Marine Jake

By: Jeff B
(© 2012 by the author)

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AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This story actually started out as a short, one-handed reading exercise, but I discovered the more I wrote the more I was getting into the characters.  This is the first thing I’ve written and posted in over 8 years, and being a huge, huge fan of “The Road Home” by Tyler Peel, I decided it needed to become more than its origin.  I wanted to give the characters some depth and a reason for existing other than a blow job or a quick fuck.

Now I’ll be the first to admit that it comes nowhere close to being “The Road Home”, but I do hope you find something more than just one-handed reading.  I never had an outline for this story, so there are a few jumps in character development; please forgive me for those.  I actually kicked out the first 160 pages in about 3½ days; I was just becoming so engrossed in the story and characters I couldn’t stop writing.  My poor laptop was probably wondering what the hell was going on.  From being used about once a month to being used 12-14 hours a day.

There are 19 chapters to this story.  I know I can get a little long winded at times, and I’m sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy it.  I actually finished with chapter 18 and kind of hit a roadblock.  I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do, so I spent 3 days re-reading “The Road Home” for the first time in 6 years, looking for inspiration.  A week later I decided it was time to bring the story to an end, so chapter 19 brings this story home.

It was a great privilege to write this story, develop the characters and try to bring life to them, and I hope you enjoy it.

For questions, comments, complaints, clarification or just to vent about something, shoot me a line through the link.

This story is a work of fiction; any similarities to people, places or events are purely coincidental.  Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.

Jeff B.

Chapter 1
Meeting Jake 

My name is Mike, I’m 40 years old, not too bad looking if I do say so myself and currently single.  I live in the U.S. but was on a business trip to Germany when my life changed.  This is my story.

I’d arrived in Berlin about a week ago, and had been playing tourist the entire time.  I love Germany, and especially the sights of its capital city.  I was in Germany on business, but I arrived a week ahead of time so I could spend some time in my favorite city.

I arrived at Berlin Central Station about 30 minutes ahead of my scheduled departure time.  I was headed for Sindelfingen, just outside of Stuttgart, in southern Germany.  I had reserved a first-class seat and was just waiting for the departure to be called.  While I was sitting in the waiting area I spotted a really cute, young man carrying a small duffel bag, standing at the ticket counter.  He seemed rather frustrated about something, and I could hear him speaking in English trying to get his point across to the agent.

After about 5 minutes of conversation with the agent he grabbed his duffle bag and turned away from the agent.  His face was adorable, but was also showing incredible stress and frustration.  He just kind of stood there not knowing which way to turn.  My curiosity piqued, I got up and walked over to him.

“Are you OK?  You look really worried.” I asked him.

“No, I’m not OK.  I have to be back on base by tonight and I can’t find my fucking ticket.  I tried telling the agent that I had already purchased the ticket, and even tried to get him to search for it on the computer, but he couldn’t find any record of it.  I figured my return trip was taken care of so I didn’t save enough money to buy a ticket.  I’m so screwed if I don’t make it back on time” he said.

“Which branch of the military are you in?” I asked him.

“U.S. Marine Corps” he replied.

“Well Marine, as a grateful American citizen, let me buy you a new ticket.  Where are you headed?”

“Sindelfingen …” he said kind of in a daze.  Then he looked at me and said, “I can’t let you do that; you don’t even know me.”

“I know you’re a United States Marine, you’re serving our country and I’d be honored to help you.  Besides, what are your choices right now?  Follow me.”  I walked around him and headed up to the ticket agent.  The Marine just stood behind me looking dumbfounded.  I thought it was kind of cute.

I spoke to the agent in German telling him I needed a first class ticket on the 10:30 train to Sindelfingen.  I also told him what compartment I was in and asked him to issue the ticket to the same compartment.  I handed the agent my credit card and waited for him to do the transaction.

The agent looked up at me and asked what name the ticket was to be issued in.  I turned to my new friend and asked him in English.

“Jacob Harrison” he replied.

The agent nodded and went about issuing the ticket and processing my card.  I signed for it, thanked him, took the ticket and handed it to Jacob.

“There you go, with my pleasure and thanks for your service.”

“Thank you, sir.  I don’t know what to say…” said Jacob quietly.

“You just said it.  No more is necessary”, I replied.

He took that opportunity to look at the ticket and noticed there was a compartment assigned to him.  He just looked at me with confusion.

“What is this compartment number?  My ticket up here just had a train number on it.”

“It’s a first class ticket, so they assign a compartment.  It’s much more comfortable and private; usually only 2 or 3 people each.  I did have him put you in my compartment, but if that’s unacceptable to you I can have him change it.”

“First class!!  Holy shit.  Sorry, Sir…”  He looked embarrassed and turned just a shade of pink.  I wanted to hug him, but decided that hugging a Marine in a crowded train station probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Don’t worry about it, Jacob; I’ve said far worse.  By the way, my name is Mike Adler; nice to meet you,” I said sticking out my hand.  He took my hand and shook it firmly and eagerly.

“Nice to meet you too, Sir.  I guess I should formally introduce myself to you.  I am Lance Corporal Jacob Harrison, USMC, from Norfolk, Nebraska”, he said formally, still pumping my hand.

“Well, Lance Corporal Jacob, it is a pleasure to meet you.  They just announced our train, so if you’re ready, let’s head out to the platform.”  I grabbed my briefcase and laptop bag while he grabbed his duffle bag and we walked to the platform.  I had checked my suitcase in, so I was not bogged down with heavy luggage.

We arrived at the train and were shown to our compartment by the staff member standing outside the coach.  I asked Jacob if it was OK if I sat facing forward because I get really carsick if I’m riding backwards.  He chuckled and said of course I could.  We stored our gear and sat facing each other while waiting for the train to depart.  After about 10 more minutes they announced “Board” in German and English, and I felt the train start to move about a minute later.  I was pleased that they hadn’t assigned anyone else to our compartment.

Jacob.  What can I say about him?  Wow!  He is just so irresistibly handsome.  He actually looks like he’s about 16, but I’m assuming over 18 since that’s what it takes to get in the military.  He stands about 5’-11”, 170 lbs with light brown hair and deep, brown eyes.  He’s in great physical condition, with well-defined biceps and neck, and a chiseled face that artists dream of molding into clay.  He also has an incredible ass that is well outlined in his snug Levi’s.  And yes, I also took note of an impressive looking package on the front side of those Levi’s.  His skin is lightly tanned, at least his face and arms, the only parts I can see at the moment.  Then there are his lips.  Oh, hell, books have been written about the seductions that lips like his could perform.  I needed to behave myself.  This could either be the best train ride ever or the longest.

To be continued...

Posted: 08/17/12