A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 111
Side Trip to Palm Springs

Driving out of the compound we headed for Palm Springs. We would find a place to say and hopefully get a flight out the next day. It was a quiet drive for the first several miles, Jason in his own silence and me in mine. It was nearing dusk and the sun was low behind us.

“I’m sorry we didn’t have more time with him,” I said finally.

“We didn’t have any time with him, really,” he said.  I looked around with a confused look.  “You saw how he walked away without looking back. He was that way the whole time.  His body was there with us but his head was somewhere else.”

“I’ve seen that in you,” I said

It was his turn to be confused.

“Back in the day, you could be fucking my eyeballs out—your body performing magnificently—but in your head you were off somewhere else already on your next mission.”

“I never realized it,” he said. “Those times with you were what kept me going; gave me purpose. If it hadn’t been for you, Brad, there wouldn’t have been the incentive to get back to some semblance of civilization.  Without you to come back to, I could’ve stayed out, lived in the fuckin’ jungle and kept right on killing.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” I said. 

Some ways down the highway I noticed Jason groping himself, at times rather vigorously.

“Perverted as it might sound, seeing that boy gave me a real jolt; turned me on.”

“Somehow I think he would be flattered to know that,” I said, laughing.  Then, “You want me to do something about it?”

“Wouldn’t mind you giving me a hand.”

“I was thinking of more than that,” I said with a smirk.

“Fuck yeah!  Who not? I never had a blowjob driving down the highway in a convertible.”

“Only because this is the first convertible you ever drove,” I said I scooted closer to him in the seat.  The desert nights were chilly and we’d both donned light jackets but had worn shorts. I found he’d undone the top buttons. I undid the rest and pulled the fly open.  “Wanta raise up so I can get these off?”

He lifted his butt up out of the seat and I tugged the shorts and his briefs down to his knees.  His cock was rising and I took hold of it to help it along.  He was bone hard in about a mile and I leaned over and went down about half way.

“Ohhh, fuck!” he moaned softly, laying his right hand on the back of my head. 

As I was sucking him I felt the car speed up and I cocked my head around without letting go to see he was passing a semi.  Instinctively, I started to raise up but he switched hands and laid his right arm across my shoulders.

“Stay put,” he said.

He drove past the semi, not too fast, so the driver would get a good look. Suddenly the guy blasted his horn and then he was yelling out his window.  We couldn’t hear what he was saying but I cocked my head around again enough to see he was laughing and giving us a thumbs up and waving us over. Jason passed him and sped on without stopping.

We did the same thing with a big delivery van where the driver was high enough to look down on us.  Got a similar reaction except we could hear what that driver said out his window…. ”Hey, can I have some?  Pull over!” But we didn’t stop.

I didn’t exactly give Jason a blow job in the true sense of the word. Rather, I stretched across the seat with my head on his thigh and thoroughly enjoyed him for miles.  He drove at a very modest rate of speed in order to extend the pleasure. I didn’t get him off.  I didn’t intend to.  I was thinking ahead, that if we checked into one of the places we’d read about he would have a good head of steam built up.

Driving into Palm Springs, the way it was lit up, I wondered if we’d made a wrong turn and ended up in Las Vegas.  There was no shortage of places to stay.  Driving along the street there were vacancy signs everywhere.  Jason commented that there were so many motels he wondered what else the town offered that brought so many visitors.

Where we would stay was a spur of the moment decision; he simply turned in. It didn’t look to be anything fancy but we were checked in by an impeccably dressed young man with a smile made brighter by his near sparkling teeth against a dark tan. By impeccably dressed; a starched white, sleeveless shirt that was cut off to show his perfect abs, and a bow tie, and black tuxedo pants.

Before he checked us in he told us, “So there is no misunderstanding, I would like to make you aware that we are a clothing-optional, all-male facility.”

Jason and I looked at each other and shrugged.

“We’re both military, we’re used to all-male clothing-optional,” I said.

“Wonderful. Enjoy your stay and if there is anything you need, just call the desk or speak to one of our attendants.”

“Well, maybe we picked the right place,” I said under my breath as we went back out to park the car and get our bags.

