A Marine Called Jason by Peter

A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

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Chapter 114
With Toby and Josh

As Told By Kyle

It was late when we got back to Toby’s. The place was jumping but I was tired. We both were. There was no discussion about whether we would be staying. Toby had taken our back packs to his apartment upstairs and he told us there were clean towels, and clean sheets on whatever bed or couch or cot we decided to sleep on. They would be up after the bar closed.

His apartment consisted of two rooms and a bath. Or more correctly, a room and a half. There was a kitchenette at one end of the larger room, and a large couch, coffee table, two chairs, end tables and lamps and a TV and stereo system. The other end of the room made up the bedroom, with night stands and lamps on either side of a bed that must have been Vietnamese style because it was small. An open closet with shelves served as a dresser. The other little room was only an alcove with another small bed tucked in. The place was typically male-cluttered, but clean. The bathroom was pretty Spartan, barely big enough to pass behind someone standing at the sink to get to the shower.

“This is cozy,” Devon said as he went in to shower first.

“So where do you think we should sleep?” I asked.

I didn’t see any sleeping bags but there were stacks of blankets, sheets and pillows. “I hate to take their beds,” he said. “I’ll flip you for the couch.”

As Devon was drying off and I was in the shower he asked me if I thought we should sleep naked.

“It just might send the right message, if that’s what you’re looking for,” I said.

“Or a better message might be if we started out in our shorts then took them off in the night. That oughta send out the right vibes, don’t you think?”

“Quite honestly, they’re going to have to be pretty strong vibes ‘cause I’m dead tired,” I said. “The time difference is catching up with me.”

“Okay, no shorts. I expect that’s how they sleep,” he said.

Devon won the couch. I got the floor beside him. It didn’t matter to me.

I was awakened by a hand on my chest. I first thought it was Devon’s hand, fallen down from the couch, or perhaps reaching, but as I came fully awake I saw Josh squatted down beside me, and I realized where I was.

“Sorry to wake you, but Toby said you guys are not sleeping on the floor,” he said, his hand still flattened across my chest.

“I was doing a pretty good job of it,” I said as I rose up and saw the couch was empty. “Where’s Devon?” I asked, and lay back down.

“Toby took him downstairs to show him how the bar operates.” His hand was moving across my chest, like he was massaging my pecs. When it moved lower onto my abs my hopes soared, and I wondered just what all Toby was showing Devon. “Devon said I could probably get by with doing this without getting the crap beat out of me,” he said in a mildly joking way as he laid his hand on my cock that was reclined on my stomach.

“He’s the trained killer, Toby better be the one to watch out,” I joked back.

“You’ve seen Toby. I don’t think he’s worrying about that,” as he leaned down onto one knee and sucked my soft cock into his mouth. I moaned a big sigh of relief that we didn’t have to worry about Toby or Josh….they had played their hand.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned softly. His mouth felt so good, and he had a highly trained tongue. Whoever said a blowjob is a blowjob was so wrong. He sucked me hard then lifted his head.

“You’re a grower, I like that,” he said.

“You like it? You caused it,” I said.

He went back down on me, all the way to my balls, and milked my cock with his throat muscles. I wondered if he’d learned this from Toby. I reached between his legs and took hold of his most impressive cock. He took it as his cue and moved around to straddle my head. It wasn’t what I intended but I succumbed and took the offering of his thick manhood. With its slight curve it slid easily into my throat. I wasn’t big on giving head and not good at deep throat but he was soon using my throat as a pussy. The intensity grew pretty fast and we had to ease off several times.

“Listen, do you want to take this downstairs with Toby and Devon?” he asked. “Devon wouldn’t care, would he?”

“No. And I would like to see how the bar operates myself.”

He laughed and rose up, taking my hand to pull me to my feet.

Downstairs we found Devon bent over a bar stool, his legs spread out wide with Toby standing between them, fucking his eyeballs out. The only light came from down behind the bar and it cast an erotic, soft glow throughout the bar. I stood back for a moment just watching, instantly mesmerized by the sight of Toby’s incredibly muscular body in motion. I was especially attracted to his butt, clenching and flexing with each thrust. And his broad, muscular shoulders and back, and his triceps danced and his thighs rippled. Well, pretty much everything about him.

“Geezusss!” I whispered softly.

Josh laughed.

They weren’t aware we were there till we walked up beside them.

Devon smiled up at me and said, “Oh, Godd, Kyle, pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming,” as he reached out for Josh’s cock.

