A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 116
Back Home 

“They’re back,” Jason said, standing at the kitchen window looking out over the cottage curtains.

I moved up beside him to see the boys getting out of a very large pickup.  “They were supposed to call us to pick them up.”

“Looks like they got a ride,” Jason said                                    

“That was probably easy, look at them. Nobody could resist picking up a couple of studs who look like that.”

We went out on the porch to greet them.  The boys were the ones who pushed into our arms for tight bear hugs.

“Man, it’s good to be home,” Devon said.

“Come inside, tell us all about it,” Jason said.

“Should I make coffee, or are we going to need something stronger?” I asked.

“Coffee’s good,” Kyle said.

The boys returned full of stories.  The orphanage was still going strong although with more pure Vietnamese children now--children dropped off as Saigon was falling, by mothers who fled the country, an orphanage thought to be the only safe place. Sister Mary Margaret  was mostly retired, overseeing the two younger nuns who were running the place.  She hadn’t recognized them but she remembered the boys well, and the two men who took them away.

I looked away at the mention of the nun’s name, with a strange tugging at my guts.  Jason noticed it.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I….I thought her name was Sister Marie.”

“It might’ve been in another time,” he said quietly.

“Yes,” I said and quickly shook it off.

They’d gone to the Dragon Fly where Kyle got “double laid” he said, two women at the same time.  He said he tried to get Devon laid but there was a young Vietnamese soldier or sailor who caught his eye.

“I kept myself occupied,” Devon said.

“Did you meet Toby?” I asked.

“Man, did we ever meet Toby!” Devon exclaimed.

“And his bartender, Josh,” Kyle chimed in. “Damn, talk about a couple of studs!”

“Sounds like that went well,” Jason said with a chuckle.

“Look before we get into all of this, you both have to promise not to get mad that we discovered a lot about you,” Kyle said.

“We expected you would,” Jason said.  “So, just how well did it go with Toby and Josh?”

“Well, Toby fucked my brains out, laid across a bar stool,” Devon said. 

“But he took as good as he gave, laid back across one of the tables,” Kyle put in. “We would be hard pressed to describe every detail, just know that Toby hasn’t lost it. He’s just like you guys.” 

“We found what we believe was your base camp, Dad,” Devon said to Jason.  “Toby found an old guide to take us there.  We didn’t know your outfit but Toby did, so he knew where to take us.”

“Was there anything left of it, enough to describe?” Jason asked.

“Not much.  The jungle’s taken it over, as you might expect.  There was a concrete wall, crumbling under the vines, and the remains of a bunch of wooden huts, also being consumed by the jungle.”

“Sounds like you found it,” Jason said.

“We’ stopped off to get some film developed; we’ve got pictures we’ll show you. There was the biggest fucking trees I ever saw in my life.  Roots as big around as my body, growing out in all directions.”

“Fuck, you found it all right,” Jason said, looking at me.  Our eyes met and didn’t waver for a moment.

“We went to the chapel,” Kyle went on.  “Didn’t look like anything had changed there for the last hundred years, except for more black on the ceiling.  We lit the candles like you said, then we knelt and said a prayer, but we didn’t know what we were praying for, you never told us.”

“He knew who you were, he interpreted your prayers,” I said.

“Who?  There was nobody in the chapel.  Who knew we were there?”  Devon asked.

“The saint, where you lit the candles,” Jason said.  “He delivered your prayers.”

“Oh, by the way, we brought something back from your base camp, Dad,” Devon said as he leaned down to get the pouches out of his backpack. He laid them on the table.  “Dirt.  I know you’ve got some you brought back. We thought we could mix it with yours.”  

Jason picked up one of the pouches, opened it and held it up to his nose. He breathed in a deep breath then held it out for me to smell.  “Still smells the same, it’ll smell the same a thousand years from now,” he said. 

