A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2011 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 19
Adam Randall 

I considered enlisting in the Navy and becoming a Navy SEAL but I didn't.  Honestly, even as a tough Marine, there was a tiny part of me that doubted that I had what it took to become Jason. I didn't have his steely eyes and his big, brass balls. So I decided to get out. If I didn’t like it on the outside, I could always come back in.

Saying good-bye to Vietnam was harder than I thought. You think and talk about getting the hell out of the place and back to civilization till you remember that where you came from isn’t so civilized anymore. It wasn’t just saying good-bye to the country; I was saying good-bye to Jason.  He was buried in Ohio, but Toby was right, this is where I felt his presence. It was the reason I came back, and the reason I stayed for as long as I did through two short-term re-enlistments.

I took a Jeep and went in search of his old unit. It was still there, in full operation, even his old hooch. I went inside and looked around. There was a guy sitting cross-legged on the floor beside his bunk cleaning his rifle and another guy stretched out on his bunk in his shorts, staring at the ceiling.

“Can I help you?” the guy asked, looking up from his rifle.

“I just came to…..” I paused, suddenly unable to explain why I was there.

“Came to what?” he asked, sounding impatient, as if I had no business there in their hooch.

“Just wanted to see the place one more time before I left,” I said as I looked at the bunk where Jason had slept.

“When were you here?” he asked.

“Not me.  A buddy. I visited him here. Buried him some time back.”

The other guy rose up. “What was his name?”

“Jason Seaborne. He was a Navy SEAL, a sniper.”

“Didn’t know him, but I’ve heard the older guys talk about him. Fuckin’ menace with a rifle, and the ladies.”

It was suddenly awkward. There was no connection between Jason and these guys and I thought I didn’t belong there. I turned to leave. Going out the door I ran into another guy coming in. He was naked except for the towel around his neck, obviously just returning from the showers.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he growled.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I stepped sideways to get out of his way.

“Hey! You were supposed to look me up when you got back,” he said.

I recognized him then; the guy I’d sucked off behind the ammo dump.

“Hey,” I said, suddenly glad to see a familiar face that I could connect to Jason.

“How come you never looked me up?” he asked, coming back down the steps.

“Just never got around to it,” I said.

“Sorry I made such a piss-poor impression.”

“No, it wasn’t that. I just never made it over here. Only reason I’m here now, I just wanted to see the place again before I left. I’m heading out.”

“For good?”

“For good if I can make it back in the world,” I said.  I shrugged. “If not, who knows?”

“Maybe I could give you a better reason for coming back,” he said with a tight smile in a hushed tone.

“Doesn’t look like the right time or place,” I said.

“If you’ve got the time, I’ve got the place.  Give me a minute to get some clothes on.”

I didn’t know why I stood outside the hooch waiting on him except that he was fuckin’ sexy and built and hung and he was a better reason for being there than the reason I’d come.

“That your Jeep?” he asked when he came back out carrying his rifle.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go.”

We climbed into my Jeep and he gave me directions outside the compound. I drove along a grassy road through the steamy jungle till we came to a small clearing with what looked like the remains of a village.

“Through there,” he said, pointing to a narrow passage leading between the only two buildings that remained intact.

I barely got through without rubbing the vehicle against the sides of the buildings.

“Right, here,” he said.  I turned right. “Stop.” We were behind the largest of the buildings, a structure made of old scrappy looking lumber with a tin roof.

“Is this safe?” I asked as he was climbing out of the Jeep.

“Safe as you’re gonna get out here in broad daylight,” he said.

I didn’t feel safe but I felt adventurous. Besides, the guy was hot and ready, and I was horny for him. I followed him into the building.  It was completely empty, with no trace of what it was once used for. The floor was nothing but thick dead grass and it was well ventilated, with cracks between the boards. The guy was undoing his pants, shoving them down.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” he said as he shoved his shorts down.

“Keep your weapon handy, too, will you?” I said.        

“You worry about this weapon, I’ll worry about my rifle,” he said, groping his manhood.

I stepped in front of him and took hold of his cock. I pulled on it, looking all around, then went to my knees.

“Aww, fuck, this is gonna be great. I remember you were good,” he said. 

I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking him. I remembered his cock.  He tasted good--fresh from the shower. It was one of those times all too familiar now, since Jason’s death, when it was just raw, snorting sex.  It was the way I liked it… all I had… really all I wanted now.

