A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 110
Devon Home On Leave 

As told by Brad 

We didn’t realize that Devon and Kyle had been talking about going back to Vietnam. It was Jake’s idea that they go; if Devon could get leave, he and Kyle could fly to Korea where Jake was stationed and the two brothers could travel south to Vietnam.  Jake, of course, longed to see Devon, but he would stay back and let the two brothers make the journey by themselves. But Devon, still under military rule, was unable to get permission to make the trip. They would have to wait till his time was up in Germany.

Devon’s return home was an emotional time. I had never seen Jason so emotional.  Devon had asked Kyle to pick him up at the bus station; he wanted to see his Dad and me as he’d left us, at home in our natural habitat.  Jason was on pins and needles waiting for them to get home. He paced the floor and paced out on the porch. He paced in the yard. He looked at his watch as he drank half cups of coffee. He was standing at the kitchen door when his pickup turned into the lane but he didn’t go out. He seemed to freeze.

“God, it’s been so long,” he whispered. 

The two boys got out of the truck and Kyle grabbed Devon’s duffle bag out of the back.  When he fumbled it, Devon laughed and took it from him and tossed it onto his shoulder as if it was nothing. When he came toward the house Jason went out. Devon was all smiles.  As his dad approached him he let the duffle bag to the ground and the two men embraced for a very long time. Then I knew why; Jason was crying and he couldn’t let go.

They finally parted and came toward the house; Kyle picked up the duffle bag.  I couldn’t believe how Devon had developed.  He looked so much bigger than when he left.  Inside, it was my turn to hold onto Devon and shed a few tears of joy. I poured more coffee and we sat around the table and talked. There was so much to say, so many questions.  

“Where are all the rug rats?” Devon asked.

Kyle laughed.  “They’re not rug rats anymore.  Wait till you see them.”

There was the usual mundane conversation, about his flight home and the like then Jason fired off a barrage of questions about his stay in Germany.  But Devon was more interested in our lives with the boys.  After a while there was an awkward pause when everybody looked all around at each other, each of us, it seemed, waiting for the other to speak.

“Shall we tell them?” Kyle asked.

“Good a time as any,” Devon said.

“What?” Jason asked. He looked fearfully anxious.

They told us about their plans to go back to Vietnam; and asked us if we wanted to go with them.  It set us both back in our seats, not that they were going--we always expected they would someday and we had kept all four of our passports up to date--but the idea that Jason and I would go back with them. All we could do was look at each other for a moment.

“I think we’ll need to think that over,” Jason said before I could say anything.

“You’ll have plenty of time to think it over,” Devon said.  “I have to go out west for some more training then we’ll go from there.”

“Where will you be stationed next?” Jason asked.

“California, at the Marine Warfare Training Center.  It’s mountain training, in the Toiyabe National Forest.  I learned to ski in the Alps, now all I have to do is learn to shoot at the same time.”  He smiled.  “It’s right on the border with Nevada so it’ll be a good excuse for you guys to come out to California and go to Las Vegas.”

I saw the worried look on Jason’s face and I understood.  It was a warfare training center.  They were planning for something big. But neither of us said anything.

Jason kept pumping Devon for more about his time in Germany, as did Kyle.  He told of some of the places he’d visited in Europe and said he had pictures but he didn’t elaborate with a lot of details that we were waiting to hear, specifically about Blackburn. Finally, Jason brought it up.

“We heard you met up with one of Brad’s old trainers; a guy named Blackburn.”

He reared back with surprise.  “You know Sgt. Blackburn!”

“Yeah, he was one of my instructors. He dropped by for a visit He’s CWO Blackburn now.”

“Wow!  Small world.”

“I’m curious if his training techniques have changed any,” Jason said.

“I don’t know how he was before but I can say he’s smart and he’s tough. He commanded respect.”

“Yes, that’s how I remember him,” I said.  “Nobody fucked with him.”

“Not the way he was built,” Devon said. “He had muscles in his shit.”

“That’s more or less what he said about you,” Jason said.

“Oh, really.”  Suddenly he started turning a reddish glow under his natural olive skin.  “You know, don’t you,” he said.

“He told me some stories but we would like to hear it from you and see if the stories jive,” Jason said.

“Look, I got to know Blackburn pretty well,” I said, “So nothing you tell us going to surprise me.”

“If you got to know him as well as I did, then you already know the story. There’s probably not much more I could add,” Devon said. “But why don’t you tell me what you know and I’ll fill in the blanks.”

“Well, he said he was in Germany helping with some kind of training…..”

“Actually he was humping the maneuvers, I think he was in on the planning,” Devon interrupted.

“So you met in a bar where you were having a good time with your buddies--he said you were grabbing a lot of attention--and he asked you how big your arms are. Are your arms really nineteen inches?”

“I don’t know. I told him I thought mine were about as big as his and he said his were nineteen inches so I want with that.”

“Remind me to measure them,” Jason said.

“We had a couple of beers but I didn’t see him again till we were actually on maneuvers and he was out there.  He said he’d been back to the bar but never saw me.  I was sort of flattered that he would go looking for me like that.”

“You discovered some contraband booze when your guys were unloading a truck?”

“Yeah,” he said, laughing.  I confiscated a bottle and gave it to him real quick.  I couldn’t be caught with it.  I asked him if he would bring it to my tent later, we would share it.”

“Did he?”

“Yeah.  I didn’t know if he would, but he did.  I was a little surprised; he could’ve just kept the bottle for himself.  We’d finished off the bourbon and we were talking about rank and I told him I was looking forward to making Sergeant so I could have his privileges.  I was kidding him about getting to go back to the barracks to a hot shower, clean sheets and a hot meal.  He said it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be and he said after the bourbon he could get a good night’s sleep anywhere.  I asked him if he wanted to stay in my tent.  It was a two man tent; I just didn’t have a sleep buddy, so there was an extra air mattress and sleeping bag.”

“So he stayed?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think he wanted to prove he could be just like the rest of us.  I asked him it would be considered fraternizing ‘cause he outranked me but he waved that off, said we all looked the same without our clothes.”

“I’d told him about my brother, and about my buddy Jake who was also in the Marines and he wanted to know more about them. So I told him about meeting Jake at football camp.  You can probably tell when I talk about Jake I don’t always think straight and he figured it out when I mentioned about us getting real tight that week at camp. I remember he said the damnedest thing….he said, ‘That happens in sports and in the military,’ and I was pretty sure he’d figured me out so I sort of opened up and started talking about us.  We were still dancing around the issue but I was getting more and more sure of him, and the more I talked the more questions he asked and I suddenly found myself spilling everything.”

“You told him everything?” I asked.

“I told him we had sex.  All of a sudden I didn’t care.  I wanted him to know--he was so fuckin’ hot--and I finally blurted it out that I was hoping for permission to go down on him. As you can imagine, that destroyed any inhibitions that were left.”

“So did you?....Go down on him?” Jason asked.

“Oh, yeah.  He was fine and everything was going along just as I’d hoped, then he gave me the shock of my life. He asked me if I wanted to fuck him.  Duh!!  Has a goat got an ass?  Hell yeah! But don’t ask me to tell you all the details, I couldn’t begin to describe it and do it justice.”