“Toby’s was awesome,” Kyle said, still excited.  “We walked in and it was exactly the place where we’d expect you guys to hang out.  Toby knew who we were right away. He didn’t recognize us of course but we ordered the beer you told us to and he knew right away who we were.  He said, ‘Well son-of-a-bitch, Kyle and Devon.’“

“They don’t have that beer anymore, by the way, not since Ho Chi Minh took over,” Devon put in.

‘We spent lot of anxious times there,” Jason said. “Brad more than me at first.”

“Toby’s was our point of connection when I was stationed in Saigon my first tour,” I said.  “I went there almost every night to check to see if Jason had come back in, and to wait when he was overdue.  The worst time was when he was captured and I didn’t hear anything for weeks.”

The boys’ jaws dropped.

“Captured!” Devon blurted.  “You were captured?  You never told us were a POW!”

“I thought I did,” Jason said. “Anyway, it wasn’t long enough to be considered POW status. I was detained for a short time, that’s all,” he said dryly.

“Detained, my ass,” I said.  “He came back with wounds and bruises and cigarette burns.”

“Dad!  Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Tears began to run down Devon’s face.

“I’m sure I mentioned it,” said Jason.  “But if I didn’t, well, it was nothing that you boys needed to know.” He got up and went around to where Devon was sitting.  “Nothing to cry about, Son.  It was only for a short time, and I escaped.  It was a long time ago.”

Devon wrapped his arms around Jason’s waist and pressed his face into his stomach.  “There’s something that’s been in my head for a long time.  I never said it because I knew you’d be embarrassed and you wouldn’t’ want to hear it.  But I’m saying it now.  You’re my hero, Dad.  You always have been.  All I ever wanted was to grow up and be like you.”

“That’s setting your sights pretty low,” Jason drawled.

“You know that’s not true,” Devon said.

“Well, I thank you, Devon. It means a lot, coming from a fellow Marine.  But there’s your hero,” he said, motioning to me. “He was in a coma for twenty six months, got recuperated then busted his ass to get back to me.”

“There isn’t much heroic about being blown out of your bunk in the middle of the night,” I said dryly. 

Kyle said, quietly, “I’ve always wondered where we find the brave and courageous men that we read about or see on television.  Now I know.  I’ve been in the presence of those men all my life.  That includes you, too, Devon.”

“Please, Bro, don’t hang the hero medal on me, I haven’t done anything compared to these guys.”  

“But you went to that warfare training center in California,” Kyle said.

“Well, if I’m going to be a hero, I want to be trained well enough that I live to tell about it,” he joked, wiping his eyes.

“You two must have really loved each other,” Devon said.

Jason hung his head to gaze at his hands folded on the table. “I’m ashamed to say mine wasn’t as forthcoming as Brad’s in the beginning.”

“I knew he would come around,” I said with smile. Then he broke out laughing.

“What?  What’re you laughing about?” Kyle asked.

“You boys are gonna love this,” I began.  “This was an earlier time when Jason was in the hospital, when the vehicle he was riding in went off the road and tumbled into a ravine.  Got his leg busted up and burns on his hands and they were all bandaged up. I think a shoulder was busted up.  I went to see him and he’s laying there with a big old hardon he couldn’t do anything about.”  The boys broke out laughing as I went on.  “The male nurse said he had the biggest cock he’d ever seen, said he could barely get it stuffed in the urinal for him to take a piss.  When he had a hardon he had to have him piss in a bucket.”

“Do you have to tell this story?” Jason groaned.

“They haven’t heard the half of it,” Brad said.  “With the cooperation of the orderly, I went out and got him a woman then stood guard at the door while she climbed on and fucked him.”

“Now that’s what buddies are for,” Devon said.

“He couldn’t even put the condom on, she had to do it for him.”

“I did let you join in, remember,” Jason reminded me.

“You fucked her too?” Kyle asked excitedly.

 “No, no, I still had to keep an eye out.  I stood beside the bed and fingered her clit and sucked her tits to sort of help things along.  After I showed her out I had to take the condom off.”

“Yeah, he was going to tie it off and lay it across my face,” Jason said.