“Hey, do you like to fuck?” he asked me.

I reared back off his cock, fisting it with one hand, fisting my own cock with the other.  “I’ve been known to turn tail,” I said.

He pulled me to my feet and turned me around and almost slammed me against the wall. He lubed up his cock with more spit, and more that he worked into my ass.  I arched my back and jutted my butt back for him. He found his target and shoved.

“Aaawwwggghhh!” I moaned when he entered me.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped.  “Shit, this is enough to make a guy give up pussy.”

I didn’t think he had a clue about fucking another guy, except that it was a tight, hot hole to service his cock. He didn’t know what pleasure he was giving me; in his mind I’m sure he thought he was using me. He pulled me straight and smashed me against the rough boards, my own hard cock standing up, pressed into one of the cracks between the boards. If someone came by close enough, they could see it. He was almost brutal. I didn’t mind.  It was the way it ought to be.  We were in a goddamned hut in the jungle of fuckin’ Vietnam, and besides, it was just raw, snorting sex; the way I liked it… all I had… really all I wanted.

I drove back to the barracks satisfied for the moment, knowing it wouldn’t last long. It never did anymore. I packed my shit, remembering to take the packet of pictures from under my footlocker tray. I said my good-byes to the guys in the barracks. Tom lingered back till last.

“Wish we could’ve gotten together one more time,” he said.

“Yeah, me too.”

A driver took me to Tan Son Nhut Air Base to catch my flight back to the world.  It was a poignant time, driving through the streets of Saigon for the last time.  I thought about asking him to drive past Toby’s and the Trent one last time but it would’ve served no purpose except to tear my heart out.  It was then that I realized that in the time I’d been back, after Jason’s death, I had not gone to the hotel except that one time when I went alone and jacked off to his pictures. I’d had enough goodbyes. My driver dropped me off and wished me luck back home. After I checked in I went to the NCO lounge to wait for my call. I was dreading the flight back. It was a long fuckin’ way, and it wasn’t with TWA.  Deep down I was dreading going home.

As usual, it was hurry up and wait. I never figured out why they wanted you there two or three hours before departure time. It wasn’t like a flight ever took off ahead of schedule, or even on time for that matter.  I walked around, dozed, got a cup of coffee and chatted with some guys, walked around some more and dozed some more. I was just waking up again when I saw somebody walk in who looked familiar, decked out in a Ranger uniform.  I couldn’t place him, but dammit, I knew him from somewhere. Suddenly, it hit me. Sgt. Randall, of the beer can cock!  It was his son! Had to be!  I recognized him from the picture the sergeant had showed me.  My heart started jumping around as I made mental comparisons with his dad. Fuck, would he be on my flight, I wondered? I hoped so. Nervous as I was, I didn’t hesitate about making myself known.  I walked up to him at the counter where he was getting a cup of coffee. I waited till he turned around.

“Excuse me, is your name… well, yeah, there it is… Randall,” I said, noting his nametag.”

“Yeah… do we know each other?” he asked. His voice didn’t match his ruggedness. He was soft spoken; it would’ve been meek except for the rugged, handsome face it came out of.

“No, but I knew your dad, Sgt. Randall. Well, I met him.”

“No kidding? Where’d you meet up with him? Were you in his outfit?” he asked excitedly.    

“No. We met up in a bar in Saigon. He was buying beer for everybody.”

“Yeah, he was always generous that way,” he said. “Hey, can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

“Sure.”

He bought my coffee and we retreated to a table back in the corner. I went and got my duffel bag.

“Didn’t get your name,” he said.

“Brad Courter.”

“Adam,” he said.  “How did you recognize me?”

“Your Dad showed me your picture.  Are you heading back to the world?” I asked. “Not getting out, are you?”

“No, and no. I’m going to Hawaii on R and R.”

“Lucky bastard.” 

“How about you?” he asked.

“I’m heading back; getting out,” I said.

“You won’t like it back there,” Adam said.

“If I don’t, I’ll find someplace else,” I said.  “I’m burnt out. I don’t think they’re going to let us win this thing; the politicians.”

“Maybe not, but it’s the only war I’ve got.”

“You sound like a mercenary,” I said.

“No, I just want to do what I’m trained to do.  I saw my dad go crazy between Korea and Vietnam. I like what I do. If they don’t find me a war, I might be a mercenary. So, when did you see my dad?”

