A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 15
Courtney and Madeline

By that time everyone in the room knew where things were going.  Girls just don’t talk the way Madeline and Courtney were talking without expecting certain action to follow little by little, with subtle hints, they were making their wishes known and the guys were getting bolder.  Corporal Landon and Corporal Foster were sitting on either side of Courtney and I saw Landon put his hand on her leg.  About the same time Foster put his arm across the back of the couch, along Madeline’s leg where she sat on the back of the couch. Madeline inched closer to his arm, welcoming his gesture.  Suddenly Courtney stood up and I saw Landon’s face fall.

“Wouldn’t you men like to get out of those jackets? Those high, stiff collars look so uncomfortable,” Courtney said.

I had already loosened my collar and as if they’d been given an order, the four Marines began unbuttoning their tunics. Madeline came around the couch and helped Courtney take them and hang them up.

“We can hang up your pants, too, if you don’t want to get them wrinkled,” Courtney said.

“Yeah, good idea,” Landon said as he undid his belt.

There was a flurry of unbuttoning and unzipping and taking off the uniforms and baring hard, masculine flesh, none of which was lost on the girls. 

“My, the Marines truly do build men,” one of them said.

The guys, including me, were down to their bright white T-shirts and shorts which were bulging mightily with the built-up excitement and anticipation. 

Courtney went back to the couch and sat down, patting the cushions, and Landon and Foster resumed their positions on either side of her.  Landon put his hand back on her leg. Foster leaned his head back on the couch to find Madeline’s smooth thigh cocked up to press against his face.  He boldly kissed her bare thigh.      

I was sitting in the big chair and Corporal Smith and PFC Campbell were sitting on the floor, leaned back against the side of the bed.  Both of their shorts were shamelessly tented. Campbell was discreetly trying to hide his but Smith was rubbing his fingers gently around the head of his cock, causing a wet spot where the precum was flowing and soaking in. 

“I think you girls oughta get more comfortable, too,” Landon suggested in a husky voice as he laid his hand on Courtney’s lower stomach and tugged playfully at the bottom of her blouse.

Courtney looked back at Madeline.  “I think this Marine’s got evil intentions.”

“Evil is only in the eye of the beholder,” Landon declared as he inched his fingers up under her blouse.

“Did the Marines teach you these maneuvers?” she asked.

“No, I learned these back in high school,” he said. “Unlike PFC Campbell who slept through sex ed.”

“Is that true, PFC Campbell?” Courtney asked.

“No,” he replied, turning red-faced.

“How’d you get all the way to the Marine Corps still a virgin, then?” Landon asked.

“Who said I’m still a virgin?”

“Nobody has to say it, it’s written all over your face, like now.” Then he turned his attention back to the girl as he began   unbuttoning the blouse.  It buttoned only part way down and when he had those open he tugged at the bottom of the blouse to pull it up.  She lifted her arms to let him. 

“Ohh, man,” he murmured when he saw that she wore nothing underneath.

“Maybe you’re the virgin; you’ve never seen a girl’s tits before?”

“None like these,” he said as he cupped one and leaned in to suck it.

She moaned and put her hand around his head. I watched it play out as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh.  I guessed from the soft moan that he’d found more bare flesh; I was sure of it when I saw the corded muscles in his forearm dancing as he fingered her.  Within minutes she was lifting her butt up off the couch so he could take off her short skirt, leaving her in only her high heels.

On the other side of Courtney, Foster was making equal progress with Madeline.  She had flung one leg over the back of the couch and across his chest and his face was buried in her muff.  I could see by his throat, and her expressions, that he was eating her out. She had taken her clothes off as well.

Suddenly, Courtney eased away from Landon and said in a loud whisper, “I’ll get back to you, promise.” Then she stood up and went over to the bed where she stepped over Smith and straddled him, draping her pussy delightfully close to Campbell’s head leaned back against the mattress, as she climbed on the bed.   

“Ohhh, Godd!” Campbell moaned, gripping his cock hard.  “Did you see that, she’s shaved!”

I had to laugh; I thought the kid might pass out.         

“Why don’t you come up her with me, PFC Campbell,” she said as she lay back across the bed with one knee cocked up.

Smith got up on his knees and turned around to watch at Campbell crawled on the bed.  Courtney welcomed him with her arms out and he crawled right up on top of her.

“Is it really true that you’re a virgin?” she cooed.

“Yes, Ma’am, it is,” he said, in a choked voice.