“But I didn’t.  I tied it off and took it with me.  Godd, that thing was bloated, half full.  He shot two loads in it.”

“You fucked her twice?” Devon asked.

“I don’t remember.  I guess I did if he says so,” Jason said.

“What’d you do with the condom?” Kyle asked.

I laughed again.  “I emptied it out and hung it over a tree branch.”

“What I wanta know is, what’d you do with his load of cum?” Devon asked.

“Don’t ask,” I said.  “But here’s the best part.  One time when I went to see him, he’d had a wet dream.  The male nurse said it looked like somebody had poured a quart of white gravy on his chest and stomach.”

The boys laughed till tears streamed down their faces. Jason took it in stride.  “The worst part,” he said, “the nurse put that on my chart.  Said he was required to record all significant activity.”

Devon could barely stop laughing.  “So my dad has got wet dream noted on his Marine medical history.”

“Okay, you fuckers, enough of this shit. You never told us, did you find the Trent Hotel?  Is it still there?”

“It’s hard to miss it, it’s so close to Toby’s. And we saw the small park with a fishpond.  Toby said you guys spent time there once in a while hashing things out.” 

“Is it still in operation?” Brad asked.

“Well, it doesn’t have a four-star rating but they still rent out rooms to the strong of heart,” Devon said.

“Yeah, Toby told us to shower before we went, and lent us some of his towels and sheets to take with us, just in case.   Good thing, ‘cause the shower didn’t work.”

“You stayed there?” Jason asked excitedly.

“Does room 238 sound familiar?” Kyle said.

“Well, son-of-a-bitch,” Jason said, laughing. “You hear that, they stayed in our old room.”

“Toby told us to ask for that room,” Kyle said.

“I think we slept in your same bed,” Devon said.

“No way.  That bed was on its last days when we were there,” Jason said.

“So, uh….was it just a sleep-over for old times’ sake, on our behalf?” Jason asked with a sly grin.

“I think you could call it more of a fuck-over for old times’ sake, on your behalf,” Kyle said, laughing.  “We tried to duplicate what we thought you guys might’ve done.”

“Well, mother fuck, they did us proud, didn’t they?” Jason said to me.

“Sounds like it,” I agreed.

“We tried to recreate a night that you guys might’ve had there together.  We know we came up short but it was a wonderful night for us, imaging we were you.”

“I doubt you came up short in anything,” I said.

Kyle chuckled.  “We tried to imagine who was top and who was bottom.  We sort of figured you were the dominant top most of the time, Jason.”

“Oh, Brad got in his share of dominant thrusts, trust me, when I finally came around.”

 “It was an awesome bonding thing for us in the process,” Devon said.  “We were two brothers, back in our home country, loving each other like no other brothers possibly could.

“It was intoxicating in a way, the smell of the place,” Kyle put in. “Like every soldier or marine who had ever slept there left something of himself behind and it was all mixed together.”

Jason laughed.  “Well, I guess we left our share of that behind.”

“We talked about it and wondered how many times you guys had shared the same bed and the same pillows.  We wished you could’ve been there with us.”

“No, it was right and proper that you went by yourselves,” I said.

“Well, we tried to bring things full circle,” Devon said. Then his mood changed, along with his tone.  “It was, uh…..”  He glanced at Kyle. 

“Yeah, it was like you were both there with us.  We felt a presence,” Kyle said.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence, till Devon broke it.

“It was weird,” he said.

“Hey, we took some pictures,” Devon said, reaching into his backpack. He began handing out the pictures they had taken.  First one was of the outside of the old Trent Hotel, taken from the park.

 “Doesn’t look much different,” Jason said, smiling; a smile that was filled with memories.  “Needs a good coat of paint.”

The boys laughed.  “I think it would crumble under the weight of a paint job,” Jake said.

Then pictures of the hallway, taken from the last step going up.  Neither of us said anything.  Then the picture of the door with the room numbers 238 still tacked on it.  We smiled at each other.

“We’ll wanta hear later what’s behind those smiles,” Devon said.