The place was deceiving; the ambience lay beyond the façade of the main entrance where the motel was arranged in a quadrangle around a large pool half hidden by lush plants with palm trees protruding majestically skyward. We went along the walkway under the second floor balcony and I noticed how dim the lighting overhead was. Despite the hour there were a few men in the pool. Inside there were two double beds, a small table and two chairs along with the standard dresser and huge mirror. On the nightstands were condoms and lube displayed on white hand towels embroidered with the words “Cum Rag.”

“I see they think of everything,” I said.

We’d barely gone inside when there was a knock at the door.  I opened it there stood a gorgeous college-age hunk with a basket of fruit and a bottle of wine.

“Compliments of the management,” he said.

“Well, thank you. We weren’t expecting this,” I said.

“We do everything we can to make your stay an enjoyable one,” he said.

Jason had come to the door and we watched the boy walk away, his tight looking butt flexing in the skimpy black shorts which was all he wore.

“Damn!” Jason swore under his breath. “I wonder if he meant everything?”

“Thought you were tired,” I said.

We didn’t bother unpacking, but tossed our bags on the other bed and opened them. Jason was standing at the window looking out over the pool. 

“Come here,” he said. I went over beside him. “I never noticed before but take a look at the far end of the building, back in the shadows, up against the building.”

“What am I looking at?”

Sure enough there were two guys barely visible right at the corner of the building in more than a casual embrace. It looked like one guy had the other one pinned against the building and they were kissing passionately and groping each other.  They were naked.

“Oh, fuck, they’re making out.”

“Now at the far end of the pool, back in the bushes where the two short palm trees are sticking up.”

Sure enough there were two guys mostly hidden by the bushes, one of them on his knees in front of the other; two silhouettes having sex.

“And the other end,” Jason said.

Almost right down below us were two more men on a bench, one on his back with his legs up in the air and the other one rimming him. In the same sweep I saw two guys in the dark end of the pool, one humping the other.  I didn’t think they were fucking—that surely wasn’t allowed in the pool—but they were doing the next best thing.

“I do believe we stopped at the right place,” Jason said.  “I think we oughta go for a walk, maybe take a swim.”

“Thought you were tired,” I joked again.

“This place is very rejuvenating,” he said.

I was surprised when he dug out the gold and blue swimsuit he’d bought at the swim shop back in San Diego.

“It is clothing optional,” I reminded him.

“Packaging.  Anticipation!” he said.

So I dug out my new swim suit as well.  It was Navy blue with a zipper down the front, concealed by a paired red and white stripe down the pouch.  Jason’s suit had snaps down both sides.  We’d left San Diego before we had a chance to wear them.

“Damn!” Jason swore when he saw me in mine.

“Likewise,” I said, and we stood together, admiring each other in the mirror.  

“Let’s go shake this place up a little,” he said.

“Do you want to stick together or split up?” I asked.

“Whatever happens,” he said.

We left the room and went into the pool area then walked in the direction of the bushes with the small palm trees. I heard someone whisper, “Oh, fuck, over here,” but we walked on. We stopped at the end of the pool, just inside the growth of lush greenery, barely yards from where a man stood leaning back against one of the palms with the other man on his knees, sucking his cock.

The man standing saw us and waved us in.  He put his arm out to welcome Jason closer while I stood back a little.  Jason eagerly accepted his welcome; he ran his hand across the man’s hairy chest. The man kneeling reached up for the front of Jason’s swimsuit at the same time the other man slid his hand down the back.

“I don’t usually let strange men get this familiar,” Jason said.  “What’s your name.”

“Kevin.”

“What’s his name?”

“Blair. You’re over dressed, you know,” he said.

“I can see that.”

“Want me to do something about that?” Kevin asked. 

“If you think you can handle it,” Jason said cockily.

“What’s this? Snaps.  Hey, I drive big rigs, I can handle a few snaps,” he said. Then I heard the tiny sounds of the snaps being undone. My cock was bulging mightily against my own suit but I held back to enjoy the scene playing out.

“But can you handle what you’re turning loose?” Jason asked.

I could barely see the swimsuit fall open.

“Holy shit!” he groaned as he took hold of Jason’s hard cock.

“Think you need to go back to driving school?” Jason chided him. 

Kevin squeezed the kneeling Blair’s shoulder.  “Hey, dude, see if you can handle this,” he said, easing the boy’s head back.

“Fuck! Handle it how? What do I have to do with it?” the boy asked.

“Deepthroat, like you were doing me.”

