A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 18
A Night With Toby 

My second extension was coming to an end and Toby said we should celebrate before I left.  I thought he meant buying me drinks for the night, which he did, or maybe going out on the town.

"Be here at closing time," he said.

I left and walked around for a while to get some fresh air. I showed up at closing time, ready to celebrate.  But when he was done cleaning up he didn't make any move to leave the bar.

"Let's go upstairs," he said.

Shit! I knew Toby lived up over the bar but I'd never been up there. My heart suddenly started thumping.   If this is what he meant by celebrating and being there for me….Damn, Toby was such a stud! He got a cold six pack and I followed him upstairs.

His quarters were compact but comfortable.  There was a small kitchen and a small living room, and much of that space was taken up by a set of weights and a workout bench. In fact, he used the bench as a coffee table. The bedroom was a small alcove with the bed up on a platform, quite common in Saigon.

He tossed me a beer.  "I need to shower first," he said as he peeled his shirt off over his head. 

His muscular upper body fairly exploded out of his jeans. I had already showered and he didn’t invite me to join him so I sat on the couch in the living room to wait.  He came out a short time later with a towel wrapped around his waist.  He looked sexy as hell. He was just plain HOT.  Fuck, muscles layered over muscles. I knew he was built, the way he filled out his clothes, but this was ridiculous.

"I didn't ask if you wanted to shower," he said as he opened a beer for himself.

"No.  Well, yeah, but you didn't ask me," I joked.

"Fucked up there," he said.  "But I'll make up for it."  He stepped over my legs to go to the bedroom alcove and the towel came off.  It dropped and swirled to the floor when he was standing right in front of me.  I don't know, maybe he made it happen, but there he was in all his naked, studly, muscular glory.

"Are you going to get naked, or am I supposed to get dressed?" he asked.

“I, uh…. wasn’t sure what you meant by celebrating…. if we were going out or something,” I said.       

“Do you want to?” he asked. 

"Don't bother getting dressed," I said.  I stood up and started taking my clothes off. 

“You need another beer?” he asked.

“Might as well get a buzz,” I said.

Toby got me another beer then went over and sat back on the bed, his shoulders against the headboard and his legs spread out with his balls hanging down to the mattress.  He was hung like he was built.  Bulky solid.  Heavy-looking. Thick.  Damn, he made me hungry. I thought Jason would be happy about this moment, me finally getting together with Toby. I wondered if they had ever gotten together. When I was naked I stood hesitantly for a moment.

"Lucky bastard," Toby said.

"Huh?"

"Jason.  He had that at his beck and call every time he came back in," he said, nodding to my nakedness.

"Pretty much any time he wanted it," I admitted. But I was surprised and confused at Toby's remark.  "I was the lucky one, though,” I added.

"Damn right.  He was a stud."

"More than you know," I said.  "Or maybe not more than you know."

Toby shook his head.  "It never happened," he said.

"It probably could have.  He thought you were pretty hot," I said.

"I would never come into that tight circle you guys had," he said.  "There wasn't room." He was pulling on his cock.  He patted the bed and told me to bring the rest of the beers with me. I had to step over him to get to the other side.  By the time I laid down, I swear, his cock was hard, standing up between his legs like a club.  He wasn't as big as Jason… hell, nobody was as big as Jason.… but he was thick.  He reminded me of the big, beer-can sergeant except for his smooth body.  His cock looked like a tall beer can with a head so big that it looked blunt.  A network of thick, bluish veins added to the look of virility. Shit, his cock was muscular!  I reached over for it.  I couldn't get my hand around it any more than I could get my hand around Jason’s cock or a beer can.

"Damn, I don't know if I can even get my mouth around that," I said.

"Is that the way you want it?" he asked.

"For starters, yeah."

"Okay, but just so you know, I'm open to anything," he said.

I bent over his middle with my lips wet.  His thick cock stretched my mouth something terrible.  I could barely take him.  The head was like trying to stuff a small orange in my mouth. I did what I could, lapping my tongue all around, swiping up the ball juice that ran copiously out of the wide opening.  I mean wide.  I was able to drive my tongue into the opening and dip the stuff out.  Damn, he tasted good.  I like ball juice better than cum; the juicy stuff before the thick globs got mixed in, and he had plenty of it.