Our smiles turned melancholy at the pictures of the inside of the room; the bathroom and shower, then the close-ups of the chair and the bed. Devon was smiling as he handed Jason the next picture.

“Oh, shit! You took pictures of each other.”

The pictures of the boys in their shorts brought big smiles to our faces; smiles that only broadened when we saw the two boys together, naked on the bed.

“Okay, who took these pictures?” Brad asked.

“We nabbed a Vietnamese soldier to take them for us,” Kyle said.  “He figured things out and convinced us to pose naked.”

“Did you pay him in cash or services?” Jason said.

“Cash.”

“Okay, this one is classic,” I said as I studied the picture of  Devon lying on the bed, naked, with Kyle lying between his legs, resting his head on his bare butt.  “And this one,” I added, of the one with them lying side by side with Devon’s arm across Kyle’s chest. 

“Looks familiar, don’t it?” Jason drawled.

“We ought to have these two framed,” I said.

Jason shuffled back through the pictures to the ones of the room, and the bed and chair.  He studied it for a long moment then looked at me with a tight smile.

“You’re not gonna believe this, Brad my man….it is the same bed.”

“How can you be so sure?  My Godd, we practically destroyed it ourselves.”

Jason pointed to the headboard, pointing out the scratches in the wood.  “Those hash marks,” he said.

We all looked at each other and Devon blurted out, laughing,  “You kept count?”

My mouth dropped in total surprise.  “You never told me you put hash marks in the headboard.”

“Must have slipped my mind,” Jason said with a shrug.

Kyle was getting the magnifying glass out of the utility drawer. He and Devon crouched over the photo and began counting.

“One….two….three….four….five……”

“The hash marks with the little curve on the bottom, that counts for three.  A little circle counts for four,” Jason said.

“Holy shit!  Six-seven-eight… .nine-ten-eleven-twelve. This looks like….yeah it’s another little circle. Thirteen-fourteen-fifteen-sixteen….seventeen….eighteen….nineteen….twenty….twenty one-two-three…..twenty four…. Geezuss when did you guys have time to fight a war!” Kyle said.

“You never told me,” I said again, laughing.  “I’m not even sure I believe you.”

“Believe what you want,” Jason said with a shrug. 

“Well, Dad….do you believe the count?” Kyle asked me.

“I don’t know; did you count all the hash marks?” I asked.

“No, hell, they’re clear across the headboard.”

“Come on, admit it, you were a slut,” Jason joked, and we all broke out laughing.  “But to be fair, some of those marks, I was on the bottom.”

“Thanks for that bit of full disclosure,” I said with feigned sarcasm.

“And you were on top, riding me,” he added.

I punched him as the boys roared with laughter.

“We brought something else,” Kyle said as he brought the large envelope out of his backpack, still smiling at the men’s confused looks.  “Toby sent this, he said you forgot it when you left.

       I looked at Jason.  He had a funny look, too. “The pictures,” he said with quiet excitement.

I followed quickly with, “Did you look at them?”

“No,” Kyle answered.  “He said you guys left them behind but we didn’t look at them.  We figured you would show them to us if you wanted us to see them.”

“I’d forgotten all about them,” said Jason.  “So you guys haven’t seen these,” he said.

“No,” Kyle said.  “Toby said you wouldn’t care if we looked at them but we thought you should decide that.”

“We know they’re going to bring back a lot of old memories; Devon and I will leave you alone if you want us to.”

We looked at each other for long moment before Jason said to me, “I’ve got no problem with them seeing them if you don’t.”

“We’ve come too far as a family to keep secrets,” I agreed and moved around to the chair beside Jason.

Kyle got up and took my chair and Devon moved around beside him so they could look at the pictures together. 

Jason’s hands were trembling a little as he opened the envelope. 

“I don’t even remember what all these will be,” he said.

When I got up and went to the cabinet and brought down a bottle of JD, Kyle jumped up to get four glasses.  As I poured the whiskey, Kyle set the glasses on the table.

