A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 107
Home Alone 

I got the boys up then went down to start breakfast.  I went into the living room to cover up Blackburn’s bare ass first.  The rug was still damp and sticky. It would need to be cleaned. The boys came down one by one, still in various states of undress, and pitched right in, setting the table and pouring juice.  I sent Colby back up to wake Jason.

“And make sure he’s up, don’t let him go back to sleep,” I said.

He returned, smiling.  “Is he up?” I asked.

“Is he ever,” he said, laughing and shaking his head.

“One of you go wake Blackburn.”

Colby was closest to the door. 

“You better stand back when you wake him don’t forget, he’s a trained killer,” Jordan said.

Colby came back in the kitchen with smirking grin.

“Did you get him awake?” Nolan asked.  “Did he hit you or anything?”

“No, he was already awake.  He was up too.”  The boys snickered. “The rug’s all damp and sticky.”

I pretended not to hear.

Blackburn came into the kitchen; he’d slipped on his briefs, for all the good they did. His “up” had gone down some but he was still sporting a very obvious bulge, quite proudly, it seemed.  I thought he liked showing off to the boys. 

“Good morning, sir.”  From all around the kitchen, the boys greeted him. 

“You want coffee, sir?” Braden asked.

“That sounds great.”

“How do you like it?”

“Straight.”

Braden rushed to get his coffee while I noticed how the boys watched the big, muscular Marine. They bordered on ogling him. He was something to behold, that was for sure, and it was good to see such admiration in their eyes.  The way Colby and Braden looked at him, their eyes following his every move, was something beyond mere admiration.  Same with Nolan.  Twice I made eye contact, and the boys looked away. 

I told Braden to fill my thermos with coffee. “Better go back up and kick Jason in the ribs,” I told Colby. “Make sure he’s up this time.”

“Don’t have to worry about that,” he joked.

“Don’t come down without him this time,” I said.  “And don’t take too long,” I added with a knowing glance. He looked away again but with an equally knowing smile

Colby came back down a few minutes later with Jason in tow, wearing shorts and a T-shirt. 

“Was that too long?” Colby quipped under his breath.

Colby and I were starting to understand each other.

“Somebody get the toast out of the oven,” I said.  “Why am I having to tell you boys what to do this morning? You know the routine.” 

As I often did, I picked around as I was making breakfast and I didn’t sit down at the table to eat.  I finished eating what I wanted standing up. I wished I could stay back but I was the foreman and duty called.  I went around the table, kissing each boy on the top of his head.  I wondered when the older ones would tell me they were too old for it.

“You’ll be here when I get off work,” I said to Blackburn.

“If you don’t break my plate,” he said.

“Good.  Stay as long as you can.”

“Yeah, we wanta take you horseback riding,” Colby said.

“You just want him to stick around so you can drive his car,” Little George said.

I left for work, leaving Jason to get the boys off to school and clean up the kitchen. 

How It Happened

As told By Jason 

I wished Brad could’ve stayed home from work but I knew he wouldn’t make such a whimsical decision.  He had too strong a sense of responsibility. On the other hand, I didn’t mind all that much being left alone with Warrant Officer Blackburn.  I thought about him during the night.  I couldn’t get over his ass!  I woke up thinking about him; and now as a challenge, his ass was something to be breached. He had an ass that cried out to be fucked. We sat at the table, lingering over coffee.

“Well, I was thinking last night that I’d take you horseback riding today but it sounds like we’d better leave that to the boys,” I said.

“There is something I think we oughta do,” Blackburn said.

“What’s that?”

“Brad said you guys have talked about converting the fireplace to gas.”

“I don’t know squat about running a gas line.”

“I can do it if you wanta go pick out a unit to set in the firebox.”

“It’s a great idea, but it wasn’t what I had planned for excitement,” I said. “How about we go pick out the unit and we can install it tomorrow, if you can stick around another day.”

“I like your plan better,” Blackburn said. “That’ll give us time for you to show me around the place. I would especially like to explore your woods and see the creek. Is the creek good for swimming?”

“Sure.  The boys go skinny dipping all the time.”

“Now that sounds like a plan.”

“Why don’t you go ahead and shower while I clean up here,” I said.

“Why don’t we both clean up here and both go up and shower,” he said.

“Fuck, we’re just full of good ideas this morning,” I joked.

Cleaning up didn’t take long.  Showering did. There was nearly always more than one boy in the shower but it wasn’t designed to hold two men our size.  Brad and I didn’t even shower together although we often sat and watched each other shower.  But Blackburn and I squeezed in.  It was a nice, tight fit. I still wasn’t sure what to expect from the guy but I was getting a good idea from the way he so willingly squeezed into the shower with me.  I decided to play it by ear and work him up to the ultimate goal that I had in mind; and I was willing to do about anything to fuck his ass.

We traded the soap back and forth, washed each other’s backs.  He offered first.

“Is this SOP in the Marines now?” I asked.

“It’s been known to happen,” he said.

He washed down to my butt and stopped and handed me the soap and turned his back to me.  I washed down to his slim waist and over the curvature of his butt muscles then slid my soapy hands around front and washed back up his stomach and chest, taking it a step further than he had with me. He didn’t say anything or tell me to stop.  The sensual quickly turned sexual; when I washed back down his solid abs I started washing his hard manhood.  I gave his cock a few strokes with my soapy hands then moved back around to his butt.  I wanted it to be good and clean.  He had moaned softly and thrust his cock through my fist when I washed it. He was more verbal when I washed his ass.

“Ohhh, you should work in a spa, you have very talented hands,” he said.

“It would have to be a sex spa,” I said.

“Is there any other kind?”

I finger-scrubbed his crack, paying extra attention to his asshole.  He let out a gasping moan when I shoved two fingers through to wash inside.

“Is this what’s called deep cleaning?” he asked over his shoulder.

I scrubbed his ass clean as deep as I could reach.  He was facing the shower spray. “Now lean over so we can rinse,” I said.

There wasn’t room to lean very far but the water cascaded down his back, over his butt and into the crack of his ass.  I caught the water in my hands to rinse in deep. Then I squeezed down to my haunches. I swear my heart rate jumped as I gazed at the twin mounds of perfectly shaped muscle and worked them in my hands. He straightened, pressing himself against the side of the shower and jutted his butt back as far as he could, right in my face.  The water continued to cascade down his back and into his crack.  I buried my face in his ass and that dammed up the flow and the water flowed over my face. I reached around to stop him from stroking his cock. I didn’t want to get him off; this was only foreplay. I was saving the best till later.  I rimmed him for several minutes.  I had to force myself to stop. He moaned and whined when I did.

