A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 9
POW

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.

The orderly poked his head in. "Courter, there's a phone call for you in the orderly room,” he said.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe.  I got up and walked... half stumbled…. down to the orderly room, my legs like jelly. My hand shook as I picked up the phone.

"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. "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, the orderly 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 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.

"Can you get me a pass?" I asked. “That was my brother.”

"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 if you need it."

"Thanks."

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

I quickly showered and shaved and got ready.  Very ready. It was always risky, being caught flushing out, but I was willing to take the risk.  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 their pockets and handed it to me.  Shit, I wanted to cry. I pocketed the money and headed out of the gate with a new bounce to my step, like a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  I was the happiest guy in the world.  I reminded myself to go back to the church and thank the two warrior saints for listening and taking some action.  I guess it wasn't wrong that I prayed for him.  I thought of my vow to walk away, and now I was running to him.  I would deal with that later.

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

"No. He said you would know where to find him. He just got dropped off and he didn't want to stick around here in full combat gear.  Hey, do you want a beer first?" Toby asked. “You look like you could use something to calm your nerves.”

"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. “Looks like he’s been in the jungle for a month or so, but even that looks good on him.”

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 238.  If he said I would know where to find him, that would be the room he was in. I paused at the door, 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.  I had imagined this so many times during the past months and this could be one of those imaginations. 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 and with more than a dark stubble of beard.  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 from the spot.  We looked at each other for a long moment before he got up and came toward me, his equipment making soft noises as he moved.  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.  He smelled like the jungle.  He smelled like war.  He smelled like a man.  Godd, he smelled good!

"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 look like shit,” he said. “I smell like shit.”

“No, you look studly as hell and you smell great.  You smell alive.”  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 it.

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

"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 one time 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.

"Dammit, Jason, I've been so afraid….," I choked.

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

"Are you?  I'm almost 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?"

I was stunned at his show of emotion, afraid to believe what he was going to do. Then he tilted his head to one side and touched his lips to mine.  I whimpered and he sort of moaned as the touch quickly turned to a hard, passionate kiss. I loved the roughness of his weeks-old beard and the musky smell of him, the smell of the jungle.  Even his lips were beard 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 that."

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

"I told you before, you can take all the pictures you want.  Take pictures of me in the shower.  Take pictures till the film runs out."

I could barely hold the camera as he began taking off his combat gear. It was such a sensual thing to see, this powerhouse of a man shedding the gear that made him a warrior, slowly transforming himself from a highly skilled killer to a man. When he was shirtless, still wearing his pants and boots and his web equipment belt, I told him to stop and pose for me.  He was awkward at it but that only added to the pose. I kept taking pictures as he took off his combat boots and undid his belt. A tight smile came on his face as he unzipped his pants and shoved them down. Then I saw why.

“I wore it for you,” he said as his pants dropped to his knees, leaving him standing there in the tattered jockstrap.

“And it brought you back,” I said with a smile just as wide as his. Fuck, he looked good in it, the damn thing sagging pitifully but beautifully under the weight of his manhood.  I wondered when it had been washed last, if ever.   He took off his pants and socks and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jock while I kept taking pictures.

“Leave it on,” I said. By that time I was mesmerized to weakness. That's when I noticed the marks and bruises. "What are those marks?  They look like... burns."

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

"You were captured?"  I gasped, the air draining out of my lungs.

"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 longed to know but I knew he wouldn't talk about it till he was ready.  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.

"Naw, 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, part of it from his manly aroma.  By the time I was naked we were both hard, his cock nearly bulging through the mesh pouch of his jockstrap.

“Fuck, I need a shower,” he said as he moved away from me.

“No,” I said quickly.

He gave me a funny look.

“I want you just like you are,” I said.

“Man, I smell like a horse, I haven’t had a shower since….”

“And why shouldn’t you smell like a horse, you’re built like one,” I cut in.

“All right,” he said, nodding. “All right, if that’s what you want, but you might change your mind when you…..”

“I won’t change my mind,” I said.

