A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 16
Back To Vietnam 

When I arrived back in country, the first thing I did was go to Toby's; the very first thing, I didn’t even report in.  As usual, he had my beer on the counter before I got to the bar.

"How'd it go?" he asked.                                                         

"Very impressive, but I never want to do that again."

"How'd his parents take it?"

"It's hard to say.  I think they were numb the whole time.  His brother, on the other hand….."

"I didn't know he had a brother," Toby said.

"I didn't either till just before Jason left to go home," I said. "The guy was a first-class prick and a certified asshole all rolled into one.  He and some of his friends wore black armbands to the wake."

"No shit!"

"Well, the brother didn't.  I asked him not to and he took his armband off and gave it to me."

Toby laughed.  "Yeah, I'll bet it was real easy to convince him," he said.

“I never wanted to stomp somebody’s ass so bad in all my life. First thing, we were met stateside at the airport by a bunch of protestors. We weren’t supposed to react but I did manage to knee some peace-nik prick in the balls in the airport restroom,” I said.

“No shit! You did?”

“Couldn’t restrain myself,” I said.

I told him about the funeral.  I sipped my beer and Toby watched me. 

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Don't even go there right now," I said.

"Okay."

"I can't handle it yet," I said.  "I don't know if I ever will."  I quickly washed down the choked sob in my throat. In my mind I had gone where I'd told Toby not to go.

"Listen, I don't want to intrude on your thoughts or your life, but... well, if you ever want to be with someone who knew him, to talk or…. anything else... I'm here."

His meaning soaked in and I nodded with a forced smile.  "Thanks."

I gradually got back into the swing of things.  In the natural scheme of things the body makes its own demands, for nourishment, sleep, even sexual gratification... and in time those things take priority over emotions.  My sexual urges weren’t long in making themselves known and the need began to build up.  I went to Toby's a few times but never made any contact.  Hell, I hardly knew how. I didn't really go there for that reason but I figured if it happened--and it would eventually--well, what the hell, there were always some pretty hot guys there.  Then there was always Toby's standing offer.

Back in the barracks I began to take note of a couple of the guys I'd been living with for all those months.  One guy especially…. Tom McCord, who had a drop-dead sexy butt that he didn't seem to mind showing off.  His entire body was something to show off.  He never wore a towel in the latrine. The other guy, Randy Jones, it was his cock that drew my attention.  He was legendary hung; thick, veiny, long, with a generous collar.  I often wondered if he was as big as Jason.

I dreamed up one scenario after another.  The one that I dwelled on the most was of me eating Tom's tight, round ass while Randy fucked me.  I was afraid to make a move on either of them, though. I knew I was in great and dire need for sexual satisfaction when I awoke from a dream about Jason and realized I'd had a wet dream!  I had to laugh, and knew Jason was up there laughing with me; or at me. I was covered with cum.  Shit, I hadn't done that since I was a kid.  I woke up just as it was coming to an end, my cock still pulsating and the stuff was still warm and lying in the thick globe and ropes on my abs and chest. There was nothing handy to clean it off.  I quickly smeared it all over my abs so it wouldn't run down, then headed for the shower. A few minutes later, Tom came into the latrine.  It was early for anyone to be up.  I had a reason but I wondered what his was. He took a piss then stepped into the shower, three down from me.

"What're you doing up so early?" I asked.

"I couldn't sleep,” he said.

Great, if he was awake, I wondered how much he'd seen of my little fiasco.  A lot, obviously.

"That must have been one hell of a dream," he said with a sly grin.

I flushed with embarrassment and tilted my face up into the shower to wash it away.

"I haven't done that since I was a kid," I said.

"It was a fuckin' whitewash," Tom said.

“You saw it?” I asked. 

“Yeah.”

"I wonder who else saw."

"Anybody who was awake. It was pretty hard not to notice, and you were groaning all through the finish," he said.

I felt myself blanch. Groaning what, I wondered?  “Groaning what?” I asked. “What was I groaning about?”

“Couldn’t tell for sure, something about Jake, or Jack, it sounded like.”

Shit, I’d groaned his name! A guy’s name in a wet dream. But Tom didn’t seem to think anything about it.

"Having wet dreams; that means only one thing, you know,” Tom said.

"What's that?"

"You're damned hard up."

"Yeah, I guess so," I agreed.

"I've noticed you don't go out much since your buddy got it,” he said.

“It’s not the same.  Everywhere I go, I’m expecting him to be there, and he’s not. You get to know somebody and get close to a guy like I was to him, and you expect he’s always going to be there and it’s hard to accept that he never will be.”

“It's been a tough time for you.  Do you want to go have a beer sometime?"

"Sure," I said.  "Do you know Toby's?"