“Do you want to do something about it?  Or do you want to stay a virgin for a while longer?” she asked as she shoved her hand down between them.

“No, Ma’am, I don’t.  I’d sure as hell like to do something about it.”

Suddenly Landon got up from the couch and went over to the bed. He had a frown on his face and I thought he might be pissed that he’d been thrown over for the virgin.

“Whoa, dude, that’s not how you do it,” he said as he climbed on the bed with them.  “You don’t just climb on and start humping.”

Campbell pushed himself up off the first women he’d likely ever been on top of and looked around at Landon with a surprised scowl.  “I’m not humping.  I’m not even in yet.”

“Roll off, let me show you,” Landon said, then to Courtney, “Sorry for the interruption.”

“I don’t think I mind,” she said with a smile as Campbell rolled to the side and Landon crawled between her legs.

“First rule is, no self respecting Marine climbs in the saddle without….well, you probably don’t even know about this so just let me show you.” With that he began licking the woman’s smooth pussy. She moaned and immediately spread her legs and humped herself into his face while Campbell watched, wide-eyed.

After a moment he lifted his head, his face wet. He nodded for Campbell to come closer as he moved to the side, lying astraddle Courtney’s right leg. With one hand he spread her pussy open, exposing her clit.

“See that little rosebud?”

Campbell nodded, too numb to speak.

“Lick it.”

Campbell looked at him, hesitant.

“Come on, crawl between her legs,” Landon said. When he was settled back into position, lying on his hard cock, Landon told him again, “Go ahead, lick it.”

He started to lower his face but was still hesitant. Landon gave him a nudge with his hand on the back of his head and his face was buried in the woman’s pussy.

“Ohhhh, yess, honey, that’s perfect!  Ohhh….ohhhhh…..” She moaned, grinding her pussy in his face.

“That’a boy,” Landon said.  “Learn to do this, it’ll make any woman your slave.”

Back on the couch Corporal Foster and Madeline were totally into each other. She was leaned clear over the couch, upside down, sucking Foster’s cock with his head between her legs, eating her pussy. Corporal and I watched, exchanging furtive glances. I couldn’t take it any longer, being a spectator. Suddenly I got up and went around the back of the couch. My legs were shaky and my balance was off from the booze but I managed to steady myself in a stance. I took Madeline by the hips and pulled her back over the back of the couch a little to make her more accessible. Not to be denied her pussy, Corporal Foster shoved himself higher so his head was resting on the back of the couch. Her legs were spread wide and my eyes fixed on her pussy and the Marine’s tongue lashing over it.  I didn’t think he couldn’t see me in back of the couch, nor did he know what was going on till I set the head of my cock against the gaping portal and he found himself lapping at my cock.

“Aww, fuck!” he groaned hoarsely when he realized it, but that didn’t dissuade him from his task.  He simply tried to avoid my cock.  We still made contact but he didn’t seem to mind.  I  figured we had all had too much to drink to give a fuck about much of anything.  I shoved into the welcoming orifice and felt my balls across Foster’s face.  He didn’t seem to mind that either.  In fact, as I started fucking her, I felt his tongue lapping at my balls a few times.  I had to wonder if it was accidental.

On the bed, PFC Campbell was eating pussy like there was no tomorrow and purring like a contented kitten, while Landon was on his knees at Courtney’s shoulder, feeding her his cock. I suspected that having her pussy licked made the blowjob even more enjoyable. I noticed that Landon had also taken a keen interest in the PFC’s butt, caressing it like he was petting a kitten. Granted, we’d all had enough booze to pretty much abolish inhibitions and I wondered now what deviousness and secret perversions lay beneath those macho Marine images.

Corporal Smith had taken my chair. He had poured himself about four fingers of JD and was watching over the rim of the glass.  I motioned for him to bring me a glass, holding up four fingers.  He poured the glass nearly full and brought it over to me.  I gulped about half of it and the stuff burned all the way down. Then I pulled my cock out and slowly drizzled the warm, amber liquid on Madeline’s pussy which ran down into Foster’s mouth.  While I was doing that, Smith seemed to take an interest in my ass.  I not only let him, if he’d pursued it, I would’ve let him have his way if that’s what he had in mind.  But he left and went back to the table where he poured another glass of JD then took it to the three on the bed.  He handed it to Landon first and he downed about half of it in several hard gulps before he handed the glass back to Smith.  Then he pulled Campbell’s head up from between Courtney’s legs and nodded to Smith.   Smith put the glass to Campbell’s lips and they forced him to down the rest of the glass.  He winced momentarily then buried his face again.