Instead of going to the bed he sat in the chair, slouched down so his butt was half off the seat. His jockstrap was tented to the tearing point. He rubbed his hand over the pouch. 

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

I trembled inside as I approached him.  I was breaking my promise to God and I was thinking how I could reconcile that with Him. I could only pray that He would understand, that He had brought Jason back for this, not just to test me.  I remembered and took refuge in what the priest had said--that God had made me who I was.  Maybe my two now-favorite saints would put in a word for me.

I didn’t take a seat. Instead I went to my knees between his feet and moved up between his legs. I rested my forearms on his thick thighs and leaned down. He hunkered his butt up as I buried my face in his jock. I whimpered with joy as I mouthed the soft, ragged material, breathing in his musk. How long, I wondered, had it built up.  I lapped my tongue in the apex of his thighs for more of it. I licked his musk away and mouthed his jock again for more. His cock throbbed anxiously, demanding to be released, to be serviced. I tugged the pouch aside so his balls were free and sucked one in my mouth.

“Uuhhnnnnn,” he moaned softly, laying his hand gently on the back of my head.

I licked his nut and sucked it into my mouth and wallowed it on my tongue for a moment then popped it out and sucked in the other one. He moaned again. Then I pulled the pouch off of his cock. It swung up tall and proud and demanding, throbbing and quivering.  I licked up the shaft and lashed my tongue around the sensitive underside of the head, causing it to quiver violently. Godd, I’d never smelled or tasted anything so wonderful. I pulled it down to take it in my mouth but he stopped me, cupping his hands in my armpits.

“You know I don’t like you on your knees like that,” he said.

“Please. I want to be here. You deserve this,” I said, refusing to be helped up. It was the wrong thing to say. He stood, lifting me to my feet. His hot cock pressed against my stomach.

“I don’t like for you to talk like that either. You’re not my slave,” he said.

“Can’t I indulge myself in hero worship?” I asked.

“Not with me. I’m not a hero.”

“Yeah, you are,” I said. “You may not like it, but you are.”

“Dammit, Brad, I wish you wouldn’t…..”

I put my fingers to his lips to shush him and pressed my hand to his chest.  “Please, let me finish what I started.” 

He sat back down and slouched down in the chair so his butt was on the edge of the chair.  I straddled him but I 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 rise 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 me," I told him.

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

"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 and he walked us to the bed.

"Ohhh… Ohhhh…. Ohhhh… Ohhhh," 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 inside me with each step.  He walked over to the door and slid the bolt.

“What’re you doing?” I asked.

“We’re going for a walk,” he said as he opened the door.

“Shut the fuckin’ door!”

He laughed and walked us out in the hallway.

“Jason!” I hissed.  “Ohhh…. Ohhhhhh, Godd!”  The hall was very dim but I was horrified that he was heading for the stairs!  “Jason, we can’t do this.”

“Watch us,” he said, laughing, then he stopped and bounced up and down on the balls of his feet.

“Ohh!  Ohhh!  Ohh, Godd!  Ohhhhh, my god!” I gasped in quiet screams.  He was frying my brain with the pleasure he was giving me and suddenly I didn’t care if we went down the stairs.  I didn’t care if he carried me outside in the street!  Sure as hell he started down the stairs and I came to my sense. “Jason!  No! Go back upstairs!” I hissed as I pressed my hands against the walls to try to stop him. Half way down the stairs on the first landing we ran the risk of someone coming up the stairs from the lobby and also from someone coming down from the hallway.

“Fuck, man, where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked, laughing as he turned around.  Then he didn’t just retreat up the stairs, he ran!

I choked, the pleasure was so unbearably intense. It brought tears to my eyes.  Back inside the room, at the edge of the bed. he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet.

"Awwhhh…. Awwhhh…. Ohhh... .Ohhh, Fuck!" I moaned.

"I think I could make you come this way," he said. "Damn, how come we never thought of this position before?"

After a while he laid me 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, which was wonderful, but now he smelled of sweat and male musk and the smells of combat. Unlike most other times, he didn't get off right away and keep going.  Now he kept holding off.  I told him he didn’t have to.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Thanks for what?” I asked.