I sucked him and drooled and played with his balls while he sipped his beer.  I dragged my fingers along his crack, using my drool to work my way into the crevice.  He didn't stop me but he didn't spread his legs or offer me any encouragement either.  After a few minutes I rose up.

"I'm doing the best I can," I said.

"You're doing great."

"I could take it better the other way."

"Are you sure?  Well, maybe so, after Jason."

"He was huge," I said.

"How do you want it?  On your back or on your stomach?"

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"On your back, but it goes in deeper that way.  But what the hell, deep shouldn't be any problem for you, after Jason. You said you wanted a buzz, let’s finish off the beer,” he said.

We downed the rest of the beer. I was seeing through a haze.  The buzz felt good. Toby twisted around to get some lube out of the drawer of the nightstand and I stretched out on my back.  He had a condom too that he held up like he was asking if he should use it.

"It's your call," I said.

"Good."  He tossed the condom aside.  "I hate the damned things.  They're all too tight."

"No wonder," I said, as I reached out and worked the lube all over his cock.

He gave me some more on my fingertips and I put it in my hole.  He positioned himself between my legs and I lifted them onto his shoulders.

"Fuck!  You've got an awesome ass," he said as he squeezed my butt muscles. "I've wanted this ass since the first time you walked into my bar."

"Why didn't you say so?"

He laughed.  "It was pretty much occupied," he said.  He set the head of his cock against my hole and pushed a little. "Are you sure you wanta do this? It's gonna be awfully tight."

"You've been in tight places before, I’m sure, with that thing," I said.  He started to say something else but I cut him off.  "Hey, you're talking to a Marine, I'll handle it," I said.

It was a lot of bravado on my part. I was always apprehensive just before getting my ass plugged but this time I was approaching scared.  It’d been a while since Jason and Toby was going to pry my ass wide open, like the beer-can sergeant, and Jason, but it’d been many months since I’d had a cock this size.  I closed my eyes and sucked in a quick breath of air as he pushed harder.  I was ready.  I wanted it.  I needed it. I opened my eyes and let them rake over his incredibly-muscled body. That heightened my desire even more.  I reached up and squeezed his pecs and then his tits.

"Ohhhhhh," he gasped. "Fuck... yeah... squeeze `em... pull `em…. Ohhh, yeah, man, here... goes…..!"  With that he entered me.

"Oh, Geezusss!!" I exclaimed.  I froze.  "Fuck!"  It felt like he had truly shoved a beer can through my asshole.

"You said you could handle it... are you sure?" he asked.

I cringed under the excruciating pain. "Goddamn!" I gasped.

"I can take it out," he said.

"You fuckin' take it out, you're gonna have a real fight on your hands," I said.

He pushed harder and I winced and started gasping like I was in labor. I was sucking in air like a steam engine.  I should've been getting used to it but the deeper he went the thicker his cock felt.  I hadn't noticed that he was thick at the base but he was sure prying me open. 

"You okay?" he asked.

"Oh, Fuck... don't even ask!" I gasped through nervous laughter.  "Just give it to me... all the way, man... shove it in me and let's get it over with."

He obliged.  He didn't slam me but he gave one hard, serious shove and his cock was embedded in my guts like meat in a sausage casing.

"My Goddd!"

"I'm not pulling out now," he said.

I tried squeezing my asshole around his cock but he was so big I couldn't feel it doing anything.

"You tell me when you're ready," he said.

"Ready for what?"

"Ready to be fucked."

"What the fuck are you doing now?" I blurted.

"Waiting for you to get used to it," he said.

The banter helped. I squeezed harder and was greatly relieved when it started not hurting so bad. I could finally feel my tight sphincter muscles contracting around his cock.  I had feeling again, and it was starting to feel good. His girth was stretching me so that it didn't matter that he wasn't as long as Jason.  Without asking or waiting for me to say so, he started fucking me.

"Ohhh, go easy... easy, man. it feels like you're pulling my ass inside out."