It might have ended there but I couldn’t get enough of him. I was mesmerized by his body.  His muscles were like a drug.  I kept kissing his butt.  Then I kissed down his hamstrings, and on down to his bulging calves. Even his feet were sexy.  I lifted one and sucked his toes.  Brad would’ve been surprised at the way I was acting.  I was surprised myself.

“Ohhh, fuck, I never had anybody do this stuff to me before,” he said.

I made my way back up his legs and spent another moment on his butt before I explored his back and his broad shoulders with my mouth.  I kissed the back of his arms as I turned him around. I kissed his bicep and when he raised his arms I buried my face in his armpit. I nuzzled his thick neck and moved down to his chest. I would be hard pressed to choose a body part but his chest was a work of art, with broad, thick muscles, like two big slabs of beefsteak.  I kissed across the left side till I zeroed in on the nipple.  He groaned and put his hand around the back of my head as I sucked and nibbled on it.  Then I moved to the other side to give it equal treatment.

“My Godd, you’re beautiful,” I whispered hoarsely as I made my way downward again. It was unlike me but I felt naughtily like a bitch in heat.  I’d never felt like this before, not even with Brad. He often mentioned how far I’d come but he would never believe this of me.

Blackburn’s stomach was like twin stacks of bricks with the edges smoothed off.  I kissed down and back and forth, covering every inch of the crevices separating his ab muscles. I trembled inside as I moved lower.  His cock was standing out with a sexy curve upward.  I pushed it aside to make my way down his left leg.  I covered it with kisses, back and forth, down to his knees.  Godd, even his knees were sexy.  Then I moved back up the inside of his other thigh.  I pushed my face into the apex and he set his feet apart to give me more room. I nuzzled in under his balls, then opened up to let one of them fall into my mouth.  As I sucked and licked and mauled it I looked up at him, across the furrowed plain of his stomach. It was the first I fully realized that I was worshipping his body, and it was a wonderful feeling.  He was like a god to me, fully deserving of my humble worship.

I passed by his cock again with a quick kiss, then I stood up.

“Godd, you are so hot!” he gasped.

“That was just a preview,” I said as I stood and opened the shower.  I stepped out and tossed him a towel, leaving him with his raging hardon.

He was surprised and I thought a little disappointed when I started getting dressed. 

“We’re leaving it like this?” he asked.

“Got errands to run, remember?” I said, leaving him in agony.

We got dressed and drove into town to pick out an inset unit for the fireplace. I thought I should wait and have Brad help pick it out but Blackburn convinced me that I should surprise him.  We grabbed a sandwich and a couple of beers at The Pub while Blackburn went on about how anxious he was to go swimming in the creek.  I was anxious too; anxious to finish what I’d started earlier in the shower.  To what end, I didn’t know yet, but I was sure as hell going to push the envelope.

“What’s your name, by the way, besides Warrant Officer Blackburn?” I asked on the drive home. 

He laughed.  “I would tell you but I’m afraid you would call me that.”

“If it’s your name, why not?”

“Sebastian.”

“Sebastian.  That’s a classy name. Hell, yeah, I’m gonna call you that.  So will the boys; they’re gonna love it.”

“You’re not gonna tell them.”

“Hell yeah, I’m gonna tell ‘em.  Sebastian Blackburn.  It’s got a good ring to it.”

“Actually, it’s Sebastian Montgomery Blackburn.”

“Then I’ll call you Monty,” I said.

“No, absolutely not Monty.  Sebastian will do fine,” he said.

When we got home we unloaded the unit in the shed.  We would install it tomorrow and surprise Brad when he got home from work. Sebastian was anxious to go swimming. He said he had to use the bathroom first.  I grabbed a blanket and some towels.  I waited on the porch, wondering what was taking him so long.  He finally came out and we headed for the creek.

“You guys have got your own little piece of paradise here,” he  said.

“We like it.   It was the first place we looked at.  We thought it would be the perfect place to raise our two boys.  Turns out that was more true than we imagined.  We couldn’t have this bunch of boys we’ve got now if we didn’t have this place.”

I undressed in slow motion as I watched Sebastian take off his clothes.  That in itself was live art in motion. I was surprised that I was so struck by his male beauty but he mesmerized me.  When he was naked I guided him to the spot where it was safest to wade out into the water then dive in.  It wasn’t safe to do a real dive off the bank.  I watched him wade in and when he dove under I hurriedly took off the rest of my clothes.

We swam and frolicked like a couple of teenagers but it didn’t get grab-ass or physical.  We simply enjoyed the water and the freedom of swimming naked. Several times he floated downstream then swam back against the current.  There was some competition but we didn’t declare it so.  He was a good swimmer but I was better. We didn’t make anything of it. I was anxious to get out and get on with other things but I gave us a respectable amount of time in the creek before I announced I was getting out. I thought Sebastian might have wanted to get out too, but didn’t want to be the one to suggest it and lead the way.

He was floating downstream when I got out and he swam back while I was drying off.  I tossed him a towel when he came out of the water.  That was a beautiful sight too, the water sheeting down his smooth muscles.

He was only half dried off when I threw the folded blanket over the trunk of a huge fallen tree and guided Sebastian to it. 

“I wanata finish what we started,” I said. “I hope you want this as much as I do.”

He didn’t say anything but he didn’t balk at me bending him over it on his stomach, as if he was expecting it.

“Fuck, your ass ought to be declared either criminal or a work of art,” I said as I kneaded his butt muscles.

“Let’s call it a work of art, and you’re the sculptor,” he said.

I didn’t waste any time dropping to my haunches and burying my face again in his gorgeous butt.  I thought that’s what he was expecting; the reason he bent over the log so willingly.  I went right for his hole, licking and flicking it wildly.

“Godd, yeah, I love that!” he groaned.

When he was duly excited, his asshole clenching and quivering and acting up in general, I dug my thumbs into the ring of muscle around it and pulled it wide open.  I licked the delicate folds and forced spit into his hole then shoved my thumbs deeper to stretch him open more.

“Fuck, I could crawl up inside here,” I murmured as I watched past his clenching hole, the delicate, pinkish walls undulating.  I drove my tongue in as deep as I could.

“Ohh, Godd!!” he cried out.  “Man, you’re really in there!”

I worked him good.  I wanted to show him how deep I could go, show him how good it could feel.  I was amazed how I was able to stretch my tongue so far out of my throat and into his ass. I wondered if I could reach his prostate.  I didn’t but I sure tried.

“Ohh, Godd, this is so hot,” I gasped when I came up for air.

“That hardly describes it,” he said. “I can’t believe how deep you can shove your tongue up in there! Fuck, you practically did crawl up inside me.”

