 

"Dam, Hunter!" I exclaimed. 

He laughed. 

"That's huge!" 

"It gets the job done," he said nonchalantly. 

"I'll bet it does." 

Since he was so open about it, I didn't feel awkward about looking. He finished pissing and milked his cock several times and shook it but he didn't put it away. 

"You done looking?" he asked. 

"Yeah. Geezusss, I'll bet you go over big in the locker room." 

"Girls or boys locker room?" he joked. He still didn't put his cock away. 

"I would bet you can't even get your hand around it," I said. 

"This way, I can," he said as he put his hand around it and squeezed his fingers to touch. "I can barely touch my fingers when it's hard, though."  Then he knocked the wind out of me. "It's okay if you wanta touch. Do you wanta see if you can get your hand around it?" 

I didn't know where he was heading, if anywhere, but he asked so casually that I felt okay in touching and it was an invitation I couldn't resist. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the thick hunk of meat. It was already pretty solid and beginning to grow and I barely touched my fingers around it. 

"Dam, Hunter, how big does it get?" 

"Pull on it a few times, you'll find out," he said jokingly. 

I didn't pull very hard but I squeezed and milked it and gave it enough attention that it was responding without making myself appear to be anything beyond curious. As his cock expanded and hardened, extending through my fist and spreading my fingers apart I knew I had to let go before all was lost. He was my nephew; I couldn't let it go past this display of curiosity. I let go and his cock hung out and lolled up and down in a wide arch. We stood watching as it got bigger with each pulsating throb. Hunter watched himself, I gaped at him. 

"How big is gonna get?" I asked again. 

"I don't know for sure. Over nine inches, I know, last time I measured it. I'll take these off so you can see it full length," he said. With that he undid his shorts and let them drop and shoved his shorts down, exposing his manhood fully. It swung upward with a powerful throb and quivered, hard as rock, as if it were glad to be free. "There it is in all its glory, along with a matching pair of balls," he said proudly. 

I thought he shorted himself with the nine inches and the thing was thick as hell. It was youthfully smooth, without the gnarled look of thick veins. Neatly cut, the broad, meaty head stood out proudly at the end, flared back almost menacingly, the hood swelling out with each throb that brought the big cock quivering up at a sharp angle.  

"And Angie can handle all of that?" I asked. 

"If I take it slow and easy. Once I get her stretched to fit, she handles it okay." 

I was practically drooling, wishing he hadn't shoved his shorts down. His hiking shorts and his briefs were down around his ankles now, and he looked too naked. From the side view I took in his high-set, rounded, tight, bubble butt. I ached to touch the smooth, hard muscles. I wanted desperately to get in there with my tongue. Curiosity, I kept telling myself over and over. It couldn't go beyond curiosity. I could stand and look and be curious, but no more. But it turned out that Hunter had other ideas. It turned out that Hunter had a broad range of experience that I hadn't guessed. 

"Wanta see if you can get your hand around it now?" he said with great pride as he put his hands on his hips.  

I nearly choked. Was he just being bold and cocky or was he coming on to me?  Whether it was an invitation or a challenge, I couldn't resist. It was still only curiosity, I told myself. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock as far as it would reach. Even when I squeezed, I couldn't touch my fingers around the hard shaft.  

"Geezusss, Hunter!" I gasped. 

"Yeah, sometimes I don't believe it either," he said as he added his hand below mine around the long shaft. "Look at that, both hands around it and we don't even cover the head." 

"Now you're bragging," I said. 

"Looks like fact to me," he said cockily. 

I was weakening. Literally, my legs were threatening to buckle under me and I would be on my knees; where I longed to be, but I didn't dare. I had already allowed things to go to far. Hunter moved his fist up and down the shaft a couple of times and my own hand followed. Then he removed his hand and I was left holding his cock all by myself. In the next couple of seconds I had to decide whether to let go of his cock or play my hand. In those next couple of seconds, his cock throbbed in my fist, rendering me helpless and I started moving my hand back and forth on his cock. 

"Aww, that feels good, Uncle Brad," he said huskily. "Somebody else's hand always feels better than your own." 

"Have you had very many hands wrapped around your cock?" I asked. 

"Sure, plenty of girls, but never another guy. Ohhh, you can squeeze it harder when you jack it." 
His words reduced the situation to what it really was. I was jacking him off, no two ways about it. My own nephew.....my brother's son!  Godd, Brian would kill me if he ever found out. I moved my hand up and down the long, thick shaft, pulling the sheath back hard off the head. 

"Aww, yehhhhh, that feels good when you stretch the skin like that," he moaned. "You can squeeze my balls, too, if you want." 

I let go of his cock and cupped his balls in my hand. They overflowed my hand. 

"Dam, you've got balls like a young stallion," I said. 

"Do ‘em both, my cock and my balls at the same time," he said. 

I didn't know exactly when he had taken charge.....probably from the beginning....but I took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. I didn't know whether it was innocence or bold arrogance but he made no bones about letting me know what he wanted me to do. I wondered if he would ask me to suck him. There was precome oozing out the wide slit, just a wink glistening in the bright sunlight, then more than started to run down the head. I wanted to lean down and lap it off but he flicked it with his fingertip and then surprisingly, licked his finger. 

"Fuck, man, I don't know why I do that; I just don't like to see it go to waste. I wish I could take my come when I jack off, but I don't like the taste of the real thing." 

"Maybe it's an acquired taste. You should practice," I joked. 

"Precome doesn't taste so bad," he said. "You ever taste your own come, Uncle Brad, when you were a kid?" 

I laughed. "Yeah. Who hasn't?" 

"Did you like it?" he asked. 

"Actually, I didn't mind the taste," I admitted. 

He watched my hand on his cock for a moment, thrusting his cock through my fist.  

"You wanta jack me off and taste mine?" he asked.  

Oh, Fuck!  Where was he taking me?  I wondered if he even knew. I hesitated and I think it shook him back to reality. 

"I was out of line with that," he said quickly. 

"No, its okay," I said. "In fact, I think I can do better than that, if you want me to." 

"Better than what?" he asked. 

"Better than my hand." 

I honestly didn't think he knew what I was getting at, from the bewildered look on his face; as if jacking off was the greatest thing anybody could do for him outside of fucking Angie. 

When I wet my lips his expression changed and I think it started to soak in. Before he had it completely figured out, I was going to my knees.  

"Aw, Mann.....you're gonna.....!" he whispered as he realized what I was going to do. He turned to face me squarely, his huge cock bobbing up and down.  

"I don't know if I can get my mouth around this big fucker," I said. 

"Aww, try.....please try," he begged. 

I thought my jaws might lock but I got my mouth around the baseball-sized head. 

"Awwwhhhhhhhh!" he moaned aloud, tossing his head back in sheer pleasure. "Ohh, fuck, that feels incredible!" 

I massaged the head thoroughly with my tongue and the precome ball juice flowed freely. Godd, he tasted good. I loved ball juice and his was tangy with freshness. The young guys always are. 

"Ohh, Fuck, Uncle Brad......Godd, I never knew you did this. If I did.....shit, look at all the time we've wasted." 

I backed off of his cock. "We didn't waste any time," I said. "I haven't seen you for a long time and I wouldn't have touched you back then if I had. You were underage." 

"I wouldn't give a fuck about that if you didn't," he said. 

I went back on his cock and began sucking him while I pulled on his balls. I pulled hard, with my fist wrapped around them, pulling them down in the sack. 

"Ohhhh.....OHhhhhhh!" he cried. 

I eased up on his balls, thinking I was hurting him. 

"No, go ahead, pull on ‘em," he said. "Fuck, it feels good." 

He stood with his hands on hips, easing his cock in and out of my mouth. I reached up under his shirt and flattened one hand over his rock-solid abs and on up to squeeze his pecs. He put his hand over mine to hold it there. My other hand was wrapped around his hard, round butt. He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the ground. Standing there like that, naked and so muscular and handsome, he was like a young forest god and I was the slave doing him homage; worshipping his magnificent body.  