I walked around behind Toby to get a closer look at his ass, and a good feel. His butt was like a pair of bowling balls. I played with it for a moment as I felt my legs getting weaker, till I was on my haunches behind him. I wondered if I, in my bi state, was leaning more gay than straight. I buried my face in his awesome butt and he slowed his pace till I got a fix on his asshole with my tongue. Then we worked in unison. But it was awkward and I felt it was taking something away from their action so I contented myself with just playing with his butt and kissing it between thrusts, and running my hands up and down his thighs.

After a while they changed positions, with Devon on his back across the bar stools. Toby kept on fucking him while Josh fed him his cock. I moved around to suck Devon’s cock. After a few minutes of that, Toby pulled out and motioned to Josh.

“Come around here, you’ve got to get some of this,” he said.

Josh moved around to fuck Devon while Toby and I stood to the side to watch. My focus, though, was more on Toby than on the scene before us; specifically his butt. When I smoothed my hand over one side of his butt he looked at me and smiled.

“I’m getting the distinct impression that you like my butt,” he said.

“What gave you that idea?” I joked.

“It’s not necessarily completely off limits, you know,” he said.

“What would I have to do to get the honor?” I asked.

“I’ve never put a price on it. It’s what you’re willing to do. But Devon said you’re the straight brother.”

“Being straight doesn’t mean I don’t like sex. And if happens to be with the right guy, well so be it,” I said. I flattened my hand against his hard stomach and guided him back against a table. I quickly cleared it off and urged him to lie back across it but he turned tables on me and pushed me back.

“You’re Brad’s son, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me do the honors,” he said as he dropped to his haunches. He brought my thighs onto my shoulders and began licking my ass crack.

I whimpered with excitement, looking down at the handsome head set on the incredibly broad, muscled shoulders. I wondered if he’d ever done this to my dad. He rimmed me for a good long time, alternating between that and my balls, while my cock quivered up over my stomach. I had to stop him a couple of times but just looking at his smile was almost enough to get me off. After a while I told him I wanted to trade places with him and then it was me down on my haunches rimming his gorgeous ass. It was what I’d wanted to do in the first place.

“Ohh, yeah, I remember somebody else who liked to do that,” he said.

“What did it get him?” I murmured into his butt as I pulled the muscles apart to tongue his hole. I wondered if it was Jason he was talking about or my dad

“Awww!....Awwwh, fuck, anything he wanted!” he cried softly.

“I wanta fuck you,” I said.

“Fuck, yeah, just give me some more of that tongue first,” Toby said.

Toby’s ass was absolutely mouth-watering. It made me drool for more but the prospect of fucking loomed before me.

Fucking Toby was about the hottest sex I’d ever had. His incredible muscularity, his tight ass and his willingness as the total stud he was, to give it up was hard to comprehend. His butt was so muscular and round that I had to keep pulling the muscles apart to gain the depth I wanted inside his body. At one point he said he would hold them apart for me; he wanted me deep inside him as much as I did.

“Hey, guys, nobody cums,” he announced. “We wanta make this last all night.”

I had to pause several times; each time closer to the time before, till I finally had to break completely.

“Fuck, man, it’s getting too damned good, I gotta take a break and cool down,” I said as I pulled my cock free.

Toby laughed and rose up from the table. He went over to the other two and tapped Josh on the shoulder.

“Give it a rest, stud, you’re gonna burn up the piston.”

Heaving for breath, Josh pulled out and leaned back against the bar. I helped Devon to his feet. Toby went around behind the bar and got four cold beers and brought them around to the table where I’d been fucking him. We kicked back with our feet cocked up on the table with our beers to cool down.

“Damn, I don’t know when I’ve had such a pleasant surprise. Fuck, this has been just great,” Toby said.

“And just when I was doubting there’s a God,” Josh joked.

“You’re no happier than we are,” I said. “I think I would’ve had to take Devon away crying if things hadn’t worked out.”

“You wanted this as much as I did,” Devon scoffed. “I saw you chowing down on Toby’s ass.”

“Well, once I got drawn into it……,” I said.

“We just didn’t know, we weren’t getting any vibes,” Toby said. “Then we went upstairs after closing up and saw you two lying there with your bare asses looking up at us and I thought, fuck, we’ll make our own vibes ‘cause this has got to happen.”

“Could I ask you something?” Devon said without looking up, but instead watching his own hand move his beer bottle around in circles.

“Uh-oh. This is gonna get personal, isn’t it?” Toby said.