“What about Alex?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, tell us about Alex,” I chimed in.

“I don’t remember anyone named Alex,” Devon said with a frown.

“Oh, we got the impression he was a buddy of yours,” I said.

“Alex....I think he was a PFC….and a taxi....?”

“Oh yea, Alex,” he said, laughing.  “We were buddies at the time but we never stayed in touch.  Hell, I’d forgotten about that.  Blackburn set that up.  He hit on him in a bar and later we all shared a cab.  Blackburn handed the driver some money and told him to drive, didn’t tell him anywhere to go and that pretty much set the tone for me.  Next thing I know we’re making out right there in the back seat of the cab.”

“Alex was sort of uneasy, being a PFC with a corporal and a sergeant.  But he got over it real quick when he realized it was US making out with him.  Fuck, he had a big cock.  He was a virgin with guys. We drove around for quite a while and things were getting hot and heavy, and Blackburn let it slip that I liked to get fucked. I know he did it on purpose. Anyway, fucking was out there now but then Blackburn was running out of money.  So the cab driver drove out of town and parked down a narrow road so we didn’t have to stop, and he could watch.”

“We all piled out of the cab, naked, and before I knew it, PFC Alex had me bent over the truck and was drilling me a new asshole. Godd, he could fuck!  And he was so damned thick.  Man, I was trying not to walk funny when I got back to the barracks.”  He looked at us with a little smirk.  “That about do it?” he asked.

“Except for the part about renting an apartment,” Jason said.

“Aww, man, there’s just too damn much to tell. I don’t wanta waste our time on that.”  

“Damn, you make me wanta go talk to a recruiter,” Kyle said.

“You stay right where you are, in college,” Devon said.  “We don’t want the family to be all brawn and no brains.  Come on, let’s go have a beer.”

“Before you go……”  Jason went to a drawer and came back with a tape measure. “Give me your arm,” he told Devon.

“This is embarrassing,” Devon said as he flexed his right arm.

“Holy shit!” Kyle exclaimed.

“Eighteen and a quarter,” Jason announced proudly. “You’re awesome, Son.”

The two boys left to have a beer, leaving Jason and me basking in his return. 

“Listen, I’m sleeping on the couch tonight,” Jason said, with a smile when he saw my bewildered look.  “Do you remember when you told me about getting vibes from Devon?”

“Yeah,” I said, still confused.

“If he’s still sending out vibes, you don’t need to show restraint anymore.  You didn’t need to back then, but definitely not now.”

“I appreciate that, Jason, but I haven’t felt any vibes from him,” I said.

“You might when he sees I’m on the couch.”

“I can’t believe you’re setting us up,” I said.

“Not that, I’m just creating an opportunity,” he said.

I was tingly at the thought of taking advantage of that opportunity. It was strange, going to bed alone with Jason in the house, and it left me lying in bed wondering if anything would come of it. I thought Kyle and Devon would want to spend as much time together as possible.  I reached over and turned the lamp down another notch, then lay and gazed at the door that Jason told me to leave open part way.  That’s when I noticed a note taped to the door.  I got up to check it out.

“Well, son-of-a-bitch,” I swore softly.  It was Jason’s printing in big, bold letters; “Devon, Welcome Home.”

I dozed off a couple of times and finally went to sleep. I came awake with the drowsy awareness that there was someone in the room. I opened my eyes to see Devon peeling his polo shirt off over his head. Godd, he was massive! I stirred and he saw I was awake.

“I took the welcome home note as an invitation.  Tell me if I’m wrong,” he said.

“You’re not wrong,” I said, sitting up.  “Your dad put it there.”

“We wondered what the hell when we saw him sleeping on the couch.  We figured it out when we came up and sat the note on your door.”

“What did Kyle think?” I asked.

“He smacked me on the butt and told me to sleep well.”

“I expected the two of you to spend your time together.”

“We’ll have our time. Right now I wanta collect on those vibes I was sending out before.”

“I didn’t feel any vibes from you this time,” I said.

“Are you feeling them now?” he asked cockily as he undid his belt and fly.

“More like I’m being stalked,” I joked.

“You are.”

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” I said as he pulled his jeans off and kicked them aside.

“So if I’d looked like this back then…..?” he asked as he climbed into bed.

“It’s better now when I don’t have to exercise restraint,” I said. As he was lying down I pressed my hand against the hard plate of his stomach.  “Talk about abs to die for! How did you develop your stomach like this?”

“Under Jake’s tutelage. His body is the benchmark. Then I just kept doing what he taught me. Of course the Marines helped but I doubled my efforts because I wanted to live up to his expectations.”

“I really don’t think he had those expectations; they were yours,” I said as I ran my hand over his upper body.

“But he instilled them in me,” he said.

“No inhibitions, no pretenses, I’m a big boy now,” he said as he wrapped an arm and a leg around me and pulled me into a tight embrace, followed by a hard and passionate man kiss.

The emotion behind it took my breath away. It was like being transported into a dream that I had dared not have; at last in a sexual embrace with this muscular teenager turned Marine.

“Godd, you’ve got muscles bulging all over the place.”

“It makes me feel good, and proud, to hear you say that.  You and Dad were my first inspiration, Kyle’s, too.”

I reached down between us, sliding my and over his rock hard abs again to grasp his cock.  It was so thick and meaty; a real man’s cock.  “Did I inspire this?” I asked.

“You inspired the condition it’s in,” he said.  “You know I love you, Brad. You’re like my second dad. So this is not all about sex; I want you to know that. I wanta fuck you so bad, but I want it to feel like I’m making love to you.”

“I don’t think we could separate the two if we tried,” I said.

“That was sort of a request, so is that a yes?” he said with a big grin.

“I think if I said no, I would get raped,” I joked.

“I’m so fuckin’ hot for you right now, you might get raped anyway.  I’ve thought about this, and actually, I wanta fuck you twice,” he said. “First time to get the sex out of the way, then I want to make love to you.”

He was playing with my ass, squeezing the muscles and sliding a wetted finger along the crack. “Ah, yes,” he murmured when he felt the lube. He used it to massage my hole and probe through. His fingers were thick and strong and I cried out when he found my love nut.  “Yeah, you’re mine,” he said as he used two fingers.  He wasn’t gentle.  He added a third finger and probed and twisted and gouged my ass to open me up.  All the while he was smothering me with kisses.

“Godd, this is going to be so good,” he whispered as he came on top of me.  I brought my legs up and he pushed them against my chest.  Looking down he said, “Fuck, man, your ass looks good enough to eat.”

“The lube is edible,” I said.

“You think of everything,” he said as he bent down and buried his face in my spread butt.

He began flicking his tongue at my hole like a darting snake, sending eddies of excitement all through me.  “You’re nice and open,” he said as he flattened his hands around my butt and spread it   wider.

I could feel the air wafting through my hole.

“I can see inside you. I think your asshole’s flirting with me,” he said.

“It’s begging,” I told him.

He laughed then shoved his thumbs inside me stretched my hole open wider. “Better put the pillow over your face, I’m gonna tongue rape you,” he warned.

I’d barely grabbed the pillow before his tongue was driving deep inside my ass, licking, lavering the delicate lining, fucking me, driving me crazy.  I cried out in the pillow and I could tell Devon was laughing. “OhMyGodd…. OhMyGodd…. OhhMyGodd…. OhhMyGodd….”