I told him about our meeting and made up some shit; I couldn’t tell the kid that his old man had fucked me a new asshole. All the while, I was trying to picture him out of his uniform, and trying to figure out a way to maybe get him out of it.  There was probably the time, but it sure as hell wasn’t the place. Besides, he looked like he might tear your head off for simply suggesting it. But then, Jason was a tough and rugged SEAL. In my panic, nothing would come to mind. I couldn’t think of one damn line to kick things off.  It would’ve been great if I could’ve come right out and told him about his dad and me and would he like to follow in his dad’s footsteps; or cockpath, as it were.

“He was damned proud of you,” I told Adam.

“Hell, I’m just trying to fill his shoes,” he said with great humility.

“To hear him tell it, you’ve pretty much done that,” I said.

He smiled an appreciative smile. “If I can be half the soldier he is, I’ll consider myself a man.”

I looked at him, not ogling, but openly taking in the breadth of his shoulders and his arms and chest packed inside the uniform. “I don’t think anybody would argue that point now. A fuckin’ Ranger… shit, that pretty much says it all.”

“Naw, it don’t say shit, except I’m doing what I always wanted to do.  Hell, you’re a Marine; I know they didn’t just hand you that uniform with those stripes sewn on it. And then there’s the SEALs.  There’re a lot of guys out there doing what I’m doing, just in a different uniform.”

“My best buddy was a Navy SEAL,” I said. “I would’ve kissed his fuckin’ boots.  I buried him some time back.”

“Damn, that had to be tough. Were you the escort?”

“Yeah.” I was noticing the guy’s hands wrapped around his coffee cup. He had big hands, long, thick fingers; muscular fingers. Fuck, wouldn’t they feel great wrapped around my butt, digging into the muscles, probing inside me. I squirmed in my chair at the thought of it. God, I was turning into a slut!  I wondered if I could be lucky enough that he might have inherited certain other genes from his dad. We talked a while longer, Adam glancing at his watch from time to time, impatient.

“You sure remind me of your dad. You certainly got his genes,” I said.

He chuckled. “More than you know.”

“What’s behind that belly-chuckle?” I asked.

“Never mind. You don’t wanta know.”

Just then a big black master sergeant strode up to us.

“Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that your flight has been delayed.”

“No shit. What’s it been doing up to this point?” Adam asked sarcastically.

“I mean de-layed. They had to drop an engine. It’s going to take six, eight hours to replace it, hell, maybe longer.”

“Shit!” Adam swore, looking at his watch again. “Hell, it’s gonna be one, two o’clock in the morning before we get out of here.”

“Could be longer,” the sergeant said. “We’ve got emergency quarters if you would like to avail yourselves.  Small rooms with a bunk. Nothing fancy, but a place to get out of uniform and sack out.”

“Might as well,” Adam drawled as he downed his coffee and plunked his cup down.  “Which way?”

“Go out in the hangar, there’s a stairway leading up to a catwalk. Stop at the desk to sign in and get a key.”

“Thanks, Sarge,” Adam said.

I shouldered my duffle bag and Adam picked up his travel bag and we headed for the hangar. We stopped at the desk and I asked for two rooms. It was against my better judgment, but I figured it would look funny, asking for just one room for the two of us.  The sergeant had said they were small.

“Only got one left,” the corporal said.

Adam and I looked at each other.

“Go ahead,” I told him.

“Naw, you take it,” he said, patting my sergeant stripes.

“I’m not gonna pull rank on an Army Ranger,” I said.

“I don’t fuckin’ care if you both take it, just make up your mind,” the corporal said impatiently.

It was an opening I couldn’t resist. “I guess we could share it,” I said.

“It’s a bunk,” the corporal pointed out. “One bunk.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take the floor,” Adam and I said at the same time.

“Tell you what, one of you sign and here’s the key,” the corporal said, holding out a pen. “You can grab a couple of extra blankets from that pile over there to soften the floor.”

I took the pen and signed my name, took the key and grabbed up two blankets, then we started up the stairs.

“Have fun, guys,” the corporal said.

Adam paused with one boot on the first step; actually, he froze for a second, then slowly turned around. He strode back to the desk.

“Do you wanta say that again?”

“No, sir, Ranger,” the corporal said, cowering back. “No offense, no, sir, just making a joke.  I’ll wake you for your flight.”

“You do that,” Adam growled, then turned and went up the stairs.