“I wanted to make sure you remember what my cock feels like up inside you.  I was trying to hold off and make it good for you,” he said.

“Godd, Jason, when will you ever realize…..”

“I’m gonna come!” he gasped.

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 cum was gushing back around his cock and running out.  It was so intense that his arms were too weak to hold himself 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 gasped. "Thanks, man."

I cocked my head aside. "Thanks?  Where are these thanks coming 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,” I said.

"No, you couldn't possibly," 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 too heavy. I like your weight bearing down on me."

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 deep inside me. I wanted to breathe in the smell of him, the smells of combat and man musk now mixed with the smells of our sex. I nuzzled my face into his armpit and licked the hair there, wet with his sweat.  The male aroma was intoxicating. His cock 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 before I could stop him. "Shit, that was great!"

"Welcome back," I said. I could feel his cum draining out of my ass.

We lay side by side for a moment then he rose up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.  "I really need a shower now," he said. 

I didn't stop him this time.  "So do I," I said.

"Yeah, come on," he said.

I was taken aback that he was inviting me in the shower with him. "You go ahead first, I'm going to take more pictures." 

I stood back with the camera and took pictures of him soaping up and rinsing off but Jason grew impatient.

“That’s enough pictures for now.  Come in here with me.”

I joined him and he pulled tightly against his warm, soapy body. “I need to feel you tight against me,” he said huskily.  But we had to part to wash and I kept a comfortable distance till he began rubbing the soap over my shoulders.  I melted against him, his rubbery cock pressing against my backside. We lingered in the shower, washing each other twice, I thought just so we could have our hands on each other. 

“The shower’s all yours while I shave,” he said.

I almost told him not to shave, I liked the feel and the look of his beard. Instead I quickly rinsed off and grabbed my camera to get some pictures of him shaving.  Suddenly he turned ham on me and began lathering up his balls.  I laughed, thinking he wouldn’t actually shave his balls, not even when he picked up the razor.  I was wrong.  He held his cock to one side and his balls in his other hand and started shaving them. 

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I said, still taking pictures.       

“I can’t either but this is for you; should’ve thought of it sooner,” he said.  “This ought to be a lot better, you won’t get hair in your teeth,” he joked. When he was finished he rinsed off the razor then his balls and dried them off.  “Wanta come and see how that feels against your face?”

I went to my knees, laid the camera aside and nuzzled my face into his crotch, resting the weight of his smooth balls on my cheek. They felt good.

“How do you like that?” he asked, smiling down at me.

“I like it.  It feels wonderful,” I said.  Then I began licking and sucking his balls into my mouth, one at a time.  “I like the texture in my mouth, and they taste wonderful,” I said.

He leaned down to pick up the camera. “Keep doing that,” he said as he started taking pictures of me licking and sucking his balls.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going to get these developed?” I asked.

“I know a place.”  I didn’t know if he did or not. Grinning, he handed the camera off to me and grabbed his shaving cream, squirted some on his finger tips and applied it on his ass. Then he handed me the razor.  “Here, let’s see how my ass feels and tastes all nice and smooth,” he said as he leaned over the sink with his feet planted wide apart and his butt jutted back.

I was so surprised, but I took the razor.  “Are you sure you want me to do this?” I said, checking to see if my hand was steady.

“I trust you,” he said.

“Okay.”  I began shaving the inner slopes of his butt. His butt muscles were so rounded and firm I had to keep pulling one side apart to get deeper with the razor.  Jason reached back to pull them both wide apart, exposing his pucker.  I carefully shaved all the way down into the gully and drew the razor very gently over his clenching hole till it emerged pinkish tan to the light of day for the very first time since he was a young boy.  I crouched there and gazed at it.  It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.  I leaned in and licked it all over.

“Ohhhh, that even feels different,” he moaned.  “How does it feel for you?”

“Wonderful. Feel for yourself.”

He reached back and drew his fingers along the crack of his ass.  “Smooth as a baby’s butt,” he said.

I handed him the razor.  “Stay bent over like that,” I said, as I grabbed the camera.  

