A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 3
Have A Seat 

Jason returned before I got back to my unit.  They told me he'd called my barracks and when I went to Toby's he told me Jason had been in.  The young sailor I had met up with came up to the bar where I was sitting.  I remembered his name; Steve. He wasn’t wearing his uniform this time.

"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. Damn, that guy is a stallion! He’s huge!”

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."  He had a knowing smirk on his face that led me to believe that somehow, he knew now I wasn’t the straight teacher he thought I was.  I didn’t know what he might have learned from Jason but I didn’t say anything to confirm or deny.

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 thought he saw on my face were all there.  I was hurt, I was jealous and yeah, I was pissed.  I was also being a first-class hypocrite.  Hell, I'd broken the kid in, for chrissakes, taught him everything 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 didn’t hang around.  I headed for my barracks. He never called.

I was a mess for the next several days and nights.  I went to Toby's every night but came away empty-handed.  Soon my anger and hurt turned to worry. 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 boots."

"If that's what it takes, I’ll kiss your ass," I said. It had been too long since I’d seen Jason, and I wanted to be around if he called again. I think I would have gone back into the office and kissed the sergeant’s bare ass of I had to.  I succeeded in getting out of the assignment so I was there when Jason called again.

"Hey, fucker, can you get off?" he asked.

"Why, you couldn't get hold of Steve?" I asked with sarcasm. 

"What?" he asked, surprised.

"The sailor.  He pretty much filled me in," I said. Fuck, where did that come from? He'd been out God-only-knew-where and he probably didn't even remember fucking the sailor, and I was spouting off like a jealous bitch.  I guess I was jealous.

"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.  I swung by the Trent and got a room just in case.  If we didn’t use it I would go there by myself and get drunk.

Jason was at the bar. I hesitated in the shadows at the door to watch him, laughing and talking to Toby, the muscles of his arms bulging and flexing as he gestured.  When I stepped inside and he saw me he held up his hand to stop Toby from getting me a beer and stood down from the barstool.

"Let's go," he said, without his usual smile, as he approached me.

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 Hotel twice. I was beginning to feel I'd made a mistake spouting off to him the way I did about the sailor.

"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 damn 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 said.

"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."

That surprised me. "No,” I said.

"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, still sounding surly.

"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 lasted barely a half hour.  And for somebody who thought he was so hot to trot, it was hard to even get him warmed up."

"Meaning he couldn't handle you, huh," I said with a smirk that eased the tension more.

"No. He tried, but no."

"He said you fucked him,” I said.

"Not even close," Jason scoffed.  "Hell, I barely got half way in him.  He's a wimp. He was carrying on like a little high school virgin when I pushed the head of my cock through.  He couldn't take it. I started fucking him but he ended up sucking me off and that was it.  So can we reduce it to what it was?  I got a blowjob. And he wasn’t all that good at it."

I thought Steve had put on an act for him but I didn’t say so.  I felt guilty as hell, treating Jason like this, burdened with the secret that I'd broken Steve in when Jason was away.  I should’ve been pissed and disappointed that Steve didn’t perform up to standard since I’d broken him in.  "Let's just 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."

"Well… maybe I should be flattered, that you're jealous," he said with a sly grin.

I stopped.  "Look, before we go any farther…..."

"What?" he asked.

"I, uh…I had Steve, too," I said.

He looked at me with his eyes wide with surprise, 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. I trained him; sorry he didn’t perform well for you but he hasn't taken his final exam yet."

"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 more blocks in silence, the way we sometimes did.  I never knew what was going on in that handsome 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, I do, very much,” he said.

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.

"Damn, 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 laughed.  “I’m gonna slide the bolt all right.”

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. After taking his shorts off and tossing them aside I paused on one 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.

Naked, he took my breath away.  He was a like a god to me.  He was absolute perfection in a man, way beyond what I felt for him inside.  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 inside a body like that. 

I started taking off my clothes.  Instead of going over to the bed, Jason sat in the chair to watch me undress.  My cock was throbbing by the time I freed it from my shorts. Jason's cock always took longer to get hard simply because it was so big. He slumped down in the chair and spread his legs out. He held his cock upright and it stood at near rigid attention. There was precome pouring out of the wide slit.

"Come here, have a seat," he said.

I walked over and took some of his precome on my fingertips and used it for lube in my ass.  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 perfect 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 gradually 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 rose 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 so 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 almost more than I could stand. I wanted to be fucked in the worst way.

"I like this, you being in control," he said.

"I’m… not… exactly… in control,” I stammered between his cock rubbing across my prostate.  “But that surprises me that you said that."

"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 nearly sent him into orbit when I rose 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 again.  It about blew the top of my head off when his cock jarred my prostate.  Finally, I rose 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 always drove me crazy; worse when he did it while he was fucking me.

"Fuckers are standing up nice and 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 all at the same time. "Ohhhh….OHhh, Geezusss, Yess!… Fuck Me!"

"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, begging for his attention.

"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 inside me, then there was the liquid heat of his cum.  I could actually feel the stuff squirting up through the thick seminal tube. The chair was creaking; I hoped it held up through his climax.  Yeah, he needed this. So did I. He relaxed, finally and pulled me tight against him, smashing his face against my chest and my cock hard against his stomach.  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,” he said.  “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 wide open and his semen was going to come draining out like Niagara Falls

"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 then took us back over to the bed.  He tossed the towel out across the bed and laid me down under him.  Then he pulled his cock out and lay beside me.  I liked it this way, when I could hold his cum inside me so it could, at least in my imagination, be absorbed by my body.

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 retreated to his mood.  He was quiet, and relaxed this time.  Not just physically, but emotionally as well.  He needed what he got from me and I was more than happy to oblige, 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, too?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

"Take all the pictures you want," he said again. His mood 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 and put his arm over me.  We lay like that for a long time, enjoying the closeness of 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 relaxed hole. He shoved it inside me all the way and pulled me in tight against him with one arm locked around my chest.

"Let's just lie like this for a while, 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 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.

"I don’t want to say I’m using you, but 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 eerily silent.  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay, 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 in combat.  Just like you would do. I 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, probably in the battalion. 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 me to shoot me. I'm an expert at camouflage, too. You could walk right over me and not even know I’m 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, muscular 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; or hold another man like he was holding me. 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.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15