A Marine Called Jason



"Yeah, sometimes I do sniper duty. I volunteer for it. I'm a good shot, I feel like I have to. Best in the squad, probably the best in the whole company."

We were quiet again for a moment. But it was one of those times when Jason seemed to want to talk, at the same time he didn't want to.

"I know what you're wanting to ask me," he said.

"But I won't ask."

"And I won't answer you. I will tell you, so far I've never had a miss," he said with a steely determination in his tone.

"I can't imagine doing what you do. I wouldn't have the courage."

"It's not a matter of courage. It's not like that. It's a mater of dealing with your fear and doing what you've been trained to do."

"I know, you always make light of it. You all do."

"What do you want me to do, strut around, bragging? I don't need to. You know I'm a stud without all the bravado," he said with a mischievous grin.

"You don't have to brag that you're a stud. It's tattooed on your forehead. You're a hero to a lot of people, including me and there's nothing you can say to change that," I told him. 

"Is that why you take such good care of me?" he asked, laughing. 

"You need taken care of and I like doing it. Call it my contribution to the war effort."

"You're a Marine, just like me. You make your contribution," he said.

"I'm a Marine but not like you. Besides, you're navy. The Marines only pays your salary."

"You guys love rubbing it in, don't you? You like to make it sound like we're the bastard kids at the family reunion."

"Sometimes you act like the bastard kids. But that's what makes you Seals."

"I don't feel like a hero when I blow some poor guy away when he doesn't even know I'm there," he said in a somber, husky tone.

"You're doing what you were trained to do," I reminded him. "And he must know you're out there, somewhere, waiting."

"But he doesn't know where, or when." He quickly changed the subject again. "Are you ready? I'm ready to start some more maneuvers," he said.

"Yes."

"Prepare to get fucked, Marine," he said as he rolled over on top of me.

"Yes, sir."

"This one's for you," he said as he probed my ass with his hot, stiff cock.

And it was. He made it good, as only he could do. He probed at my insides from all angles, twisting his lean hips around in circles, making his huge cock lob around inside me so there was nothing untouched. 

"Ohhhhhh……Ohh….Ohhhhh….Ohhhhh," I gasped as his cock slid repeatedly over my prostate.

"I found it, didn't I?" he said with a grin.

"Oh, yeah…..ohh, fuck yeah….Like That!.....Ohhh fuck me!"

He fucked me for over an hour the second time. He fucked me like a machine, as if he had no feelings in his own body. He truly did make it all for me. He exhausted me. I was a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from the pleasure of it by the time he made me go off. 

"Ohh, Godd……Ohh, Jason…..Jason, fuck me….fuck me…..HARD….Ohhh, yessss, do it……awwwwhhhh, you're making me come……!" My cock quivered as it shot out great spurts of come all over my shoulder and chest and stomach.

He didn't shoot. I felt his cock still throbbing inside my mushed-up ass after I'd shot off.

"Geezuss, it feels like that thing's still hard," I said.

"Yeah, it is, but it don't matter."

I laughed. "Feels like it matters a lot," I said, squeezing him with my ass.

"Hey, sometimes I am in control of my cock," he growled. 

"Maybe, but not often," I chided him.

He raised up on his haunches and looked down at our juncture. 

"I don't think you ass wants to let me go," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out and my asshole clenched the air before it began to close up. It always amazed me that it ever did close up after being battered by his huge cock. He lay beside me and we watched his cock throb, glistening with our juices. We dozed off for awhile then Jason got up and showered. I waited on the bed. I wanted to shower with him but he didn't invite me and I didn't suggest it. I hoped that he would sometime, in his own time. All things in his own time; like when he'd kissed me.

"Got everything all nice and clean for you," he said as he came out of the bathroom drying off, giving special attention to his manhood. I leaned up across the bed, ready to take him.

"Naw, you don't have to. I was just kidding," he said as he kept drying off.

He never understood; it wasn't a case of have to. I wanted to. I always wanted to. Godd, how I wanted to give him pleasure every way I knew how. With his back to me he bent over to dry his legs.

"Ohh, dam, I wish you wouldn't do that," I moaned.

He laughed over his shoulder. I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Back up here," I said.

He stepped back and stood squarely in front of me. I ran my hands up his thighs to his butt.

"You can go ahead and dry your legs," I said.

When he bent over his buns spread open, revealing the dark aperture of his most secret entrance, half hidden with a soft flurry of protective hair. I leaned in and pressed my face against his butt and began licking the crevice.

"OHhh……Ohhhh, mannnnn!" he moaned softly.

I flicked the hole with my tongue and licked his ass till his legs were shaking and he had to grab the chair for support. I pulled is butt apart and drove my tongue through his hole.

"AAAwhwhhhh! Awww, Fuck, I love it when you do that!" he cried.

I dove lower and licked his balls, then went back to his ass. He spread his legs wider. I wanted to crawl into his body and I think he would have let me. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He straightened and turned around. His cock hit me in the face. I dove for it and began sucking him.

"Ohhh, yeah…..suck it……awwwwhhhh…..ohhhhhh, you got me so hot…..I wanta come again…..suck it, baby….ohhh, suck it…..don't stop!…..I'm gonna COME!…. ohhh, take my load…!"

I was amazed at the volume of his second load. I swallowed and washed his cock with my tongue before letting it go. I was still swallowing the taste of him as I showered. He surprised me by coming into the bathroom to talk while I was showering. Not about anything important; nothing about his job.

We got dressed but didn't check out, and went back to Toby's. We took a table by the dart board instead of sitting at the bar. I thought maybe Jason didn't want to talk to Toby, didn't want him to be asking questions about us. Nothing was said about the women who were supposedly going to meet us. We sat and drank beer and I reveled in his company and dreaded the moment when he would go.

Chapter Two

Toby brought us a couple more beers, with a thin smile on his handsome face. He didn't say anything, just set the beer down and smiled then went back to the bar.

"He thinks he knows something," Jason said.

A young sailor sauntered up to the table like he knew us. 

"Hey guys you want some company?" he asked as he slid his hand down his left thigh casually brushing his hand over his crotch. "Okay if I sit down?" He was cute as hell, slender but well built, filled out his whites real nice. He shouldn't have been wearing his uniform in Toby's, though. It was too blatant.

"Back away from the table while you still can," Jason told him in a low, threatening tone that surprised even me.

"Hey….okay, no harm done. I just thought…..," he stammered as he moved 

back and turned away.

"You didn't have to be so hard on him," I said as the sailor walked away.

"You want him, go after him," Jason said rather sullenly.

"Hell, I've got all the Marine I can handle right here," I said quietly.

"I'm navy," he said.

"You're just as much Marine," I said.

"He's dangerous," Jason said. "Strutting in here in that uniform, being so bold with guys he doesn't even know. Toby ought to say something to him."

"I think you just did, enough for tonight, anyway."

"Let's go for a walk," Jason said.

We downed our beer and I paid our tab and we headed out. There was something exciting yet calming about being on the streets of Saigon late at night. The neon lights were like a circus midway. We walked down the main drag and turned down a narrower street. Jason didn't say anything so I didn't either. Sometimes, I knew he just wanted to be quiet. That was okay with me; I was always pleased those times that he simply wanted my company. And when he wanted to talk, I liked that too. 

Another GI and a woman were walking down the other side of the street. Some guys came around the corner ahead of us; there were four of them and they were drunk.

"Uh-oh, that's trouble," I said quietly.

"They're too drunk to be trouble," Jason said calmly.

Twenty yards from us they crossed the street. We walked on past them till we heard the woman let out a tiny scream, followed by a loud heaving groan. We turned around to see the guy staggering back against the wall, holding his gut. Two of the guys were dragging the woman off. The guy straightened as best he could and went after them. Without a word or hesitation, Jason and I headed across the street. We blocked their way.

"Let her go," Jason said.

"Or what?" 

"You're going to wish you had," he said.

The boyfriend joined us, tearing at them in a rage to get the girl away from them. 

