A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 10
Jason’s Base Camp 

I had a real hardon against the VC when I went back to work. Every one they brought to me I saw as one who had held Jason in that water cage or put their fuckin’ cigarettes out on his beautiful muscles or tortured him in other ways.  He never told me that’s what they did, but I knew. I seethed with anger every time they brought me one.  I hated the bastards and I used that hate and anger to get out of them what I wanted.

The war wasn't going well.  It hadn't been for a long time despite the escalations, and if the colonel knew I was using unorthodox tactics to extract information, he didn’t mention it.  There didn't seem to be a plan for the war, and worse of late; no purpose.  It was all about body counts, and they were lying about that.  A lot of us were beginning to wonder what the hell we were doing in VietnFdimnessam. 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. From what I could glean 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 the city he commandeered a Jeep and we drove off to his base camp. I don't know how far we went but it was like we were traveling deep into the bowels of nowhere.  Finally we rolled up to the compound.  It was like a small, busy city carved out of the jungle.  Way off to one side was a baseball field, with several guys in combat boots and shorts throwing a baseball. I let my eyes linger in that direction for as long as I dared. Jason took me to his hooch where he lived with a squad of nine other guys.  It bore some resemblance to our barracks except it was a tent with a board floor and it was much smaller. It was hot and the six guys there 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 introduced me to 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 we shook hands, I was having fantasies about being their hooch boy.  We didn't stay long; just long enough to chat. I did get invited into a card game going on in the corner but I declined.

“Looks too serious to me, and I can’t afford to lose any money this far out from payday,” I said.

“Glad somebody’s got something to live for,” one of them mumbled.

Just then a lean, muscular guy stepped inside, his upper body glistening with sweat.

“This is Jude,” Jason introduced me.

“Hey,” he said with a wave of the glove on his hand. “You play baseball?”

“I didn’t make the majors,” I joked.

“Fuck, this ain’t even the minors,” he said as he walked over to a footlocker.

“Hey, what the fuck are you doing in my foot locker?” one of the other guys growled.

“I need your glove,” Jude said. He found the glove and tossed it to me. “Get your glove,” he told Jason.

But Jason was hesitant. "I’m up for it, but we head back now or you spend the night," he said.  "We don't want to be driving that route back after dark."

It was a thought; spending the night. I envisioned being cooped up in the small, hot hooch with six or eight hard-muscled, sweaty guys and being passed around from bunk to bunk. It was only a dream, and it wasn’t the reason I stayed. I stayed because I wanted to get in the ball game with these guys. Jason and I took off our shirts as we walked out to the field.

“What position,” Jude asked me.

“Anywhere,” I said. “I can fuck up one position as good as another.”

I took left field. Jason took over as catcher.  He had the legs for it. The game was fun, and the guys on the field were a lot friendlier than the six guys in the hooch. It felt good to work up a sweat, and it was nice to watch the other soldiers' muscles all sweaty. It was anybody’s guess who won the game, and I didn’t think anybody really cared. By the time the game ended it was getting dark.  We went down to the river to swim and cool off before chow; yeah, I was spending the night and looking forward to it  Not that I really expected anything to happen but a guy can dream..

Several guys were sent out on patrol after chow, four of them from Jason’s hooch. I couldn’t bow out of the poker game this time, and I lost some money, but I didn’t mind losing to these guys. Dangerous as it was, I liked the different atmosphere of being in the jungle with the guys who were in the middle of the fighting.

“Brad, here, is the one who squeezes the Intel out of the gooks you bring in,” Jason told the guys.

“Getting any good stuff out of them?” one of them asked.

“It’s not what he gets out of them, it’s what the pricks at the top do with it,” another said.

I got the impression that Intel wasn’t looked upon too favorably, and I tried to steer the conversation in another direction. I finally folded and backed out of the game and stepped across the aisle to sit on a footlocker and watch.

“You wanta hit the rack, you can have the bunk down at the end,” one of them said.

“Is he on patrol? I don’t want some guy to come back off patrol and find me in his bunk,” I said.

“He was on patrol last night. He’s on his way back home in a body bag,” the guy said, calm as hell.