“You’re taking pictures of my asshole?” he said, laughing.

“I would take pictures of the inside of your asshole if I could get the camera in there,” I said.  I took several pictures of his asshole while he pulled his butt apart to stretch it open for me.

Then he straightened and turned round, pointing his cock at me, and took the camera from me.

“Let’s get a couple of shots of this,” he said as he jutted his cock at my face.

I took it in my mouth for a few strokes as he photographed our most intimate action. 

We dried off and got back in bed.  I pulled the thin, cotton blanket up over the cum soaked sheets.

Jason shoved his arm under my head and pulled me to him. "I need to feel you up against me," he said for the second time.

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 be the one to 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 finally in a soft, hoarse tone.

"Holding somebody against you?" I asked, surprised.

"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 before he continued.  "I could lay there and watch the moon coming in the window and pretend, and play mind games with myself."  He laughed softly. "If they'd known the moon shining in the window brought even that little speck of comfort, they would've boarded it up. I thought about you, buddy.  I thought about you 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 they don’t deserve it and 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 to me like this and I hung on to his every word.

"Better than what?"  I asked. 

He gave me a confused look.

"You started to say.… the barracks was better than…. what?"

He heaved a big sigh like he wasn't going to answer and he turned his head slightly away from me.

"You brought me into it, Jason, I was your comfort, so you can't shut me out now," I said.

"The, uh.....  Well, you have to understand, they don't like us Navy SEALs very much," he said.  "We are their absolute worst nightmare; 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 a while."

"Oh, Christ!"  I trembled with emotions.

I think he got emotional too, because he didn't say anything else and we lay quiet.

“They put you in one of those water torture cages,” I said softly.

"Hey, but 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? It made me angry that he could joke and make light of it so when I had nearly gone crazy with worry.  “Goddammit!  Can’t you be serious about anything?” I yelled as I shoved away from him and stood beside the bed.

“Whoa!” he said, with a surprised, confused look. “What the hell set you off?”

“You’ve been out there for months and I’ve been worried to the puke stage and you come back and make jokes about your cock. Fuck, are you made of steel?”

He fought to keep from laughing and that pissed me off more.  I went over to the window and looked out.

“I wasn’t joking about my cock, Brad,” he said quietly.

“You’re going to have to explain that,” I said without looking around.

“Lay back down here with me and I will,” he said.

I lay beside him again and he pulled me in tight, back in to our original position.

He laughed softly. "Well, I guess the damn 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."

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,” he went on.  “Then he told me to make it hard.  Well, even after all I'd been through, you know how my cock is when it gets a little attention.  I got a hardon and he sat there and gaped some more.  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 tried to work it up as fast as I could but he was too impatient.  He yelled to a guard to come in and told him to close the door then ordered the guard to his knees and told him to suck my cock so I would shoot.  I thought the poor guard was going to pass out from shock.  He just stood there with his mouth open and his eyes bugged out but the officer yelled at him and he finally did it.  He would've probably been shot if he hadn't done it.  He wasn’t very damned good, but he speeded things up a little. When I was close I shoved the guard out of the way and the officer leaned up closer. I tried to tell him and motioned for him to move out of the way but he just stood there, and I couldn’t move back, or move at all, I was…. well, my ankles were chained to the floor.  He obviously didn’t believe I would shoot that far.  Well, I went off, and it'd been a while, 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 whitewash 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, then he broke out laughing and called the other guards in to show them how I’d soaked his uniform and tell them what’d happened. 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 in to see me and to watch me jack off and shoot a load.  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, but he hadn’t answered my question. 

“How did you escape?” I asked again.

“I was being taken out on a work detail and the guard set his rifle down to take a piss, the dumb-ass.  I grabbed it and whacked him in the back of the head with the butt and took off. We all took off.”

“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 there," 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 rose up, suddenly angry again.  "It’s got everything to do with me!" I snapped.

"I meant…. nothing to do with how you do your job,” he said, taken aback.

