A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 21
Hunter and Roger

Come Thanksgiving, my mom wanted everybody home.  She got her wish but Hunter and Melanie told her they had already planned to come to visit me.  She seemed to be peeved at me. I told her we would all be there first but I told her I couldn't go back on my word.  In truth, I couldn't pass up such a golden opportunity.  I know, it was selfish of me. It was agreed that Hunter would take Angie home, and Roger would drive Melanie to my place.

It was unseasonably warm for Thanksgiving.  Warm enough that Hunter drove up with his windows down and wearing just his  T-shirt. 

“Where’s Angie?”

“I have to go pick her up later, like we’re going on a date.  She has to make arrangements for a girlfriend to cover for her.”

“Good, I'm not ready to face off with mom or your mother and dad on that issue if they found out," I said.

 I took him through the house and showed him his room and told him I would walk him around the place.   

"This is an awesome place to bring women," he said.

"That's an interesting observation," I said.

We wolfed down sandwiches and Hunter helped himself to a cold beer and set one out for me.

"That's not a habit with you I hope," I said.

"Naw, I can take it or leave it," he said.

"Unlike sex," I joked.

"Unlike sex," he agreed. "You got a girlfriend, Uncle Brad?" he asked.

"No one steady.  Nobody that I can introduce around."

"Oh… sneak ‘em in and sneak ‘em out," he said, laughing.

"Well, I haven't been in circulation very long, you know, I’m kind of out of practice," I said.

"Crap! You were a Marine. You never got out of circulation, or practice," he said.

"Okay, civilian circulation. The girls are a lot different back home.  And by the way, I’m only going to say this once… there is no such thing as a ‘were’ Marine.  Once a Marine, always a Marine."

"Yes, sir. I stand humbly corrected," he said. "You got a lot of that Vietnam pussy, I'll bet."

"My share, I guess, like anybody else," I lied.

“What’re they like?” he asked anxiously, obviously wanting to talk about sex, like any teenaged boy.    

“Small,” I said.

“And tight, huh?” he said with a leering grin.

‘Small in stature, but they can handle a horse. They love American GIs.”

“And you know that first hand, being the horse you are,” he joked.

He wouldn’t let it go of it; he wanted to talk about sex. He was old enough so I told him about some of my escapades with women in Vietnam. He loved hearing them. I wondered what he would think if I told him of more of my escapades with men.

Roger arrived after lunch, without my niece.

“Where’s my sister?” Hunter asked.

“She backed off.  Her mother was getting suspicious. She wants you to pick her up, try to placate your mom,” he said.

Moments later Angie called and Hunter went to pick her up and I was left alone with Roger. He was a big guy, a college running back and a wrestler.  It all showed in the way he was built. 

“Well, I was just about to take Hunter around the place, would you like to take the tour?” I asked.

“Sure. It looks like you’ve got a nice place here.”

We walked across the yard and back around the barn and headed back through the woods.  It was up and down hills till we went up to the highest point overlooking where the small creek snaked back through the property.

"Nice," Roger said.  "Is it deep enough to swim in?"

"Only in one spot.  Mostly just wading or just playing around in the water."

"I'll bet you come here a lot," he said.

"Yeah, it's a great place to wind down.”  Then I asked, “How long have you known my niece?”

“That question always has overtones,” he said with an easy smile.  “You’re really asking how well I know your niece.”

“No, just making conversation,” I said.

Roger stepped aside, not turning completely away from me and undid his shorts to take a piss.  I didn't make a point of looking but he didn't make a point of concealing anything and I was taken aback at what he hauled out of his shorts.

"Well, damn, dude!" I exclaimed, laughing.

He laughed.  "It gets the job done," he said nonchalantly.

"I'll bet it does."

Since he was so open about showing himself, I didn't feel awkward about watching him.  He finished pissing and milked his cock several times and shook it but he didn't put it away.

"You done looking?" he asked cockily.

"Yeah.  Geezusss, I'll bet you go over big in the locker room."

"Girls or boys locker room?" he joked. He still didn't put his cock away.

“Either one or both, probably. Shit, can you even get your hand around it?" I said.