I jerked the pillow aside.  “Oh, Godd, Devon, fuck me! I can’t stand this!  I want your cock!”

“Coming right up,” he said as he hunkered over me and the next         instant he was impaling me on his big, thick cock, all the way in.

“OHHHHhhhhh!” I groaned.  “Oh Godd, it’s in so deep!”

“You said you wanted my cock, I assumed you wanted all of it,” he said, holding me tight.  I could feel him purposely causing his cock to throb and it sent waves of pleasure through me.

I couldn’t recall when I’d been so overwhelmed with sex. Something about this boy-man Marine humbled me. He held me for a long time, his hard muscles pressed against me.

“You know, when you’re a teenager growing into a man and you don’t know when it’s gonna happen--actually be a man—and you think when you’re big enough and strong enough to dominate your dad, that’s when you’re a man. That’s what I used to think. But now that I am a man, none of that’s important.  Don’t get me wrong, I like this domination position but it’s not about domination; it’s about love and respect and admiring your dad as a man. I know it’s sorta mixed up but that’s how I feel about you, Brad.”

“I understand the mixed up feelings,” I said. “We brought you here as a little boy, and that little boy will always be tucked away in the recesses of my mind. And now I’ve got this hot, muscle-stud Marine on top of me that used to be that little boy, with his big cock throbbing deep inside of me….It’s hard to get my head wrapped around it.”

“Well, it’s good we understand each other,” he said as he slowly withdrew to the head then eased his cock back in. “I’m gonna fuck you now.  I don’t know if it’s gonna be hard and rough or easy loving, or if it’s gonna be two times or a dozen times, I’m just want it to be mind boggling sex that we never forget.”

“Are you capable of anything but mind boggling sex?” I chided him.  Then,  “Ohhhh….Ohhh, Devon, that feels so incredible,” I moaned.  “Godd, yes….fuck me…..however you want….just don’t shortchange yourself in the process.”

“Whatever you’re feeling, Brad, I’m feeling.  And more, ‘cause I’m thanking my dad for setting this up for us, and I’m honored and humbled to be plowing in where my dad’s been plowing for so long. I’m glad you brought him around, Brad.”

“What do you mean, brought him around? It was his idea to sleep on the couch.”

“No, I mean back in the beginning….back in Vietnam, when you made him love you.”

“I didn’t bring him around.  He came around all on his own.”

“I don’t think he would say that.  I think he would say you made it impossible not to love you.”

“Sounds romantic, but it doesn’t sound like Jason,” I said.

He didn’t talk after that. I would’ve like to hear more of his deep feelings that were suddenly surfacing but I was happy with the gentle quiet of our breathing and soft moans and the slick, wet sounds of flesh penetrating flesh. It wasn’t rough but he drove home his man love in hard, thrusting terms. I returned the favor.  It would be hard tell how many times we fucked each other, or if it was one continuous fuck exchange.  

Devon’s time was up all too soon and he had to head on to California Jason was still worried—we both were—but we never spoke of it We didn’t hear from him for a long time and that worried Jason more. Finally, we got a short note.

Dad

Communications will be short and sweet; no time for ourselves.  You know that drill, Dad.  I would very much like for you guys to come out this way. I might not be able to spend much time with you but that doesn’t mean you can’t come out and enjoy sunny California. San Diego is an incredible place—lots of Marine eye candy. I was able to visit there for a couple of days before training started.  And it’d be fun for you to go back to where you took SEAL training.  I heard some guys talking about Palm Springs, apparently a real hot spot in the desert.  Never went there but hope to when this training is over. If you go there, let me know what it’s like, and what to expect. Please consider it. I don’t care if we only get an hour together, it’d be worth it to me.  

Closing for now.

Love you both.

Devon  

We wanted to go but weren’t at all sure about leaving the boys at home to fend for themselves. It was horrifying to think of all the trouble they could get into.  When we mentioned it their excitement was unlimited, I thought not because we would be getting away, but that they would be left alone.  They were disappointed at our reluctance.

“We can manage by ourselves,” Jacob said. Colby and Braden will keep us in line.”

“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head.  “Can we trust you?  I mean, really, considering all the trouble you’ve been in.”

“We won’t get in trouble,” Nolan said solemnly.  “That’s a promise.

Of all people to speak, I thought.

“I don’t know, we’ll have to think about it. 

For the next several weeks the boys seemed dead set on proving that they could be self-sufficient and trusted. Chores were done on time without any prompting from us.  They got up and got themselves ready for school without us saying a word.  They pitched in to help with meals and jumped right into cleaning up and doing dishes. It was almost amusing.  One night at supper we let them know that we’d caught on to what they were doing.

“Look, guys, we know what you’re doing.  We know you can take care of yourselves.  We don’t know if we can trust you to stay out of trouble.”

Jacob got up and went into the living room and came back with the Bible.

“Everybody, hands on the Bible, now,” he said. “Now repeat after me.  I do promise and solemnly swear….that I will not get in trouble….while Uncle Brad and Uncle Jason are gone.  So help me God.”

It was sort of cute, and they convinced us of their sincerity.  We went to California.  We wrote Devon that we were coming.  He was elated, but he couldn’t give us a definite time that we might visit him.  We had planned on staying at the del Coronado Hotel. I had seen and admired the grand old lady when I was in SEAL training but staying there was way above my pay grade at the time. We were going to splurge. Devon fired a note back saying the Del was super first class but then he recommended the Navy Lodge as an alternative; he thought we would fit right in, and we would likely get preferential treatment if we showed our military ID. We reluctantly switched our reservations.

We flew to San Diego and rented a car; a convertible; neither of us had ever driven a convertible before. I was still having misgivings about not staying at the Del, especially when I saw it again, but Brad pointed out that we could still try to get a room there if the Navy Lodge didn’t suit us.  It did; in spades, and we sent Devon a note with the address and phone number where he could reach us.

The place was perfect; oversized room with an equally oversized bed, kitchen, oceanfront with a great view, even a furnished open deck. I felt right at home. It was like an octagonal porch with all the windows open. I stepped out to smell the ocean. It was intoxicating.

Brad remarked about the bed, “Damn, I’ve never seen such a big bed. It’s big enough to hold an entire platoon.”

“And it probably has,” I said.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he asked.

“No, I never stayed here; never had that much free time.  But there’s a lot of Navy here that’s not in SEAL training, I’m sure a lot of them put it to good use.”

The whole atmosphere was greatly conducive to sex and we took full advantage of it.  We even slept and had sex out on the open deck.  We were high enough up that we couldn’t be seen but if anyone had been walking along the beach they could’ve probably heard us.

We’d been there for two days and after one particularly rousing bout of fucking, Brad remarked that I had not once mentioned going back to where I’d taken SEAL training.

“I will; I’m working up to it,” I said. 

I could tell Brad didn’t understand but he left me to it. When I did decide to go the next day he asked me if I wanted him to along.  Of course I did.

I reported in, showed my ID, told them when I was there and asked if I could have a look around. The youngish, muscular sergeant nodded and stood up.

“I’ll escort you myself.”