Drinking the JD so fast was making my head spin but it didn’t affect my performance. I was stroking Madeline’s pussy with the precision of a well-oiled piston.  But the booze also caused me to have some wild notions, fueled by the sight of Corporal Foster’s open mouth with his tongue lashing out of it, an in a spur of the moment I eased back and aimed my cock across his tongue.  I penetrated his throat before he realized what I’d done and he started to choke.  I quickly pulled back but I left my cock throbbing and bobbing up and down like it was reaching out. After a moment I did it again and this time Foster didn’t choke when I shoved my cock a little deeper in his throat. I wasn’t entirely sure he was completely aware of what was happening.

I was suddenly aware of something else that was happening.  I’d seen Corporal Smith pour himself another drink but hadn’t realized that he’d come back around behind me till I felt a warm, slick sensation against my butt.  I froze for a second but then felt a cooler sensation across my shoulders.  I took the glass that was offered around my shoulder and downed what was left in it.  I welcomed the burn going down, just as I welcomed the gentle probing at my ass.  I was able to distinguish that it wasn’t a finger as I first thought. Maybe it was his fingers at first but now it was his cock.  My first instinct was to stop him; I couldn’t let this happen in the presence of these four Marines. But then I saw Corporal Landon’s interest in PFC Campbell butt had become more intense, to the point that he had two or three fingers inside his ass, and Campbell was twisting around and jutting his butt back against the Corporal’s hand. Suddenly the perverseness that I suspected was permeating the room, and I didn’t care what the other Marines might think. In fact I thought if they saw me being fucked all inhibitions might be shattered and they could succumb to whatever deep seated, secret desires that lurked in them.  Bravely, I pushed my butt back against Corporal Smith’s cock and he shoved in with ease, to the sound of my grateful moan.

I knew Corporal Landon was watching us on the couch while he fingered PFC Campbell, and from the surprised look on his face, he’d seen his buddy impale me. Sure enough the idea took hold. He pulled his cock back from Courtney’s hungry mouth and stood off the bed.

“I heard you say you wanted to do something about your virginity,” he said as he knelt on the edge of the mattress between Campbell’s legs and shoved his fingers into the boy’s ass again.

“Not that!” Campbell exclaimed, jerking his head up, his face wet with his own spit and pussy juice.  “No, no that kind of virginity!”

“It goes with the territory,” Landon said as he inched further up between his legs.

“No!  No, I can’t do that!” the youth cried out.

“Oh, please let him, while you fuck me,” Courtney cooed, stroking his face. “This way you’ll have your virginity vanquished from both sides, for all time.”

“Yeah, it’s good getting it up the ass at the same time you’re pounding pussy,” Landon told him.

Whether the boy wanted to get fucked or not, his body certainly wanted it.  He couldn’t hold still on Landon’s twisting fist with his thick fingers gouging his ass.

“Come on, you know you want it, look how you’re fucking back on my fingers,” Landon said.

“No, I don’t!  I can’t help how you’re making me feel,” he whimpered.’

“And that’s just my fingers.  Just think what my cock will feel like.”

Meanwhile, Courtney was urging the young PFC up on top of her till I knew his cock must be nudging against her pussy, and I was certain that was gaping and palpitating, anxious to be filled with hard, hot cock.

More in a move to escape Landon’s twisting wrist and probing fingers, Campbell moved up over her, giving Courtney her first good look at his manhood.

She gasped aloud and said, “How in the world did you manage to stay virgin all this time, the way you’re put together!”

“I was taught I was supposed to wait,” he said sheepishly.

“What a terrible waste,” she said as she was positioning herself to take him.  “And to think of all the pussy just quivering to be impaled on that gorgeous cock.”

“I guesss I didn’t know they were, or I would’ve done something about it,” he said.  “I never even saw a naked woman before now.”

“Ohh, I can’t wait!” she exclaimed as she took hold of his cock to guide him to her.

Her yowling groan announced that he’d entered her and the groans of pure pleasure continued for a long time as the young PFC fucked his virginity out of existence.  His own guttural moans joined with hers, brought on partly, I thought, by Corporal Landon’s fingers brutalizing his ass. I didn’t think Campbell fully comprehended what was happening to him till he felt Landon’s cockhead processing against his hole and by the time he did, it was too late. His head snapped up with a surprised outcry that turned into a quieter moan as he was deliberately and completely impaled on the corporal’s big cock.

