A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 7
Making Do 

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. Meanwhile, there was talk of Americans crossing over into Thailand and Cambodia and Laos. He could be anywhere. 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 he was gone for more than three weeks."

"It's from.......?"  I knew who it was 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 for whatever reason, and there're some personal details I want you to 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 put it off too many times, and the LT has been riding my ass about it.  He finally ordered me to get it done.  So I am hereby designating that if it comes down to it, that letter is to be given to you, because you give a shit about me.  All you have to do is make yourself known to my CO and show this letter along with some ID.  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 much of anything I’ve got.  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.  Damn, she was the best damned piece of ass I ever had when I needed it the most!  (Well...maybe not the best!).  So, having said that, you certainly 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 a Navy SEAL.  I am damned proud of who I am and what I do. Okay, I guess they will let you know if and when the time comes.  Meanwhile, we need to assume that I've simply been relocated somewhere and I just can't tell you where.  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.

Your 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 quietly as he shoved a beer glass in front of me and poured it half full of Jack Daniels.

I handed him the letter. 

 “Do you want me to read it?” he asked.

I nodded.

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.  Then with a scowl he asked, “Don’t you have one on file?  Everybody’s supposed to.”

I thought for a moment then remembered, yeah, we all had to do that when we came over here. 

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 have a feeling he’s going to need that, and so are you."

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 had the awful gut feeling that he was in Cambodia or Thailand or Laos. I choked up because it was the first I realized how much I truly loved the guy.  I know, I'd said it to him but it hit me full force now.

It felt like my life was crumbling around me. I knew Jason would expect me to hold it together, but 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.

"It’s 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, you've got a job do.  Very important work and you are one of the best I've got.  I can't afford for you to go haywire 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.  There was no word from Jason so I didn't hang around.  I headed for the Dragonfly 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.  What the hell was I 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... or if I could even get a hardon for Ling.  But there was a sense of obligation or something, even a sense of duty, to myself and to the Marines, and to Jason.  I had the crazy idea that 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. I was impressed that she remembered me.

"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 just 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, much 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 damn 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 early-morning the next day I got a room at the Trent Hotel.  On the way up in I gave the clerk some extra money and told him to have somebody bring me up some cold beer.  I took a shower to wash off the stench of the all night sex then stretched out on the bed. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.

“Come in, it’s open.”

A boy came in carrying a six-pack. He closed the door behind him and came over to the bed, his eyes raking over my naked body.     

“You want… here?” he asked timidly, motioning at the chair beside the bed.   I call these guys kids, they’re not that much younger than me but they still have the look of innocence about them, no hardened battle lines around their eyes.

“Yeah, there’ll be fine,” I said, rising up on one elbow to get the money I’d laid out for his tip.

He put the money in his pocket. “I open one for you,” he said as took one beer from the pack and popped the top. He handed it to me. “Anything else you want me do for you?” he asked. It was unmistakable what he had in mind, from the way he was looking at me. “No more money; I like,” he said with a wave of his hand over my naked body.

“Okay, sure, go ahead,” I said, wondering if the clerk had intentionally sent this particular boy to me.

He crawled on the bed between my legs and began sucking my cock. He was good, and I appreciated the attention. I lay there under the soft breeze from the ceiling fan and watched the boy slurp and slobber and suck my cock while I sipped my beer.  I took my time about working it up. He seemed grateful for the load I gave him and said he would come to my room anytime, just let the clerk know and ask for Tommy.

       “Yeah, thanks, I’ll remember you, Tommy,” I said.  He'd said no more money but I gave him a tip anyway and he took it.

I sacked out for most of the rest of the day, except to get something to eat.  There was no checkout time posted at the Trent.  Late in the afternoon I showered again and stretched out on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling fan while I waited for the time to go over to Toby's. It felt good to let my thoughts ramble without putting them in any particular order.

"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 a young sailor came in.  The cute one... Steve. Toby scowled and I remembered he’d kicked him out of the bar.

“It’s okay, I’ll handle him,” I said. I didn’t want there to be a scene.  Steve came up to me.

“I saw you come in,” he said.  Then to Toby, “Don’t worry, I’ll leave.” Then back to me. "Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a room at the Trent would you?" 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, and 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 actually 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 let you in the room."

"Okay!  We'll meet the guy outside," he said. 

“No. You guys go in the back way. I’ll go in front and meet you at the room,” I told him.

“Okay.”

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, and have a refresher course before I graded him. 

At the hotel I picked up my key and went upstairs. I let myself in and waited at the door. I did a double-take when I saw them coming down the hall. He was with another kid! I waved them inside and closed the door behind us, then turned to get a better look at the guy before I left them alone. He was 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, much like the boy who had given me such a great blow-job.

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

"I don’t know, he’s in the army," he said.

“Nineteen,” the kid 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 Vietnamese army," Steve explained.

I didn't ask any more questions.  Like I said, you can't tell their age. I started to leave.

"Don’t you want to stay?" Steve asked.

I hesitated at the door.  Damn, what an invitation!  Steve was cute in his own 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 don’t want to be in the way.  I can come back later,” I said.

"Sure.  He don't mind," said Steve.

"Stay. You won’t be in the way," the kid said.

They were already taking off their clothes. The young soldier... Duane was his name, probably Americanized from Dwang or something... 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 but he still looked fourteen.  From what I'd seen and a lot I'd heard, the Vietnamese males weren’t overly endowed, which was the reason Vietnamese women loved American GIs and their big cocks. Then it hit me.  Duane’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, and his name. 

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. Steve was well-hung, too.  Not as big as me; neither of them were, but on his stature, his cock looked plenty big. I wanted to bury my face in his wash-board abs and work my way down.  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.  I straightened and tossed my shorts aside and stood with my much bigger cock hanging out proudly.

"Holy Shit!" Duane 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’d shacked with the big, burly sergeant and I’d just gotten my cock sucked by the Vietnamese boy after all night with Ling, but things were different now, after the letter.

"I like to watch, if you don’t mind," 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 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 in his absence and I was sorry I had agreed to let them use my room; sorry that I’d let the boy suck my cock. I would have preferred 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.

I saw that Steve didn't need any more fuck lessons from me.  Duane 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.  Duane 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, Duane, 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. 

“Oh, please, at least jack off for us,” Steve begged. “I want him to see you shoot your load.”

“Yes, jack off and shoot your load on us,” Duane said.

“Maybe some other time,” I said. I needed for them to go.  If I let them stay I wasn't sure I could stay out of the bed and I didn’t want that to happen. They were disappointed but thankful for letting them use my room.  I did relent to Duane’s begging and let him give my cock a few slurps just before he left but I 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 again. It was mesmerizing; therapeutic in a way.  I was lying in cum but I didn't mind.  I thought of Jason. No doubt, 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 had for me. 

I lay for a long time, basking in the gentle breeze from the fan and fondling my cock, then I got up and showered yet again to wash off the boys’ cum before I got dressed and went back to Toby's.  Jason wasn't there, and I had the sinking feeling that I didn't know if he ever would be again.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 pr