It was good to be back but not as nostalgic as I’d expected. When we were shown to the dive pool I laughed, shaking my head

“Brings back memories?” the sergeant said

“Yeah, and not all good ones,” I said

“That’s probably a universal feeling,” he said.  “But the bad ones were probably the most beneficial.”

“I’m not going to argue that,” I said. I turned to Brad.  “They blindfolded us, bound our hands and feet and threw us in.

“I don’t think I would have any good memories of that either,” Brad said

The sergeant asked, “Was there any part of the training that you didn’t use?”

I looked at him, right into his dark blue eyes. “Not one damn thing. Most of it subconsciously but it was there to draw on.”

“You remembered the lesson on how to handle pain,” he said

“Only too well.  Face it and pile on more pain,” I said.

Brad laughed.  “So that’s the reason you’re not afraid of anything. He’s not, you know,” he said to the sergeant.  “He would wrestle the devil himself and probably win.”

“No probably about it,” the sergeant said.

I laughed.  “There were never any probabilities in BUD/s.”

“Where’d you bunk?” the sergeant asked, motioning to the sleeping quarters.

Walking into the barracks was like coming home. I found my room and damned if the place didn’t wrap itself around me.  It was occupied but there was no one there at the time.  I looked around, absorbing the smell of the place then walked out. It was enough; I’d had my fill.

“Well, I won’t take up any more of your time, Sergeant.  Thanks for the tour.”

“Thanks for the privilege,” he said.

We walked quietly back to the car.  I felt like Brad was expecting me to say something but I didn’t have anything to say except I was glad I’d come. 

We spent leisurely time swimming and lying out on the beach. There was some great eye candy roaming around the beach, mostly clad in Speedos or other skimpy suits. It was obvious by the haircuts, the air of confidence and their healthy looks that they were mostly military. 

It dawned on me that I’d seen this one guy every day in the same spot only a few yards from our deck. He was always by himself and spent a lot of his time basking in the sun or gazing out at the ocean and other times I would see him writing in a journal.  He was long and lean but well-muscled with a tight-as-a-drum body.  He looked awfully young; I wasn’t sure if he was military or a high school kid.

One time Brad had gone back to the room to start a light supper while I did some serious power swimming in the ocean. As I was walking back to our room I paused alongside the kid and asked, “Hey, are you paying rent on that space?”

He smiled.

“I’m in the room with the deck,” I said, motioning to the open deck.

“This is where a lot of the older guys stay when they come back,” he said. “I don’t mean to imply that you’re old, but I think you are probably retired.” 

“No offense taken.  Not retired, just out. I’ve noticed this is where you always hang out.”

“Does it bother you that I’m so close?” he asked.

“No, no, not at all,” said.

“I like this stretch of the beach. I have such great respect for those men. That includes you and your buddy.”

“Thanks.”

“I would like very much to talk to you about your service if you would.”

“Is that a school assignment I see you working on?”

“No, it’s sort of a journal.  Mostly, notes, actually; impressions of guys I see or meet. I hope to write some stories. I’ve got some outlines started.”

“Tell-alls, huh?”

“No, no.  I don’t use real names.  I keep a list of guys’ real names along with a short bio so I remember who they are but then I assign pseudonyms to protect their identity.”

“You sound serious about this,” I said.

“I am. So would you ask your buddy and consider talking to me?”

“What’s your name?”

“Charlie.”

“We’ll think about it, Charlie.” 

As told by Brad 

We were sitting out on the deck with cold beers and watching the ocean and the sea gulls and the eye candy.  The breeze coming in off the ocean was taking on a chill as the sun slipped lower. I’d never seen so many hot looking men in my life. 

“There’s some mighty fine manhood romping along this beach.”

 I remarked. “We could probably hook up with somebody if we put ourselves out there.”

Jason had picked up the phone book and was flipping through the Yellow Pages, marveling at the size of the directory. Suddenly he stopped and spread the phone book out on the coffee table in front of us and flipped several pages back and forth. 

“They’re advertising escorts in the Yellow Pages, female and male,” he exclaimed. “And all-male spas and health clubs, even as far as Palm Spring and Palm Desert.”

“Find anything interesting?” I asked.

“Damn, look at this one! It’s even got a picture. And listen to this:  There’s a lot to like about me. Reasonably good looking former Marine, 6-3, 240 pounds, all muscle, with enough of that muscle-weight in the right place to satisfy. Likeable straight but I can be gay for pay.  $200 first hour, $150 next hours.  This ex-Marine delivers. I come with a promise of satisfaction.  Out calls only.  Want two of us? I have a buddy.  Call 619….   Fuck, I think I’ll call this stud, what do you think?”

I studied the photo. The guy wasn’t lying; there was a lot to like about him. He was a god.  “If you think you can handle him,” I joked.

We talked about going to Palm Springs. Interesting as it sounded, we had not yet heard from Devon and we wanted to be on hand when he contacted us.

We decided to do the interview.  Charlie was delighted.  Jason told him in a most unique way.  It was early afternoon and he went out on the deck to see if he there.  He was, with his journal.

“Hey, Charlie, do you still wanta do that interview?”

“Yes!”

“Come on up, then.”  He leaned out the window and extended his arm down, they locked hands to forearms and he pulled Charlie up through the window.

“Have a seat, Brad’ll be out in a minute.”

Charlie had quite an array of swim suits; he alternated every day.  That day he had on a rather baggy, but not unattractive boxer suit.  It was obvious he wasn’t wearing a swimmer’s jock underneath.  Very obvious.  I saw Jason noticing, too, and I wondered where he might take it.

Charlie had a well-organized list of questions for us, from our boyhood, when and why we’d decided to go in the military, thru basic training and beyond, then he got down to the nitty-gritty of war and the business of being a sniper.  I was surprised how Jason opened up to him, and pleased that was able to.  I could see emotions surfacing from time to time and I thought it might be good therapy. It was for me. At one point as the interview was winding down Jason commented on his swimsuit and asked him where he got it.

“There’s a swim shop just down the street.  You should check it out.  They’ve got everything imaginable, from boardies to string bikinis.  I hate boardies but I like something a little less revealing than a bikini.”

“Pardon me for saying so but that one you’ve got on isn’t concealing a whole hell of a lot a certain way you sit and when you walk it’s banging the drum.”

“Really!  I thought…..”

“Hey, I’m not complaining, just pointing out that it’s not doing the job you were hoping for,” Jason said.

Charlie stood and looked down at himself.  “You’re right...I never noticed.”

“I doubt anybody’s complaining,” I put in.  I’d noticed too the sizeable appendage visible beneath the loose fitting suit.

“We’ve embarrassed you,” Jason said.

“No, not really….it’s okay,” the boy stammered.

“Looks okay to me.  Looks real fine,” Jason said, staring intently at the boy.

I saw Charlie’s face flush as he obviously interpreted Jason’s meaning. 

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t notice how both of you fill out your suits,” he said. He flushed a little more.  “I make notes about that in my outlines.”

“Oh, really,” Jason said, waving him closer. “Tell me, what’re your stories about?”

“About Marines and Navy guys mostly, and how they meet, sometimes in basic training, or in SEAL training, or in combat, or on leave. All kinds of scenarios. How did you guys meet?”