“Ohh, Godd….Awwhhh!....Ohh, fuck!” he moaned as Landon pressed his loins hard against the young Marine’s taut butt. They might have been intended as moans of pain but all I could hear was pained pleasure, and when Landon pulled back, Campbell shoved back onto his cock with another loud groan.  Landon started to fuck him but soon remained still and let Campbell fuck himself and Courtney at the same time.

The girls got passed around about as often as the JD, so that every Marine had his chance with her and twice they had their chance in pairs, double fucking the girls. I had another bottle of JD sent up.  At one point Courtney had four cock in her; one in her ass and two in her pussy—don’t ask me how they did that—plus one in her mouth. She was like a woman possessed.  It happened that Campbell was odd man out and after he’d watched up close for several minutes he came over to where I sat in the big chair. I motioned for him to park his butt on the arm.

“This has all been so fuckin’ unbelievably hot,” he remarked quietly.

“All of it?” I asked as I slipped my arm around his butt.  He glanced down at me, a trace of innocence still in his eyes. I suspected it would stay there for a while, till he fully absorbed what had taken place here.

“Yeah, all of it,” he replied with a tight smile. He knew I was talking about losing his virginity.

“How’s it feel, being without your virginity?” I asked.

“It feels great,” he declared.

“If you had it to do over again….”

“I would do it a lot sooner,” he cut in.

“All of it?  Everything?” I asked.

“If you’re asking, did I like getting my ass fucked, the answer would be yes, and yeah, I would do it again.”

I squeezed his butt and waved my cock at him.

“Is that an invitation?”

“It’s however you wanta take it and whatever you wanta do with it,” I said. 

“Can I ride it?”

“Do you think you can stay in the saddle?” I asked. 

It was late when we bid the girls farewell. I needed to get the Marines back to their base.  Oddly, I hadn’t thought about Jason the whole time, till now, when I swung by his parents’ house to tell them I had to drive the honor guard back.

When we all got out, I thanked the Marines serving as honor guard for Jason.  They thanked me for arranging such a great time with Madeline and Courtney.  As they were going to their cars, PFC Campbell held back. 

“I wanted to thank you, for the way things turned out,” he said.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“For showing the courage you did.  If they hadn’t seen you getting fucked, it would’ve never happened to me.”

“I wasn’t so sure you wanted it to,” I said.

“I didn’t at first but then…….”

“Yeah, when you felt Corporal Landon’s fingers,” I finished.

“Yes, I couldn’t believe anything could feel so good.”

“Well, I’m not sure Landon needed any encouragement from me; he seemed dead set on fucking you.”

“He wants to get together with me sometime”

“No kidding!  That’s great!” I said.

“He said he can show me a lot more.”

“I’m sure he can.”

“He hinted that he would let me fuck him.”

“I hope it works out between the two of you,” I said.

“Well….thanks again.

I got back as dusk was approaching. I had decided I wasn't staying even though Jason’s parents said I could stay as long as I wanted.  It was over and it was suddenly too painful and I didn't think I would feel Jason's presence there anymore.  I changed out of my dress blues and packed my bag. I was hesitant about taking Jason’s football and his GI Joe that his parents had offered to me but in the end I did.  I thought that to leave them would be affront to them. When I was finishing packing my stuff I happened to see Jason’s jockstrap in the bag.  I shed my shorts and put the jock on.  It would feel good on the drive back. I said my goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Seaborne and thanked them for their hospitality and for giving me their son’s GI Joe and his football. 

I drove back to the cemetery to say goodbye before I left town.  As I was standing at the grave letting my thoughts ramble at will, another car drove up.  It was Allen.  I cringed inside.  Shit, couldn't he give it a rest? But then I saw him carrying something on a hanger.  It was Jason's athletic jacket.

"I took a chance….Mom and Dad said they thought I might find you here," he said.  "They want you to have this, too."

I took the hanger.  It was heavy.  I couldn't say anything for a minute.

"You don't have to say anything," Allen said.

"No….."  I stopped him before he could walk away.  "Thanks. And thank your parents for me."

He nodded and walked away.  Somehow, I hated that there might be a thread of decency in him, but then it was his folks who had given me the jacket, not him; he was only the delivery boy. Another car had driven up and two burly young men got out and came over to the grave.  I'd seen them at the funeral but they weren't in suits now. One wore a school athletic jacket.  The other one looked like he should've been wearing one.  We nodded and spoke; we all felt uneasy.