Jason’s hand that had been rubbing across Kevin’s broad chest and down his stomach moved on down to take hold of his cock.

“Man, if he’s taking this beer can all the way in his throat, he can sure as hell handle mine.”

“But you’ve got an inch or so on me.”

“You wanta try it, then?” Kevin asked him.

“Maybe later.  Right now I’m loving your hairy chest and abs if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind at all, but how about giving them a little more loving,” he said as he clasped his hand around Jason’s head and pulled his face against his chest.  “Like a little tongue and nibbling.  Aww, yeah….like that….ohhh, yeah, lick it….suck it….ohh, fuck, yeah.”

I liked watching but I needed more—some flesh contact—but I didn’t want to intrude on anything so erotically beautiful.  I joined another way.  I lay on my back in the thick, cook grass and scooted  up so my face was against Blair’s butt. He lifted up on his knees so I could slide further under.  I was heading for his cock but he settled his ass down on my face.  Good enough. He smelled good and his butt felt good in my hands.  I pulled it apart and flicked my tongue out. He moaned around Kevin’s cock and set down hard on my face.

I couldn’t see all that was going on above me but when I heard Jason moan I knew Blair had his cock in his mouth.  The moans that followed were interchanged between Jason and Kevin; the boy was having a feast.  So was I, but I had a yearning for Blair’s cock.  I eased him up a little and maneuvered him back so I could suck his balls. He got the hint and rose up higher and pushed his cock down for me.  I let him shove it in my mouth and he pushed right into my throat. Okay, I’d asked for it.  It was not a comfortable angle but I let him fuck my throat.

After several minutes he suddenly reared back from the two cocks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Guys, I hate to give up but I’ve been doing this for at least an hour and my throat is getting sore. I have to take a break. Maybe more later?”

Kevin and Jason helped him to his feet and steadied him till he was able to walk away.

“That’s some terrific head we’re letting walk away,” Kevin said.

“Would you settle for just good head?  My partner and I could probably handle that for you,” Jason said.

I was surprised but not incredulous as I rose up to my knees in front of the truck driver. His cock, although not as big a Jason’s, was menacing in its girth. It more resembled a club than a beer can; I couldn’t get my hand around it.

“Why don’t you concentrate on my chest that you like so well and see if your partner can handle down under,” Kevin said.

With a soft moan Jason went back to sucking the man’s tits and rubbing his hand across his hard, hairy stomach, occasionally moving lower to squeeze his cock or heft his balls.

Kevin’s cock was a real mouthful; I thought my jaws would lock trying to take the head in my mouth.  I couldn’t give it my usual attention because of the size but I enjoyed doing my best.  It was an awesome cock attached to a real man and that inspired me.  I was able to look up and see Jason’s face buried in the man’s armpit, then kissing his bicep. The tongue bath continued all over his upper body, moving lower and lower till finally he came to his knees beside me to share his cock. There was plenty of cockmeat for both of us. We gave him both of our mouths around the head and he fucked between our lips. Jason moved down and under to his balls. Jason took the right one in his mouth and mauled it rather roughly, I thought, even tugging on it.  Kevin liked it so I took the other one.  We sucked and mauled and played tug-of-war with the stallion-like balls.

“Aww, fuck yeah, chew on them big fuckers….pull on ‘em,” Kevin groaned as he clamped his big hands around our heads to hold us in place. I would’ve returned to his cock but he wouldn’t release his hold.  Moments later he was cumming.  He still didn’t let us off of his balls. His big cock bolted and quivered above us and then the stuff began to shoot out in long, thick ropes, landing with soft splats on the grass beyond.  He was cumming like a bull.  I wished we could have captured and shared it but he didn’t release our heads till he was done, his legs trembling.

Finally he dropped his hands and together we licked the cum off his cockhead.  Jason took it in his mouth to drain him.  

“That was fuckin’ incredible,” he said.  “I’ve had plenty of blowjobs up and down the road but nobody ever did that to me.”

 “Glad to oblige, but it was a shame to waste all that cum,” Jason said.

“Yours is the first cock I wasn’t able to deep throat,” I told him.

“If you guys are up and about early in the morning, I’m in room number 44,” Kevin said as he stumbled out of the bushes.

“That was one for the record books,” I said.

“Yeah, cock and balls both,” Jason agreed.