“He tried to run me down with a Jeep,” Jason said.

I laughed and said, “And he stopped it with his bare hands.”

“We’ll give you your story, Charlie, but…..” Charlie was standing    close and Jason reached out with his hand around the boy’s thigh and pulled him closer. “First things first, okay?” he said as he groped a big hand full of Charlie’s swim suit.

“Oh!” Charlie gasped.

“I don’t know why you’d want to conceal this in the first place,” Jason said as he groped and squeezed harder. “Shit, kid, I’ve been around a LOT of naked men and I don’t remember ever seeing anything like what I’m feeling.”

 “I know I’m pretty big,” Charlie said timidly.

“That’s not pretty big, that’s magnificent big.”

He was thoroughly enjoying making this kid uncomfortable. He waved me over to have a look.  I sat next to him, both of us now face to face with the front of Charlie’s swimsuit. Jason gradually and steadily failed to surprise me but this was another display of boldness that I hadn’t expected.  Suddenly he started tugging the suit down. Charlie made a cursory grab but the waistband slipped from his fingers and he stood there looking down at his suit slowly being pulled down off his hips.  The boy was thick and meaty with the bluish veins attributed more to older men as more and more of his cock was revealed. Jason pulled the suit nearly to his knees before the boy’s cock swung gently to freedom.  I stifled a gasp. He was gargantuan; easily ten inches long. 

“Holy fuckin’ shit!” Jason said laughing.

“It doesn’t get much bigger,” Charlie offered, sounding rather apologetic.

“”Are you apologizing?” Jason asked. “Fuck, dude, it don’t have to get any bigger as long as it gets hard,” he declared.

“It does but it takes a little while,” he said, almost apologetically.

“Wanta show us?” Jason asked.

“I could, I guess. But it’ll take a minute.”

“Take all the time you need,” Jason said.

We sat and watched Charlie pull on his cock and stroke it. It began to expand in all directions and I was anxious and excited to see how big he would get.  I was visualizing twelve inches or so. It was easily the biggest cock I’d ever seen hanging. I saw how intently Jason was watching, but my mouth was watering.

“Has this thing ever seen the inside of a pussy?” Jason asked.

“Yes, about two months ago.  It was an older woman.”

“Well, you’d wanta be mighty careful popping some young cherry with this, that’s for sure. Were you cherry?”

“No, but I haven’t had much sex with girls; they’re scared when they see how big I am.”

“So you switched to guys?” Jason asked.

“I wouldn’t say I switched, exactly, but I have had more sex with guys. Guys aren’t afraid of my size; in fact they get excited when the see how big I am.  But it’s mostly older men.”

I couldn’t take it any longer.  I grasped the boy’s hips and turned him squarely to me.  “Let me help you with that,” I said, then I leaned in and scooped up the head of his cock into my mouth.

“Ohhhh!....Ohhhhh!” he cried out.

He was huge but I was determined.  I sucked his cock in till the head was pressing hard against the opening of my throat. Then I made a swallowing motion and pulled him into my throat. He gasped again and held onto my head and groaned and whinnied the whole time I was swallowing him. It was such an exhilarating feeling to pull the huge sausage-like meat deeper and deeper into my throat.  His legs started shaking as I pressed my face hard into his pubes.  

“My Godd, I don’t believe this!” he whispered.

I heard Jason chuckle.  I held him like that for a couple of minutes, thrilling to the steady pulsations that were filling his cock with more and more of his life blood. He’d said it didn’t get much bigger but I could definitely feel it snaking deeper down my throat. I was anxious to see how big but I was in no rush to withdraw.

“Are you gonna give his cock back to him?” Jason asked me.

I had to withdraw then to keep from choking on my laughter. I stifled it so I could pull back slow and easy.  I saw Jason’s eyes bug out as more and more of the huge cock came into view.  I was mesmerized myself, knowing that there was at least an equal amount of the boy’s meat still buried in my throat.

“Well, holy fuck, how much more is there?” Jason said.

I eased back and the great cock swung up like a battering ram, not ram-rod hard but definitely bigger.  I stuck with my original prediction of twelve inches and I could barely get my hand around it.

“Godd, it’s magnificent,” I said hoarsely.

“Now that is what I call a cock!” Jason declared as he wrapped his hand around it.

Suddenly the boy backed away from us, pulling up his swim suit. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said.

Jason and I sat there, baffled.

“I have certain principles,” the boy continued as he grabbed up his journal.

I felt like shit. “Hey, I’m sorry.  We didn’t mean to compromise your principles,” I said.

“No, no, it was my fault.  I let you……”

“Really, we’re sorry,” Jason said.

“Thank you.  Thank you so much….for everything.” He seemed like a caged animal looking for an escape and I realized that he didn’t know the way out since he’d come up through the window.

“Here, this way,” I said as I showed him through the room to the door.

“Thanks again.”

I went back to find Jason sitting there, drop-jawed.

“What the fuck….”

I was shaking my head. “I’ll get us a beer.”

I’d just returned with two cold beers when Charlie appeared again.

“I’m sorry I rushed out like that.  I….I changed my mind, if I can.  I wanta do it if you still do.”

“First, tell us why you rushed out,” Jason said. 

“I was raised to believe that sex before marriage was wrong and sex with other boys was very, very wrong, and I’ve been trying to refrain but it feels so good to get my cock sucked and I’m not being very successful sticking to my principles. Especially with all the gorgeous military men all around.  I can say that because I know I’m gay.  I’ve wanted to have sex with those men so bad and for so long but like I said, it’s always older men who want to suck my cock.  The Marines and Navy guys all want their cocks sucked. I want to see what it’s like to get my cock sucked by real men.  I never had anything feel so wonderful and I’d like to finish it…..if you will.”

I didn’t know what to say, or do.

“I don’t want to get you all fucked up in the head,” I said.

“You won’t, I promise.  It’s if you don’t do it that my head’s gonna be fucked up.  I fucked that woman but it didn’t feel anything like what you were doing. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance again….but if you don’t want to…..”

“I do,” I cut in.  “You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.  It’s magnificent and I would really like to show you, all the way.”

“Oh, yes, that would be wonderful.  I’m sorry I acted like such a baby.”

The boy was so nervous he could hardly speak. Jason stood up and went around behind the boy and wrapped his muscular arms around him.

“Calm down,” he whispered.   “My buddy will take care of you, all the way to the end.  I’ll help him. Just relax. You okay?”

“Yes,” he hissed, nodding his head.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  Let’s get this suit off of you and lay you out on the couch.”

I took my cue and pulled the boy’s suit down. He lifted his feet for me to take it off of him.  Then Jason guided him to the couch.

“Just lay back and relax,” he told him.

I knelt beside the couch and lifted the massive cock up off his belly and tilted it my way to take it in my mouth.  He whimpered with joy.  Jason knelt beside me and began kissing his stomach and chest and sucking his nipples.

“Oh, God, nothing’s ever felt this good in my whole life.”

I pulled his rubbery meat into my throat like a python swallowing its prey.  I pressed my chin into his balls that Jason was pushing up for me and I held him there to pulse and throb and expand. I wondered if he could actually reach into my stomach like a scope.  Jason worked his way down to join me and began sucking the boy’s balls.  The huge cock was a novelty to me and I had a wonderful time with it.  Jason listed the boy’s right leg up and tilted his hips sideways so he could reach his butt.  Charlie whimpered and lay his forearm across his eyes as Jason began rimming him. 

