A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 109
Coming of Age, In A Sense 

As told by Brad 

We kept in touch with Jake and Devon, as close as we could through letters, and the boys delighted in putting together packages to send to them.  They weren’t big on writing letters but they always wrote notes to include in the packages.   That’s what I thought, anyway. We would not learn till much later that Braden was writing regularly to Devon, and Colby was writing to Jake. I wasn’t sure why they wanted to keep it secret.  Maybe it had something to do with what they were writing but I never inquired or snooped.

Surprisingly, all of the boys heard from Blackburn as well. They were very proud of that, and eager to share the letters with us.  Most of the time.  I noticed that Colby and Braden and Nolan didn’t always offer to share their letters. Taking Judge Thompson’s advice, on this count I nosed around. I found the letters, thought to be well hidden.  I was quite relieved that I didn’t find any reference to sex between Blackburn and the boys.  I never told Jason that I nosed around.

Kyle never moved back home.  I told him we would make room for him, that he had priority over the other boys, but he wouldn’t hear of it.  He said he needed to be on his own and start establishing himself as he was in the last years of law school.

We were like proud parents when Colby and Braden graduated from high school. His “brothers” were proud of them too. Neither of them had decided what they would do with their lives and they seemed embarrassed that they were still living with us.

“You’re not living with us, boys.  This is your home,” I told them.

“But even your own sons moved on,” Braden said.

“As soon as you’ve decided what you want to do,” I said.

“Just as long as you’re out by the time you’re thirty five,” Jason said in his droll tone.

Colby said he wanted to talk to Blackburn about going into the military.

“Why do you need to talk to Blackburn? You’ve got two warriors right here,” Braden reminded him. I think he thought Jason and I were offended.  We weren’t.

“Better to talk to Jake or Devon,” I said. “They’re more familiar with today’s military than Jason or me, or Blackburn.  Then talk to a recruiter.”

Braden thought he might want to go to veterinary school; he had taken a liking to the horses and the other animals. But he didn’t want to be separated from Colby. They were much like Kyle and Devon in that regard. We suggested they work the summer and think it over.

I got the surprise of my life a couple of nights later when I came home from work.  It was a fluke that Jason and Braden were both at work and the other boys were all gone as well, occupied with their friends. That almost never happened.  I went upstairs and shucked my clothes in the bathroom to shower.  I was sort of looking forward to the evening alone.  I took my time in the shower and afterwards splashed on Jason’s favorite good smelling stuff, to be ready for him when he came home in the middle of the night.

I gathered up my clothes to put them in the hamper in our bedroom. Curious, I thought, that the lamp was on in our bedroom, but I never thought anything about it. One of us had left it on. I stopped cold in the doorway and the clothes fell to the floor.

“Colby!”

He was lying in our bed on his side, wearing a skimpy pair of briefs that he must’ve borrowed from one of the younger boys.  His stance was as if he’d been waiting on me, which he indeed had been.

“Thought it’d be a good time,” he said.

“For what?” I asked.

“I’m eighteen now,” he said as he pressed his hand over the front of his briefs.

He didn’t have to remind me; we’d celebrated his birthday only a week before, but he was reminding me of something else.

“I know you are,” I said, my voice hoarse and weak, as I gathered up the clothes I’d dropped.  I deposited them in the hamper and turned back to the bed.  Oh, Godd, I thought, had the day come?  He turned on the bed and lay on his stomach facing the foot.  Ours was a big old iron bedstead with scrolled ironwork.  He pressed his head against two of the iron bars.

“If you’ll bring that over here to me,” he said, tilting his head a little with his mouth open.

“Geezuss, Colby!”

“You can’t be surprised,” he said.

“I am,” I declared.

“Well, then I kept my secret well,” he said.

From the hamper I’d moved past the bed to my dresser to get the pair of shorts I’d laid out especially for Jason.  They were brief, bright gold with dark blue trim, including a blue seam down the center of the pouch which accented everything.  I pulled them on and went back to the foot of the bed. It wasn’t that I wanted to reject him—I didn’t; I wanted it as much as he did—but something was holding me back.

“Wow! Sexy,” he said. “Bet Jason really likes those.”  He reached through and traced a finger down the blue seam then cupped the pouch.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered. 

“Why not?  We’ve both been waiting for this day, haven’t we? I know I have.  I’ve wanted it since I first came here.  And I think you have too, you were just holding to your principles.  Even when Blackburn was here, you didn’t weaken.  There’s no need to be strong about it anymore.  I’m legal.”