“You don’t have to answer if it’s too personal, or if it would be breaking a confidence. But you should know, I know my dad is gay and Jason is bi.”

“I wasn’t sure you knew. So ask away.”

“Did you have this kind of relationship with our dads?” Devon asked.

Toby sighed. “I feel like I can be truthful about it--need to be, in fact--but please don’t tell them I told you. Yes, I did, but it was nothing like what they had together.” He paused with a chuckle. “And I just spilled the beans about their relationship while they were over here.”

“We sort of already knew that,” I said. “Could you tell us more about your personal relationship with them? All in confidence of course, if you say so.”

“If it comes up I’d like for you to tell them you guessed,” Toby said.

“Of course.”

Toby sipped his beer. Finally, thoughtfully, he said, “I think, somehow, that they wouldn’t expect it to be kept secret from you. They told you all the right places to visit, I believe they are expecting you to make your own discoveries about those places.”

“Like they wanted us to know but didn’t want to be the ones to tell us,” Devon said, looking at me. I nodded.

“So tell us about them,” I said.

“Well, I never saw two men so devoted to each other,” Toby began. “Either one of them would’ve taken a bullet for the other. I know that’s the Marine way, but those two guys took it to the extreme. They lived for one another. Literally. I mean, I think they fought to stay alive and get back for each other. Most often Brad would be the one to come in and wait for Jason, because Brad was stationed right here in Saigon his first tour. It was gut wrenching when Jason wouldn’t show up and Brad wouldn’t know if he was dead or alive. Same when Jason would come in and wait for Brad. But when they did both show up, my God, you could feel the electricity in the place. Then off they would go to the Trent, or sometimes to the Dragon Fly. They seldom hung around here very long, they wanted to be alone together.”

“I guess that’s why they told us to check those two places out,” I said. “They never told us why.”

“I wonder if they’ll tell us why when we get back,” Devon said.

“I’m sure they will,” Toby said. “They told you to check out those places to get your curiosity aroused. They’re going to expect you to ask questions when you get back.” He took another long slug of his beer, finished it. “You never said, did you check out the Trent Hotel yet?”

“No, that was next on our list,” I said.

“Like I said, it’s not four-star but it’s got a history that no four-star hotel can match. It’s got stories to tell. You should spend some time there. Quiet time. Listen to what it has to tell you.”

“You mean stay the night there?” I asked.

“Room 238. If it’s taken, a few bucks will get the occupants moved. It’s gotta be room 238.”

“That was their room,” Devon said quietly.

“I think it’s the only room they ever stayed in. It probably hasn’t changed much, if at all. The Trent has never been big on upgrading. Listen, you might wanta shower here before you go. I wouldn’t depend on the plumbing at the Trent. And take some clean bed linens and a couple of my towels with you.”

“Do you think we could get a room yet tonight?” I asked.

“There are guys wandering in and out of the place at all hours,” Josh said. “But first, aren’t we gonna finish what we started?”

We all laughed at his tone.

“You sound like a little boy who’s afraid he’s going to get his toys taken away from him,” Toby said, laughing.

“Well, you could say that,” Josh said.

“These guys are going to the Trent together, they need to save it for each other,” Toby said.

“It’s okay,” I said. “We don’t have to cum, we can get you guys off if you’ll let us.”

“Godd, Yess!” Josh hissed. “You know, what I wanta do; something we’ve never done before….I would love to have you guys fuck us standing up while we kiss.”

It was an easy request to fulfill. We started out with Josh and Toby leaning across the table, kissing, while I fucked Josh and Devon fucked Toby. But very soon they moved away from the table and stand so they could press and writhe their bodies together. I was hot just seeing them kiss and listening to their moans. Devon and I somehow managed to hold off while we fucked their loads out of them. They drenched each other, with streaks of cum all over their upper bodies. When they finally parted they set about licking their cum off of each other. I had never seen tongues on muscle look so erotic.

Afterwards we went upstairs to shower while Toby laid out clean sheets and towels to take with us.

“I have a feeling this is going to be an adventure to remember,” Devon said as we were showering.

“I’m not going to shave,” I said.

“Okay, I won’t either, then.”

“I think our dads, when they came in from the field, wouldn’t have taken the time to shave. They would’ve been too eager to see each other and be alone. Besides, they were men, and God knows they have never shied away from demonstrating that with each other.”