I didn’t suck the boy as much as I let him use my throat for his pleasure.  He used me at various depths but the head of his cock never left my throat. If his cock ever got bone hard it didn’t faze me; my gag reflex seemed to be turned off. 

Jason had replaced his tongue with his finger and I felt Charlie’s cock expand sharply in my throat and I knew he’d found the boy’s prostate. While he finger fucked him he kissed his way back up his stomach and chest and was nuzzling his neck.  Charlie wrapped his arm around his neck.

“How would you like to get fucked?” Jason whispered hoarsely.

I thought, Oh Shit, I didn’t think the boy intended for things to go that far.

“Will it hurt?” he asked timidly.

“Maybe a little, at first,” Jason said. “But you won’t notice it much ‘cause you’ll be fucking my buddy’s throat.”

“All right, I trust you,” he said after a brief hesitation.

I was worried the kid’s “principles” would kick in and he would freak out again.  I didn’t realize it at the time but Jason had used the lube that we’d left out there. I never let go of Charlie’s cock; or rather he didn’t let it go.  Jason tilted Charlie more onto his side and I had to crawl up on the couch to keep servicing the boy.  Jason stood and positioned himself, ready to enter him.  I held my breath, thinking this could turn into a total cluster fuck in an instant. He shoved in and I knew he’d penetrated him by the sudden groan and Charlie’s body tightening; his cock also bolted in my throat.

I couldn’t really gauge the entry but Charlie wasn’t stopping him. I was proud of him for that.  I gauged it then when Charlie and I were shoved harder across the couch and I knew Jason was all the way in. I knew, too, when he started fucking him, by Charlie’s moaning.  He was liking it!  I was surprised that he’d taken to fucking like a duck to water but I guessed his principles didn’t matter so much now.  But I also wondered fleetingly if this might not be his first time; maybe he was putting us on.  Whatever; it didn’t matter. It wasn’t a love fest; it was pure sex.   

Maybe ten minutes into it I felt another sensation overtake Charlie’s cock that was still gliding back and forth in my throat; a fluttering sort of pulsation, then the warmth of his cum being deposited deep in my throat.  It was a new experience for me.  I’d taken loads in my throat before, but not like this.  Jason must have known that the kid had gone off but he kept fucking him and the steady thrusts kept Charlie’s cock going as if he had not cum at all.  Luckily, as for most guys who are exceptionally well hung, Charlie’s cock never got steel hard so my throat wasn’t getting sore.  A few minutes later Jason was building up his head of steam; grunting and pounding Charlie’s ass, pushing us harder against the back of the couch till my head was wedged in between the couch and Charlie’s loins.  Charlie groaned again and I knew he was feeling Jason’s         load shooting in him, and he might have had another orgasm himself, I wasn’t sure.

There was a long aftermath before any of us moved; Jason had forced himself squarely on top of Charlie and I was in a twist under him. Finally, Jason pushed himself up and stood off the couch.

“Fuck, that was awesome,” he said.

I eased Charlie onto his side and together we extracted his long, rubbery cock from my throat.  I got a taste cum as the head of his cock dragged across my tongue. Charlie rolled onto his back, one leg fell over the edge of the couch and his enormous cock lolled over one thigh.

“Fuck, I still can’t believe the size of that thing,” Jason said as he reached down to pull Charlie to a sitting position. His cock literally lay out on the cushion.

I sat up beside him.

“That is one awesome cock,” I said.

“I hope I didn’t hurt your throat,” he said.

“No, it was all good.”

“How’d you like getting fucked?” Jason asked.

“I can’t even begin to describe it. I just knew I wanted it after what you were doing with your fingers.  I had no idea I had feelings like that in my ass.”

“How about your principles?” I asked, for I was seriously concerned.

“Lies.  All lies,” he said.  “I’m going to write about this.”

Charlie got dressed and left and we didn’t see him the next day or the next.

We still did not hear from Devon.  Jason had not forgotten about the ad for the male escort. He called him and arranged for him to come to our room at two in the afternoon the next day.  He said he knew the place and told Jason he would come by way of the beach.  We sat out on the deck to wait for his arrival.

I spotted him first; or who I thought had to be him--Jason was searching the other direction. He was wearing a tiny, dull colored swim suit and nothing else. By tiny, it was little more than a pouch held up with a very narrow waist that clung to his hips. I didn’t say anything till he was closer.

“Here he comes, I think.”

Jason turned around.

“Fuck, I hope so,” he said.

We got a better look at him and the swim suit as he came closer. It was a dull grayish-green with black piping, made of some kind of thin, stretch material that molded itself around his manhood. There was a lot of give to the material which allowed his manhood to shift beautifully as he walked. The weight pulled it down so that there was a line of hair above the top.

“If that’s him, you got yourself a winner,” I said.

“It’s gonna be him whether it is or not.  If he’s not the one I called, well, I’m gonna drag his tight ass in here anyway.  Geezuss he is built!”

I laughed. “Just the way you like ‘em.”

“Fuck, look at that suit he’s got on. Looks like he was poured into it.  Or it was poured over him.”

When he was close enough to see us, he turned in our direction.

“Is one of you Jason?” he called out as he approached.

“Right here,” Jason called back.

“Great!” he said as he came up to the side of the deck.  “Okay if I just climb in?”

“Yeah.” Jason put an arm down to help pull him up.

The guy was truly breath taking, especially the way the pouch of his suit jiggled and bounced then settled to become a sack supporting his manhood.

He seemed to have the same appreciation for us.  “I’m Dan, and I think I’m glad you called,” he said with a big smile as we all shook hands.

“I’m definitely glad I called,” Jason said, eyeing the mighty bulge of his suit.  “I’ve never seen a suit like that; it’s awesome.”

“It gets the job done,” Dan said.

“With great effort, obviously,” I said as I hefted the weight of the pouch in one hand. He was heavy and I was looking forward to what he had in there.

“You want a beer?” Jason asked.

“Sure, thanks.”               

Jason left and came back with three beers.  We sprawled on the couch that went around half the deck under the windows.  Not close but the way Dan sprawled, his legs laid apart, his knees touched ours and neither of us pulled away. The front of his swim suit rested on the couch.

“You guys military?” Dan asked.

“Marines,” I said.  “He’s Navy and Marines.”

“No shit,” Dan said.        

Jason said, “Your ad said ex-Marine.  You know there’s no such thing as an ex-Marine.”

“I know.  I put that in there to throw off the snoops.  Ever since those guys got in trouble for making gay porn, the Marines is pretty sensitive about shit like that.  Stating that you’re a Marine, or SEAL or Navy, they take that as being active duty and I’ve heard of guys being set up. An ex, they don’t bother, nothing they can do about it. Are you guys together, like in together?”

“Since we met in Vietnam,” Jason replied.

“No wives or girlfriends, then.”

“Neither.”

I took it as long as I could, just looking at Dan.  I reached down and cupped his manhood in my hand as I’d done before. He hunkered down further on the couch.  Jason took my cue and started feeling his chest and stomach. He was really attracted to muscle; mine or anybody else’s.  He was still attracted to women but it was about equal now, between women and men.