We explored on around the pool, passing most windows that didn’t have the drapes pulled.  One room had the lamps on, one with two very young looking guys rolling around on the bed in full view. They looked like high school boys.  Others were dimly lit, displaying naked men sleeping. A room, close to the end was empty but as we approached a guy in his mid-thirties came around the corner and entered the room. He invited us in but Jason politely declined.  The man said he would leave his door open in case we changed our minds.

We walked back around to where we’d seen the two men having sex on the bench. They were still there but had advanced from rimming.  The guy was now arched up over his partner, fucking him ferociously. We moved into their space and Jason boldly began playing with the guy’s butt.  He looked around with a smile while the other guy reached out for his thigh and took hold of his cock.  He urged him to straddle him and the bench so Jason could feed him his cock.  I took over playing with the other guy’s bowling-ball ass.  In a gesture of welcome he reached back and pulled his butt apart.  I didn’t need a picture drawn.  I straddled the bench behind him and used spit to lube up my cock and his ass. I needn’t have bothered; he was already well lubed up. I entered him so easily that I wondered if he’d already been fucked. He was a good fuck, doing all the work of riding back and forth on my cock as he fucked his partner. None of us knew we had company till I felt hands on my butt. He was a welcome intruder; I didn’t want him to explore any of the other three. He stood and welcomed my hand when I used lube from my own cock to slick up his and then he took his stance behind me. I wasn’t open and loose but he entered me like I was. I cried out a little but I didn’t miss a stroke and within four strokes I was riding all the way back on his cock.

It quickly became a five-way fuck frenzy that I wanted to last all night but soon my legs were trembling and my butt grew sore, not from the pounding fuck I was receiving but from the constant muscles flexing, driving my cock into the other guy’s ass. It started to peak when the guy behind me started emptying his balls in my ass.  The heat and the power of it set me off and I felt my balls tighten and then explode, sending what had to be a hellacious load deep in my benefactor’s ass. He cried out, Oh Fuck, he could feel me cumming and the chain reaction continued as we all tumbled down in total sexual defeat. Jason barely managed to unstraddle the bench and fall to the ground.  When all the flesh cleared the man lying on the bench was a mass of limp muscle. Oddly, none of us spoke. The original fucker stumbled off.  I didn’t’ know where the guy went who was fucking me.  I helped Jason to his feet and we left the guy lying on the bench.   

We wanted to go for a swim but Jason said, jokingly, that he was so weak he was afraid we would drown so we went back up to our room. He was even too tired to shower. We woke up sometime in the night with Jason spooning me with his hard cock sliding languidly along my ass crack. I reached back and guided it to my hole and he entered me using the cum-lube that the other guy had left behind.

Next morning we ordered room service which was delivered by a good looking college jock type who was actually wearing a lace-up jockstrap. He was tanned all over, with short cropped hair and square-jawed features that gave him the rugged appearance of a serious jock.  In other words he was hot.  When he bent slightly to place the tray on the table, Jason whistled. The boy calmly went about arranging our breakfast from the tray to the table.

“You stay bent over like that you won’t have to worry about serving our breakfast to us,” he said. “That’s a mighty nice pair of buns. Just back up here and breakfast will be served.”

He smiled over his shoulder and said as he straightened, “Thanks; one for each of you.”

Jason got up and closed the door. “Can you stay?” he asked.

“That depends on the two of you,” he replied.  “What do you want to do; how long it would take.”

“Server’s choice,” Jason said.

“If you’re serious…..”

“Absolutely, we place ourselves at your service.”

“What I really would like is….well, I’ve never been double-fucked and I would really like to see what that’s like, especially by two rugged studs like you.”

“We can show you what it’s like,” Jason said.  “How long it takes will be up to you.  We can take all morning, or fuck your brains out in a matter of minutes.”

“Somewhere in between, then.”

“You’re not a virgin,” I said.

“No.”

“Good, that’ll make it easier.”

He was an eager, sweet, rugged fuck.  He lasted barely ten minutes.  It took him another five minutes to regain his composure, and his balance, so he could walk out of the room without stumbling. We gave him a sizeable tip.

Checking out, the desk clerk brought out a basket of swimsuits and asked if any of them happened to belong to us.  Sure enough, there were our swimsuits that we’d left behind the night before.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/05/15 rp