He hunkered up on his knees and reached both hands through the iron scrolling of the foot of the bed.  He kept mauling the pouch of my shorts while he put his other hand around the side of my thigh to urge me forward. When he rose up I got a glimpse of his hard cock suspended under his stomach, pointing at me.  Strangely, in all the time he’d been with us, I’d never seen him with a hardon.  It looked menacing from that angle.  He looked nearly as big as me. Whatever was holding me back, I weakened; I didn’t resist his urging.  I couldn’t.  I moved to the foot of the bed and thrust my cock through the iron scrolling and straight into his waiting mouth.  He moaned loudly with delight.  I made some noise myself.  I was surprised that he was able to take my cock all the way down his throat, but he never hesitated or flinched.  He clasped hold of my butt to pull me in tight with his face pressed hard against my pubes.  Then he urged me to fuck his throat.  I was mesmerized, watching his handsome face down there with his full lips distended around my cock. He didn’t let up till I eased him back.

“Am I doing something wrong?” he asked.

“Godd, no.  But I don’t want this to be all about me,”

“Okay, we can make it about me too,” he said, as he quickly turned around on the bed and pressed his butt back against the iron bars. The bars spread his butt apart and his tiny, smooth asshole winked at me. I felt his hole and found it slick with lube.  I shoved a couple of fingers in him and he pushed back on them.  He was ready, already lubed up.

This wasn’t what I meant but I couldn’t refuse him. I set the head of my cock against his clenching hole and shoved.  His asshole spread open and swallowed my cockhead.  I buried the remaining inches deep inside him and he wriggled back onto my cock with soft groans.  Before I could move, he began fucking his ass back and forth on my cock. When I suggested the iron bars were in the way he turned around sideways on the bed, offering me his ass and I moved around to the side. Again, my cock barely touched his ass when he shoved back on it.

“Godd, you’re so big,” he moaned. “You’re reaching all the right spots.”

“You’re nearly as big as I am,” I said, reaching around to take hold of his cock.

“Yes, but I can’t fuck myself,” he said.

I fucked my way up onto the bed, on my knees between his spread legs, bearing down on top of him.  He arched his butt up to the perfect angle to be taken.  He was wildly willing, with an incredibly live and educated ass and I wondered how much experience he’d had.  I had to work to try to detach myself enough to hold off.  I did not want this to end.

“You wanta fuck me on my back? I’d like to watch your facial expressions and your muscles.”

“Any way you want it,” I told him. Right then I would’ve fucked the boy on the courthouse square with the mayor and Judge Thompson watching.

He wasn’t bashful about telling me what he wanted us to do and how he wanted us to do it.  We broke from fucking; he joked that the “old guy” probably needed a rest. It wasn’t much of a rest. When I stretched out on my back, he straddled my chest and started fucking my mouth. Again, I didn’t resist him. I put my arm between his legs and shoved my thumb in his asshole.  He wriggled his butt to help me find his love nut.

“Ohh, fuck, yeah! You found it!  I love that!” he moaned, tossing his head back. He loved it a lot.  He rode my thumb hard as he fucked my mouth and brought himself off.  He held my head in a vise as he fucked my throat brutally.  He froze with his cock lodged deep in my throat.  I kept massaging his prostate with my thumb and seconds later he was belching rope-like spurts of cum down my throat. He was oblivious to my choking till he was finished, then he eased his cock back and saw the tears in my eyes.

“Fuck, man, I got carried away.  Sorry.”

“It’s okay.  Except you damn near drowned me. But I’m not complaining.”

“You want payback? You can drown me,” he said.

“No, but I was hoping to get that load in my ass,” I told him.

He was visibly surprised. “You want me to fuck you?  Hell, yeah!” He was quick to accommodate me.  His cock had barely dipped and the mention of fucking brought it back to life almost instantly. He pulled me down on the bed and brought my legs up on his shoulders.

“I’ve got a lot of moves, just tell me how you like it best,” he said as he eased his cock inside me.

“Ohhh, fuck, Colby, any way you wanta do it,” I moaned.  He felt so good, and the fact that he was a smooth, horny, muscular teenager made it all the better. And yeah, he had moves! He fucked me crazy.  He didn’t last as long as I expected, being his second time, but he gave me a hard, wild fuck with the exuberance that only a teenager has, and he gave me his second load in my ass.  I couldn’t feel his cum but I experienced the unmistakable act itself. His big cock bolted inside me and he went into convulsions; it was like an earthquake.   

As we were resting he asked me if I thought Jason would be interested in having sex with him.  I told him most definitely.  What about a three-way?  I assured him we would both be up for that.

Jason was going to be so surprised.

“He must be a fuckin’ animal in bed,” he said.

“He’s got some pretty awesome moves,” I said. “Tell me, have you done this with any of the boys?”

“Do you want a list?” he joked.

“I presume with Braden, or Nolan?”