At the top Adam paused mid-step. “You know, it’s probably not a good idea for us to be seen, both of us going in at the same time,” he said.  “One of us ought to sort of walk on past the door then come back, know what I mean?”

“Right,” I said. I handed the key to Adam and motioned for him to go up ahead of me. “Go ahead and let yourself in, I’ll join you in a couple of minutes.”

“I walked back and forth along the steel catwalk like I was looking for the right room, then went back to unit #8 and let myself in. Adam had his jacket off and was undoing his tie.

“There’s not much room in here,” he said.

He was right. The room was small, made smaller by the size of two men our size trying to occupy it.  Hell, even my duffle bag took up a big part of the room.  A bunk sat against one wall with a small table at the end with a lamp on it, and a chair beside it. That was all the furniture. There was a shelf high over the bunk with towels on it, and hooks along the opposite wall to hang clothes on. I started taking off my clothes.

“This is like a cell in solitary confinement,” Adam said as he pulled off his shirt and hung it up.  He was still with his back to me as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head, then twisted around to hang it up. He looked even bigger without his shirt.  His muscular barrel chest stuck out easily an inch over the flat plate of his abs. His shoulders were heavy with muscle, as were his powerful arms. Suddenly, the room seemed even smaller by his presence.

I was at the other end of the tiny room taking my clothes off, reaching toward him to hang them up. My throat was dry as I watched him unbuckle his belt then unzip his pants. He leaned his butt back against the wall to take them off then hung them on a hook. His hairy thighs were massive, the muscles leaping and bulging at his slightest move. He wore a small pair of green camo briefs that barely covered him.  They pulled down in front almost to the hairline from the weight of his manhood, and the bulge was mighty.  Part of it was the design of the briefs, but there was no mistaking that the bulk of the bulge was all thick cock.  I could make out the shape of his cockhead.

“Where’d you get those shorts? I’ve never seen any like them,” I said as I was taking off my pants.

“They’re not exactly Army issue,” he said with a crooked smile. “I buy from a catalog. Actually, my girlfriend bought me a pair and sent them to me and I liked them so well, I had her order me some more.  Not much to ‘em,” he said looking down, “but they’re comfortable.”

He picked up one of the blankets and unfolded it part way and flung it out across the narrow space of floor beside the bunk. When he got the other blanket I took hold of one end of it and helped him spread it out. We both started to lay down at the same time.

“I’ll take the floor,” I said.

“Too late, I’ve already got it,” he said, and stretched out on the blankets.

“Okay, if the floor gets too hard, wake me up and we’ll trade,” I said. 

“That little prick better wake us up for our flight,” he said.

I lay down on the bunk and turned out the lamp and there was only the light coming in through the small window from a nightlight outside in the hangar. I might as well have taken the floor; there way no way I was going to get any sleep. I could almost feel the tension in the room--all mine--fueled by the imaginary smell of the big Ranger’s testosterone. Fuck, he must be filled with the stuff; everything about him spelled STUD.  I tried to stop thinking about it; the fact that I was cooped up in this tiny cubicle with the guy, and the endless possibilities, with no hope of any of them coming to fruition….remembering his dad. If only it were his dad lying on the floor beside me! Except his dad wouldn’t be lying on the floor beside me; he would be on top of me, fucking my eyeballs out.  I stared at the ceiling for a while then turned over on my stomach to try to get some sleep. 

I came awake and punched the lighted dial on my watch; barely an hour had passed. I listened to Adam’s quiet, steady breathing and my imagination kicked in again, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios that could happen while he was asleep. The risk was, he would probably come awake and there might be mayhem in the small room. I flopped back onto my stomach and when I flung my arm over the edge of the bunk, my hand touched bare flesh. I started, froze, but he didn’t move and I didn’t pull my hand back. I let it rest lightly on his bare chest. My imagination ran wild and my cock started coming to life under me. My hand rode the steady rise and fall of his powerful chest as he breathed. It was more than I could take; the opportunity more than I could resist. I tried to calm myself enough that I could at least think straight. I could minimize the risk of being mutilated by carefully making every move appear to be accidental, in my sleep; something I could withdraw from at any moment with a reasonable explanation.

I withdrew my hand and scooted down on the bunk and hung my arm over the edge of the mattress again so my hand would rest lower on his body. I was on target! I had hoped to find his lower abs but I closed my fluttering eyes with a quiet gasp as I felt my hand come to rest squarely on the front of his briefs!