He fucked me easy but with great determination, not to be put off by my whimpering.  His cock was like an electric prod emitting tiny shock waves all the way in and all the way out.  He had me trembling.  He was good.  He was incredible.  Godd, he was making me feel things that even Jason hadn't made me feel; or perhaps I’d forgotten.

"Geezusss," I gasped softly.

"You okay?"

"Awwhh, yeah.,. Fuck, I'm okay… fuck me, man... Godd, your cock feels incredible.  Fuck me.  Just leave me an asshole."

“Yeah, I’ll leave something for the next guy,” he said.

Toby was good, both talented and long winded.  He had the moves and staying power that are rare among men.  I didn't know what the big ‘O’ was all about in women, but Toby had me on the verge of something with every throb and move of his cock.  I hadn't felt anything like this since Jason.

"You getting close?" he asked.  "You look like you're about to come."

"I've been close for a long time.  I've been close with every stroke of your cock. I don't know what's keeping me from cumming, because I want to."

"I can take you over the top if you want," he said.

"Take me anywhere you wanta take me," I said breathlessly.

He started driving his cock into me at odd angles, twisting his hips, lobbing his cock around inside me.  He pulled back till just the head of his cock was lodged in my ass and the thick, gristled rim pulled out on my ass muscle.  It felt wonderful.   He used corkscrew motions that drove me crazy.  The blunt head of his cock hit and rubbed against my prostate which made me want to scream.  He was fucking me with a steady, determined pace, working me up, pushing me toward insanity when suddenly he slammed into me like a pile driver with a loud gushing groan.

"Aw, Shit!... Fuck, man, I hope you’re close... ‘cause I'm gonna come… I can't hold it back... I'm gonna come!" 

“Yeah, give it to me, stud,” I moaned as I leaned up and clamped my mouth over his tit. I sucked and munched on the turgid nipple, driving him nuts. He clasped his hand around the back of my head to hold me there. His entire body bulged and flexed like a mountain of muscle and shook like an earthquake. Seconds later he was pumping heavy loads of cum inside me.  Fuck, I could feel it!  The stuff was hot!

I wasn't quite there. I willed my climax but it just wouldn't happen. Sensing my frustration, Toby fucked me like a madman to try to get me to go off.

"It's okay, man, I don't have to come," I gasped.

He pounded my butt a dozen more times then slowed down. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he mumbled.  "I had you so close... but all of a sudden my trigger tripped... your ass is so hot and tight and alive, I couldn't hold off."

"It’s okay, don't worry about it," I told him.

"Don't you worry, I'll make it up to you.  I'll get you off," he declared. He hovered over me till his powerful arms were shaking then shoved himself up. He reared back on his haunches and I started to lift my legs off his shoulders but he grabbed me by the calves and held me there.  He watched intently as he extracted his cock from my ass.

"Damn, you are wide open," he said.

"I don't doubt it, with that beer-can cock of yours." I reached down to feel my ass.  “Geezuss, I could get my fist in there.  Are you sure you didn’t use a ball bat on me.”

He pushed my legs toward me, tilting me in half with my asshole aimed right straight up.

"That is hot, looking right down inside your asshole," he said.  "Fuck, I can see your inner muscles moving.  I can actually see my cum. Squeeze your asshole."

I squeezed but didn't feel anything happen.  Toby laughed.

"It ain't closing up," he said.

"Are you sure you didn't fuck me a new asshole? Maybe a larger one?"

“Listen, I’ve got a ball bat….,” he said with a smirk.

“Geezuss, No!” I said.

“How about my fist?” he said, as he made a fist and punched against my gaping hole.

“Fuck, Toby…..”  Getting fucked so hard hadn’t sobered me up any.  I saw him reach for the lube.  “You’re fuckin’ gonna do it,” I said.

“Let’s try it,” he said.

I couldn’t argue with him.  I couldn’t resist him. I watched him lube up his entire hand, numb to the idea. It was like you know something is going to happen but you don’t really believe it will even though you’re watching it happen.  He squeezed some lube into my asshole.  Then he slid four fingers inside me.

“Aawwwwhhh!” I moaned loudly.

“That’s about the size of my cock,” he said.  He worked his fingers around inside me then added his thumb. There was nothing to prevent it from happening how. His thumb, the safety hook, was inside me as well. I laid my head back as he worked his hand back and forth through my hole without actually entering me.