“I wish I could go deeper,” I said.  “I wonder if there is a way to have my tongue stretched.”

I rimmed him for a long time, easing off when I felt he was getting close.  I wasn’t going to let him cum; I wanted to build up a head of steam. After a while I began alternating my tongue with my fingers.  Even then I avoided his prostate. I wanted to see steam coming out of his ears.  I could do this all day, I thought, and skip the other. I actually hated to move on, but I couldn’t let this opportunity pass.  Victory was so close; I had to strike while the iron was hot. I rimmed so long that my legs were cramped when I stood up and my tongue was getting a little tired. 

I didn’t give Sebastian time to wonder why I stopped rimming him.  I immediately replaced my tongue and fingers with the head of my cock rubbing against his slick hole. He looked over his shoulder with a funny, what-the-fuck look but I was happy and not surprised that he didn’t object. I rubbed harder up and down his ass crack, focusing on his relaxed but not loose hole.  I eased against it and his ass muscle closed around the curvature of my cockhead but I didn’t go in.  I wanted to be absolutely sure he was open to that.

“You want this, don’t you,” I said.  It was half question and half statement.

“No,” he replied.  “But yes.”

“Which is it?”

“I don’t want to want it, but I do,” he answered.  “You’ve made me want it.”

Whatever, I thought.  I pushed forward and watched the head of my cock disappear inside the sphincter and felt the tighter muscle lock around the rim.  I felt him wince.

“I’ve never done this,” he gasped nervously.

“I know.”

“Didn’t think I ever would.”

“Bet you didn’t.”

Our exchange was irrelevant, as was any pain I might have been causing him.  But maybe talking took his mind off of what was happening. I couldn’t imagine him being scared of anything but maybe he was scared of this.  It’s not every day a man feels his virginity being bored out of him.  Only happens once.  And it can be pretty scary for a man who didn’t intend it to happen in the first place. 

“Ohh, Geezusss!” he gasped.  “Fuck, man, you’re big!”

His asshole was squeezing the hell out of my cock.  I eased in a little deeper and saw his back and shoulder muscles tighten but I wouldn’t call it a wince.  Maybe he had worked through the pain and it was the pleasure rippling through his body. I clasped my hands around his lean waist and gathered the strength in my butt and the back of my thighs--I loved the feeling of raw power when I did that--and shoved my cock deeper.  I didn’t know what a man’s share was but I supposed I’d had my share of virgins and every time it was like losing my own virginity all over again.  This was like that, as I felt Sebastian’s insides spreading, adjusting to the intrusion, opening up for my cock. I came up against some obstacles, maneuvered past them and finally smashed my loins hard against his spread butt.  I twisted my hips around, lodging my cock firmly inside him.

“Ohh, my Godd,” he moaned softly.

“How does it feel to have another man inside you?”

“You’ll have to wait till I can find the words.”

“Are you ready to get fucked?”

“I am getting fucked,” he said.

“No, you’ve just been penetrated. You’re technically still a virgin.”

“I’ve got a cock in my ass, how can I still be a virgin?”

“Your virginity is technically intact till I fuck it out of you, till I make you cum, and it gushes out of you.  It’s called the virginus ejaculus.”  

“Where did you read that?  Or did you make it up?”

“I wrote a paper.”

“You are so full of shit.”

“And you’re full of cock.” The conversation was dumb but I was giving him time to get accustomed to my cock stretching his insides. I twisted my hips to lob my cock around inside him again then eased back.  I pulled back till his asshole clamped tightly around the rim of my cockhead and pulled outward.  It held on tight, wasn’t letting go. But I was curious; I pulled all the way out. I was clean as a whistle.

“You were ready for this,” I said. ” So that’s what had taken him so long in the bathroom.

“I had a feeling it was going to happen,” he said.

Right, I thought, a feeling and a desire. I watched his asshole, gaping open, clenching at the air. I eased my cock back through and watched it close lovingly around the head.  It was fun to watch. I shoved all the way in again, paused for a couple of seconds, pulled back, then started fucking him.

“Oh Godd, I hope I can handle this,” he moaned.

“You won’t,” I said.  “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.  You won’t be able to think straight.”

“I had the….f-feeling….you m-might….ohhhh….Oh, Godd Yess!  Do it!  Fuck me!  I don’t wanta be a virgin anymore.  Fuck it out of me!”

“Yeah, baby, I’m gonna drill you so hard you’re gonna think you were born with a cock up your ass.”

Visuals are important. Besides the exquisite feeling of his ass squeezing and caressing the full length of my cock with each thrust, I thrilled at the sight of his now loose sphincter stretching outward with each withdrawal and clinging tightly to the gristle-rim of my cock head to keep me from pulling out all the way. But I did anyway, leaving his hole gaping and clenching at the air.  Then I popped it in and out in a staccato rhythm.  That drove him nuts.  Then I shoved in deep and fucked him some more.  It drove him nuts some more.  He was clawing at the blanket like it was a life preserver.  I showed him no mercy. On the contrary, I had us on a roll and I wanted to drive him closer to the edge. Not over it, just keep him at the edge.

In a surprise move that sent wails of surprised pleasure through the woods, I pulled out and squatted down and buried my face in his ass and drove my tongue inside him, deeper than ever before.  I wasn’t big on eating ass but Sebastian’s ass was like an aphrodisiac. It had me drugged.  He was so wide open I was able to even get my lips inside his asshole.  He howled with pleasure and grabbed hold of clumps of the tall grass on the other side of the log.

“Oh, My Godd!” he whimpered, bringing the volume down.  “My Godd!  My Godd!  My Godd!”  He wailed again when I stood and drove my cock into him again. “Godd, what’re you doing to me! Ohh….Ohh, Godd, Jason….fuck me, you big stud….fuck me!”  Then his voice trailed off in whimpering groans as I continued to pound his ass.

I was in a frenzy myself.  After several minutes of the brutal pounding I dropped to my haunches again to devour his ass like a hungry wolf.  I relished the distinctly male taste of him. He was whimpering like he was crying. I stopped rimming him and smacked his butt and told him to turn over.  I wanted to watch his muscles when I fucked him, and see him cum. It was gruff, like an order.  He responded like a good Marine taking orders.  He scrambled to stand and lay back across the log.  Together we lifted his legs onto my shoulders. My cock found its way like a heat seeking missile and I slammed into him again while he clung to the blanket. His upper body was suspended out over the log by the strength of his bulging abs.

His face was a grimace and it turned me on that I could cause this muscle stud such unbearable pleasure. I dropped his butt just below the curvature of the log to give us better leverage and I fucked him harder.  He acted like he wanted to scream but couldn’t.   If I wasn’t fucking his brains out, I was fucking him out of his mind. I wished Brad could be here to see it. I wished they could all be here--the boys, too--to watch and learn.