Oh, My Godd… My Godd… what do I do now? I couldn’t just grab him. I lay perfectly still, too frightened to move even a finger. When he moved in his sleep I left my hand to drag over his bulge. He settled and I held my breath. Moments later, when he snorted in his sleep and turned over, I pulled my hand back, fearful that he might be waking up. But his breathing quickly returned to sleep-mode and I was left with the dilemma, whether to try again.  Fearful as I was, I couldn’t resist. My hand was itching to go back. I moved slowly, cautiously lowering my hand till my fingers touched warm, bare flesh again. I wasn’t sure where it was on his body. I held still for a moment then trailed my fingers lightly downward, searching for the feel of his briefs again. I didn’t find them. I explored blindly and felt the definite curvature of his bare butt! Holy Shit! He had taken his briefs off!!

My panic soared. He was awake! How long, I wondered. I couldn’t be sure if he wasn’t setting me up, or extending an invitation. I didn’t move my hand. I left it resting on his bare butt, pretending I was asleep, but my heart was pounding so hard I imagined he could hear it. I lay perfectly still as I pondered my next move, or any move at all except pulling my hand back to safety. Then he moved again; he was turning over onto his back!

In those brief seconds that followed, the scenario of him coming up off the floor in anger flashed across my mind but I thought it better that I left my hand where it was and continued to pretend I was asleep.  I bravely left my arm dangling over the side of the bunk so my hand dragged across his butt and over his hip to come to rest squarely on his manhood when he was turned over. Without moving even a finger, I could feel the rubbery warmth of his cock and my fingers touched his balls.  I was terrified for that brief moment but then my fear began to wane. If he was awake--and he was--he would surely move my hand if he didn’t want it there. I almost asked him if he was awake but I couldn’t find my voice. The next moment I felt movement. Slight, but it was there. Then again; a gentle pulsation. Then another, stronger.  And another, more powerful. He was getting a hardon!

My hand pretended not to notice. I lay perfectly still while his cock grew bigger, gradually lifting from between his legs, moving my hand with it. I couldn’t judge his size and I was still afraid to explore and find out. As he grew harder his cock literally threw my hand off as it swung up over his stomach, throbbing stiff, but my hand still lay beside it and I could feel the heat of  his throbbing cock. Eternal seconds ticked by and I wondered why or how long I would lie there pretending to be asleep and  that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Finally, I moved my fingers, ever so slightly, brushing up against the side of his cock, still leaving possible doubt that I was awake; that I had moved in my sleep. His cock throbbed and I could no longer keep up the charade. I boldly traced the length of him then curled my fingers around his cock, leaving absolutely no doubt that I was wide wake.

“Geezusss!” I swore softly.

“I was wondering if you were gonna wake up,” he said, his voice deep, but soft and husky.

“I was wondering if you were awake.”

“I am now,” he said.

I squeezed his cock, trying to judge how much my fingers lacked encircling it, then I felt up and down the length of his cock again to confirm his size. He was huge. Easily as big as his dad, as I remembered him, maybe bigger. I moved my hand up and down the shaft, causing it to throb and swell in my hand. Finally, I leaned over the side of the bunk to have a look.

“Daauummm! That is a cock and a half,” I said. He was every bit as big as my hand told me he was. It felt like he was nearly the size of two stacked beer cans. My hand lacked well over an inch of reaching all the way around it.

“I couldn’t believe my luck when I woke up and felt your hand,” he said, in a pleasant but studly tone.

“I can’t believe my luck, having our flight delayed,” I said.

“Yeah, I guess it’s not so bad after all,” he said. “Man, I hope you’re gonna do more than a hand job.”

I leaned down over the bunk to take his cock in my mouth. Not that I was going to be able to do it justice, especially in that awkward position; he was too big to suck like a normal cock. Or so I thought.

“Oohhhhhh,” he moaned softly. “Awww, fuck, your mouth feels good.”

I did my best but I was already thinking I could better do him justice if he fucked me. But I wasn’t sure of his experience, and I didn’t want to freak him out by suggesting it so I sucked him for a few moments.

“Godd, that is a jawbreaker,” I said, rising up from his cock.

He leaned up then stood up beside the bunk. I lay back on the bunk and he lifted one leg and set it over me with his manhood sticking out over my face.

“Here, you can get to it better this way,” he said, aiming his cock to my mouth.

 I opened my mouth and he began fucking it.

“Fuck, you’ve got a hot mouth. And a real live tongue. Shit! Ohhh, Fuck, yeah…. suck it!”