"You were his buddy," one of them said.

"I still am," I said. "I'm guessing you were team mates."

"Yeah," he said, eyeing the jacket I was holding.

"His brother brought me his jacket," I said, holding it up.

"He had way more awards than I did," the one guy said, laughing.

"He had more awards than anybody," the other one put in.

The other one nodded.  I could tell he was having a tough time being there.

“Bill Townsend,” one of them said, putting out his hand.

“Jeremy Cole.”

“Brad Courter,” I said.

“Sergeant Courter, if I know my rank,” Jeremy said.

“What’s a stripe or two,” I joked.

"He was a hell of an athlete," Bill said.

"He was a hell of a man," I said.

"You would know that better than anyone," he said.

"No, I think you did too. The Navy didn't make him a man; that started back here," I said.

"I wish we knew more about him, as a SEAL,” Bill went on.  “But none of us were much on writing letters, even though we said we would.  And the few times we did see him… we got together when he was home… he didn't seem to want to talk about it."

"He was never much on talking about it," I said.  "Just know that he was the bravest guy I ever met."

It was awkward for all of us.  If we'd been in a bar, I thought, we could've talked more easily over a few beers and that gave me an idea.

"Listen, in his last wishes Jason told me to have a beer on him.  He even left me the money for it.  Do you guys want to join me?"

"We couldn't get served," Bill said.

I swore under my breath as I realized that I couldn't either; and neither could Jason.  It angered me that he was old enough to be laying in the grave in the uniform of his country but not old enough to walk in and have a beer in his own hometown.

"I guess I can't get served either back here," I said.

"They would probably serve you if you were in uniform,” said Jeremy.

"Yeah, you could get a six-pack and we could drink it right here," Bill put in.

I liked his idea.  I decided to give it a try even though I wasn't in uniform.  We drove downtown to a bar they showed me and I went in.  All eyes turned on me as I walked up to the bar.  I told the bartender what I wanted.

"We're not a package liquor store. I can't sell you a six pack to walk out with it," he said.

"I'm not old enough to get served either," I said cockily but I didn't move. I showed him my military ID and stood my ground, letting him know that I intended to walk out with a six-pack.

"You brought Jason Seaborne home, didn't you?"

"Yeah.  We just buried him."

"Fuck it," he said as he got an empty carton from under the bar and filled it with six cold beers.  "This is on the house," he said as he set the six-pack on the bar.

"No, he told me to have a drink on him; he left the money, I have to pay for it."

"Okay, give me a buck."

"Fair enough."

Me and the two boys drove back to the cemetery.  We sat at the head of Jason's grave, heaped with flowers now, and popped our beer cans. It felt good to be with the two athletes who knew Jason as well as I did but from a different time and in a different way.  We were quiet at first, most of the way through the first round of beers.  Then Bill started talking and Jeremy joined in.  They told one story after another about their escapades with Jason and soon had us all laughing.  I told some stories about Jason and me and answered their questions.  I even told them he was a sniper when they asked what he did in the Navy.

"No shit!  He never told us that. Damn, he always did have balls," Jeremy said.

"More balls than anybody I knew," I said.

"Fuckin' nerves of steel," Bill put in.

"And a stud," Jeremy added.  "I think he fucked every girl in the county who wanted to be fucked. And if they didn’t he convinced them they did."

"Shit, I know he fucked one of their mothers," Bill said, laughing. Then his tone changed again.  "Did he, uh... take many of them out over there?"

I knew he wasn't talking about girls.

"I believe he did but I don't know how many.  He would never say," I said.  "He was an expert rifleman. I don’t think he ever had a miss.  I could tell you one big target he took out but you wouldn't believe it."

"We would believe anything about Jason," Jeremy said.

"Yeah, tell us."

I hesitated then said, "He took out Dwong." 

“No shit!  Really?!” Jeremy exclaimed.

Bill didn't seem to know who Dwong was. "He was the president of Vietnam for a while," Jeremy told him.

"He took out the fuckin' president of Vietnam!?" Bill blurted in disbelief. Then he broke out laughing.  "That is the damnedest thing I ever heard.  Who would have thought... fuck, I can hear it now, at graduation…. And the most likely to take out the president of Vietnam is… Jason Seaborne."

"Is this being disrespectful or what?" Jeremy said.

"Hey, we're not pissing on his grave," Bill said.