“You think we’re going to need this?” Jason joked.  He took a long sip before he pulled the pictures out of the envelope

 The picture on top was of Jason, shirtless, still wearing his pants and boots and his web equipment belt.

“That’s the room!” Kyle exclaimed.

“Yeah, 238,” I said.  I couldn’t help the melancholy in my tone and the emotions already building up inside me.

In the next one Jason had his foot cocked up on the chair, taking off his black, scuffed combat boots.  Then undoing his belt, his arms and chest muscles bulging. 

“Uh-oh, looks like it’s gonna get serious,” Devon remarked when they saw the picture of Jason undoing his pants.  Then shoving them down, exposing a grungy, worn, tattered jockstrap.

“Dang, Dad, didn’t you ever wash that thing?” Devon asked.

“Looks like mice chewed on it,” Kyle said.

“It wasn’t mice,” Jason joked.  “And don’t make fun, it got me through more scrapes than you can imagine. It’s an icon.”

“He’s still got it,” I said.

“No shit!  I wanta see it sometime,” Devon exclaimed.

The next few pictures, he was taking off his pants, then his socks.  Next he was hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his jockstrap.

“Hey, there’re the cigarette burns and the bruises,” Kyle said.

“Godd, Dad,” Devon whispered and he started to tear up.

“Hey, none of that or I’m not letting you see any more of the pictures,” Jason said.  Devon wiped his eyes.

The next pictures were of Jason soaping up in the shower and rinsing off.

“There seems to be a gap here, I was expecting to see some shots of you pulling the jockstrap off,” Kyle said.

Jason grinned and I laughed.

“What is missing?” Devon asked.

“Yeah, tell us,” said Kyle.

 “Actually, there is a time lapse,” I said.  “This was when Jason came back from being captured.  It’d been a long time since we’d seen each other.  He got sort of anxious and carried away.”

“I can imagine you were too,” Kyle said.

I looked at Jason.  “You remember this, right?  You didn’t even want to take time to shower.”

“You got that wrong.  I was going to shower but you wouldn’t let me.  You said you wanted me smelling like a horse.  But I remember what you’re talking about,” he said, laughing.  Addressing Kyle, he went on.  “Your Dad climbed on, me standing up, and I walked around the room…..”

“Bouncing up and down on his toes,” I put in.

“Yeah, you guys ought to try it sometime,” Jason said.

“Then he went for a walk,” I said.  “He took us out in the hallway and started down the fuckin’ stairs.”

“You were walking around with him, fucking him, going down the stairs?!” Devon exclaimed.

“He started down but I pushed my hands against the wall to try to stop him. I remember he said I didn’t have any sense of adventure.  We were half way down the stairs to the lobby before he turned around.  I thought he was going to take us out in the street.”

“I wish I had’ve,” Jason drawled.

“Then he didn’t just walk back up the stairs, he ran, all the way down the hallway.  I thought I was going to go out of my mind.”

“Yeah, you guys need to try that sometime,” Jason said again.

The boys returned to the pictures of Jason soaping up and rinsing off.  In the next one he was lathering up his balls with shaving cream, and the next he was shaving them.

“You’re shaving your balls?!” Devon exclaimed.

“Yeah, you need to try that, too, it feels real good,” Jason said.

The next picture, the boys held and just stared at it.  It was of me squatted down sucking Jason’s smooth balls. 

“Godd, this is getting so hot,” Kyle said quietly as he took a sip of his drink.

Next one, Jason was applying shaving cream to his ass.

“Don’t tell me!  You shaved your ass!” Kyle said.

“No, I didn’t, your Dad did.”

The boys studied the pictures of Jason bent over the sink for me to shave his ass.  Then they were handed a candid shot of his smooth asshole.

“That’s a pretty awesome shot,” Kyle said.

“It must be, you’re drooling,” Devon chided him.