His eyes came open, wide-eyed with disbelief of what was happening to him and I knew he was about to explode. My butt and thighs ached but I never let up.  Suddenly he clasped my forearms and hung on for dear life. 

“Come, Marine! Let me see you cum!” I told him.

He nodded.  “Yesss!  Godd, Yessss!”

The next instant his cock bolted steely hard up from his stomach and sent a huge rope of cum sailing up over his head to land somewhere in the grass and weeds.  Another followed, then another before the fourth one landed on his shoulder.  Another hit him in the face.  I lost count of how many salvos streaked across his neck and chest and stomach.  He choked and moaned and gurgled, unable to cry out.

His climax set mine off. I slammed hard into his quivering ass and leaned into him for balance and switched to auto pilot. I was the provider of the white hot ammunition and the instrument of delivery but I was not in control.  All I could do was stand and let it happen.  Stand and deliver.  If I fucked him out of his mind, I faded off myself for a moment. 

My legs were shaking and my knees locked, and leaning hard against Sebastian’s butt was all that kept me standing. I was afraid to move for fear that my knees would buckle. Sebastian was gasping for breath.  I suddenly realize that I’d stopped breathing and I sucked in a big cleansing breath to get my breathing started. I leaned over him with my hands on the blanket, supporting myself on trembling arms that I knew were not going to support me. I shoved up and adjusted my stance to stand on my own two legs instead of leaning against Sebastian for support.

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” I breathed as I stumbled back to lean against a small tree.  My cock pulled out of Sebastian’s ass with a loud suctioning sound, leaving his hole gaping. He collapsed back across the log, bent in half. I watched his impressive cock pulsate and sway around as it slowly lost power.  Mine was still hard, as if it were angry because I had extracted it from its tunnel of exquisite pleasure.

After a couple of minutes Sebastian tried to raise up but despite the strength in his incredible abs, he couldn’t.  I moved to pull him upright so he was able to rest back against the log.

“What the fuck just happened,” he said, swiping at the streaks of cum on his face and neck and shoulder.

“I don’t know but I think it might go down in the annals of sexual history,” I said, laughing weakly.

Sebastian slid down the blanket to sit in the grass and lean back against the log.  I sat down beside him.

“I have never experienced anything like that in my entire life,” he declared.

“How do you feel about giving up your virginity? Do you think it’s gone?” I asked.

“I don’t think there’s even a ghost of it left,” he said. “Do you do that every time?  If you do, Brad is the luckiest fucker on the planet.”

“He’s never complained, but frankly, no, that was totally out of orbit,” I said.  “Don’t tell him that.”

“It feels like Niagara Falls is draining out of me,” he said.

“It felt like I shot Niagara Falls in there.  Stand up, I’ll take care of it.”

He gave me a confused look but stood up. I was still in a state of frenzy.  I took him by the hips and guided him back.  “Sit on my face.”  When he still had the surprised look, I told him, “Even if I hadn’t acquired a taste for cum, I can’t get enough of your ass.”  He laughed and sat back on my face with his gaping hole squarely over my mouth.  I licked and sucked and ate my own cum out of him. He had to push away when his legs were shaking so bad.

“Godd, Jason, I never dreamed anything like this would happen.”

“Your ass could be addictive,” I said. 

He laughed again.  “I’ve had a lot of compliments on my butt, but I never had it called addictive.”

“Do you wanta jump in and wash off?” I asked.

“Later. Right now I’m so weak I would probably drown.”

“I wouldn’t let you drown,” I said as he sat back down beside me. 

“I’m going to forever thank the gods for leading me here.”  Then he asked.  “Will you tell Brad about this?”

“Of course.  But not how incredibly good it was.”

“Have you ever made it with any of the boys?” he asked. 

“No,” I said emphatically.  It would make them feel like they have to have sex with us in order to have a place to live….that would make us no better than the people they ran away from.”

“Brad indicated that you still enjoy the company of the ladies.  Did you ever think about getting married?”

“Thought about it once, briefly, before I met Brad.  But he took away all the reasons why I should.  And I’m not the whore monger he likes to make me out to be,” I added, laughing. “I still have a craving for pussy but that’s narrowed down to two or three women.  Four if you count a daughter of one of them.”

“You’re fucking mother and daughter both!!??”

“I’m not fucking the daughter but I am having sex with her.  At her mother’s request, by the way.”

“No fuckin’ way!”

“Yeah, way. God’s truth,” I said.

“How’re you not fucking the girl but still having sex with her?  And how did mama-san go about requesting you have sex that you’re not having with her daughter?  I mean, how did that even come up?  And how old is she, anyway?”

“Her mother assured me she’s eighteen, just recently.  She looks younger, but I’m not going to question her mother by asking for ID.  How it came up?  We were talking about her daughter and I was saying I didn’t think I could raise a daughter.  She was amazed that we were raising so many boys.  I told her I thought boys were easier to raise.  She said Cindy has never given her much trouble but she’s afraid it’s coming.  She’s developed an intense interest in boys; one boy in particular.  When she talked to her about it, she suggested birth control but her daughter wouldn’t hear of it.  She said it wasn’t going to go that far with this boy or any other boy.  But you know how that goes.  I said it was too bad teenage boys aren’t mature enough to figure out other ways to make a girl happy that wouldn’t necessitate birth control.  She caught my meaning and said, jokingly I thought, that maybe I could show them.  But that’s not an option unless the boy wants to do it.”

“You didn’t answer my first question; how’re you not fucking the girl but still having sex with her?”

“Same thing I did to you,” I said, wagging my tongue at him. 

“No shit!  You’re eating an eighteen year olds pussy?”

“On a regular basis,” I said. “I think she’s pretty much dumped her boyfriend. Poor sucker, he’s never going to get any sex with her as long as I’m licking her clit.”

“You are the luckiest motherfuck on the planet.”

“I wouldn’t argue that,” I said. “But now….I would like to hear about my son.  How you met him, how you got to know him.”

“How much detail do you want?” he asked with a wary look.

“Tell me everything,” I said.  We settled back against the log for me to hear how he met Devon. 

How It Happened

Told by Sgt. Blackburn to Jason 

First time I saw him was in a bar.  He was getting a lot of attention, not just his outgoing personality but his body.  He was hot!  Muscles all over the place, bulging out of his shirt.  The shirt wasn’t too small or anything, it just had a lot to cover up so it was stretched.  You could actually see his stomach muscles ripple under his shirt.  Jeans, no belt.  His ass was holding up his jeans.  The attention was coming mostly from his buddies, or guys he’d just met, I couldn’t tell which.  From the women too, of course.  He wasn’t rude or anything brushing the women off, but he was obviously having fun with his buddies.  I decided right away that I was going to get to know this guy.