"Is it being disrespectful?" Jeremy asked me, in a more serious tone.

"No," I said.  "He would be sitting right here laughing with us if he could.  He would be pissed at me for telling you some of this stuff though."

"Yeah, he's smiling and shaking his head and saying, what a bunch of dumb fucks," Bill said as he popped his second beer.  His voice choked and I saw his eyes tear up.  He popped a beer and handed it to me but I didn’t drink it. I took one hard slug then set the can on Jason’s grave.  The two boys did the same.

“That was a good talk you gave.  You said it all,” Bill said. “I never heard of people standing up and applauding at a funeral.”

“I was stunned at that myself,” I said.

"I'll bet he tore through those Vietnamese women," Jeremy said.

"Yeah, he was the horniest fucker I ever saw," Bill put in.

"He did his share of damage," I said.  "He was the only guy I knew who never had to pay a prostitute." I was stretching it a bit, but it made a good story.

"They gave it away, huh?" Bill said, laughing.

"To him," I said.

"Shit, he should've been charging them," Bill said.  "Damn, he was hung."  He looked at Jeremy.  "Remember how he was hung?"

"Who could forget that?  Hell, we didn't know if we were in a locker room or a horse stable," Jeremy said. "Godd, I'll bet he tore up some pussy with that thing."

I told them about him getting hurt and me taking Ling to his hospital room.  They laughed their asses off.

“Shit, he would’ve fucked her if he was in traction,” Jeremy said.

“Hey, do you remember that old jockstrap he always wore?” Bill said, laughing.     

“Yeah, I think he wore the thing all through high school,” Jeremy said.  “I think it was the only one he ever owned.  Four fuckin’ years, he wore the same jockstrap.  He said it never got washed.  By the end of his senior year, it looked like the mice had been chewing on it.”

“It wasn’t mice, it was the cheerleaders,” Bill said.

I laughed. What would they think if they knew I was wearing that same jockstrap? The conversation with the two big hunks was turning me on. I was surprised and impressed that they were talking so intimately about Jason and I got the impression that Jeremy, especially, was getting his own personal charge out of the tone of the conversation. I had a hard time believing that there had ever been anything between Jason and either one of the boys, but then no one would ever believe what Jason and I had.  I had the fleeting thought of trying to get something started with one or both of them but if they didn't go for it... well, finding out that Jason's best buddy was gay… it would've somehow degraded his memory.  Suddenly I wanted to tell them about the jockstrap; that I was wearing it.  They had no doubt seen him in it more than I had, it somehow right they know.

“I don’t want you to think this is weird, guys, but I can tell you guys this ‘cause you knew him as a jock. I’m wearing it,” I said.

“Huh? Wearing what?” Jeremy asked.

“That jockstrap you were talking about.  I’m wearing it.”

They both blinked, then guffawed, then broke out laughing.

“No shit! You’ve got it on?!” Jeremy blurted.

“Fuck, how cool is that!” Bill exclaimed. “He still had the damned thing even over there?”

“Yeah, he said it was the one he wore in school. It’s really tattered.  He called it his lucky jockstrap.  He wore it when he went out on a mission, said it’s what brought him back.”

“Hell, I’m surprised it’s still holding together, considering the strain all these years.”

“It was in his locker when I inventoried his stuff and I decided his Mom didn’t need to have it back,” I said.

“You know, it’s not weird at all,” Jeremy said thoughtfully. “It’s a goddamned honor to wear it. I mean, how much more can you honor a guy than by wearing his jockstrap.  I would wear it if I had it.”

“Yeah, me too,” Bill said.  He laughed. “Too bad that was the only one he owned; we could’ve all had one to wear.  “

I was getting turned on by the two studs and the way they were talking, how they really expressed the intimacy of the locker room.

Jeremy had one leg slung out and his other knee cocked up. He leaned up to retrieve his beer from the grave. “One more drink and the rest is yours, buddy,” he said, nodding to the grave.  He took a hard slug then poured the rest into the flowers on the grave. It seemed a good thing to do, and Bill and I followed suit.  One by one, we crushed the cans into little pieces and tossed them in with the flowers. Suddenly I had an idea for something to leave behind for the boys to remember their old teammate by since they didn’t have a jockstrap.

“If you guys don’t think the jockstrap’s weird, you won’t think this is weird,” I said as I took two of the four condoms out of my shirt pocket.  I really didn't know why I'd brought them except that they held some significance in all of this and should be part of the final honors bestowed on Jason.  I just hadn't figured out what or how yet.  