After a couple of minutes I slid off the couch and got between his legs on my knees. I leaned in and buried my face in his crotch. He put his hand on the back of my head.

“There’s a lot of meat in this pouch,” I said as I began mouthing it.  It was soaked in no time, and transparent. I could even make out the veins through the thin material. I wet it thoroughly before I rose up so Jason could see.  In the process the suit had pulled down even more till the root of his cock was showing.

“Looking at that suit, I feel overdressed,” Jason joked. He and I were both in our shorts.

I leaned down again and carefully took the suit in my teeth and tugged it way out and down then nuzzled my face in under his balls to leave his suit under them.  His manhood tumbled out on my face.  Jason took time out to take off his own shorts and I did the same.  He reached down for Dan’s cock and balls and held them up in my face but he went back to kissing all over his upper body.  I knew that he would somehow have us in a position where he could go for Dan’s ass, if I didn’t beat him to it. I thought about vying for it but there was plenty of this man to go around.

Dan’s cock was big and meaty with a network of bluish veins that gave his cock a macho edge that I loved.  He was cut but there was enough left to form a slight collar.  He was overflowing precum and I licked it up as fast as he produced it.  He tasted wonderful and it made my mouth water for more.  He looked to be about nine inches hard, thick enough to be a challenge, but I would take him. A cock this magnificent should not be denied anything.

“You said you could be gay for pay?

“I put that in there for a reason, too.  I don’t often get guys like you.  So I put that in there in case I get a fat slob or a real swishy twink.  They get their money’s worth but if they want more, like for me to fuck them or reciprocate, it costs them more.  If it’s a really bad situation, I jack the price up out of sight.”

“Do you ever still get a taker?”

“I did once.  I told the guy it would be an extra thousand dollars to suck his cock and he paid it.  The price has been higher ever since that debacle. God, it was awful.”

“How much to be gay for us?” Jason asked.

“No extra charge.  Getting guys like you is a blessing. Besides, you’re Marines.”                                                                            

“In that case, why don’t we get on the floor in a position where I can get to your ass.  I’m hungry, and your ass is mouth-watering.”

Dan didn’t hesitate, I thought maybe because Jason had indicated that he wanted to rim him.  I wondered how quickly he would’ve responded if he’d mentioned fucking him.  I wasn’t sure he would be that gay. I could be wrong.

Dan assisted in stretching me out on the floor and straddled me in a sixty-nine position, offering his ass up for Jason’s pleasure.   Can’t say how happily surprised I was about that, to have the big stud go down on me.  I was amazed how good he was and I didn’t believe he got that way just from charging guys extra for blow jobs. There was something too intent in the way he did me. Jason devoured his ass, slobbering and moaning like a little pig at the trough. I saw him wetting his fingers and then heard Dan moan again.

I was wrong. It was nice to look up and see Jason’s big cock come into view, aimed at Dan’s ass. He set his cock and pushed in and I felt Dan’s groan around my cock. The way he took Jason’s thrusts and devoured my cock I wasn’t so sure he was all that much “gay for pay.”  Especially when some time later he lifted his head and looked under his belly at me.

“Hey, Brad, do you wanta break from this and go back and help your buddy out with my ass?”

I didn’t understand; it felt and looked like Jason was doing just fine on his own till Dan added, “Sometimes it takes two.”

Holy shit, I thought, he wants us to double fuck him!  Gay for pay, my ass!  I didn’t hesitate.  I slid out from under him and went around to join Jason.  Dan slumped down with his head and shoulders on the floor and Jason moved up onto his. I hunkered in and aimed my cock just under Jason’s.  It was a bit awkward but Dan’s ass opened up nicely and received my hard inches.  When we were firmly lodged and positioned the two of us began fucking him. 

It was beautiful.  We used our cocks as one, we fucked him in tandem; we fucked him hard, we fucked him easy. It as a roller coaster fuck that had Dan groaning and clawing the rug and begging for more and harder.  Beads of sweat formed on the small of Jason’s back and ran down his ass crack onto my cock. The sweat beading up on my forehead dripped onto Jason’s back. We fucked him till my thighs screamed for relief.  The pain was worse than anything I remembered going through as a green recruit in basic. But the intense pleasure fueled my lust and I fucked on.

The climax was a domino effect triple explosion. Jason went off first.  He didn’t announce it—none of us did—and I knew he was cumming only by the sudden bolting throb of his cock against mine followed by a series of pulsations that sent streams of hot semen into Dan’s ass that washed back over my cock.  He set me off but not before I felt Dan’s ass muscles go crazy with fluttering squeezes around both our cocks followed by an incredible rectal massage that threatened to squeeze the life out of my cock.  In the end we came together, my cock beating a rhythm to his quivering ass.  The room rapidly took on the wonderful aroma of sweat and cum and it seared my nostrils like a drug. 

I started to move first, struggling to keep the strength in my legs.

“Don’t move off of me, I’ll float away,” Dan said in a weak whisper.

I pulled my cock free and Jason’s came with it. Cum gushed out of Dan’s ass and ran down his balls and the inside of his thighs. We staggered backwards and fell back on the couch.

“Fuck, I think I’m paralyzed,” Dan moaned as he tried to move.

We didn’t come to his aid; we let him struggle to push himself up and fall back on the couch between us.  A path of cum trailed behind him.

“I have never been so thoroughly fucked,” Dan said with weak, happy laughter.

“I’ve never been so thoroughly surprised,” I said.

“Me either,” Jason said.

“Why do you say that?” Dan asked.

“I thought you would offer your body to us but never anything like this.  When you said gay for pay, I never expected you to reciprocate the way you did.”

“Well, I don’t want to disappoint you,” he said. “If we can shower I’ll revert to my macho top mode.”

“I kinda liked the mode we were in,” Jason joked.

Coming out of the shower we didn’t dry off. I came out first and cleaned the cum off the floor and the couch then joined Jason and Dan going into the bedroom. 

“Listen, about your fee,” I said. “We’ve already used up the second hour.”

Dan looked at his watch.  “I think your watch is fast, my watch shows barely an hour.”

For the next couple of hours Jason and I explored every inch of the Marine’s body. He was a master at edging. Jason and I both got off with little more than muscle worship while he continued to hold back the goodies.

“Geezuss, man, what do we have to do to get a load out of you to share?” I complained.

“Why didn’t you say you wanted my load,” Dan said. He stood off the bed and told us to get on our hands and knees, butts facing him. He lubed us up, roughly, I thought, and plowed into Jason like a young stallion mounting his first mare. While he fucked Jason he fingered me.  Then he switched to my ass and fucked me crazy while he fingered Jason.  The guy had found his calling; he was a master cocksman.  After about a half hour he said he was going to build up a head of steam to blow his load.

“When I give the word, you guys turn around here and get your payload.”

By the time he gave the signal I thought I was going to explode from the intense pleasure he was pumping into me. I was dizzy just turning around to face him.  Jason joined me and we were like two puppies, on our hands and knees facing him with our mouths open. He took a minute to jack his load up then he exploded, first on Jason’s face, then mine.  He aimed back and forth, splattering our faces intentionally between aiming into our mouths. I couldn’t believe he could produce so much cum after just having shot a load a short time ago.