He had a lot of people around him, mostly guys, many of whom I judged to be from his outfit.  When there was a break in the action at the bar--a couple of guys left--I moved in and took the stool right next to him.  I saw the way he looked at me in the big mirrors behind the bar and I was sure he’d noticed how I lifted my eyes from looking at his ass on the stool.  I didn’t care, if it sent a message, all the better.  His eyes followed my arm when I brought my beer up to take a drink and I thought, okay, it just might be that he would like to get to know me, too.

Since he had openly noticed my arms I returned the favor and took it one step further.  “How big are those arms?”

“I don’t know, I never measured them.  Looks like about the same size as yours,” he said.

“That’d be about nineteen inches,” I said.

He just shrugged, like it was no big deal.

“Sgt. Blackburn,” I said putting out my hand.

“Corporal Seaborne.”  We shook hands over the bar and I thought our hands lingered together a split second longer than what would be considered normal.  I asked him what outfit he was in and moved right into talking about things military which is a good and natural way to start bonding.  I told him I was going to be doing some training with his outfit.

“Not training the troops; helping plan maneuvers,” I explained.

“You mean there’s a plan?  I always thought it was organized chaos,” he joked.

“You’d be surprised how much planning goes into organized chaos,” I joked back.

We didn’t get to talk very long; a couple of his buddies he was with came by and said they needed to be leaving.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” he said to me as he slid his tight looking ass off the stool.

“You can count on it,” I said.  I was part of planning the maneuvers but I would definitely make it a point to be on the ground and see those plans put in effect; sort of hands-on.  I intended to plan some hands-on of my own.  More specifically, to maneuver the stud into bed and get my hands on his military equipment. Maybe a couple of his hot buddies, too, if I was lucky.

I didn’t see him for quite a while after that.  I went to the bar a couple of times but he was never there but then he probably couldn’t get a pass as easily as I could.  It was on maneuvers I’d planned when I ran into him directing a detail of men unloading supply trucks.  He saw me first.

“Still looks like chaos to me,” someone said and I knew it was him.

I turned and there he was, bursting out of his T-shirt and looking even sexier with it soaked with sweat.

“But very well planned chaos,” I joked back, trying not to stare.  Godd, he was so hot and sexy, and the sight of him set the wheels into motion…. the how, the when, the where.  I didn’t even know if he would be interested or what all he might be interested in but I was going to find out. I probably wouldn’t have been so direct but I had an advantage; I would be leaving when maneuvers ended so I wouldn’t be around to deal with any guff if he turned me down.

He stood aside from his men and we chatted for a few minutes while I ogled him discreetly, or thought I was being discreet.  But he saw how I was looking at him, I could tell by the look on his face.  Not an angry look but a mix between WTF and Oh, Really.  I quickly rallied to my senses, I thought, with a dumb remark that turned out to be not so dumb after all.

“Sweat makes you look even bigger,” I said and even as the words were coming out of my mouth I was wondering, where the hell did that come from?

He laughed an easy laugh.  “I’m looking forward to getting more rank so I don’t have to sweat so much.  Sergeants don’t sweat, do they?”

“Depends on what we’re doing,” I said.  I was sure the cocky banter was more than just banter for the sake of being cocky but I didn’t know how to pursue it to make sure.  I needn’t have worried.

“I bet you planners even get to go back for a hot shower and a nice clean bunk in the barracks every night.”

“It’s been known to happen, depending on how badly you guys have turned our well laid plans into chaos,” I joked.

“Why don’t you come to my tent after chow and see how the real soldiers live,” he said, making it sound like a challenge.  “Being a corporal does have some privileges; I get my own tent to myself.”

His last remark made me more certain that it wasn’t just a challenge, it was also in invitation.

“How would I find your tent?”

“Straight back from the HQ tent, about forty yards.  I’ll leave the left flap open and watch for you.  It’ll be late.  Come after dark.”

Work had stopped at the trucks.

“I think I’m needed,” he said.

“Looks like we’ve got some contraband, Corporal Seaborne,” one of the men said as he lifted the lid of one of the crates.  “Bourbon.”

I could see several quarts of bourbon tucked in among the bags of beans and rice, along with several pints. He took one of the pints and handed it to me.  “BYOB,” he said.  Then to his men, “That goes to the HQ tent.”

By this time, after Brad had turned me on to sex with guys, I’d done some experimenting around whenever a guy came along who showed some interest. Nothing serious, mind you, like getting fucked.  I was always a top.  So I had enough experience to have a pretty good idea what to expect when I visited Corporal Seaborne in his tent.  Even if nothing happened it would be a good opportunity to try to lay the groundwork for a later time.  I just needed to find out if there was a spark of interest.

At the appropriate time--well after dark--I took the pint of whiskey and lit out to find Seaborne’s tent.  There was a lot of activity in and around the site and there were a lot of the tents with one or both flaps open.  But he’d said he would watch for me.  I didn’t want to ask where his tent was or appear to be looking for him so I walked around the area till I heard my name and then he was waving me in.

I crawled inside and he pulled the flap down and started lacing up the flaps.  I noticed he had shed his fatigue pants; he was in his briefs, t-shirt and boots.  Was this part of the invitation or was he just getting comfortable after a hot day.  I didn’t care which, I liked what I saw and if it was the latter it was up to me to turn it into something more.  I moved up in the tent, out of his way, onto an air mattress and a sleeping bag.

“Did you bring the bottle?” he asked as he finished lacing the flaps.

“Yes.”  I took it out and handed it to him.

He opened it and handed it back to me.  “Rank has its privileges, Sarge,” he said.

“Fuck that,” I said and handed it back to him to take the first drink.  I could sense some tension; we were both unsure.  I started talking about the maneuvers.

He said things were going good, he was sure, due to my planning.  He said he just hoped we hadn’t planned for them to move on to another staging area.

“That’s not in the plans but the colonel can change the plans at will,” I said.  I wanted to bring things to a more personal basis. I thought it might bring out something of who he was as a man. I asked about his family.

“I have a brother about the same age as me,” he said.

“About?  Not twins?” I asked.

“No.  You can tell I’m not a hundred percent American blood.”

“Yes, but it looks good on you,” I said.

“Neither is my brother.   We were brought back from Vietnam when we were little boys, by these two Marines.  They might be our real fathers, or not.  We’d like to think we’re real brothers, but that’s doubtful.  But it’s never mattered.  We are brothers and they are our dads.”