The next ones, Devon dropped the pictures and said, “Oh, holy shit!”  They were of Jason’s big cock jutted in my face, and several more of me sucking him. I wasn’t the least bit ashamed; maybe should’ve been embarrassed but I was neither. The memories were too warm. The boys studied the pictures for a long moment.

“You guys missed your calling in life.  You should’ve been porn stars,” Kyle said.

I handed them another picture, one that I’d taken of Jason’s cum laden butt, taken after Jason had let me hump his ass. 

“Now this is as hot as any you’ve showed us,” Devon said. “Guess that was one time when you really were on the bottom, Dad.”

“No, he hadn’t yet come into the age of enlightenment,” I said. “He let me hump his butt, that was all.”

“Damn, Dad, you were that close!  Why didn’t you go all the way?”

“He wasn’t ready,” I said.

Next ones were of Jason standing with his foot cocked up on the bed, drying his legs, a couple showing his cock and balls hanging back between his legs.  Jason was posing in the next ones, laughing and pulling on his cock to make it hard.  The boys studied those, too.

I laughed.  “Remember, you said these would be something to show our grandchildren.”

“We might wanta reconsider that,” Jason said.

“Hey, I would show ‘em to my kids if I ever had any,” Devon said.

There were some more shots of Jason with his hand wrapped around his cock as if he was stroking it, and some pictures of him from the back, bent over.  In one he pulled his butt apart for the camera, showing his smoothly shaved ass again. The last one was of him stretched out on the bed, legs spread out, stroking his cock and motioning for me with his other hand.

“Another long gap,” Jason joked dryly.

Shuffling through the pictures again, Devon said, “We want to thank you for sharing these with us.  It really means a lot.”

“Well, they’ve done nothing but get me boned up,” Jason declared, reaching down to grope his crotch.

“That’s probably unanimous,” Kyle joked.

Devon seemed suddenly somber, clasping his hands together on the table.  I caught his glance before he looked back down.

“Devon?” I said.

“There’s something I have to ask.”  He paused for a long moment.

“Go ahead,” Jason said.

Devon looked at me.  “The woman you brought to the hospital when Dad got busted up….was she wearing a red dress?”

I cut short an intake of breath, looking at Jason. “Yes,” I replied.

“We saw a lot of women at the Dragonfly wearing red dresses,” he said.  I knew where he was headed with it and I wanted to stop him.

“Devon, I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have brought it up,” I said.

He looked at his dad. “Was that the only time you fucked her?”

“No,” Jason said.

“It was rude and crass of me, Devon,” I added.

“We knew all of this, Dev,” Kyle said, trying to help defuse the situation.

“It’s all right,” Devon said. “I just wanted to know.”

“We won’t speak of it again,” I said.

“It’s all right, I was just asking,” he said again. “I know my mom was probably a prostitute.  It’s kind of neat to know the situation. Lighten up.  She was a convenient relief for my dad. I’m glad she made you happy.”

“She did,” Jason said. “On more than on occasion. And being a prostitute doesn’t demean her in any way in my eyes. It didn’t then, and it certainly doesn’t now. Godd, look at what she gave me—you. How could I have anything but loving thoughts about her? And you should too.”

“I’ve always had warm thoughts about her,” he said.

Jason reached for the pictures to go through them again. “Wouldn’t it be great to be able to roll back those years for one more night like that,” he said, to no one in particular.

“Maybe….we could,” Kyle said hesitantly.

Jason gave him a curious scowl.

“We’re about the age you guys were when those pictures were taken.  I would be more than happy to be Brad for you, and Devon could be you for Brad.  With the lights turned down low and a little imagination…….”

Jason just stared at him for a moment, then he looked at me. Without a word we both stood up and shoved our chairs back.  Devon and Kyle followed us through the living room to the stairs.  Upstairs in our room, I turned on the lamp.  Kyle turned it off so the only light was from the nightlight, leaving us in near darkness.

Devon moved toward me.  Kyle walked slowly over to Jason, tugging his shirt out of his jeans.  When he was about to pull it off, Jason stopped him.

“No….Brad….I’ll do that for you.”

To be continued...

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