We took one backpack with the bare necessities, including the clean linens and towels, and headed for the hotel, following Toby’s easy directions. Despite its age and condition it was still an imposing structure, looking down on the street with great dignity and even greater knowledge of the secrets it guarded inside.

“I feel like we’re entering a sacred place, like a temple,” I said as we went up the steps. The big, ornate door creaked when we pulled it open.

An elderly man eyed us from his perch behind the counter as we went across the wide lobby.

“Room 238, please,” I said.

He turned to the cubbyholes behind him that contained the keys.

“Ah, yes, very lucky, 238 is vacant,” he said, handing us the keys and two towels. “Bring back please,” he said.

We took the towels even though Toby had given us two of his. We took the creaky stairs to the landing then went on up the stairs into a long, dark hallway. The only light was through a grimy window at the end of the hall.

“I guess they didn’t pay the power bill,” I said.

“Are you getting a sense of nostalgic weirdness?” Devon asked as we went down the hallway, trying to make out the numbers on the doors.

“Yes. It’s like our dads are here with us. Certain times I’ve felt their presence on this trip.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten that feeling too,” Devon said. “And I have a feeling this is going to be the weirdest of all.”

“There is definitely a feeling,” Devon said.

We found room 238 and stood at the door just looking at each other. Finally I gripped the handle and opened the door a crack. It wasn’t so dark inside with the light from the streetlights coming in through the window. We went inside and Devon closed the door behind us. I turned the switch and the light came on; a single bulb hanging from an electrical cord over the bed. Devon went over and turned on the ceiling fan but it didn’t come on.

“If the Trent is a temple, this room must be the tabernacle,” Devon said.

“It smells old,” I said.

“I think that’s the smell of the occupants that’s permeated the walls,” he said.

“I am so glad you’re home so we could do this,” I said.

“No more than I am.”

“Did you happen to bring the back pack with the camera in it?” I asked quietly.

“Yes.”

“Good, we need to take some pictures of this place.”

The smell of past occupants that permeated the room seemed to envelope us as we stood looking at each other.

“You know, part of it, Kyle--the feelings we’re having about our dads—it’s their love that followed us over here. I can feel it now.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “But it didn’t follow us….we brought it, inside us. You know I love you like a brother, Devon. I couldn’t love you more if you were my real brother.”

“You wanta show me?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Fuck yeah.”

We had each other undressed in short order and were about to tumble onto the bed when we remembered the clean sheets we’d brought along. We quickly spread the clean one over the mattress and slipped clean cases on the two pillows. Then we crawled in bed.

“You wonder, how many times they lay together in this bed, their heads on these pillows,” Devon mused.

“You think it’s the same bed and mattress and pillows?” I asked.

“I’m sure of it. These pillows are flattened more like cushions.”

“And you can feel there’s not much to the mattress.”

“All I feel is you beside me, Brother,” Devon said.

We kissed, hard, a kiss that was filled with deep love and fiery passion. Devon was on his way down my stomach but I stopped him.

“No, it’s two ways,” I said.

“I’m not looking for an argument,” he said and rose up and turned and straddled me in a sixty nine. And we went at it.

We’d had some really hot sex with Toby and Josh but this was different. This was more than sex. It was us, in the same hotel room, in the same bed as our fathers, our love replicating the love our fathers had for each other.

“I feel like we’ve come full circle,” Devon remarked.

“Not quite,” I said as I pulled his butt up off the mattress with his legs over his shoulders and began kissing and licking his ass. “Not till I’m inside you. I’ll get you ready. Ready for Jake.”

The night passed all too quickly but it was crammed with brotherly love making and plain hot sex, and memories that were not ours.

“I think Jason was the dominant top most of the time,” I said as we lay together in the early morning hours after yet another hard fuck. “At least at the beginning.”

“You think so? What makes you think that?” Devon asked.

“He’s….well, dominant. I think he came around after a while, after he came to realize that he loved my dad.”

“Maybe they’ll tell us about their time here when we get back,” Devon said. He rose up on one elbow, looking down at me, looking so handsome and so studly with all his muscles.

“If there wasn’t Jake, I think I could be in love with you, and not as your brother,” I told him.

“Jake doesn’t take anything away from how I feel about you, Kyle. Nothing Jake and I have can come close to replacing what we have for each other.”

“I know. But if there wasn’t Jake……” I rose up and eased him onto his back. “Want me to show you what I mean?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I fucked him again.

I was washing up at the sink--the shower didn’t work--and Devon was standing at the window looking down over the street, drying off. “The war must have been hell,” he said quietly.