I swear, I had both hands wrapped around his cock and still could barely take what was left of it in my mouth. I felt so damned inadequate. His cock was a log. Strangely and surprisingly, I couldn’t make an accurate comparison with Jason in my mind. It’d been so long; but in my mind’s eye, Adam was quite a bit bigger. I just knew Jason’s cock was big and beautiful and it was him, the man, that made it so. Being attached to his body was what that made his cock so magnificent.

Adam pulled back and dragged his balls over my face.

“Suck my balls.” 

He dropped one into my waiting mouth and I sucked and mauled it with my tongue, causing him to moan and grit his teeth. I sensed that he liked rough treatment and I munched harder. He showed his teeth in a grimace, but didn’t pull back or tell me to stop. After a moment he pulled it out and dropped the other on in and I gave it the same treatment.

“Fuck, man, you’re rough,” he said.

“You liked it,” I said.

“Yeah, I did,” he said as he shoved his cock back in my mouth.

“Sorry, I can’t do this big fucker justice. You’re just too much man,” I said.

“You’re doing great,” he said.  “Fuckin’ lot better than most women that ever tried it. They’re always so tender and loving, which is fine--I love to lay and watch a woman working on my cock--but I like it a little rougher, like you’re doing.”

As I sucked him, he moved up on the bunk, straddling my chest on his knees, and cradled my head in his big hands to fuck my mouth.  Several times the head smashed hard against the back of my throat and I had to fight down the gag. Twice I didn’t and he pulled back.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled around his cock.

The next time it happened, I clasped my hands around his butt to hold him in place and keep the head of his cock pressing against my throat.  He held it there but didn’t try to force it. He pulled back. 

“Are you wanting to take it down your throat?” he asked.

“Let’s try it,” I said.

“Are you sure? Nobody’s ever had that much courage.”

“How many guys have you had swinging on this thing?” I asked.

“You’re the first,” he said.

“Well, most women don’t have a clue about satisfying a man,” I said. I squeezed his butt muscles and he hunkered forward. It was what you would call the perfect thrust; gentle but firm, determined, and suddenly the head of his cock shattered the opening of my throat.  I didn’t choke or gag.  I had no hope of taking him all the way, but I wasn’t going to wimp out. At that moment I thought it was the biggest cock I’d ever had in my throat.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he gasped softly. He was shaking, he wanted to go deeper so bad.

I did some swallowing exercises, clenching my throat muscles and milking what I had of his cock. Then I urged him deeper.

“Shit, you’re gonna take more of it?” he said, surprised, as he hunkered an inch or so more through my throat.  I kept doing my exercises and it was sort of like my throat was pulling him deeper. “Shit, man, I’ll kiss your ass if you take all of it,” he said.

My heart skipped at the thought of it. Not that he meant it, of course, but his words gave me the impetus to try harder; hell, to do the impossible. I urged him deeper and he gave me more cock. He was so big and hard I could feel the bulging veins pulsing on my tongue. I could see how distended my lips were around the mighty girth; I could only imagine how my neck must look. It felt like my neck was stretched out of shape and as he gave me more, I wondered if he would push my lungs aside. I was doing okay, keeping up the swallowing exercises, controlling my breathing, but there was a long way to go and his hard cock wasn’t going to adhere to the curvature of my throat in the position we were in.  I eased him back.

“Let my head down and raise up over me, like you’re doing pushups,” I said.

“Sure, I can to pushups all day long,” he said. He let my head down and I pulled the pillow out so I lay flat as he arched his muscular body up over me.

I took his cock back in my mouth and he pushed it through into the already familiar territory. I wrapped my hands around his butt and pulled him down. His cock burrowed into my throat, deeper… deeper… my lips were approaching his hairs, my nose close to his hard abs.  Finally, in a final desperate move, I pulled his hips down and lifted my head to meet the thrust and his huge, magnificent cock was buried to his balls in my throat!

“Ohh, Goddd!” he cried out as he gently smashed his pubes into my face, crushing my nose with the lower bricks of his abs.  “Ohhh, fuck, I don’t believe this!”

I did okay till he started to ease up and it set off my gag reflex. I choked and he pulled back into to my mouth.

“Shit, that was fantastic!” he said. 

“Yeah, pretty incredible,” I agreed, getting off to breathe while I stroked his slick cock with my fist.  “We’ll try it again in a minute,” I said.