"This way, I can," he said as he put his hand around it and squeezed his fingers to touch.  "I can barely touch my fingers when it's hard, though. The guys in the locker room call it a beer can cock." Then he knocked the wind out of me.  "Do you wanta see if you can get your hand around it?" he asked daringly. “Your hands are bigger than mine.” He held up one hand.

I didn't know where he was heading, if anywhere, but the way he said it, so bold, made me feel comfortable taking him up on his boyish dare. 

“Not much bigger,” I said as put my hand up to his to measure. My fingers were a little longer.

“Bet yours would reach,” he said. He put his hands on hips, looking down at his thick cock still hanging out of his fly.

I boldly reached out and wrapped my hand around the thick hunk of meat.  He jumped, but didn’t recoil.  He was already pretty solid and beginning to grow and I was barely able to touch my fingers around it. "Damn, Roger, how big does it get?"

"Pull on it a few times, you'll find out," he said jokingly.

I didn't pull very hard but I squeezed and milked it and gave it enough attention that it was responding without making me appear to be anything more than curious or taking him up on his dare. As his cock expanded and hardened, extending through my fist and spreading my fingers apart I knew I had to let go before all was lost. He was my niece’s boyfriend; I couldn't let it go past a boyish dare, something we were both too old for.  I let go and his cock hung way out and lolled up and down in a wide arch.  He still didn’t put it away and we stood watching as it got bigger with each pulsating throb.  Actually, Roger watched himself; I gaped.

"How big is it gonna get?" I asked again.

"I don't know for sure how big it is. Eight inches, maybe; it was getting close to eight the last time I measured it. I'll take these off so you can see it full length," he said. With that he undid his shorts and let them drop and shoved his shorts down, exposing his manhood fully.  It swung upward with a powerful throb and quivered, hard as rock, as if it were glad to be free.

"There it is, in all its glory, along with the balls to match," he said proudly.

I thought he shorted himself with the eight inches and the thing was thick as hell.  It was youthfully smooth, without the mature, gnarled look of thick veins. He was neatly cut, the broad, meaty head stood out proudly at the end, flared back almost menacingly, the hood swelling out with each throb that brought the big cock quivering up at a sharp angle.

"And Melanie can handle all of that?" I asked. He blinked, surprised, and laughing softly.“I’m her uncle, not her father, I don’t have to hide my head in the sand,” I said.

"If I take it slow and easy,” he replied. “Once I get her stretched to fit, she handles it okay.”

I almost reminded him that she was underage but it wouldn’t matter. I was practically drooling, wishing he hadn't shoved his shorts down.  His hiking shorts and his briefs were down around his ankles now, and he looked too naked.  From the side view I took in his high-set, rounded, tight, bubble butt.  I ached to touch the smooth, hard muscles. I wanted desperately to get in there between those twin mounds with my tongue. Dare, I kept telling myself over and over.  It couldn't go beyond a dare.  I could stand and look and be curious, but no more than that. But it turned out that Roger had other ideas in his handsome head.

"Wanta see if you can get your hand around it now?" he asked again as he twisted his hips back and forth, causing his cock to sway back and forth.

I nearly choked.  Was he just being bold and cocky or was he baiting me, or coming on to me? In the end it didn’t matter whether it was an invitation or a challenge, I couldn't resist his boyish manly charms. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock as far as it would reach.  Even when I squeezed, I couldn't touch my fingers around the hard shaft.

"Geezusss!" I gasped.

"Yeah, sometimes I don't believe it either," he said as he added his hand below mine around the long shaft.  "Look at that, both hands around it and we still don't even cover the head."

"Now you're bragging," I said.

"Looks like fact to me," he said cockily. He moved his hand back and forth on the shaft, taking my hand with it.  “Scared Melanie the first time she saw it.”

I wanted to hear that story but another time. I was weakening.  Literally, my legs were threatening to buckle under me and I would be on my knees in a moment if I wasn’t careful; on my knees where I longed to be, but where I didn't dare go.  I had already allowed things to go too far.  My niece’s boyfriend was standing in my woods, naked for all practical purposes, with a hardon that wouldn’t quit, and with both our hands wrapped around it.  It was not a proper scenario by any standards and there would be no plausible explanation if we were seen. Roger moved his fist up and down the shaft a couple more times, taking my own hand with it. My hand shouldn’t have been where it was because he removed his hand and I was left holding his cock all by myself.  I had to decide pretty damned quick whether to let go of his cock or play my hand. 