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

"Okay, 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 I laid in my bunk, and before that, the nights I was laying out there in the jungle, waiting…. even when I was in the water…. when I was thinking about you, when I was holding you close.... man, it was so real.  You were lying right there with me, up tight against me, just like now.  You were there. Even in the water with me."  He choked and his voice seemed to vanish. 

I was nearly overwhelmed with emotions.

"I tried to be," I said.  "God, with everything in me, I tried to be there."

"Well, maybe it wasn't exactly like you are right now," he said with a chuckle, hugging me tighter.  Then he turned over on his side, facing me and wrapped his powerful arms around me and hugged me tight against his thick chest. My own cock was wedged into the crevice of his thighs.  I fully expected he wanted me to rise 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 this 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 a while 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 beside him, totally bewildered.  I didn't dare believe what I was thinking.

"Y-you... y-you're not.....," I stammered.

"No, you can't fuck me, but I wouldn’t mind if you 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 precum.  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 really was fucking him.  I wondered what he would do if I accidentally shoved my cock in him.

"You can come on my butt," he said.

He hunkered his muscular 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 the charade.  So I let it build up till I was humping his butt so hard the bed shook.

"Ohh... Oh,  Godd, Jason… I'm... gonna... come," I hissed.

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

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 and the small of his back.  I watched the stuff slide down into the crack of his ass and slid my cock in it.

"Damn, Buddy!  You fuckin’ 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 cum-slick cock slipped down into the apex of his thighs.  My cum was the lotion between our muscles.  I laid my face on his shoulder in a pool of my own cum.

"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 rose up to rub the cum over his butt, but the camera caught my eye.  I picked it up and took a picture of his cum laden butt.  He laughed. Then I rubbed the cum into the crevice.  He reared his hips up and I used the stuff as body lotion, massaging his hole.  Then I lay back down on top of him. 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 cum clung to our skin, stretched between us like liquid cobwebs.  I rose up and stood off the bed.

"Do you want the shower?" I asked.

"You go ahead.  Do you want company?" 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, even though it wasn’t the real thing, that was fucking hot," he said, hugging me tightly.

"Think how hot it would be if it was the real thing," I joked, but he didn’t pick up on it.

In the shower, I washed his back and shoulders and his ass  to make sure all the come was washed off.  He seemed to enjoy it so I reached around him and began lathering up his chest and stomach. I washed his manhood then went to my haunches and washed his thighs and his butt.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked while I was on my knees.

He turned around and pulled me to my feet. "Do what?" he asked.

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

"Pay-back," he said.

"Pay-back?  For what?"

He looked at me, acting like he was trying not to. He had a funny look in his eyes, almost scary or panic, like a deer in the headlights.

“For what?” I asked again.

"For… for being there… in that. in that goddamned cage in that fuckin' cold water, and all those times when they… and in the cell with me......"  He wrapped his powerful arms around me and pulled us together.  "….for when I needed you," he finished, choking back a sob. Then suddenly he turned away from me and leaned his head against the side of the shower, his shoulders wracked with sobs.

It was more than I could take; I broke, too. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my naked body against his naked body and cried with him and tried to comfort him by saying nothing, but just by being there…. when he needed me. He reached back with one arm around my hip to hold me against him.  He held me for a long time like that 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 who needed someone and was man enough to admit it, and I was happy that he needed me. It was several moments before he stopped crying and tossed his head back to let the shower spray hit him in the face.

“Fuck!” he swore angrily as he washed his face.

I didn’t say anything; there was nothing to say till he spoke.  I was just happy that he felt okay about baring his soul to me.  He stepped out of the shower first and was drying off while I finished showering.

“Sorry I broke and got so sappy,” he muttered.

“That wasn’t sappy and you didn't break,” I said.

"I don't like doing that," he said.

“You started to say something,” I said hesitantly.  “Something about what they did to you…..”

“No need to go there,” he said, shaking his head.

I didn’t push it. "You need to get over it, Jason…. the opening up…. what you see as a weakness.  You're human, just like the rest of us.  But you got through it on your own, Jason, with your own courage. I wasn’t there.  Not really,” I said.