“Okay, but first…..,” he said as he stepped off the bed.

“What?” I asked.

“I said I would kiss your ass if you took all of it; turn it up here,” he said.

“Fuck! You’re really gonna do it? You don’t have to,” I said.

“Damn right I am. I said I would.”

I turned sideways across the bed, on my knees, with my butt sticking up for him.  He didn’t just lean down and kiss it; he grabbed the taut muscles and laid a wet kiss on each side, surprisingly close in the inner slopes. I could even feel his tongue. I was shocked when he kissed them again. “Fuck, you smell good,” he said, and began licking my butt. He gave it a few laps on each side.  “You know, maybe you could take it easier from this side,” he said huskily. “Do you fuck? Have you ever been fucked?”

“Yes, and yes, a couple of times,” I lied.

“Do you wanta try it?” he asked.

“I thought you would never ask.”

“I was afraid to mention it, figured you’d be scared I would rip you apart.”

“You probably will, but my throat handled you,” I said.

He gave my inner slopes a couple more laps, pulling my butt apart, and I thought he might go for the gold, his tongue was that close to my asshole, but he backed off.

“It’s gonna be a tight fit. You got anything for lube?” he asked.

I got up and rummaged around in the top of my duffle bag to get the lube out of my shaving kit. I applied it generously to my asshole then lubed up his cock. Remembering Toby’s fist calmed my nerves a little but I still acted like I was a novice.

“Geezusss!” I swore softly. “I can’t believe I’m gonna do this.”

“I can’t believe you are either. You don’t have to,” he said.

“Yeah, I do. I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least try.”

“You know what, I think you’ll take it,” he said.

“I think I will too,” I said. “I don’t want to sound like a wimp, being a Marine and all, but take it easy going in, will you?”

“Hell, I’m not gonna rape you,” he said.

I resumed the position across the bed, on my knees at the edge of the mattress and my head against the wall. Adam filled the crevice of my ass with his thick cockhead and set it firmly against my quivering asshole.

“You let me know if you want me to stop,” he said.

“You won’t hear the word come out of my mouth,” I assured him.

I didn’t know what it was about him, or us, or the chemistry between us, but we just seemed to fit together. It wasn’t an easy fit but his cock slipped inside me before I was ready for it, almost before I realized I was being stuffed like a sausage. It hurt like hell, yet the baseball-sized cockhead spread my asshole open with surprising ease. My sphincter locked tight around the gristled rim and my ass muscles kicked into gear, clenching and trying to pull him deeper.

“Wow!!” I gasped, my eyes popping open.

“Feels like you want it deeper,” Adam said in a husky tone.

“I want it was deep as you can plant it,” I said bravely, not at all sure where a cock his size was going to fit. But I remembered Jason, and he never had any trouble finding all the right places.

“You got ’er, stud,” he said, and with one long shove, he buried his cock to the hilt. At the end he pulled my butt apart to give me the advantage of every last bit of it.

“My Goddd!” I whispered. “I can’t believe anybody could be bigger than your dad!”

He suddenly froze and I realized what I had blurted out.

“What’d you say?” he asked.

I broke out in an instant sweat, fearful now that he would get really pissed.

“You got his genes, I was just wondering out loud what the hell your dad must look like,” I said, trying to cover my blunder.

“Naw, that’s not what you said. You said you couldn’t believe anybody could be bigger than my dad! Did you have sex with my dad? Did he fuck your ass?”

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered.

“Naw, it’s okay, I just wanta know,” he said. He didn’t sound mad; just very surprised, and now very curious.

“Yes,” I admitted, still rather meekly.  “We both had too much to drink and it just happened.”  I was suddenly and greatly relieved when he started fucking me again.

“Just happened? You said he bought drinks; he didn’t fuck you right there in the bar, did he?”

“No, we…. we ended up at a hotel,” I said.

“Well, he knew what he was after, then,” he said. He just kept fucking me but I was still too concerned to really appreciate the pleasure he was pumping into me.

“Well, fuck me. So the old man likes male tail,” he said, chuckling softly.

“I don’t know that for sure; it was probably just a fluke,” I said, coming to the man’s defense.

“Yeah, maybe. Like this is a fluke,” he said. “So, I’ve got him beat by how much?” he asked.

“Godd, Adam, I don’t know. It feels like you’re using a ball bat on me,” I said.