“I’m kinda glad things worked out the way they did, Hunter leaving to pick up Melanie,” he said hoarsely.

In those five or six seconds it took him to say it, his cock throbbed in my fist, rendering me helpless and I started moving my hand back and forth on his cock.

"That feels good, Uncle Brad," he said huskily. “Is it okay if I call you Uncle Brad?

“If you want to.”

"Somebody else's hand always feels better than your own,” he said.

“Have you had very many hands wrapped around your cock?" I asked.

"Sure, plenty of girls, but never another guy.  Ohhh, you can squeeze it harder if you want when you jack it."

His words reduced the situation to what it really was.  I was jacking him off, no two ways about it; because it was just my hand on his cock, and I was moving it back and forth.  Shit, my own niece’s boyfriend!  I continued to move my hand up and down the long shaft.

"Aww, yehhhhh, that feels good when you stretch the skin back like that," he moaned.  "You can squeeze my balls, too, if you want. They can take it rough. I damn near squeeze ‘em off when I jack off.”

It was great to hear him talk so openly about jacking off.  I let go of his cock and cupped his balls in my hand.  They overflowed my hand. "Damn, you've got balls like a young stallion," I said.

"Do ‘em both, my cock and my balls at the same time," he said.

I didn't know exactly when he had taken charge--probably from the beginning--but I did as he said.  I took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. I didn't know whether it was innocence or bold arrogance but he made no bones about letting me know what he wanted me to do to make it feel better. I wondered how far he would take it; if he would ask or tell me to suck him, and whether I would.  There was precum oozing out the wide slit, just a wink glistening in the bright sunlight, then more that started to run down the head. I wanted to lean down and lap it off but he flicked it with his fingertip and then surprisingly, licked his finger.

"Fuck, man, I don't know why I do that.  I just don't like to see it go to waste.  I wish I could take my cum when I jack off, but I don't like the taste of the real thing."

"Maybe it's an acquired taste.  Maybe you should practice," I joked.

"Precum doesn't taste so bad, though" he said.  "You ever taste your own cum when you were a kid?"

I laughed.  "Yeah.  Who hasn't?"

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"Actually, I didn't mind the taste all that much," I admitted.

“So you did it more than once,” he said.

“Yup, afraid I did.”

“I’ve done it lots of times, licked my precum off my fingers,” he said. He stood watching my hand on his cock thrusting his cock through my fist. "You wanta jack me off and taste mine?" he asked.

Oh, Fuck!  Where was he taking me? I wondered if he even knew himself or if he was just blundering through a situation not of his own making; racing with his own curiosity.  I hesitated and I think it shook him back to reality.

"Fuck, I was probably out of line with that," he said quickly.

"No, it’s okay," I said as I continued moving my fist up and down his cock.

“Take yours out, why don’t you,” he said. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He was pushing me over the line. I grabbed hold of some vestige of my common sense, and said, “Look, Roger, I don’t think we should be doing this.” But I didn’t let go of his cock.

He looked a little embarrassed, like I was scolding him.

“But you’re still doing it,” he pointed out.

Yeah I was still doing it, like my hand was glued to his big cock, and when I didn’t let go, he put his arm across my shoulder and held me in closer to him.

“Aww, yeah, Uncle Brad, that feels so good, don’t stop doing it,” he moaned as he thrust his cock through my fist. “Maybe we shouldn’t be doing it, but nobody’s gonna know. Just jack me off, please. You don’t have to taste my cum. Just make me shoot. Your hand feels a whole lot better than mine.  Anyway, who says we shouldn't be doing it?"

“You’re my niece’s boyfriend,” I said.

“So?  She’s not here.”     

He was begging me; how could I refuse him? I started jacking him, partly just holding my hand while he thrust his cock back and forth through my fist. He held me tighter against him.

“Awww, fuck, Uncle Brad, how come your hand feels so much better than mine?”

I started pumping my fist up and down on his cock, meeting his desperate thrusts, stretching the skin back tight like he liked.  He was breathing hard and his muscles were bulging and twitching, and we were both so into it I thought it was a good time to take things to the next level.