"Cool down, we just want to share your pussy," one of them said as two of them shoved him down.

"Let her go," Jason said again.

If they'd known him like I did, they would have let go and run like hell. They didn't know that the calm in his voice was like a fuse about ready to set off an explosion.

"What the hell is it to you, two guys out for a romantic stroll?"

"Don't do this," I warned wearily.

One of the guys holding the girl grabbed her between her legs and her boyfriend lunged again. I grabbed the other guy who was holding her and took him to his knees with a quick twist of his arm behind his back. 

"AWWooohhhh, fuck, you're breaking my arm!" he yelled.

"Stop moving, it won't hurt so bad," I said, and jerked up. He yelled louder.

Whatever else happened didn't register, it happened so fast. Suddenly a second guy was laying on the sidewalk, doubled over holding his balls. The girl was free and safe in the arms of her boyfriend and Jason was methodically reducing the remaining two men to slumping heaps.

"You need any help?" I asked.

"Nope," he said as he landed precise and deadly punches at first one then the other. In a matter of seconds they both went down like two sacks of potatoes. I gave my man a shove toward the heap, jerking his arm one last time for good measure. He yelled and slumped over his buddies.

"You lovebirds stay right here, I'll have the MPs come and give you a ride," Jason said.

"No, fuck no, don't call the MPs," they begged.

"What are you, navy? You want the shore patrol?" I asked.

"No, we don't want anybody."

"MPs it is, then," Jason said.

I could tell by his tone that he had no intention of calling anybody. I turned to the guy and his girlfriend who was sobbing uncontrollably.

"You guys all right?" I asked.

"I am. She will be," the guy said. "Thanks."

"Hey, it was the most fun I've had all night," Jason said.

"Thanks, though. I can't even think about what they would've done if you hadn't come along," the man said.

"Well, we did, and they didn't, so why don't you take your girl to a nice quiet spot and have a drink before you take her home." I said.

"Thank you," the girl said as we were walking off.

"Hey," Jason said to me. He gave me a tight, mischievous grin. 

"What?" 

"That was a real adrenalin rush and you know adrenalin always pumps up my testosterone," he said.

"What the hell do you want me to do about it?" I said.

"Hey, fucker, you left me with a hardon back in the room," he said.

"Sounds like a personal problem to me."

"You wanta head back?" he asked me in a serious tone.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I do."

I had thought we would walk around and then he would head back to his unit. Now I got the impression that he didn't want to go back.

"You're going out again tomorrow, aren't you?" I said. It wasn't a question because I knew the answer.

"Yeah."

"And you need to get charged up before you go back to your unit."

"I just need to know there's a world out there besides, what I……" He cut himself off. "A world to come back to," he finished. "And sometimes….sometimes, man, you're pretty much it."

We went back to the hotel for the hours we both had left on our passes. He fucked my eyeballs out, leaving me wondering where the hell he got his stamina. But we spent as much time just lying together and talking about nothing.

I went to Toby's the next night because I couldn't stand to be in the barracks. I went the next night to wait on Jason although I didn't expect him to show up. The young sailor who had approached us a couple of nights before came up to me at the bar but didn't take a stool.

"I'm probably out of line again but I gotta ask, who is that big stud I see you with? You guys meet up then leave together," he said.

"We just meet up here, have a couple of beers, then he likes to go to the strip clubs," I said.

"Any interest in a third party tagging long?" 

"No." 

"Are you speaking for him?" he asked.

"I guess I am, he ain't here," I said.

"Maybe I am out of line," he said.

"Maybe you are."

"But I'm not wrong…..am I?" he asked warily.

"About what?"

"Just tell me, is he, uh….private domain, or……fair game?"

"I wouldn't try what I think you're thinking. I wouldn't even think it," I warned. "He's a Navy Seal, he could kill you with one hand."

"How about you?" he asked.

"What about me?"

"Any interest?"

I found myself weakening. "Depends," I said.

"Oh what?" he asked.

"What you're interested in."

"Anything you're willing to teach me," he said.

He was a kid compared to me, even though he was probably only a year, two years younger. I figured he was eighteen, he was in uniform, but he could've joined at seventeen. I smiled at him with half a scowl. "Are you saying you're cherry?" I asked.

"Yes. I don't mean with women."

"Even if you're not out of line, you're a dumb ass. How do you know I'm not undercover?"

"If you are, then I guess my ass is toast," he said.

My balls kicked in and I waved Toby over to get us two beers. 

"I'm going to give you some advice," I said he young sailor. "Don't be so bold and blatant. You're going to get yourself and others in trouble, and you're going to screw Toby in the process. Don't wear your uniform."

"I just wanted to make myself understood," he said.

"Anybody that's interested will catch the vibes," I said.

"Okay, thanks for the heads-up," he said. "I'm new at this."

"It shows. They'll pick up those vibes, too," I told him.

"How about it, are you going to teach me?" he asked.

"Yeah, but we do it all the way, my way, no questions asked. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're talking about handling a Marine," I warned.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, go get a room at the Trent Hotel then come back and tell me the room number. You go back and wait, I'll come along a few minutes later."

"Okay, but why all the intrigue?"

"You never go into a hotel with another guy, unless you've got a woman on your arm," I said. "The MPs and Shore Patrol are full of homophobes."

"Thanks again for the heads up. You're teaching me something already."

"You ain't learned nothin' yet," I said.

The sailor followed my instructions and went to get the room. Toby had witnessed the developments.

"Uhh….for the record, what do you want me to tell Jason if he comes in?" he asked.

"Tell him to wait. I'll come back here before I head back to the barracks, to see if he's showed up."

I said the kid filled out his uniform nicely. He looked nice out of it. He was small of stature but he was ripped and smooth as hell. Shit, he didn't have one hair on his chest. His entire body was tight as a drum. Including his ass. He had a butt to die for. We didn't make love; we had sex. Raw, hard sex. He wanted to learn and I was eager to teach him. His stature made him easy to handle; I could almost toss him around like a rag doll. I wasn't brutal with him but I wasn't gentle either. I was determined to show him everything I could from the standpoint of a man, showed him what he had to do to satisfy a man. For those couple of hours he was my slave more than I was his teacher. 

I taught him to suck cock, how to use his tongue to its best advantage, how to keep his lips between his teeth and my cock. He wasn't at all hesitant about taking my cock in his mouth.

"A little more tongue," I told him. "Yeah, give me some head…..slurp it."

He was scared to take it down his throat.

"I don't think I can take that….I don't see how it's gonna fit," he said.

"It'll fit," I assured him. "I'll walk you through it. Try to relax your throat muscles, breath normal, push your tongue way up under my cock and it'll slide right down your tongue into your throat."

He barely attempted it; he kept backing off. 

"Lay on your back across the bed, let your head hang over the edge of the mattress," I said.

He assumed the position and I straddled his head and held it in my hands. I guided my cock into his mouth and sank it right into his throat. He groaned in panic and tried to fight me off but I held on tight and forced my cock in to the balls. He was practically screaming before I pulled out.

"Geezuss, you're trying to kill me?"

"You took it," I said.

"Yeah….yeah, I guess I did," he said with a smile.

"Okay, let's do it again."

"Don't force me this time. Let me take it on my own. I'll do it, I promise."

And he did. He did a lot of choking and gagging but he mastered it and was proud as hell when he finally gulped it all the way down and his face was buried in my hair. He sucked my cock and went for my balls without being told. 

"Take it easy on a guy's balls unless he tells you to get rough," I said.

"Do you like it rough?"

"Yeah, chow down on 'em," I said. 

He balked when I told him it was time to eat my ass, even though he said he wanted to do it, but he was afraid to. I figured the best way was to get him right into it. I stood on the bed astraddle his head and sat on his face. He was tentative at first which I expected, but squatting down over his face like that, my asshole was pretty much exposed and he went for it.

"Pull my ass open and get your tongue in there," I told him.