“You never knew your mother?”

“Never had a mother.  Our dads never married.”  He chuckled softly.  “It used to get real funny when people wondered about these two big, strapping Marines raising two boys in the same house.  I can’t say I’ve missed not having a mother, our dads have been everything to us.”

We were sitting there cross legged, passing the bottle back and forth and getting a buzz on, and the conversation started getting a little fuzzy.  He mentioned a buddy of his--also a Marine--stationed in Korea. He mentioned him, said his name was Jake, but he didn’t talk about him much.  Just said I should see his arms.

I still didn’t know what was going on in that handsome head of his.  I was looking for a chink in the armor, anything that would give me a clue. I took another short drink and passed the bottle off to him.  He waved it off.

“If I drink anymore I’ll have a hangover.  I’ve got a good buzz, that’s all I need to make me sleep.  Dump it when you’re finished I can’t have an opened bottle in my tent.”

“Are you ready to sack out?” I asked.

“I am if you are.  Are you staying?”

“Am I invited?” I asked.

“Sure, I got you an air mattress and sleeping bag, didn’t I” he said.

“I won’t be able to go back to that nice, cozy barracks for a shower and clean clothes in the morning so I hope you don’t mind me shedding these,” I said as I started taking off my clothes.

“I always sleep naked and save my underwear,” he said as he was unlacing his boots.  He tossed them aside then peeled off his T-shirt and shorts.

I was glad he did so; it made it okay that I got naked too.  We stretched out beside each other on our backs but sort of tilted toward each other.

“Would this be considered fraternization, a corporal and a sergeant sleeping naked in the same tent?” he asked jokingly.

“Hell no, it’s two men sharing a tent on a warm summer night.  I don’t have my rank on and neither do you,” I said.  “Seaborne, if you were a buck private I wouldn’t even be in this tent. But you’re a corporal and from what I’ve observed you’ll soon be of equal rank with me.”

“I hope you’re right.” 

I was still thinking it was odd that he hadn’t talked anymore about his buddy, Jake, so I asked.  “So tell me about this Jake guy,” I said.

He told me they met at football camp back in high school and how they hit it off and became good friends.

“Well, there’s hitting it off, and there’s hitting it off,” I said.  I was far from slurring my words but my brain wasn’t entirely in control of what came out of my mouth.

“We got pretty tight that week,” he said.

“Well, there’s pretty right, and there’s tight,” I said.

“We got tight,” he said.

Okay maybe that was the chink in his armor.  “That happens in sports and in the military,” I said. 

There was a long silence.  “I’d like to tell you more, Sergeant, but if I did I’m afraid you would either bolt and run, or you’d feel like you had to do something about it.  Anyway, I have a gut feeling you know what I’m talking about.”

“Well, I do have a gut feeling that your gut feeling might be right,” I said.  “Why don’t you try me.”

“When I said Jake and I got tight at football camp, I mean we got as tight as any two guys can get.  Physically and emotionally tight.  Hell, even spiritually tight.  It was like he steamrolled over me by his mere presence and I didn’t know what the fuck I was even thinking.” 

“That’s a great start but you can do better than that,” I said.

“Better than what?”

“You’re still dancing around the issue, and you’re dying to let it out.”

“We had sex.  He fucked me.”

“That felt good, didn’t it, letting it out,” I said.

“Yeah.  Felt real good,” he said.  He’d been talking to the tent. Now he rolled more onto his side and looked at me.  “You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

“No.  But I had hopeful suspicions from the time I walked in the bar and saw you that first time,” I said.

“Oh, really.  Hopeful?”

“I don’t know if you’re gay or if you just happened to fall hard for this one guy, and I don’t care.  I’m straight myself, but not averse to having sex with other guys when the opportunity arises.  I was hoping the opportunity would arise with you.”

“Has it?” he asked.

“I don’t know.  I’m not averse to it, but it’s your call.”

“Are we still dancing, Sergeant?” he asked with a sexy grin.

“No, just being sure.”

“So, if I reached out and did this……,” as he brushed his hand across my chest and part way down my stomach, “….you wouldn’t

think it’s weird?”

“Would it be weird to you that your hand is starting to give me a hardon?” I said.

“I would be disappointed if it wasn’t,” he said.  “Can I finish your hardon for you?”

“You won’t be able to stop it,” I said.

He brushed his hand the rest of the way down my stomach and curled his thick fingers around my growing cock.  “I was asking permission to go down on you, Sergeant.”

“Permission granted, although you don’t need it.  And you can stop calling me sergeant.”

“I like it,” he said as he moved down on his sleeping bag.  “I like the idea of being outranked.”  With that he took my cock in his mouth.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” I moaned softly as he started moving his mouth and lashing the head of my cock with his tongue.  As he sucked I got a little too loud and he paused to tell me to put a sock in it, and he handed me his shorts to put in my mouth to muffle the sounds.

He didn’t confine himself to my cock.  He licked and sucked my balls, he kissed and licked the inside of my thighs and under my balls.  He kissed all over my upper body, even licking my armpits.

“Fuck, I love your muscles,” he murmured.

“I like yours, too,” I said, for my hands had not been idle. 

“I don’t want to freak you out, Sergeant, but I’ve prepared myself for this every morning since we met in the bar.”  I didn’t know what he was saying till he asked me, “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Hell, yess!” I hissed. 

“We just have to keep it down,” he said as he stretched out on his stomach.  “And if someone happens along you just roll off into your sleeping bag.” He spread his legs out wide.

He used spit and so did I then I mounted him.  He muffled his groan in his sleeping bag as I entered him but he didn’t cry out.

“Okay?” I asked when I was buried deep as I could go.

“Yeah.  Do it.  Fuck me.”

It was a strain and a challenge to keep quiet but it didn’t deter from our pleasure.  I fucked him half the night, in every position we could dream up except standing on our heads.  My cock wouldn’t go down and neither did his.  I lost count of how many loads we shot. I think he managed to retrieve most of them. 

I’d been listening intently and sort of snapped out of my trance when Sgt. Blackburn stopped. 

“That’s about it,” Blackburn said.  “Except for….well the rest isn’t important.”

“It is if it’s about Devon,” I said.

“Well there was that one time when we got one of his buddies involved.”

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“Well, it turned out, your boy wasn’t getting any action till I came along. You know, he didn’t want to take a chance and out himself.  He asked me how I met guys; how I’d caught on to him, ‘cause there was one guy in particular in his outfit that he really wanted to connect with. I told him it was mostly body language and  eye contact then get a conversation going. And a little buzz can be helpful. We went to a bar where a lot of his guys hung out, hoping this guy would be there.  Luckily, he was.  Devon pointed him out and I could see why he wanted to connect with him.  I was pretty anxious to myself. He was in uniform, wearing PFC stripes. They saw each other and the guy waved us over to the bar. On the way I whispered to Devon to watch and learn. Devon introduced us.  His name was Alex and he had a very impressive pair of buns overflowing the bar stool. He offered to buy us the first round. I took the stool beside him and Devon sat beside me.  We had a good view of ourselves—all three of us—in the mirror behind the bar.   