“Man, you’re taking it good,” he said.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked.

“No. You?”

“No, and I don’t know why I’m doing it now.”

“Because you’re horny and you’ve got a buzz on, and you’ve got a hungry ass. Who needs a reason, anyway,” he said.

While he was talking he was working my hole and I suddenly realized that his hand was inside me! My asshole was locked tightly around his wrist!

“Ohh, Fuck!” I moaned softly, laying my head back. Then he made a fist.  “Ohhhh….Ohhh, My Godd!”  He clenched and unclenched his fist.  “Ohh, Geezuss…. Ohhh, fuck, Toby!”  I could feel myself floating off.  The buzz, or insanity taking over, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.  I went with it. I rode the crest.

“You are fuckin’ awesome,” I heard a voice say; a voice I barely recognized, then I heard myself whimper.  I reached down and felt Toby’s elbow.  He had most of his forearm shoved up inside me!  “Ohh, Goddd!”  How far was he going to go?  I squeezed his bicep. Oh, fuck, if he shoves in that deep…..!  I got scared.  “Please… aww, please, Toby, I don’t wanta do this,” I whimpered. He didn’t say anything. He began pulling his arm out. Instead of pulling his hand out, he made a fist and pulled that through my asshole. I thought I was going to pass out, but it wasn’t from pain, and I almost told him to shove it back in.

“Ahh, Yessss!” he whispered as he gazed at my gaping asshole. I saw him flick his tongue out to wet his lips.  He wouldn't….fuck, not Toby…. hell, he was practically straight.  Most guys at the bar thought he was straight.

"Okay, I said I would get you off….."  His words trailed off and he wet his lips and I shivered at what he was going to do.  Suddenly he buried his face in my ass and drove his tongue into my gaping hole.  Deep.  Deeper than anybody had ever tongued me.  Hell, his mouth was inside me, and his tongue felt like a small cock darting around inside me. I groaned but I choked on it and it didn't come out.  I pressed my head back into the pillow and clawed the sheets.  It felt like my asshole opened even wider to welcome his tongue.  Maybe I got it wrong.  He hadn’t really fisted me and maybe he didn’t intend to. He was simply opening me up so he could do this to me.

I felt his hot spit drooling into my ass and he washed it all around the delicate inner muscles.  "Oh, Geezusss, Toby!" I moaned.  "Ohh, yeah….tongue it....eat it, you big stud…. oohhnnnn….awww, you're getting me there…. so close…. so fuckin' close... don't stop, man... please don't stop Toby!... I'm comin'....!!!"

I came so hard the bed shook.  I shot off so hard my head ached from the blood pounding in my temples.  I sprayed myself; shot come all over my face, neck, shoulders, chest and in my mouth and nose. There were pools of cum in my eyes. My Godd, where was it all coming from!  Toby kept tonguing me.  He had me so far over the top that I couldn't take any more.

"Aww, please....."  I grabbed his head in both my hands.  "Fuck, man, you gotta stop! I can't take any more…. fuck, man…. let up on it.....!"

He rose up, reluctantly, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  He laughed when he saw the cum all over me.

"Let me down... let my legs down... I gotta get my breath," I gasped.

He pulled my legs down and laid them on either side of his hips.  My ass was still wide open and I felt his cum drooling out.  I tried to tighten the muscle but I only squeezed air.

"That was wild," Toby said.

"That's an understatement," I gasped. I was groping for the sheet to wipe the come out of my one eye.

"You made a real mess," he said. "I never seen anybody come like that."

Toby pulled a pillowcase off for me to use. I got myself cleaned off and let my arms fall at my sides.  Toby moved from between my legs and lay beside me.

"That was fuckin' wild," he said again.  “You’ve got muscles right up in your ass. You were pushing my cum right up into my mouth.  Did Jason ever do anything like that for you?"

"No.  God, no!  He would’ve never thought about doing that.  With him it was pretty much a one-way street."

"I would've thought so," he said.

"I thought it would be with you, too," I said.

"Going one way all the time is boring.  How come you thought that?"

"You're so damned straight-acting....nobody in the bar would believe this."