“Both.  Braden and I were having sex before we came here. And Jordan and Jacob,” he added.

“I had no idea.  I never heard or saw anything,” I said.

He laughed.  “We kept quiet.  And there was plenty of other opportunity besides in bed. Back in the woods, in the barn, up in the hayloft.” He laughed again.  “Hell, even on the school bus.”

“On the school bus!”

“Yeah, during the winter months it’s dark.  We never fucked though, at least not that I know of. We just knelt down between the seats and gave each other blowjobs. Great way to start the school day.”

“I can imagine. What about Blackburn?” I asked.

“You mean when he took us along to his motel to pick up his bag?  No. I think there could’ve been. There was some horseplay and wrestling around on the bed, and some serious grab ass but Blackburn ended it before it got that far.  Can I ask you something now?”

”Of course.”

“Have you or Jason done anything with any of the other boys?”

“No. Not for lack of wanting to,” I said.

“Shame, ‘cause I know they’d like to.  They think you’re both hot. How come you decided to make it with me?”

“You made that decision for me.”

“So all they gotta do is come on to you?” he said. “I’ll tell ‘em,” he added, laughing.

“I didn’t say that.  Don’t tell them that.”

“You know what would be fun?  Have an orgy.  You and Jason, me, Nolan, Jordan, Braden and Jacob all naked in a heap.  Fuck man, all this talk is making me horny again,” he said squeezing his cock.

“Breathing air makes you horny,” I said.

 Between intermittent, napping rest periods, we had sex till we heard the truck pull in. I glanced at the clock on the night stand as I got up and went to the window. 

“Huh. He’s by himself, I wonder where Braden is.”

The phone rang just as I heard Jason coming into the house.  I picked it up but didn’t speak; Jason had already answered it.

“Uncle Jason, this is Braden. I just wanted to let you guys know I’m spending the night in town with a friend from work.”

“Okay, stud, have fun,” Jason said.

“It’s not that kind of stay-over, he’s just a friend,” Braden said, laughing.

“They always start out as friends,” Jason said, laughing as he hung up.

We heard Jason come upstairs quietly as he could, then heard him showering.  We pretended to be asleep when he came in.

“Well, well,” he said quietly as he crawled into bed on the other side with Colby in between us.

We came awake from our pretended sleep.

“I see I’ve been missing out on something. When did this start?” he asked.

“Just tonight,” I said.

“About damn time.  Come here you sexy little fucker,” he said, hugging Colby against him.

“Your sexy is on the other side of me,” Colby said.  “You should see the shorts he’s wearing.”

“I’ll see ‘em when I take ‘em off of him.  Where’s your shorts?” he asked as he manhandled Colby’s manhood.

“I don’t know, they came off a long time ago.”

Colby was insatiable.  Jason and I took turns fucking him, at his request. Then he reminded me that I’d said he could fuck me. Gladly. And that was the best of all, Colby fucking me while Jason fucked Colby. It was in the wee hours of the morning when Colby went quietly back to his own room.  We didn’t want the other boys to discover us in bed together. Jason and I lay wide awake.

“So, the time has come,” he said quietly.

“Apparently so,” I said.  “By the way, he initiated it.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I do, on that account.”

“He the first one?”

“Yes.”

“Word gets out, he won’t be the last,” Jason said.

“The boys think we’re hot.”

“Which boys?” he asked.

“Braden, Nolan, Jacob, Jordan.”

“Will Colby tell them about this, do you think?”

“I told him not to, but I’m sure he’ll let them know somehow.”

“I’m surprised and I’m not,” he said.  “Braden called to say he was staying over with a friend. Just a friend, he insisted.”

“I doubt it too.  Braden and Colby were having sex together before they arrived here.”

He rolled over against me and threw an arm and leg over me.  “Are we gonna be up to this; two old codgers trying to handle five horny teenagers?”

“Colby didn’t sound like it was an old codger fucking him.” I said.

We didn’t know how Colby informed them but over the next few weeks we connected with the other boys. In each case they initiated it.  We’d agreed it would be that way; if they wanted it, they would have to come after it. Our lives turned into pure bliss. It was sex at nearly every turn; secretly and quietly in our bedroom, in the horse stall, in the hayloft, back in the woods, in the pickup, front seat and in the bed.  We even went horseback riding….bareback, in more ways than one. I was amazed at their stamina; I guess I’d forgotten how it was to be a teenager. They came to us in pairs and three’s and we took them on. No one ever complained about being unsatisfied, least of all us. We were never sure who arranged it but one of the boys arranged for Little George—he was not so little anymore—and Adam to stay over with someone. That night—all night—the six of us had unbridled sex in our bedroom. A whole new world had opened up for us.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/22/15 rp