“Maybe we can get them to talk about it when we get back,” I said.

We took pictures of the room, including the bed and chair, and the hallway, and even snatched a young Vietnamese soldier in the hallway to take several pictures of us, in our shorts at first. He sensed something between us and, smiling, he motioned that maybe we should take our shorts off. We hesitated but then did it and he got some nudes of us in several poses, including some on the bed. In one Devon was on his stomach and I lay between his spread legs with my head on his high and tight bubble butt. In another, I lay on my back, and Devon lay on his side propped upon one elbow with his other arm across my chest. We gave the soldier some money for his trouble. We weren’t sure where we would get the pictures developed but later, Toby sent Josh to a shop he knew of that would develop any kind of pictures. I thought we should’ve just taken the film back with us but Toby said if they found the film it might cause us trouble at the airport. He said he would send the pictures to us in a letter. It was hard to leave the Trent for some reason but with one final, hard kiss at the door, we left.

Our last mission was to find our dads’ base camps if they still existed. Toby found and hired an old guide to take us. He came to the bar to get us. He asked us their outfits. We didn’t know but Toby told him what he remembered.

“I know it,” the man said, nodding. “Not much there anymore.”

He was right. After a long, rough trek along a jungle road on two motor bikes he brought us to what was little more than just another space in the jungle. We had seen other similar places along the way. There was a crumbling concrete wall that looked like it was being devoured by the growth of vines. To the right there was what looked like wooden barracks suffering the same fate as the wall by heavy vines entwined all over and inside the structures. It looked like a giant green monster was devouring the structures.

“Not much left,” the man said again as we looked around.

“It’s enough,” I said. I took out the camera and took some pictures. I looked around to see Devon gazing off in the other direction, towards a mammoth tree with gnarled roots thick as my body, reaching everywhere and snaking in an out of the ground.

“What?” I said, moving up beside him.

“I don’t know….nothing,” he said. Then he reached down and grabbed up a handful of dirt and put it in his shirt pocket. I did the same. I didn’t know why and he probably didn’t know either.

We had the guide take pictures of us with the dilapidated buildings behind us. Devon looked at the tree again.

“That thing must be a thousand years old,” he said. “Come on, let’s have him take our picture standing in the roots.”

Back in the city we tipped the man and headed back to Toby’s to tell him goodbye and pick up our backpacks. He set two beers out for us as we walked in the door.

“Did you find anything?” he asked.

“Enough,” I said.

“Do you happen to have a small container of some kind?” Devon asked.

“For what? How small?”

“For some dirt,” Devon said, patting his shirt pocket.

Toby sent Josh out and he returned with two small, velvet pouches that he’d gotten from a jewelry store. We took off our shirts and dumped the dirt out on the counter and scooped it into the pouches.

“Listen, I just thought of something!” Toby said, his voice a little edged with excitement. “Be right back.” He left to go upstairs.

“Somehow, I think this is going to call for more beer,” Josh said as set two more beers on the bar.

Toby came back down with a large sealed envelope. He laid it on the bar and pushed it across to us. “They left this behind.”

“We’re supposed to open it?”

“That’s up to you. But I don’t think they would care.”

“What’s in it?”

“Pictures.”

“From that shit eatin’ grin, they’re not just ordinary pictures,” Devon said.

“No, they’re not.”

Devon looked at me. “What do you think?”

“I say we deliver the envelope as is. If they want us to see the pictures, they’ll show us. Do you think we can get them through customs?” I asked.

“Give me your backpack,” Toby said. I shrugged it off handed it to him. He handed it off to Josh. “Take this and the envelope down to Chau and have her sew the envelope in under the cardboard bottom.” He gave him some money but held him up and rushed back upstairs. He came down with the envelope containing the pictures of us that Josh had developed. “Tell her it must be done now, quickly.”

Josh was back in less than a half hour. We were unable to detect the secret pocket. We bid Toby and Josh a fond farewell and invited them to visit if they ever came back to the States. Josh said he would like to, with a sad look at Toby.

“I don’t think that’ll ever happen,” Toby said, rather somberly. “I’ve had a good life here, can’t think of any reason to go back. Besides, I’m not a very forgiving person.”

“Forgiving?” I asked.

“The way they treated our guys when they went back home. Hell, they’re still treated like the plague while those fuckin’ peaceniks are running the government and the big corporations. There’s just something wrong with that picture that I don’t want to be a part of it.”

To be continued...

Posted: 06/05/15 rp