He was still hesitant, I think because of what he was afraid he might find, but I reached back and stretched my hole wide open and sat down hard. Forced to do it, he quickly discovered that he liked it. He moaned and tongued me, holding my butt down tight against his face.

"Yeeaaaaah, that's it. Fuck me with your tongue," I moaned.

I had to pull my butt away from him to continue with the lessons. He really liked eating ass, and he had a tongue that was easy to educate. It was one of my favorite things to have done to me and he got me real hot real fast. Too hot, too fast. He balked again at taking my load when I told him I wanted to come.

"I don't think I can do that," he said as he was stroking my cock, aimed away from his face because he thought I was getting close.

"You don't have any choice," I said.

"I know I'm gonna choke and gag," he said.

"So what?"

"You're gonna force me," he said.

"Yeah……my way, all the way," I reminded him. I think he didn't mind being forced. "When I shoot off, I'm gonna have my cock down your throat. You won't taste a thing at first. You'll feel it, though. Then while I'm coming, I'm gonna pull my cock out till I'm shooting right in your mouth. You're gonna really taste it then. You just keep sucking till I'm done coming, but don't swallow till I pull my cock out of your mouth."

"Oh, Geezuss, I gotta swallow your load? I gotta eat your come?"




A Marine Called Jason



"Yeah, that goes with the territory," I said.

"W-what does it taste like?"

"Like come. There's no other way to describe it."

He choked and gagged on my cock but I held him to it for a moment before I eased up. I pulled out of his mouth. His eyes were watering and he wiped his spit off his mouth. 

"Did you…..shoot?" he asked, gasping.

"No, just giving you a rest," I said.

He eyed my cock and put his hand around it. "Fuck, I don't believe I had that down my throat."

"You loved it," I said.

"Yeah….yeah, I did, but I still don't believe I took it."

"We're not done," I said, stroking my cock up over his face.

He opened wide and I gave him my cock again, right down to the balls. He choked and gagged but not as bad as the first time. I stuck him to it this time, fucking his throat till I shot off. I knew he could feel me shooting by the way he whimpered and moaned. He did okay, better than I expected. I withdrew part way and gave him a mouthful and kept my cock in his mouth for a couple of minutes to force him to hold my load. Finally, I pulled out.

"Okay, swallow," I said.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then gulped it down. I don't think he liked it from the face he made but he did okay.

"Goddam, I don't ever want to do that again," he said.

"Yeah, you will," I said. "You gotta do it again in order to graduate."

After a short rest, I showed him how to clean out good so I could fuck him. 

"You're gonna be sucking my cock fresh right out of your asshole," I said as a warning.

He was an eager student but he was scared. 

"Is it gonna hurt?" he asked as he was scrambling on the bed.

"I won't lie to you. It's gonna hurt like hell at first for about a minute," I said.

"I don't know if I want to do this. You're cock is so big," he said. "I know, I don't have any choice," he added.

"Right. Getting Fucked 101…….you get extra points for this," I said.

"Tell me…..what to do," he stammered nervously.

"On your stomach is always the best way to start, because you butt muscles won't let a guy get his cock all the way in you. On your back, he's pretty much got control and can go in as deep as he wants. You can be in control if you get on top and ride him. On your hands and knees, he's going to gouge your ass out."

"Okay. Which way are you gonna do it?" he asked.

"On your stomach. I don't want to hurt you any more than it has to. But first I wanta work you up to it."

"How's that?" he asked.

"Just stretch out and spread your legs and tilt your butt up, I'll show you." When he was in the position, I spit in the crack of his ass and wet my finger. He jumped when I touched his hole but quickly calmed down. He winced when I shoved my finger through but relaxed again when he realized it didn't hurt. I probed around for his love nut. I wanted him to get a taste of what it felt like so he would want something bigger than my finger. I wanted him to beg for my cock.

"OHhhh!" he gasped with surprise when I found his prostate. "Ohh….Ohhhh, goddam!....Awwww, fuck what is that?"

"That's your prostate. Feels good, don't it?"

"Awww, fuck yeah…..Ohhhhh, if this is what it's gonna be like getting fucked………"

"It is, once we get started," I said. I worked him into a frenzy, till he was practically begging for my cock. I positioned myself between his legs and aimed my cock between his buns but just rubbed the head up and down in the crack.

"Are you ready?"

"Awww, yeah…..give it to me……I want you to fuck me."

"Don't forget you said that," I said. 

I plugged up his gaping with the head of my cock and he whimpered weith anticipation.

"Ohh, I can hardly wait," he gasped breathlessly. 

It hurt when I penetrated his hole, more than he imagined it would. He muffled his scream in the pillow but held on and rode it out. He was a determined little fucker. I buried deep as I could and held still till he got used to it.

"You tell me when you're ready," I told him.

After a moment he jerked the pillow aside, his eyes wide. He didn't tell me but I could tell the way he squirmed around under me that he was ready. I fucked him slow and easy till he told me I could fuck him harder. He was a quick learner, or I was a good teacher. I fucked him on his back, and on his hands and knees to demonstrate what I'd told him. He wanted to ride my cock so I stretched out and let him on top. I even fucked him standing up. He loved that. As I'd promised, I pulled my cock out of his ass and made him suck it. He didn't seem to mind that either.

"Okay, I'm gonna shoot all over our face then we're going to kiss," I told him. "Some guys don't like to do that, so don't do it unless they suggest it."

"I don't wanna do that," he said with a frown, shaking his head. "I don't want to kiss."

"You've had your tongue in my ass. You've had my cock down your throat, fresh out of your ass. What the hell is the big problem with kissing? Hell, it don't matter what the problem is, we're gonna do it anyway," I said.

I held his head firmly with my hands and told him to suck and jack me off at the same time. He cringed with almost fearful anticipation. Without warning, I began blasting his face with heavy streams of thick come. I didn't have to hold his head; he took it like a man. Like I said, he was a good student. He even opened his mouth but I didn't know if it was by accident. When I was finished to dripping, I tilted his face in my hands and leaned down and planted a big open-mouth kiss squarely on his mouth. He squealed and suddenly kissed me back. It made him come.

"Yeah, right, you don't wanta kiss," I scoffed, laughing.

"Whew!" he said, swiping at the come running down his face.

We showered together and wanted to suck my cock again…..and tongue my ass. I let him but we didn't go through it all again. Toward the end I gave him a load to practice on and he swallowed it without hesitation. He was learning. If there'd been an exam afterwards he would have gotten an A. I told him we would take up where we left off next me we met up at Toby's. 

"What do you mean? What else is there?" he asked with disbelief.

"Next time you get to take your exam. I'm going to grade you on how well you fuck my ass."

He left dumbfounded and happy with the lessons. I left drained. Teaching takes a lot out of you. I went back to Toby's but Jason wasn't there. I waited around through two more beers then headed back to the barracks. The CQ told me I had a phone call.

"A guy named Jason said he would hook up with you later, but he couldn't say when."

I knew what that meant. 

"Oh, and you've got a temporary assignment; you leave at 0700 tomorrow," he added.

Fuck! Jason was out for I didn't know how long but I wouldn't be here if he came in. Still, it wouldn't be so bad with both of us being gone at the same time. I got sent on temporary assignment pretty often, usually when they'd captured a guy that was too high-risk to bring to us for fear of being ambushed. Maybe it was someone Jason had taken in.



Chapter Three

Jason returned before I got back to my unit. They told me he'd called and when I went to Toby's he told me Jason had been in. The young sailor I had met up with just before I left came up to the bar where I was sitting. I remembered his name; Steve.

"Your buddy was in," the sailor said as he stood beside my stool.

"Okay."

"Yeah, I, uh…..I sort of made myself known."

"Good."

"Yeah, he was. I'm sure glad I had you to teach me the ropes and break me in

first. Dam, that guy is a stallion."

I turned and looked at him.

"Is that hurt or jealousy or pissed I see on your face?" he said with a smirk.

"He wouldn't like you talking like that about him," I said. 

"I wouldn't be to anyone but you," he said. "If it's any consolation, he was 

looking for you. But since you weren't here, well, somebody had to do the job."