His legs were shaking as he stumbled back in the chair.

“I wanta see you guys lick up the mess I made on your faces,” he said, sounding out of breath.

We would have probably done it anyway but having him ask for it made it more exciting. When we finished and sat on the edge of the bed he got up and came over to his, his cock in a tight fist.

“Been saving this for you, put your heads together,” he said.

He loosened his grip on his cock and more cum came gushing out onto our tongues. He didn’t have to ask; we joined together in a kiss and exchanged his cum back and forth till it was all swallowed.

“This has been incredible,” Dan said as he shoved himself up out of the chair.

“Let me get your money,” I said.

“I know you said you don’t watch the clock, but my watch isn’t slow,” I said as I counted out the bills on the dresser. 

“That’s not necessary,” he said as he pulled on his shirt.

“Maybe not necessary but well earned,” Jason said.

“Thanks.  And if you’re ever in San Diego again, give me a call. First hour is free.”

We were beginning our second week at the Navy Lodge when someone on staff delivered a letter to our room. 

Dad

Finally time for a short note with some good news. We will have a half day free time on Wednesday. This before heading to another location which I can’t divulge. There won’t be any need to get a room, I will only have a few hours; we will be moving out Wednesday night. Can’t wait to see you both. I’ve drawn a map, hope you can make it out.

Love you guys,

Devon 

We checked out of Navy Lodge and headed north. We’d decided to drive to Palm Springs after seeing Devon and then head home so we wouldn’t be needing the room.

Devon must have aced map drawing; his directions led us right to the gate of a non-descript compound with a guard shack manned by four armed guards. Non-descript but security was tight. One of the guards asked us our business and for our ID.  The way he was scrutinizing us I wondered if he would let us pass. Then he handed our ID back and said he would get us an escort.  One of the other guards made a quick phone call and another slapped a sticker on the windshield.

“This allows you to be in the area where the escort will take you, and only in that area.  Do not drive anywhere else on your own. When you are ready to depart, have security call and you will be escorted back out of the compound. You can pull over there and wait for your escort.”

I gave him a mock salute and pulled over. A couple of minutes later a very camouflaged Jeep pulled up in front of us and the driver waved for us to follow him. There was another Marine in the seat beside him riding shotgun and a third in the back seat behind a machine gun.

“These guys are serious about something,” I said.

“Which makes me wonder all the more what Devon’s training for,” said Jason.

“It may be just that….training,” I said.

They dropped us off at a Quonset hut with no markings.

“We’ll be back to pick you up,” the driver said.

The guy riding shotgun got out and escorted us to the door. Inside was a lounge of sorts, with rather uncomfortable looking chairs and couches arranged to offer some semblance of privacy, coffee tables with magazines on them, end tables with lamps, and a table with a coffee pot on it.  A young corporal sat at a desk in the back of the room.  We walked back and stated our business and he told us to have a seat, he would get Corporal Seaborne.  We went back up front and sat down.

I watched Jason as we waited with his head down. He had one hand wrapped around the other, squeezing his knuckles. He glanced up at me.

“I’m not gonna lose it,” he said emphatically.

“Here he is,” I said when I saw Devon come in the rear door. He was a sight to behold the way he strode up to us, his bloused boots tromping on the board floor, his upper body fairly bulging out of his white t-shirt.  He looked massive, even more so than the night in bed. He felt massive when he gave me a hard and tight hug after he’d hugged his dad. 

“Damn, it’s good to see you guys,” he said as he waved for us to sit down and sat himself.

“You’re looking good,” I said.

“I feel great,” he said.

“Looks like the training suits you,” Jason said, a little less enthusiastic.

“So, how have you guys been?  Did you see San Diego?”

“Very little, but what we saw was impressive,” Jason said with a tight, knowing smile.

“I wanta hear about it,” Devon said.

“Not here, not now,” Jason said.  “Time is too valuable. I wanta hear about you.”

Devon leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his big hands clasped.  “There’s not much I can tell you, Dad, except that the training is mind boggling and the instructors are awesome.”

“Listen to ‘em,” Jason said.

“Oh, Dad, my mind is so open, it’s like a sponge soaking stuff up. The more I learn the more I have to learn and the more I want to learn.  I’m eating it up. There is no doubt I made the right decision leaving college.”

“You’re moving out tonight,” I said.

He looked at his watch.  “Less than two hours.  Sorry I can’t tell you where I’m going.”

“We understand,” Jason said.

“I will tell you this,” he said, leaning closer.  “We’re training with some awesome guys from other countries. We’re learning from them, they’re learning from us. It’s a tight bond.  I don’t know if the training comes close to what you had as a SEAL, or if the bond is as tight, but if the goddamned politicians would leave us alone we could take on and defeat any force in the world.”

Jason smiled, glanced down then back up.  “I’m so damned proud of you, Son.”

Devon swallowed hard but he didn’t tear up.  “You don’t know what that means to hear you say that.  Those words, Dad, make it all worthwhile.”

There was an awkward silence. 

“So how’s Kyle doing?” he asked me.

“You know Kyle.  Always focused. He chose his path and wild horses couldn’t pull him off of it,” I replied.

“He makes the dean’s list all the time,” Jason put in proudly.

“And the rest of the boys?  I can’t believe you left them alone for two weeks,” he said, laughing.

“We got a promise that nobody would get in trouble,” I said.

“Made on the Bible,” Jason said. 

“Well, let’s just hope the house is still standing when you get back.”

“What do you hear from Jake?” I asked.

“Jake’s good,” Devon said, nodding and smiling. “He likes it over there, says it’s good duty and he feels like they’re doing something important.”

“It’s a fuckin’ powder keg, that’s what it is,” Jason said. “Don’t be surprised if you find your tight little ass over there.”

“Man, that would be great!” Devon said.

I chuckled.  “Yeah, I bet Jake wouldn’t mind one bit having your tight little ass over there with him.”

“I sure as hell wouldn’t mind it,” Devon said.

Just then the corporal came up from the back.  “Sorry to interrupt,” he said addressing Jason and me, then to Devon, “Your departure time has been moved up.”

Devon gave him a mock salute and stood up. “Duty calls,” he said.  “But I know you guys understand.”  He pulled Jason into a tight hug then parted and held him at arms’ length by his shoulders.  “Dad I don’t know if I ever told you how grateful I am that you took me out of that orphanage.”

Oh shit, I thought, Jason’s gonna lose it and he so did not want to do that. He quickly recovered and smacked Devon in his stomach.

“Hell, I didn’t have much choice.  Every time we came around to the orphanage you followed me around like a puppy. I couldn’t shake you, I had to take you.”

“You were my American hero,” Devon said.  “You still are.”

Jason shook it off. I thought he was shaking off his emotions.

“You don’t need a hero, Son.”

“Well…..” He turned to me and I pulled him into a hard, brief hug then he parted.  “You guys take care.  I’ll see you when I see you.  Tell Kyle hey, and the other boys.”  He gave a mock salute, turned and walked away. 

We watched him traverse the length of the hut and disappear out the door.  He never looked back. The corporal said he’d called our escort back to the gate.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/05/15 rp