“You don’t know that.  I do.  You were there,” he said, his voice steady and strong, speaking more matter-of-fact. "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, and walked out of the bathroom.

I didn’t understand what he was saying. He was standing at the bed with his foot cocked up on the bed, drying his legs.

"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, even pulling it on it to get it hard.

"Shit, I need a wide-angle lens for this," I joked as he displayed his huge hardon.

"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, bent over. In one he pulled his butt apart for me again. Then he stretched out on the bed, legs spread out, and began stroking his cock. He motioned for me to join him. I took his picture first. When I did, he put his arm out for me to lie on and pulled me in tight against his body. Neither of us spoke for a long time, and I wasn’t going to till he did.

“You said I got through it on my own courage,” he said in a soft, husky voice. “I was scared. For the first time, I was really scared. Hell, I was praying.”

“Welcome to the human race,” I said.

He cocked his head around and looked at me, his lips pursed in a tight smile that wouldn’t quite come.

“Sometimes I don’t think you are human,” I said. “You’re so damned tough and macho and steely-eyed.… fuck, even cold in the eyes sometimes.”

“I have to be that way,” he said.

“Not with me. It’s okay to be human around me, like a minute ago. And a lot of us pray, stud. I prayed a lot these last many weeks,” I said. “I spent a lot of time on my knees in the church even, begging some saint to bring you back safe.”

“And I thought it was my jockstrap,” he joked.

It was funny but I didn’t laugh.      

“I even made a pact with God,” I said. “And broke it,” I added.

“A pact?”

“A promise; if He brought you back alive and well, I.… I  would walk away…. wouldn’t touch you again.”

He looked at me with a smiling scowl. “Why would you make a promise like that?”

“Because I thought if I got my life back on the straight and narrow, He might listen,” I said.

“I didn’t’ realize your life was on such a crooked, wide path,” he said.

“I’m Catholic, Jason. What we’re doing goes against everything I was taught.”

“I’m sorry I led you astray,” he scoffed.

“You didn’t lead me anywhere; I found my way all on my own,” I said. “I even told a priest.”

“About us?” he asked surprised.

“About who I was praying for, and why. He didn’t condemn me for it.”

“Then maybe God won’t either,” Jason said. “I mean, He’s the boss up there and down here, isn’t he? He’s got all the answers.”

“I wondered about that,” I said.  “When I told the priest I’d given up on the saint I was praying to, he introduced me to two saints he said would listen and understand.  St. Sergius and St. Baachus. They were two fierce warriors on the Roman army who were openly gay.”

“No shit, the church actually canonized two gay saints?”

          “Well it might’ve been the Byantine church, I don’t know,” I said.

“I don’t believe you were praying for me to get back just so you could have sex with me.”

“You know it’s more than that,” I said.

“Then I don’t think anybody’s going to condemn you for caring about somebody.” Then he smiled, one of those mischievous grins that made me tingle inside. “But since I made it back, whether it was the saint or my jockstrap that did it, sex was part of it, wasn’t it?”

“Sex would be all of it, if that’s what you want,” I said.

“But it’s not all of it,” he said, his smile vanishing from his handsome face as he leaned down over me. “I want you,” he said huskily, almost a whisper. “I want you so fuckin’ bad, more than anything in the world right now.” Then he brushed his face against my face as his lips found mine.

“You’ve got me, stud. Anytime.”

“What about your promise?” he asked.

“I can’t keep it,” I said.  "God probably knew that when I made it.  He probably ignored it, or maybe He shrugged it off as so much nonsense the minute I made it."

It was a long, passionate kiss.  It was Jason who grabbed the camera this time.  He held it out at arms’ length to take a picture of us kissing.  When we parted, I told him, “I liked your beard.”

He laughed. “You’re nuts, you know that? You liked my beard, you like me all cruddy and smelly, you like my jockstrap that’s never been washed…..”  He let his voice trail off as he rolled over on top of me, nudging his cock into the apex of my thighs again. I started to lift my legs up and he brought them the rest of the way to his shoulders.

We didn’t get around to talking about the letter he had written and given to Toby to give to me.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 rp