I felt strange sleeping in the dead man’s bunk, but I didn’t want to sleep on the rough, board floor.  I had the feeling that they might have little intruders scurrying across the floor in the night.  As the others were getting into the bunks, I held back to see how they slept.  All but one of them stripped down naked, including Jason.  Again, I had to fight to keep my eyes from wandering or fixing on him or any of the others. Oddly, none of them seemed to even notice Jason’s magnificent nakedness.  I supposed they were used to it.

A nightlight at the door cast a dim glow through the hooch. I could make out the men in their bunks but only as masculine figures.  The guy in the bunk next to me rolled onto his side facing me and I caught a glimpse of his impressively hefty manhood hanging down over his thigh.  I was terrified when I raked my eyes upward over his body and came into direct eye contact with him and saw the thin smile on his handsome face.  He was coming on to me!  For a fleeting few seconds, I considered the possibility.  I could slip out of my bunk and crawl over to his and give him a blowjob without anyone seeing us. Or I could get up and go outside and maybe he would follow. But there was Jason to think about. It wouldn’t be good for Jason if these guys knew about me. I turned over with my back to him and satisfied myself with the possibilities. But the longer I laid there the more I thought about it. Maybe the guy would consider it a favor, that Jason had brought me along for the purpose of servicing his friends. Nobody knew that Jason and I hung out together when he was in Saigon. I turned back over. The guy was still awake. When I turned over, he turned onto his side, facing me again. Our eyes met and the electricity sparked.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to move.  If Jason was awake, I didn’t want him to see me. We waited, the two of us, eyeing each other in the dim light. Then I heard snoring. The guy swiped his hand down over his sweaty chest and stomach. “Shit, it’s stifling in here, I gotta get some air,” he mumbled softly as he got up and headed for the door. I was surprised he didn’t bother to put anything on.

I waited an appropriate but short moment and when I saw no movement in Jason’s bunk I got up and went out too, also naked. I glanced down as I walked by Jason’s bunk and he was asleep. I hoped.  Outside I looked around and saw the figure of a man step back in the shadows of some trees overhanging what looked like stacks of ammo boxes, twenty yards away. I walked in that direction, into the shadows and heard him whistle softly. I followed the sound down the narrow pathway till I found him leaning back against a stack of cases.  He was stroking his cock.  I glanced around.

“It’s okay, there’s nobody else back here,” he whispered.

I approached him pulling on my own cock, unsure what he wanted.

“Do you give head?” he asked.

In reply, I went to my knees. There was no time or reason for inhibitions or dancing around the issue; we both knew what we were there for.  He lifted his cock and laid the head on my tongue and I sucked him in.

“OOOhhhhhh, Fuuuuccckkkkk!” he moaned softly.

He thrust forward and I let him shove his rubbery cock all the way down my throat.

“Ohhhh, Fuck!” he swore again. “Nobody ever did that before.”

We alternated between me sucking his cock and him fucking my face.  He didn’t try to hold off.  It was sex, pure and simple, for both of us.  He needed it and I wanted it. It lasted about ten minutes, then suddenly he clasped his hands around the back of my head and humped my face for all he was worth.  I mean, he pounded my throat with his big cock. Finally, he slammed his pubes against my face and held me there and ground his loins against my nose and belched hot cum down my throat.  He must’ve been saving it up for a while; he shot off a hell of a load. I let him leave his cock buried in my throat; I was in no hurry to part. After a moment he slowly withdrew his cock and it fell with a soft, wet smack against his thigh. He let go of my head and put his hand down to pull me to my feet.

“Goddamn! I’ve never been deep throated like that,” he said.

“Does this kind of stuff happen often?” I asked.

“No, not really. Sometimes when the pressure builds up. Not from lack of sex, the pressure from the war,” he said. “Fuck, I needed that. Thanks.”

“I could tell. Glad to do it. How long have you been saving that up?”

“Shit, four, five days,” he said.

“It felt like four or five weeks worth.”

“Yeah, there’s always a lot.  Do you take care of Jason?” he asked.

“No,” I lied. “Not that I wouldn’t like to, but he’s so straight, I think he’s got a ramrod stuffed up his ass.  I don’t know what he would do if anybody tried anything.” Suddenly I felt like a slut, sneaking out of Jason’s hooch to service one of his buddies.