"I'm straight-acting?" he scoffed. "You're straight as a ramrod.  And Jason.… nobody would believe he would go for anything like this."

"Jason really was straight," I said.  "He just liked having sex with other guys."

"With one guy, mostly," Toby said.

"I liked to think so... but I was never sure," I said.   “Damn, I hope my asshole closes up,” I said. “I won’t be able to walk till it does.”

“You’re spending the night anyway,” he said.

"You know something I always wondered about?" I said.

"What?"

"I wondered if he ever made it with any of those Vietnamese boys he met up with along the way."

"Geezuss, he would fuck those little guys a new asshole." 

“Have you ever fucked a Vietnamese boy?” I asked.

“Yes, on occasion,” he said.  “Have you?”

“Yeah, they’re as good as Vietnamese girls,” I said.

Toby rubbed his hand across my stomach. "The celebration isn't over.  The fireworks have just started," he said.

“I’m sorry I wimped out on you,” I said.  “I should’ve known you weren’t going to take me any further than I wanted to go.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t gonna really fist you, like shove my whole arm up inside you.  I think you thought I was, the way you were feeling my bicep.”

“Yes, I was trying to imagine it,” I said.

“I just wanted to get you ready for the main event; my tongue.” 

I couldn't believe that night. We did everything together. What I did for him, he did for me and I reciprocated. Godd, he was insatiable, and as virile as Jason.  His cock looked and felt like a club the whole night, despite him using much of his forearm on me. Towards morning he was whining that it'd stayed hard so long that it was aching.  My cock wasn't sore but my ass was numb from the repeated poundings he gave me. Neither of us wanted to stop but we ran out of night and were running short on morning.

"We'd better knock it off and give your asshole a chance to close up before you have to leave," he said.

"Shit, I need to see if I can even walk," I said.

We lay together and talked and caressed each other and Toby checked my asshole every now and then with his fingers.  Toward the end, he used his thumb and smiled.

"Aw, I can feel it squeezing my thumb... you're closing up," he said.

“Too bad in a way,” I said.

“Why do you say that?”

“I was eyeing the baseball bat in the corner,” I said jokingly.

I fondled his cock till it was hard again.  I gaped at it in disbelief. "Goddamn, I don't believe I took that thing."

He laughed.  “Are you forgetting my fist?  Shit, after Jason, you could take an Arabian stallion."

"Anything left in your tank?" I asked, fondling his balls.

"There's always more where that came from," he said.

"I want it."  With that, I hovered over him and went down on his cock.

Toby gave himself up to me one last time. It was almost nostalgic. He made me work for it but finally his muscular cock fairly blasted thick streams of cum into my mouth.  I savored it for a moment then swallowed it.

"Are we going to go have breakfast like civilized men, or are we going to keep acting like a couple of wild animals," Toby joked.

"I guess it's gotta end sometime," I said.

We showered and got dressed and walked to the little café that was Toby’s favorite.  Over breakfast Toby talked about Jason.  He managed to draw it all out of me and I felt better for it.

"Is this a therapy session?" I asked.

"I don't know, is it making you feel better?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I didn’t mean to intrude but I'm the only one you can talk to about it who understands," he said.

"It's the first time I've let it out....all of it," I said.

"Are you sure you want to go back to the States and get out? I know I told you to, but……”

"I'm not sure about anything, but I think it's time," I said. “I think I’m burning out.”

"Why don't you stay in country after your discharge? For a while, at least," he said.

"Like you stayed, for a while? How many years has it been?”

"If it’s more than a while, yeah, you can make a good life here."

"Not if we don't win this thing," I said.  "And I'm not all that sure they're going to let us.  Naw, I need to go back and see what's there."

"You saw what was there,” he reminded me.

"I saw some decency among a few people," I said.  "If I don't find what I'm looking for, maybe I will come back."

"You're not going to find what you’re looking for," Toby said.  "Especially not back there.  He's gone, Brad... you're not going to find him no matter where or how hard you look. And the closest you’re ever going to come to finding him is right here."

"But it would be just a memory…. a ghost," I said. I dropped my eyes and started to choke up.  Finally, I looked up again.  "I'm going back.  But we'll keep in touch, okay?"

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15