“I started the conversation, asking about their outfit.  Suddenly he recognized me.

“Hey, I’ve seen you around,” he said. “You’re one of the trainers.”

“Well, more a strategist; you guys are already pretty well trained,” I said.  “What I wanta know is, how do you put up with this guy?” I asked, nodding to Devon.

“He’s okay for a corporal,” Alex said. “He doesn’t get in your face unless you’re fuckin’ off.”

“While I was talking I let my knee come in contact with his thigh. He eased away, which I expected. He wanted to know what was coming up in the way of maneuvers.  I told him I didn’t know; that was above my pay grade. I wouldn’t know much sooner than he did.  Now I was talking to him in the mirror. I wanted to see if we could make eye contact and I wanted Devon to see it if we did. I watched him closely as I let my knee touch his leg again. We made eye contact. It wasn’t a deer-in-the-headlights kind of look but he did look a little surprised, like he was suddenly figuring things out. We held our gaze for two or three seconds while I sorta rubbed my knee against his leg. The die was cast; I decided it was time to go to the restroom and see if he would follow me.  I got hit on at the urinal by another guy but Alex never showed.  Maybe I was mistaken about him. Then maybe not.  On my way back to the bar he passed by me on his way to the restroom.  I went on to the bar; I couldn’t turn around and follow him.

“I’m not sure I connected,” I told Devon.

“I think you did,” he said, smiling.

“Oh?’

“He asked me if I knew if you were gay ‘cause you were rubbing your knee against his leg.”

“Want me to make a move?” I asked.

“You already did, didn’t you?”

“That was just feeling him out.  When he comes back, I’m going to suggest we get a cab and go to another bar.  You watch for your cue.”

Alex agreed to leave; I thought he knew something was brewing.  Outside I hailed a cab and we all piled in the back seat; Devon, then Alex, then me.  I handed the driver twenty bucks and told him to drive around. When I settled back in the seat I pressed my knee against Alex’s leg.   This time he pressed back. That was all I needed. I laid my hand on his thigh and squeezed the hard muscle, then moved my hand up into his crotch. He glanced around at Devon, his eyes wide. Devon looked down at my hand which was openly groping the PFC.  I started undoing his belt.  When it was open and I was fumbling with his pants he undid them for me then raised up out of the seat for me to pull his pants and shorts down. He was watching for Devon’s reaction the whole time.

I took hold of his fluffed up cock and balls in one hand and he tried to spread his legs apart.  I pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles so he could.  He got hard in no time; impressively hard.

“Fuck, take a look at this,” I said to Devon.

“Yeah, I see it,” he said.

“I guess rank don’t mean anything, does it, in situations like this,” I said.

“It don’t to me,” Alex said.

“Man, I can barely get my hand around it.” Then I said to Devon, “feel this thing.”

He reached down and took hold and I moved my hand.

“Yeah, it’s big,” he said.

“Probably no bigger than you guys,” Alex said.

I thought, “Yessss!”

Devon wasn’t letting go of his cock; in fact he was squeezing it and when Alex shoved it through his fest, he started stroking it.

“We’re pretty close to the same size,” he said. “How about you, Sarge, you wanta compare?”

I didn’t hesitate but before I shoved my pants down I got out another twenty and handed it to the driver and told him to keep driving.  By that time he knew what was going on in the back seat of his cab and he was heading out of the city.

We were comparing cocks but Alex’s cock was the center of attention; Devon was still stroking it.

I asked Alex, “Have you ever had that thing sucked?”

“Not by a guy. Are you gonna do it?”

“No, but he might.”

He snapped his head around to Devon with a wide eyed look of surprise.

“You!  I thought……”

Devon asked him, “Do you want me to?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“It’s gotta stay between us,” Devon told him.

“Sure. Hell, yeah, I won’t tell a soul. You could make my life miserable.”

“Yes, I could.  But I’d prefer to make your life pleasurable.”

He leaned over then and went down on him. The kid came right up out of the seat.

“Holy shit!” he gasped.  “Aww, fuck….Godd, that feels good!”

Well, it ended up costing me fifty bucks before Devon got him off but it was worth every dime.  I thought the kid was passed out. He almost passed out again when he realized Devon had swallowed his load.

“Shit, man, this is gonna be great. I wish I’d known before,” Alex said.

“For your information, he likes it the other way, too,” I told him.

“What other way?” Then it dawned on him what I was talking about. “Fuck! You mean the back door? Can we do it now?”

I told him, “Sorry, I don’t have enough cash left.”

“Hold on,” the driver said as he turned into what was more a lane than a road.  He turned off the engine and twisted around in the seat.  “No charge if I can watch.”

We started out in the back seat, getting naked but it was crowded so we all climbed out of the cab.  The driver stood back to watch while your son bent over the trunk and Alex plowed him. 

I didn’t say anything for moment.  I was out of breath just listening to him.

 “Is it weird that I’ve got a roaring hardon hearing about you having sex with my son?” I asked, finally, laughing.

“I think he would be proud of that.”

“That wasn’t the end of it, was it, between you and him?” I said. “How long were you stationed there?

“About three months in the Grafenwhoer area.  And you’re right, that wasn’t the end of it.  We got together as often as we could, once a week or so.  Devon and some of his buddies had pooled their money and rented a small, two room apartment for entertainment purposes.  We met there on his scheduled days.  Even after I went to Frankfurt, we managed to meet up.  Your son is one of the hottest men I’ve ever met.”

“He would be happy to know that,” I said.

“He knows it, I told him enough times.

I fucked Sgt. Blackburn again, at his request.  Actually he begged for it.  I hadn’t intended to make him beg but I was rimming him again, and using my fingers and he realized he was begging for my cock. The second time was slower and easier and twice as long.  Then he wanted to fuck me.  I let him, on my back with my legs up in the air and my hands clasped around his hard butt muscles.  That was almost as big a draw as his cock, those bowling ball butt muscles.

Then Blackburn suggested we might have time to install the heating unit in the fireplace but I didn’t want to be in the middle of that when the boys came home from school. I knew they would want his attention.  When they came bounding in the house they went right to the refrigerator and cupboard. They were excited to see Blackburn. I told them after they had their snacks to change their clothes and get their chores done first, then they could do all the things they wanted to do and show him. They were happy when Blackburn volunteered to help them with their chores. But the younger boys were disappointed when he went off with Colby and Braden and Nolan on the horses.