“Probably the same thing I did; feed you his cock. If you could handle it,” he said.  “Fucker is huge.”

“Have you ever seen him with a hardon?” I asked.

“Yeah, several times. HUGE!” He held his hands out about a foot apart.

“No way. Nobody’s hung like that,” I said.

“God’s truth,” he said. “Hey, want me to say something to him; tell him you gave me head?”

“No!” I said quickly. “No, don’t do that.”

“How do you guys know each other?” he asked.

“We don’t really know each other,” I said. “I met him in a bar, and we see each other now and then when he’s in the city and have a beer together.”

“Hey, I don’t wanta sound selfish, but could we do that again?” he asked as he pulled on his rubbery cock.

I went down on him again. The poor guy needed it and I wanted it. I jacked off while I sucked him, hoping to get off myself, but he shot another nice load in my mouth before I could get off.

“Listen, I don’t usually do shit, but I could finish you off by hand if you want me to.  I owe you, for the two best blowjobs I ever had.”

“Naw, I’m okay. You don’t owe me anything,” I said.  “I was glad to do it.   I’ll do it again if you need me to.”

“Shit, you’re really hungry for cock,” he said, laughing.  “Listen, maybe I shouldn’t be telling you this, but… well, one of those times when the pressure was getting unbearable, the entire hooch was on edge, everybody was drinking, we were playing poker, some guys were smoking grass.  Somebody suggested strip poker and pretty quick we were all naked.…fuck, we’re naked all the time together, but this was different, you know. The conversation got around to sex, and guys started playing grab-ass and long story short, things got out of hand.  Guys started jacking off, then trading hand jobs, then one of the guys dared another to go down on him.  Like I said, we were drunk, and the guy did it.  Nobody got fucked, but shit, guys were sucking cock….it was the wildest damn time I ever saw.”

“Did Jason get involved?” I asked.

“He never went down on anybody, but there were a lot of guys swinging on his big horse cock. Fuck, the hooch smelled like cum for days.  Must’ve been a gallon of the stuff shot off that night.”

“Did you go down on anybody?" I asked.

He hung his head.  “Not proud of it, but yeah, I did.”

“Jason?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what I was leading up to. If you wanted to try anything with him, I think he would be up for it.”

“Thanks for the heads-up,” I said.

“Thanks for the head,” he said, laughing.

Jason and I headed back into Saigon the next morning. 

“Hey, sign me out,” he told one of his buddies.

“For how long?”

“Till I get back,” Jason said.  

There was no mention of me and his buddy leaving the hooch so I assumed Jason had been asleep the whole time. Back in 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.  When I was checked in I went to Toby’s.

I held up two fingers as I walked in.

“Are you thirsty, or do you have a friend coming?” he asked.

“Jason’s meeting me,” I said.

“Great. Hey, Steve got it," he announced casually as he was getting our beers.

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

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

"The fuckin' bastards!" I swore. 

“What?” Jason had just walked up to the bar. Toby told him what’d happened.

"Probably mamma-san on her way to market," he said sarcastically.

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 feel his naked body against mine.  It was always such a comfort. But I couldn’t just drag him out, so 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.  We headed straight for the hotel.

"Damn, 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 to before.... but my time is up in a few weeks."

I was devastated to be reminded; I grew visibly shaken.  I knew his end date, but I'd put it out of my mind and forgotten all about it.  "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, and 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 in law 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.  Or much of anything else," 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 loony 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 know what your job is?"

"Nobody in my family knows anything about what I do," he said. "So far as they know, I'm in the Navy."  He laughed.  "I don't know if I ever even told them I was in the SEALs.” He dug out his wallet and took out a picture and handed it to me. It had one side clipped off.  “That’s him.”

“Who was standing beside him that got cut off?” I asked.

“Nobody. He was wearing a black armband on that arm,” he said. “I cut it off.”

"There are people 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, too; 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 that.  My mom, she just didn't want to lose 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 back there with all the protestors."

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

"Yeah.  But if they don't, the country's not that big.  We'll still manage to 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 butt, I would never forget it, and I liked to think it meant something.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 rp