I whirled around and stood off the bar stool and walked away, suddenly consumed with the emotional impact of what he'd said. The emotions he saw on my face were all there. I was hurt, I was jealous and yeah, I was pissed. I was being a first-class hypocrite, too. Hell, I'd broken the kid in, for chrissakes, taught him every-thing he knew. What right did I have to be pissed at Jason for balling the guy? Nobody mentioned if Jason had said he was coming back so I headed for my barracks. 

I was a mess for the next several days. And nights. I went to Toby's every night but came away empty-handed. When I was chosen again to go on temporary assignment I practically begged to get out of it. I told the sergeant I was supposed to meet a girl.

"Shit, she must be something, you're practically kissing my ass."

"If that's what it takes," I said. It had been too long, and I wanted to be around if Jason called. I think I would have gone back into the office and kissed his bare ass of I had to. I got out of it so I was there when Jason called again.

"Hey, can you get off?" he asked.

"Why, you couldn't get hold of Steve?" I asked with sarcasm. Fuck, where did that come from? He'd been out God-knows-where and he probably didn't' even remember fucking the guy, and I was spouting off like a jealous woman. I guess I was jealous.

"What?" 

"The sailor. He pretty much filled me in," I said.

"I'll be at Toby's. Be there if you want to," he said gruffly and hung up.

Pissed and hurt as I was, I went. Nothing could've kept me away. Jason was at the bar. When he saw me he held up his hand to stop Toby from getting me a beer.

"Let's go," he said, without his usual smile.

I went outside with him. I thought he was headed for the hotel but we walked in all different directions and even passed right by the Trent twice. I was beginning to feel I'd made a mistake spouting off to him the way I did.

"What's this shit about this guy, Steve?" he demanded.

"You tell me," I shot back. 

"There's nothing to tell."

"That's not the way he tells it."

"I should be flattered that you sound jealous but I don't have time to deal with

that," Jason said. "He was there, you weren't, and you know how I am when I come back in. Not that it should matter but just know that he didn't mean a dam thing except getting my rocks off."

"Somehow, I would've expected you to pick up a woman for that," I said. 

"He came on to me first," he said.

"Last time, you told him to get lost."

"Last time I was with you," he shot back. "I did call, you know."

"I was on temporary assignment in Nha Trang."

"I know. They said they didn't know when you would get back. Look, if you think I owe you an apology, okay. I don't think I do but I will apologize if you want me to."

"No." 

"Well, for your information, Steve isn't my type." 

"Oh. I didn't realize you had a type," I said.

"Geezusss, After all we've been through together you haven't figured out my type?"

"Let me guess…..anybody that's handy?"

"I said, it was getting my rocks off. Hell, it could've just as easily been with a woman if he hadn't come on the scene first, and you wouldn't have had any problem with that, would you? Shit, man, the whole thing barely lasted a half hour. And for somebody who was so hot to trot, it was hard to get him warmed up."

"Meaning he couldn't handle you, huh," I said with a smirk that eased the tension more.

"No."

"He said you fucked him."

"Not even close," Jason scoffed. "Hell, I barely got the head in. He's a wimp. He was carrying on like a little school virgin. He couldn't take it. He ended up sucking me off and that was it. So can we reduce it to what it was? I got a blow job."

I felt guilty as hell, treating Jason like this, burdened with the secret that I'd broken Steve in when Jason was away. "Let's forget it," I said. "You're back, safe and sound, and that's all that matters to me. I'm sorry I made such a big deal out of it. I had no right to."

"Maybe I should be flattered," he said with a sly grin.

I stopped. "Look, before we go any farther……."

"What?" he asked.

"I had Steve, too," I said.

He looked at me with his eyes wide, surprised, then laughed.

"In fact, I broke him in. I got this cherry," I went on. "You wouldn't have been able to even get the head in if I hadn't already busted his cherry for you."

"You fucker," he said, laughing, and punched me on the shoulder. 

I was both relieved and ashamed that he was taking it so well after the way I acted toward him. He walked on and I took up his stride. We walked several blocks in silence, the way he sometimes did. I never knew what was going on in that hand-some head when he did that.

"You know you're like a brother to me," he said finally. "I don't like fighting like that. I get enough of that……."

I was taken aback. It was the first time he'd expressed any such feelings about me or between us.

"You're more than a brother to me," I said.

"Do you want to go back to the room? You got a room didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to go there?" he asked again.

"Question is, do you?"

"Yes, very much."

I was touched by his reply and his tone. We crossed the street and headed in the direction of the hotel. I was surprised when we went right in the front door together.

"Hey, man, have there been a couple of babes in here looking for a couple of GIs?" Jason asked the clerk to cover ourselves.

"If they were, they're upstairs with two other guys by now," the clerk replied.

"Fuckin' bitches," he swore as he went on to the stairs. In the room he closed and bolted the door then grabbed me and pulled us together. It wasn't an embrace except to bring our bodies together.

"Dam, feels like you're glad to see me," he said, smashing his loins against my hardon. "When did that happen?"

"When you slid the bolt," I replied.

He started to undress but I took over. It was like unwrapping a Christmas gift that you'd been aching for. I ached for him. I had to restrain myself from tearing his clothes off. Naked, he took my breath away. He was a like a god to me. Absolute perfection in a man. I couldn't tell him any of this, of course; he would have been embarrassed. He was who he was, nothing more; while I wondered what it must be like to be him, with his raw courage, and to live in a body like that. After taking his shorts off and tossing them aside I paused on knee to admire his massive cock. I loved the way he was cut, with a generous collar. It made his cock look muscular. I almost took it in my mouth but refrained, like putting off dessert.

"Stand right there," I said as I started taking off my clothes. My cock was throbbing by the time I freed it from my shorts. 

Jason's cock took a minute to get hard simply because it was so big. Instead of going over to the bed, Jason sat in the chair to watch me undress. He slumped down and spread his legs out. He held his cock upright and it stood at rigid attention. There was precome pouring up out of the wide slit

"Come here, have a seat," he said.

I took some of the precome on my fingertips and used it for lube. Then I straddled him with his cock firmly planted between my butt muscles. I worked it around to stretch my ass then finally bit the bullet, as I always did, and let my weight down on it. I let out a little gasp and tossed my head back in agony when the head popped through. Jason put his hands loosely around my hips, as if to soothe the pain he knew he was causing me. I rode down on it, and the feel of his hot meat shoving up into my body made me forget the pain.

"Awhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned as I sat all the way down, his cock embedded, I don't know, somewhere up against my stomach maybe. 

I sat solid for a moment, squeezing his cock with my sphincter. Then I raised up to the head. I paused and his hands gripped me tighter, urging me back down. I lowered back down on it and went right back up. At the bottom I twisted my butt around in circles and bucked back and forth.

"Ohh, Fuck! Godd, it's good the way you do that!" he groaned

It was good for me, too. His cock was rubbing back and forth against my prostate, already more than I could take.

"I like this, you being in control," he said.

"That surprises me."

"It makes the anticipation greater, not knowing how you're going to move, what you're gonna do next."

"Now you know how I feel." I fucked him high and low, hard and gentle. It sent him into orbit when I raised up, hesitated then dropped back down like the crystal ball in Times Square. Jason's big hands guided me up then his grip loosened for me to fall. It about blew the top of my head off when his cock jarred my prostate. Finally, I raised up part way and stopped.

"What's the matter?" he asked, loosening his grip on my hips.

"I've gotta stop for a minute, I'm getting too close."

"So shoot it," he said.

"No, I want you to go off, then we can stretch out on the bed."

"Hell, why didn't you say so?" he said as he pulled me down and thrust his cock up inside me. He took charge from there. I stayed standing astraddle his hips and he fucked me. My cock was spreading precome all over his chest and stomach. I hoped he didn't mind. He didn't seem to.

My chest was at the level of his face.

"You've got great pecs, did I ever tell you that?" he said.