“They always get to do their stuff with him,” Little George complained.

I made a mental note to mention to Sebastian that the younger boys were hurt that he wasn’t spending time with them.

I had supper started when Brad got home from work. I could tell he was anxious to hear about my day.  I decided I would tell him, up front.

“So how did things go with you and Sgt. Blackburn?”

“I got his cherry.”

He blinked, taken aback. “No kidding!  You fucked Blackburn!”

“Bent over that big fallen tree back in the woods.”

“Damn, I would give anything to see that!” he said.

“We can probably do an encore,” I said.  “With audience participation.

“Where is everybody?” he asked.

“The younger boys are out playing. Colby and Braden and Nolan took Blackburn horseback riding.”

“I guess we should slow down supper,” Brad said.  “How was he?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Hot as fuck,” I said.  “But not as hot as you.”

“That’s guilt making you say that,” he joked.

I pulled him into a hard kiss.  “Nobody’s as hot as you,” I assured him.  “How do you want to do the three way?  Let’s plan it,” I said.

“Question is, where?  We would have to keep the noise down in the bedroom.  And we can’t do it in the living room, we would probably end up with an audience.”

“Let’s take him out to the hayloft,” I suggested. “We can sneak out after the boys are asleep.”

So that was our plan.  Brad went on up to get cleaned up for supper.  As he was leaving the kitchen he said, “We’ll feed the younger boys then you’d better put everything on warm, it’ll likely be late when the others get back.”

They returned earlier than we expected; the younger ones were just finishing up. I had my suspicions about the ride.

It was lively around the table, made more so by our guest, and especially after I let it out that Blackburn’s name was Sebastian. I managed to secretly tell him how the younger boys were hurt.  He said he would make it up to them.  After supper he took the younger boys out for a game of touch football, then drove them into town to the ice cream parlor.  It was late when they returned and they were tired. 

Blackburn and Brad and I watched television and talked till we were sure the boys were asleep.  Brad went up to check on them. 

While he was gone I asked Blackburn, “So, how was the ride?”

“Fuckin’ awesome.”

“With emphasis on fucking,” I said. “Which horse did you ride,  Roman or Gladiator?”

“I rode both of the horses and all three of the boys rode me.”

“You’ve come a long way,” I said. “So now, would you like to spend the night in the hayloft?”

His eyes lit up along with his smile. “That’d be awesome!  The three of us, I presume.”

“Yes.  I told Brad about us.”

“All about us?” he asked. “Now he gets a turn.  It’s no more than fair.”

“He wants to fuck me too?”

“He’s gonna fuck  you. Don’t say you don’t want us to, we both know better.  You loved me nailing your ass thrown over the log.”

“I was afraid you were saying both of you at the same time.”

“That’s a possibility,” I said.

“Wrong!”

“You might be a muscle stud, but there’s no fuckin’ way you could stop us if we decide to,” I said.

“You wouldn’t rape me.”

“That’s a possibility too. Depends on how cooperative you are.”

“Geezuss, you’re sending chills down my spine, talking like that,” he said.

It turned out to be more than a mere possibility.  It turned to a strong probability as I rimmed Blackburn’s ass and fingered him while he was sucking Brad’s cock.  He protested, even tried to fight us off but it was a futile, half-assed attempt.  He knew he couldn’t and we all knew he wanted it.  We fucked him separately first then we double fucked him. Then we let him fuck us.  It was one of the best nights of sex ever, with the man I loved and the man I almost worshipped.

Brad and Blackburn said their goodbyes in the loft. Blackburn said he would have to be gone before Brad got home from work the next day.

Blackburn and the boys said their goodbyes the next morning after breakfast, before they went to wait for the school bus, the younger ones first, while the older three lingered back.  There were some tears.

“We’re never going to forget you, Sgt. Blackburn,” Nolan said.

“What?  No Sebastian?” trying to make light of the moment.

“It’s Warrant Officer Blackburn to say goodbye, it shows more respect,” Colby said.

“I just want to thank you boys for your hospitality and for showing me around,” he said as he rubbed one hand across his bare chest--he was still in his briefs--a habit I’d noticed.  “And we’ll see each other again.”

“I don’t think we will,” Colby said, and the other two shook their heads in agreement.

“I think I hear the bus coming,” I said.

Suddenly, Braden surprised me, and probably all of us by grabbing Blackburn in his arms and giving him a tight bear hug.  Blackburn was visibly taken by surprise but quickly recovered and wrapped his massive arms about the boy to hug him back. Then Braden suddenly broke away and whispered goodbye and ran out the door.

Nolan was next.  He went hard into Blackburn’s open arms and hugged him tight.  “Thanks for everything,” he murmured.

Colby seemed to hold back but Blackburn pulled him into his arms and the boy seemed to melt against him. Colby laid his head on Blackburn’s bare chest.  It was brief; the bus could be heard rumbling up the road.

“I could drive them to school,” Blackburn said.

“The bus, Colby,” I said.

We were left in a quiet, emotional moment.  He went to the door to watch Colby running to catch the bus then watched it as it pulled away.

“I’m never going to forget those boys,” he said.

“And you probably won’t ever see them again,” I said. It sounded a little accusatory.

“I fully intend to,” he said. “I would like for them to write to me.”

“If they do, you’d damn well better write back,” I said.  “They really look up to you.  I don’t want to see them hurt.”

Blackburn and I had breakfast together then we set to work installing the heating unit in the fireplace.  When it was installed he pulled the blinds and lit it.  It worked fine.

“You and Brad are going to enjoy this.”

“Yes.  Thanks for nudging us to do it,” I said. “Do you want to try it out, for effect?” I asked.

He smiled, gazing into the dancing flames.  “You know I do, but no.  You and Brad need to initiate it.”  He showered, packed and we said our goodbyes.

“I wish I’d had a chance to meet Kyle,” he said as he was about to leave.

“Maybe next time.”

“Have the boys write me,” he said.

Brad and I initiated the fireplace. He was so surprised when he came in from the kitchen and found it burning. The boys liked it too.  We couldn’t get them to go up to bed.  Finally, Colby took care of that.

“Come on, everybody upstairs. Brad and Jason want to be alone.”

We were both taken aback.  He gave us a wink and a smile as he left us alone.

“I’ll bet you’re sorry you introduced us all to Blackburn,” I said.

“Not at all.  I’m glad you enjoyed him.  I’ll bet you’ll miss him.”

“Not for long.  You make him easy to forget,” I said.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/05/15 rp