“Here you go, something of Jason’s to remember him by,” I said, handing them each one of the condoms.

They took them, looking bewildered.

“They were in his locker too when I cleaned out his stuff.  I didn’t think his parents needed to have them either. You guys could probably put them to good use, in honor of your teammate.”

I could see the idea was soaking in from the smiles coming on their faces.

“Fuck, yeah, what better way to honor him than by using his condoms that he wasn’t able to use,” Bill said.

“Yeah, but it’s gotta be a special girl,” said Jeremy. “Shit! Extra large. Are you gonna be able to fill that out?” he asked.

“Are you?” Bill shot back.

“I’ll do my best,” Jeremy said.

I stood up. The laughter had died down. The beer was gone, the cans were crushed and it was time to go. Jeremy lay for a moment, staring at the flowers that heaped the grave, then he stood up as well, brushing off his pants. There was an awkward moment, like it often is with guys who don’t know how to say goodbye. 

I put out my hand. “It’s been great meeting you guys,” I said.         

“Yeah, same here.”

“You, too.”

The awkward moment lingered and a little part of me wanted to stick around for another day to see if I might get something going with these two studs but I thought better of it. Without them offering even a hint of interest, that would expose me and therefore expose Jason and I couldn’t do that.  He was a hero to these boys.

“Hey, don’t wash it,” one of them as we approached my vehicle.

“Never,” I said. I was about to get in the car but Jeremy was too close to the door. 

"Hey, uhhh……"  He didn't finish.  He looked down at the ground then back up at me a mischievous grin on his handsome face.  "Nothing else has been too weird, maybe you wouldn't think this is either."

"What?" I asked.

"Just for the hell of it….I'd like to see the jockstrap."

I laughed, thinking he was joking.  Bill punched him in the shoulder, howling with laughter.  But he was serious, and my suspicions of Jeremy were no more confirmed than before.  He simply wanted to see his teammate’s jockstrap one more time, for old time’s sake.  Maybe it was weird, but what the hell. He wanted to confirm that connection, to walk away with the renewed bond that only athletes have in the locker room. 

"If you don't think it would be disrespectful…. I mean, we are in a cemetery," Jeremy added.

“It would be great to see the team’s good luck charm again,” Bill put in, without even cracking a smile now.

“And it’s not like we haven’t seen it before,” Jeremy said.

“Yeah, it just wasn’t with you in it,” Bill joked.

I didn’t have to think twice about it.  The jockstrap I had on was obviously like a sacred icon and these guys were dead serious. I opened the car door to use as a shield. Their faces lit up as I reached for my belt, their eyes fixed as I unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down enough to show my thigh and offer a full view of the jockstrap.  The way the both boys looked, rather intently, I thought, and I had to wonder if they were looking at the sacred garment or at me inside it.

“Look familiar?” I asked.

"Whew, that sure looks like Jason's jockstrap all right," said Bill.

“That’s it all right,” Jeremy said quietly.  "Looks like chipmunks made a nest in it.’

“Listen, I don’t want to freak you out or anything but could I have a look at the back?”        

“His name’s still there, just a little faded,” I said as I turned around to show him the waistband, along with my ass.

“It’s his all right,” Bill said.   

“I know you must think this is weird but he used to hang his jockstrap on the corner of his locker door while he put on his socks and shirt and guys would come by and feel it, like for good luck.  That’s how it got to be our team’s good luck charm.”

Bill agreed.  “This is fuckin’ deep, standing here at his grave, looking at his old jockstrap on another guy.  It is weird, but it’s a good kind of weird, not sick weird.”

“Do wanta feel it again?” I asked. “I wouldn’t take it to mean anything except honoring your teammate, and a way of taking something of this moment with you.”      

They looked at one another.  “Yeah, it would just be an act of honor to feel it one more time, a connection to this moment,” Jeremy said, and he reached out and ran his fingers along the inside of the waistband. Bill was more intimately bold.  He slipped his fingers up under the waistband then ran them down the other edge of the pouch, brushing my cock and balls ever so lightly with their fingers.

“Fuck, man, I feel a connection,” Jeremy said.

“Yeah, it’s his jockstrap all right,” Bill said again.  “I think I could tell it with my eyes closed.” 

Suddenly they drew back their hands and shoved them in their pockets.  I tried not to take anything from it. It was a moment of male bonding with the worn jockstrap as the focal point. I tucked the pouch back into my pants and pulled them up. 