I trembled inside with anticipation; he was going to suck my tits and that drove me crazy; worse when he did it while he was fucking me. 

"Fuckers are standing up hard," he said, then leaned in and flicked my left tit with his tongue.

"Ohh," I gasped.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he said with a soft chuckle.

"Geezuss, Yess!" I moaned again when he clamped his mouth over my pec and sucked hard on my tit and drove his big, hot cock up in me at the same time. "Ohhhhh….OHhh, Geeezussss!"

"The other side's jealous," he said, and trailed his mouth and his tongue across my chest to my other tit. It stood up hard and proud too.

"You're about to get your wish," he said as he brought me down and held me down hard and tight as he hunkered his cock up inside me. I squeezed and milked his cock with my ass. His body trembled and his muscles tightened. Then I felt his cock bolt up inside me then there was the liquid heat of his come. I hoped the chair held up through his climax. He relaxed, finally and pulled me tight against him. His cock still pulsated deep inside me. 

"I can feel your heart beating through your cock," I said.

"That IS my heart beating in there. My cock IS my heart."

"This is not going to be a pretty sight," I said as I started to raise up. I knew my ass would be stretched open and his come was going to come draining out.

"Wait, we'll do it another way," he said. He stood up with surprising ease, holding my butt in one hand and I locked my legs around him. He walked us over to the sink in the corner of the room and grabbed a towel. He tossed it out across the bed and laid me down under him. Then he pulled his cock out and lay beside me. The moments after were always a good indication of his mood. Sex was always foremost for both of us, especially for him, but then he reverted to his true self. He was quiet, and relaxed this time. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. He needed what he got from me and he knew I would be there for him again and as long as he wanted me.

"I would love to see you in full gear, sometime, ready to go out," I said. "I would like to have some pictures of you."

"That could be arranged, I guess. I'll bring my gear with me next time. You bring your camera. Take all the pictures you want." 

"How about some of you out of your gear?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

"Take all the pictures you want," he said again.

He was more calm and unhurried than other times. 

"Turn over with your back to me," he said. When I was on my side he spooned his body against mine. We lay like that for a long time, enjoying each other's bodies. I felt his cock growing hard again and he slid it up and down the crack of my ass. Soon it found my still loose hole. He shoved it inside me all the way and pulled me in tight against him with one arm locked around my chest.




A Marine Called Jason



"Let's just lie like this for awhile, okay?" he said.

"Yes. Your cock feels good throbbing up inside me, and your muscles feel good against my back."

"Man, I wish I could have you with me out on a patrol. We could lie like this under the stars while I wait to take my shot."

"Somehow I think me being out there would impede the mission," I said.

"Being with you gets me re-charged," he said.

"I don't know if that should be a compliment or not…..I get you charged up to go out and kill." I felt him tense and he was silent. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's true," he said. "Awful as it sounds, it's true. But I don't consider it killing. It's called a kill but to me, it's taking out the enemy, nothing more nothing less, just like anybody else. Just like you would do. You have to stay focused on that."

"I'm terrified something will happen to you, Jason," I said in a choked, husky whisper.

He snuggled tighter against me and pressed one big hand hard over my right pec. "Don't be," he said. "I'm the best damned shot in the company. Nothing's going to happen to me."

"Somewhere out there, they've got a best shot," I said.

He laughed and his abs rippled against my back. "With what, a pea shooter? They gotta see you to shoot you. I'm an expert at camouflage, too. You could walk right over me and not even know I was there."

"You're an expert at anything you do," I said as I took his big hand in mine and held it tight against my chest. He flicked my tits and squeezed them between his fingers. I traced my fingers over his. He had such big hands, with long, thick fingers that could wrap so comfortably around a bayonet, and around a man's neck with deadly intent, or hold a rifle with such ease and deadly accuracy. He was indeed a highly trained and skilled killing machine. It was awesome to me that he could so easily turn into a skilled lover.

Chapter Four

One day about noon there was an explosion in the ally behind us that took out most of the building across the alley blew out a big chunk of our facility. I was thrown against a wall….maybe through it….I didn't remember anything till I woke up in the hospital. It was a four-bed ward but two of the beds were empty and the other guy wasn't in the room when I woke up. I found out from the nurse that I had a lot of cuts and bruises, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder and a broken wrist. A couple of the guy visited me and told me another guy, Gordon Brown, was in intensive care with both legs badly mangled and internal injuries. Another guy, Joey Anderson, was killed. I hurt for them, but mostly I was pissed at the VC. 

When Jason called my unit they simply told him I was in the hospital. Now I heard the heavy boots coming down the hall and knew instinctively that it was Jason. He was walking fast and hard. But a few steps from the door he slowed and walked in nonchalantly, chuckling under his breath.

"And you thought it was going be me," he said.

"Don't start." 

"Does this mean I have to go find Steve till you…….?"

"Don't.….start," I said again.

"Hey, I just kidding, you know that. No, what I'm going to do is have the nurses turn you over on your stomach. You're going to be here for a few days, there's no sense letting that tight butt of yours go to waste. I think the bed will hold our combined weight."

I swore at him.

"They have no idea how this has impeded the war effort," he went on. "Shit, I'm not going to be able to hit a dam thing till you're recuperated."

"If it comes to that, go find Steve," I said. "We can't loose the war on account 

of me."

"And we can't win it on account of me," he said. "But I'm not going looking 

for Steve."

"I can handle it," I said. "I know how you are." I tried to sound light-hearted but somehow, I was afraid Steve had become a sticking point between us, otherwise he wouldn't have come up.

"I'll survive," he said. "Just don't spend too much time in that bed, or I am going to be crawling in there with you." 

He sat and talked for awhile; longer than I expected because I knew how Jason felt about hospitals. I could tell after awhile that he was forcing it. He didn't want to be there in the hospital. I punched his shoulder and told him to go down to Toby's and have a beer. I was really telling him to go find Steve without saying the words but I don't know whether he caught that.

"Naw, I'm fine," he said.

We talked some more, and I was happy that he seemed to be as comfortable and okay with our conversation as he was when we were having sex.

"Hey, this isn't going to get you sent on R&R, is it?" he asked.

"Would that be so bad?"

"It wouldn't be good for the war effort, me going to Toby's and not finding you there."

"It's good to know that I'm essential to the war effort," I said.

"You know, that's not all that's between us," he said in a funny tone that I'd never heard before. "It scared me when they told me you were in the hospital. I know I'm going to meet a girl and fall in love and get married someday but….I'm never going to forget us."

"Just know I'll always there, any time you need me or want me, any place, for anything," I told him.

"That's a pretty broad statement."

"I meant it to be."

"Do me a favor," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"When you do meet the lucky girl and decide to get married, let me know, would you? I want to know when to stop hoping and dreaming."

"Let you know, hell, you're gong to be there, as my best man."

"I don't know if I could do that."

"You'll be there, then, as a groomsman. I definitely want you at the bachelor party."

"I guess I could handle that," I said.

"The way I've pictured it in my mind, you could spend my last night of freedom with me for our own private bachelor party."

"Talking like that, it doesn't sound like you're not ready to get married for a long time," I said.

"I will be when the time comes. But I want to hang onto this as long as I can."

"You've got me for as long as you want," I said. "Married or not," I added.

"You would help me cheat on my wife, is that what you're saying?"

"Absolutely. Although I wouldn't consider it cheating, with another guy."

"Point well taken. I'll have to give that some real hard thought. What about you, you'll meet somebody and get married and have kids."

"None of the above," I said. "If I do meet somebody you and I both know it won't be a woman. And I can't imagine any relationship so strong that it would exclude you if you ever needed me. Nothing's ever going to replace this for me." I paused for a moment then went on. "I'm going to say this, Jason…..I know you don't like to get sappy, but it has to be said this one time, then I'll never speak of it again. I love you, man." I barely got the words squeezed out and I reached out and touched his hand, just briefly….a touch….nothing more…..I didn't hold it or anything.

"Fuck, man……." He looked away as if he were trying to escape my words. "That's more than just sappy. That's…fuck, that's deep."