He laughed again, softly, as with great satisfaction, and continued fucking me.  When he didn’t say anything else about it I was more able to enjoy the outstanding job he was doing and we both were soon caught up in it.

“Ohh, Goddd, yeah,” I whispered.  “Fuck me, you big stallion… Geezusss, you’ve got a cock on you.”

“You like that, huh?” he said, twisting his hips around to corkscrew his cock into me.

“Oohhhh! Yessss!” I cried softly. “Like that! Skewer me.… fuck that ass, soldier.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you a new Marine pussy,” he said.

I didn’t like him calling me a pussy, especially a Marine pussy, but I wasn’t going to argue the point; not the way he was making me feel. I was clawing the other side of the mattress and the bed was rocking, tapping gently against the wall. I hoped nobody heard, and I tried to shove one shoulder against it as a buffer. Adam paused to pull the bed out a few inches.

“Hey, can you take it on your back?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Let’s get on the floor, off this bed and on solid ground,” he said as he slowly extracted his cock from my ass.

“Damn, I hope I close up,” I said, feeling the air wafting into my gaping hole.

“We’ll stop in time to let you tighten up before we take off,” he said.

We spread the other blanket off the bed onto the floor to make a decent pad and I stretched out on it, my legs raised high and wide.

“Take it easy at first, it goes in deeper this way,” I said.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he said with his handsome grin.

He positioned himself on his knees, aimed and buried his cock again, all the way in one sure thrust. He didn’t ram me, but his sheer size burst open new territory deeper inside my ass.

“Fuck!!!” I gasped, digging my hands into his thick shoulder muscles.

“Much deeper?” he asked as he bore his loins hard against my butt.

“I think you nailed me to the fuckin’ floor,” I said.

Without recounting every gasp and stroke; Adam fucked my brains out. Not just once, but twice. I gave him the best head I could muster in between fucks and he blew me a massive, delicious load to savor and take with me. He’d just shot off a half hour before, and he delivered nine--count ‘em, I did--nine more salvos of the thickest, tastiest cum I’d ever had in my mouth.

“Shit! Where’d all that come from?” I asked.

He laughed. “How does that compare to my dad?” he asked.

“Shit, stud, you set the standard. It’s so thick, it’s like pudding,” I said. “You must have a hell of a big seminal vein for it to shoot out.”

“Yeah, I’ve always been a heavy, hard shooter,” he said.

We got up on the bunk, snuggled in tight to make room and Adam was surprisingly cuddly, spooning his muscular body to the back of mine.

“Damn, Ranger, I like the way you’re put together,” I told him.

“Yeah, I sort of like the feel of your Marine body, too,” he said. We lay like that for a few minutes longer and he eased back from me. “Hey, turn over, face this way, let’s see how a Ranger feels against a Marine.”

I turned over and he pulled me tight against him; a solid connection from chest to toes.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he said, smashing and writhing his muscles against me.

“Damn good,” I agreed.

“We ain’t gonna last long, lying this way, though, are we?” he said, pressing his massive meat against my thigh. “Feel that?”

“It’s pretty hard not feeling it when you’re sleeping with a log,” I said.

“I’d like to fuck you again in a little bit if you’re up to it,” he said. “Man, I had no idea a guy’s ass could feel so great.”

“With your stamina, we’d better get started, or they’ll have that engine replaced before we’re done,” I said. “I can’t believe you’ve never fucked a guy’s ass before. With your looks, and the way you’re put together, you’ve surely had guys come on to you.”

“I have but I’ve always shied away from it. Can’t get that reputation,” he said.

“How come you didn’t shy away from it this time?”

“Right guy, right circumstances, I guess.”

We finished the last fuck barely in time to shower and get the smell of all-night sex washed off and for my ass to close up.  When we were getting dressed and Adam was stepping into his briefs to pull them on I reached out with my arm on his bicep.  He looked at me.

“Would you be willing to part with those?” I asked.

“My shorts? You want my shorts? I can tell you where to buy them.”

“Yes, but I would like to have that pair, something to remember this layover,” I said.

He laughed and stepped out of them. “Fuck, I guess so,” he said, handing them to me.

“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” he said as he dug around in his bag for another pair of shorts.

Our flight was finally rescheduled and we sat together in the waiting area, quietly recalling the incredible time we’d had together.  He was still raving about how great his first experience at man-sex was as he was getting on the plane. I gave him my home address and told him to look me up if he had a chance, then I boarded my plane and flew on to the world.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 rp