“That was a ballsy thing you did, letting us do that,” Bill said.

“Yeah, and I was gonna say, you fill it out damn near as good as he did.”

The boys muttered ‘thanks’ as they stood back for me to get in the car.  They stood there as I pulled away. I looked around and Bill gave me a thumbs up with the condom between his fingers. Jeremy just smiled, nodding his approval. Dammit, I thought, maybe I should stay back. The jockstrap was a perfect opening and they were damned intimate about it.  But in my mind, I was already on my way back. I drove out of the cemetery with Jason’s football tucked between my legs.

I decided to take one last drive through Jason’s hometown, as he might have done when he was home, cruising main street.  As I drove past the hotel, smiling and thinking about the other four Marines.  Had we dishonored Jason’s memory by gang banging the girls?  I didn’t think so. I thought he would consider an act of a honor and duty.

As much as I didn’t want to go, I went to visit my parents. How does a guy not want to see his parents after such a long time in a hotbed combat zone?  I couldn’t explain it; I just didn’t want to be there; I knew I didn’t belong there anymore. It dawned on me that I hadn’t even told them I was coming home. I stopped at a roadside café to get something to eat and call them. I thought my mother might faint when I told her I was only a few hours from home.  She shrieked to my dad and he came to the phone, giving me hell because I hadn’t told them. I was already half wishing I hadn’t called but it would’ve been unforgivable not to see them. Mom got back on the phone and started babbling about plans to get the family together. I stopped her.

“No, Mom, I can’t. I don’t have the time.  I’m not on leave. I’m home on official business,” I told her. It wasn’t a total lie, although the colonel had given me leave time to visit my family. I explained about Jason and told her I could only stay a little while, maybe a night or two at the most, then I had to fly back.  She didn’t say anything.

“You’re going back.” It was my dad’s voice.

“I haven’t been discharged, Dad,” I said. “Look, I’ll be there in a few hours. Tell Mom not to go to any trouble.”

It was a long drive and I didn't want to go. There was just no reason to.  I didn’t know how to see them.  I didn't know how I would explain to Mom and Dad that, God help me, I wanted to get back to Vietnam where I belonged, to that terrible war, as they put it; back where I could be with Jason's memory. Much as I loved them both, it was guilt that made me go, and love of country, and yeah, love of a man that was drawing me back.

Contrary to my wishes, Mom had gathered a lot of family together for a big supper. I wished she hadn’t, but I appreciated it. For a few hours I was just another cousin, the hero uncle, the pride of my parents. It was fun as long as I didn’t think about why or how I’d come to be there. Actually, They didn’t seem to grasp that I’d buried my best friend, not even after I’d shown them Jason’s athletic jacket that his parents had given me. I enjoyed seeing my brother and his family, especially my niece, Melanie and my young nephew, Hunter. He was turning into a real hunk. Untouchable, of course, but he was funny and studly and wonderful eye candy. By the end of the evening, I knew I had to spend at least one night.

Much like Jason’s room, mine was just as I’d left it. Only I didn’t feel at home there anymore. Shit, I missed the barracks! I hung Jason’s athletic jacket in my closet beside mine, then undressed. I lay in bed feeling much like a stranger, looking around at familiar things that weren’t familiar to me anymore. I felt more at home in Jason’s room. Mom, bless her heart, came in to tuck me in. I was a little embarrassed because she just didn’t get it. I slept because I was tired, but I would be glad to see morning come.

Dad came in to wake me up the next morning.

“If you have to leave so soon, you can’t waste time laying here in bed,” he said.

Breakfast was strained. It was like there was so much to say but so little time that it wasn’t worth trying to say it.  We talked about mundane things, partly because they didn’t seem to want to talk about my life, or even why I’d come home. I couldn’t even pick up that they were proud of me as a Marine.  We got through it though, and through an emotional goodbye.  By the time I left I wished I hadn’t come. How do you feel that way about your family? I didn’t understand it.  I just wanted to get back to that terrible war, even knowing that the one person I cared about in the world would not be there when I got back.

I was in a muddled daze the whole trip back to the air base, trying to turn it all around in my mind, wrestling with the reality of it all, and confused that I felt like I was only now going home. I turned the car in and boarded the plane. It was more comfortable accommodations than the trip over, but I felt guilty about that, and torn that I was going back and leaving Jason behind. He would laugh at that, and give me hell. He would tell me to get my ass back over there and finish the job we had started.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 rp