"You can't be surprised. You must have known," I said.

"Maybe…..maybe I knew something, but it jolted me to hear you say it," he said. I hoped he would say something in return but he didn't and I understood that he couldn't. He didn't have it in him; he just wasn't built that way. The other guy, my room mate, came hobbling in on crutches and we had to turn the conversation to sports and women and bitching about the army.

It would be the only time Jason came to the hospital. I don't know if he went back to Toby's that night for a beer, or the other three nights I was in the hospital but it didn't matter. I don't know if he looked for Steve. I got out and was put back on duty which was fine with me. Deep down, despite the bitching, I wanted to do my part in the war. And I was good at it, getting information out of the prisoners that the likes of Jason brought in. I think that's why I sort of got preferential treatment, because I was good. I could get a pass about anytime I wanted it. It got so lax that there were overnight passes made out with my name and signed, ready for me to pick up. The prisoners could wait; the colonel knew I would be primed to go to work on them when I got back.

As soon as I was able, I was in Toby's keeping my vigil. The cuts and bruises were healed to the point where they made me look rugged and tough. The wrist was still a bit tender but the shoulder was okay. The ribs were the slowest to heal; I knew I would have to be damned careful in bed with Jason. After two beers I headed for the rest room. There was Steve hunkered down, his back against the wall and a young soldier hunkered over him feeing him his cock. I went ballistic.

"Are you nuts!" I said as I grabbed the soldier's shoulder and pulled him away. His cock jerked out of Steve's mouth with a loud noise and swung around and the soldier grabbed it as if it hurt swinging like that. "You stupid fuck! The wrong guy walks in and sees that, we'll have the MPs or Shore Patrol crawling all over the place and there goes Toby's Bar."

I pulled Steve to his feet. He'd had too much to drink. I shoved him at the soldier who was trying to get his pants buttoned up over the lump of his manhood.

"Get you and your soldier boy a room," I growled.

I didn't tell Toby about the incident. No need for him to worry since I'd taken care of it. I had another beer and talked to Toby and had another beer. I was reaching my limit. I had a nice buzz on but another beer would make me unsteady on my feet, and my mouth had a tendency to get unsteady too when I had too much to drink.

"Doesn't look like he's going to show," Toby said.

"You would tell me if he was already in earlier, wouldn't you?" with a wary grin.

"Yes, unless he asked me not to."

"Did he? Was he?"

"No."

I downed my beer. "I'm heading back," I said. I walked back to the compound 

and headed for the barracks. No sense wasting good sack time. I barely got to sleep when someone woke me.

"Hey, there's somebody at the gate to see you. Says it's important."

My heart sank. God, he was hurt. Or worse! I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and socks and rushed out of the barracks, across the grass to the guard shack. I saw him standing there in full combat gear, just the way I'd wanted to see him. I was relieved he was alive but still in a panic that something was seriously wrong.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

The guard stepped out of the shack to give us privacy.

"Talk," I said.

"I couldn't make it to Toby's tonight. I'm being relocated temporarily."

"Relocated where?" I asked.

"Qui Nhon. There are a couple of VC snipers up there causing a lot of mischief," he said.

"They called you to go all the way to Qui Nhon? Okay, I guess they wanted the best." He was like a bionic man. Like steel. There was no hint of a thought that he might be the one taken out. "How long?" I asked.

"I don't know. Till the job is done. It can take days, even weeks, just to set it up. They're good. Their guys haven't been able to take them out. We leave at 0700 hours. Can you get out tonight?" 

"Yes. Just give me a minute to….oh, shit, I tore up my pass!" And I knew there were no more signed passes waiting. I stuck my head out of the shack. "What time do you go off duty?" I asked the guard.

"0700 hours," he replied.

"You know I had a pass, you saw me tear it up. Will you let me out and back in? My brother's being relocated and we'd like to spend some time together before he leaves in the morning."

"Sure, but that's not going to clear you if you get stopped by the MPs or Shore Patrol," the guard said.

"We'll dodge them," Jason said.

"If you don't, tell them to call the guard shack. I'll try to cover for you. I doubt they're going to stop a Seal in full combat gear except to kiss his boots."

I ran back to finish getting dressed. Luckily I'd already showered. When I got back to the gate Jason and the guard were talking and laughing like old friends.

"Hey, we owe you big time," Jason told the guard as he left.

"Forget it."

We took off down the street

"Do you want to get a room?" I asked.

"Yes. Do you think we can?"

We went up and down side streets and ducked in and out of alleys to get to the Trent Hotel without being seen. The desk clerk eyed Jason with suspicion, and with good cause, him being in full battle dress.

"What's going on?" he asked, indicating Jason in full combat uniform.

"I just got back in and I had them drop me off in town," Jason said.

It seemed to satisfy the man. We went upstairs. Inside Jason closed the door and bolted it and took off his helmet. 

"Will you wanted to see me in this getup," he said.

"Yes. Dam, you look awesome. So damned studly. If I saw you stalking me I think I would lay down my weapon and surrender."

"No you wouldn't. Besides, the point is for you not to see me." He started taking his gear and uniform off, laying everything neatly on the chair and floor.

"I don't know how you maneuver with all of that equipment," I said.

"It's part of you. It's an extension of your body, everything serving a purpose."

I was naked before he was because he had a lot more to take off. Or maybe I was acting too eager but I didn't care. I cared less when I saw the way he was looking at me as he stripped his uniform off, with that hungry look in his eyes.

"God, you never looked so good," he said.

I didn't like the way he said it. It sounded oddly like he expected it to be our last time together, and it left a pain in the pit of my stomach. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. Every move he made was a thing of beauty. He was slowly transformed from a deadly fighting man to a naked stud; two hundred pounds of solid, ripped muscle. When he was down to his shorts I took over. I slid off the bed to take them off of him. 

"I know you don't like me down on my knees but I have to have some of this first," I said as I sucked his cock in my mouth. He didn't object but he didn't leave me on my knees very long. I was kissing his hard, muscular thighs when he cupped his hands in my armpits and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the bed. It was a thing with him; he said being on your knees was an execution position. I wondered why he would think that, but I didn't ask. I didn't want to know. He stood between my legs at the edge of the bed and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. After a moment he put his hand around my head and set one foot up on the mattress and laid me back across the bed so he could straddle my chest. He cradled my head in his hands and fucked my face.

I ran my hands over his muscles. I never tired of feeling his smooth strength. He set his balls on my mouth then raised farther up over me, practically sitting on my face with his butt spread open, and sat down on my face. I was surprised when I felt his hand on me….he never touched me like that but he was heading for my ass. I flung my legs out and pulled my hips up off the mattress to offer myself to him. He massaged my hole and probed then shoved his finger inside me. I moaned around his cock as his hard, big fingers, long and thick, bore into me like a small cock. Even bigger than some cocks I'd seen. I groaned louder and squealed when he found my prostate. I was amazed how the dam thing worked; it just lay there inside of me with all the rest of my internal organs with no feeling what-so-ever till something touched it then it showed no mercy. Neither did Jason. He rubbed the nut/gland and tapped it gently with his finger tips. I went nuts, groaning and whimpering around his cock and twisting my butt around. 

"I think you need something bigger than my finger," he said with a grin.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved down between my legs. He unceremoniously popped my hole with his cock but went no farther. I squeezed my sphincter tightly around the rim and grimaced from the pain.

"Godd, that feels good, you're so tight, your ass muscles are so powerful." After a few seconds he asked, "Do you want some more?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please, yes sir……fuck, man, just give it to me." 

Laughing, he eased eleven inches of hot, thick cock inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he skewered me on his huge meat and I groaned as he started fucking me. 

"When you're ready to come, I want it in my mouth," I said.

"Sure. Man, you really like the stuff, don't you?"

"I want to take the taste of you back with me," I said.

He fucked me slowly, gently, like he was making love to me, although I knew he wasn't. I knew how he liked to get right into it…..he was very physical….he liked to fuck…..yet he was being so gentle and I had to wonder about that, too.