"Yeah.  I know the place but I usually hang out at the Dragonfly.  The girls are prettier there... If that matters to you," he added.

I looked at him and he was looking right at me and in that moment I thought we had a private understanding.  At the very least, I was sure he’d seen through me. I had only to decide whether to be leery and act ignorant or trust him and jump on it.  I chose the latter.

"Maybe it doesn't, now," I said.

"Besides, I've heard too much about Toby's," he said, his eyes unwavering.

“Like what?”

“Like it could be risky going there. The MPs and Shore Patrol keep an eye on the place.”     

“I've never seen anything out of line there, and I’ve never seen the MPs or the Shore Patrol in or even near the place," I said.

"There's just as much going on at the Dragonfly," he said.

"Yeah, I’ve met some sharp girls there,” I said.

"I thought pretty girls didn't matter to you now," he said.

"Sometimes they do." I was a little uneasy yet heady with the way the conversation was going and for the first time I was thinking about sex with another guy without feeling guilty about it. I couldn’t believe I’d gone so long.

“It’s okay, you know,” he said.

I looked at him with a scowl. “What’s okay?”   

"I've noticed you noticing my butt," Tom said.

I was taken aback but tried not to show it. "You've got a mighty fine butt," I said casually.

"Interested?" he asked.

"Are you offering it?"

"If you’re interested."

I couldn't believe it!  It was there all the time, right under my nose. This stud’s fine, hard ass was mine for the taking. "Where do you go?" I asked.

"To a little place that passes as a hotel, out on the edge of town. It's almost in the country. Six rooms.  A lot of guys go there."

"And nobody watches the place with guys going in and out?"

"A lot of them bring girls.  Those that don't, there are two daughters that serve as a good front."

“Damn, how come I don’t know about this place?”     

“Maybe you’ve been too occupied,” he said.

We picked up passes and headed out together. There was a sense of relief in not going to Toby's for a change.  A sense of freedom, like I was breaking away from the pain that haunted me day and night.  Somehow I knew Jason wouldn't mind that I was doing this.  It would be what he expected me to do.  It was what he would do. I thought about Steve.

We took a cab but Tom told the cabbie to pull over while we were still well in town and we walked the rest of the way. The place was small and pretty run down. I wondered how they had six rooms.  I found out.  Tom paid a woman some money and she gave him a six-pack of beer. He led the way upstairs to a room no bigger than our combined space in the barracks.  We walked right in without benefit of a key.

"No keys?" I asked.

"Naw, they don't mess with locks."

"That means anybody could walk in," I said.

"If that bothers you, you have to put a chair against the door, but most people don't care one way or the other," he said.

“That could be risky if they start watching the place,” I said.

There was a cot against the wall and a chair and table with a bucket of water and a metal washbasin and some towels.

"It's not much," Tom said as he pulled his shirt off.  "That's the reason they don't watch the place.

"I don't think I'm going to mind," I said, eyeing his muscular upper body quite openly.

Tom was naked first. He laid out across the cot on his stomach, his legs cocked apart with his butt turned up so inviting that it made my mouth water. In that moment I think I became Jason…. I was going to do the fucking.… and the guy on the bed was me, the one who was going to get fucked.  Except that I crawled between the guy's legs and buried my face in his butt.  Jason would've never done that. Tom was stunned out of his mind that I ate his ass. Fuck, it was wild! I couldn’t get enough of him.  But the guy was crazy and anxious for my cock.  I gave it to him.  Twice.  He turned into a slut when he was getting fucked.

“How the hell did I not pick up on you?” I asked after I’d fucked him the second time.

“Like I said, you were occupied.”

“When did you pick up on me?” I asked.

“I don’t know, sometime when I noticed how uptight you were about your buddy; when you wouldn’t see him for long stretches.”

“Shit, has anybody else picked up on it?” I asked.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, I sure as hell wouldn’t have guessed about you,” I said.

“I wouldn’t have guessed about your buddy.  I saw him a couple of times. He was a certified stud.  It’s hard to believe he was gay.”

I rose up, gaping at him. “He wasn’t gay.  He was straight as they come.”

It was his turn to gape at me.  “You mean… fuck, man, are you saying you… you’re gay?” he asked, surprised. 

“Hell, I thought we had that understanding back in the barracks,” I said. “And you saw how I ate your ass.”

“Well, fuck me!”

“I already did, twice,” I said.

“And now it’s your turn,” he said as he rose up and rolled on top of me.

We wrestled around, laughing, till I let him pin me, and fuck me.

Things were different in the barracks after that. It was nice to be able to ogle Tom, and I liked the way he looked at me, openly, with raw lust, when nobody else was looking.  We got together often after that but it was just casual sex, something we both needed. It didn’t begin to approach what I had with Jason and I didn’t try to pretend that it did or ever would.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 rp