"You don't have to make love to me," I said.

"I'm not, but I want it to be as much for you as it is for me," he said.

"Fuck me then," I said. "Fuck me like you always do; like you know you want to."

He fucked me. He really fucked me, like a machine. I had to chew on my shorts to muffle my outcries. Surprisingly, he fucked me for nearly an hour…..the first time. Usually he fucked hard and fast and got off right away the first time then the all the other times would last longer. But he seemed intent on building up a real head of steam for the first round. Suddenly he pulled his cock out.

"You said you wanted it," he said hoarsely as he crawled up over me on his knees, fisting his cock. I opened my mouth and he held my head just right to make a target. Suddenly he was shooting out great long thick ropes of come. Some hit my face but most of it found the target and my mouth quickly filled up. It was running out of the corner of my mouth by the time he was done. He leaned up to squeeze his cock and milk out the rest of it into my mouth. I wallowed it around for a moment, savoring the texture and the taste of him.

"Was that enough for a taste to take back with you?" he asked.

I mumbled with my mouth full, unable to speak.

He put his thumb on my chin to push my jaw down and open my mouth. "That is hotter than hell, seeing my come in your mouth."

I wallowed my tongue in the pool of warm come while he watched.

"Swallow it now," he said.

I opened my throat and let the stuff slide down.

"Aww, fuck, that is hot!"

We rested and talked for awhile but I knew he would want it again, and I was ready, willing and able to give it to him on command. I would've loved to stretch him out and suck his cock and make love to him and worship his body but I was happy with anything he wanted to do. I did suck him, as I often did, to another hardon. It was a time when I was able to gulp and pull his cock into my throat for a minute or so before he got hard. 

"You need to rest, let me do the work this time," I chided him as I moved astraddle him. I raised up, aimed his cock and sat down on it.

"Ohh, Goddd!" he groaned.

I twisted around and slid back and forth on his loins, making his cock lob around inside me. 

"Ohh, Fuck, I love it when you do that."

I rode him for a half hour, most of that time fighting down my own climax. It was always there, on the verge, ready to happen, with his cock pounding my prostate. I was getting good at holding off. 

"I wanta come," I told him.

"Hey, it's your show," he said.

I rode him hard as I worked myself up. It didn't take long. It was only a matter of letting go, not holding it back. At the crucial moment I sat down hard and rode back and forth with his cock buried inside me instead of up and down. I hit his face with a volley of come and he quickly held both hands down in front of my cock to shield himself from it. I shot all over his hands and he was a mess. I sucked in fresh air to keep the stars away. 

"Fuck, man, you sure needed that, didn't you?" he said, lying there helpless and covered with come. He didn't know what to do. He had my come all over his face and he couldn't wipe it off because his hands were full of come. He started to reach for the sheet but I stopped him. 




A Marine Called Jason



"I'll take care of it," I said. I took his hands and flattened them on his stomach, dumping the come out and smearing it all over him. Then I leaned up and began kissing the come off his face and lapping it off his forehead sucked if off of his chest. All the while I was rubbing the stuff over his hard abs. 

"Fuck this is hot, like a come bath and massage." Yeah, he was coming around, I thought, with a smile.

I cleaned him up with my tongue. He squirmed under me as I licked the stuff out of the deep ridges of his abs.

We didn't waste much time recuperating. We didn't have the time and I wanted to give him all he needed to sustain him until he came back; and myself, too. 

He was fucking me for the second time when he said, "I'm getting close, where do you want it?" 

I told him to go ahead and shoot in my ass. He always left me a little dazed and disoriented when he fucked me. It was so intense and usually non-stop. It took me a minute for my brains to settle after he blew his load inside me. He paused enough to pull out and lie beside me but his cock didn't go down all the way and when it did, it raised right back up almost on command. 

"Shit, is that thing on a switch?" I asked.

On my stomach, he mounted me again. He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my butt back hard onto his cock. I picked up on it and met his thrusts with my ass. He hunkered up over me, astraddle my butt, and fucked me unmercifully. The position, the tilt of my butt, seemed to let him go even deeper. He fucked me so hard that the head of the bed banged against the wall. Finally, he stopped, pulled out, stepped off the bed and pulled the bed several feet away from the wall. Then he climbed back on and resumed fucking me. My own pleasure was so intense and without letup. It was like one continuous, unending climax. My body did, in fact, responded periodically with a load of come…..I don't know where it all came from….but it was almost out of my control.

He shot me full, as if it were his first load that he'd saved up for me. Relieved, his legs started to tremble. I leaned forward and collapsed on the bed and he collapsed on top of me. I was lying in the warmth of my own come. 

"Dam, you know how to fuck," I said, a little out of breath.

We rested for a short while and I felt his cock growing hard inside me yet again.

"Feels like you flipped the switch," I said.

"Is it okay if I stay in there?" he asked. "I don't have to fuck you or anything; we'll roll over on our sides so I'm not crushing you."

We lay spooned, his cock throbbing in me. It was one of my favorite positions, and I think his. I fully expected him to fuck me again but it was enough for the moment. 

It would be hard to say whether he fucked me two, three, four times or if it was just one long, continuous fuck, for his cock never completely went down.

When he'd had enough of my ass I pulled my pillow down with me down on the bed so I was facing his manhood. I took his cock in my mouth and went to sleep. I dreamed about us, and I was angry when I woke up but it was nice that I still had his cock in my mouth. I looked up and Jason was lying there watching me. He smiled and that turned into a laugh.

"You've been laying there sucking on my cock like a baby taking a tit," he said.

"Your milk's got more protein in it than mother's milk, though," I said.

He looked at his watch.

"Is it time for you to go?" I asked.

"Getting close."

I went to work on his cock full force. Before it was completely hard I moved to his balls then nuzzled down under them and went for his ass.

"Ohhh, fuck……we can't do this," he said as he pulled me up beside him. "You know what's gonna happen if I get started."

So we lay together. It was like he didn't want to let go of me. I looked at his watch again.

"We ought to shower so you can get back," I said.

It was fun showering together. I washed his body without it turning sexual; it was more erotic for me. When he was drying off I took the towel to do it for him.

"I want to tell you goodbye," I said. 

I kissed each of his pecs. I kissed his abs then down to his thighs and buried my face in his crotch to breath in the clean male aroma of him. I turned him around and kissed each side of his butt. It was he who pulled them apart so I could kiss his asshole. I stood up and he turned to face me. Before I knew what was happening he put his arms around me, one across my shoulders the other around my waist and with his hand on my butt.

"I want to tell you good-bye…..like this," he said as he pressed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes. It was such a tender, passionate kiss, laced with desperation and a dozen other emotions that neither of us could sort out or even cared about. I felt the surging tingle all through me but oddly neither of us got hard.

"Looks like I wore it out," he said as we parted and he looked at his cock.

"It wasn't that kind of kiss," I said.

"No. No, I guess it wasn't," he said.

I watched him get dressed. It was a meticulous process, putting on each piece of gear and equipment.

"You get your ass back here in one piece when you're done," I said.

"I will. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen. They called for the best and that's what they got," he said.

"Your self confidence is as sexy as you are. Just hearing you talk like that gives me a hardon."

"Well, you're going to have to take care of it yourself. I've got a job to get done," he said. By his tone he had turned into that steely-hard, professional that made him the man he was.

We walked back to my barracks and stood at the gate. He looked at his watch again. "I'm running late, can you get me a ride to my unit?" he asked the guard.

We stood and talked small talk till a Jeep pulled up.

"Where are you headed?" I asked him. He didn't tell me; just gave me a blank look. I stood and watched him drive away.

"Where's he headed?" the guard asked me.

"He didn't tell me."

"Special Ops, isn't he?"

"Navy Seal. I think he's a sniper, but he's never said so."

"Navy Seal and a sniper? He's gotta have a pair of the biggest balls in the navy," the guard said.

"He has," I said, but the guard didn't get my meaning.