“Roger…..”  My voice was a hoarse whisper.  “Listen, we're already into it… I can do better than this, if you want me to,” I said huskily.

"Better than what?" he asked.

"Better than my hand." I wondered if he knew what I was getting at, from the bewildered look on his face; as if jacking off was the greatest thing anybody could do for him outside of fucking Melanie.  I was wrong; he knew.  Hell, yeah, he was in college.

“Melanie won’t give head,” he said huskily.

"I don't know if I can get my mouth around this big fucker," I said.

"Aww, try... please try," he begged.

I thought my jaws might lock but I leaned down and got my mouth around the baseball-sized head.

"Awwwhhhhhhhh!" he moaned aloud, tossing his head back in sheer pleasure.  "Ohh, fuck, that feels incredible!"

I massaged the head thoroughly with my tongue and the precum ball juice flowed freely. Godd, he tasted good.  I loved the tangy freshness.  The young guys are always so fresh.

"Ohh, Fuck, Uncle Brad…. Godd, I never dreamed it would feel like this."

I got the impression that he’d never had a blowjob; not by another guy at least. I went fully to my knees and began sucking him while I pulled on his balls. I pulled hard, with my fist wrapped around them, pulling them down in the sack.

"Ohhhh... OHhhhhhh!" he cried.

I eased up on his balls, thinking I was hurting him.

"No, go ahead, pull on `em," he said.  "Fuck, it feels good."

He stood with his hands on his hips, easing his cock in and out of my mouth.  I reached up under his shirt and flattened one hand over his rock-solid abs and on up to squeeze his pecs.  He put his hand over mine to hold it there. I let go of his balls and wrapped my other hand around his hard, round butt.  He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the ground.  Standing there like that, naked and so muscular and handsome, he was like a young forest god and I was the woodland slave doing him homage; worshipping his magnificent body.

There was no way I could take his cock down my throat when it was hard but I made a mental note that I would do it when he was still soft and then let it expand. But then I remembered Adam of the beer can cock and I knew I would handle this big jock if I tried hard enough.  And I longed to show him the joys of fucking another man.  I wanted to show him all kinds of joys.

"Awww… awww, you don't know how good that feels… the way you use your tongue like that... Geezussss, I can't believe anything could feel this good. Ohhh, suck it... suck it, Uncle Brad... you're gonna make me cum! You're going to get to taste my cum!  The real thick stuff!"

I didn't know if he was that close but I was alert for the signs.  He wasn't that close; he lasted for another ten minutes or so, although he moaned several times that I was going to make him go off.  The more I played with his butt the hotter he got and the more I had to have a lick at those muscular mounds.  In lustful desire, I got off his cock and turned him around.

"Oh, Man, w-what're you...  Ohhhh…. OHHH…. Awwhhhhhh!"

In those utterances I kissed his butt, then licked the crack of his ass, then pulled his butt muscles apart and tongued his hole.  He must have been already close because within seconds, he was losing it and I almost lost his precious load to the woodchucks.

"Awwhhh... Oh,Godd... Ohhh, Godd, Awwww, I’m gonna cum!  Don't stop doing that... I'm gonna come!" he practically screamed.

I gave his asshole a few more lashes with my tongue then turned him around, just in time to see his first spasm that sent a huge thick, long rope of cum sailing up in the air.  It looked like a white whip lashing through the air till it landed with a soft splat and draped down the side of a small sapling.  His second blast hit me in the face but I captured his cock in time for the third and everything that followed.  It was a lot.  He filled my mouth with hot, thick cum.  I slathered it around the head of his cock and the stuff kept coming. Shit, I thought I counted at least ten or eleven spurts.  Finally, his body was lurching and his legs were shaking and he was choking on his gasps.

"Oh, Fuck!" he gasped.  "Ohh, Fuck, you got it… you got it all, man... there's no more!"

By his tone he was begging me to stop.  I hung on for a minute or two longer then reluctantly pulled back off of the rubbery cock. I looked up at him as I swallowed his cum.

"Aww, you're swallowing....you're fuckin' eating it!  Fuck, that's hot!"

I leaned in and sucked his cock back into my mouth one more time to get the drippings that lingered in the meaty tube, then I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood up.  He helped me to my feet but we were both so shaky that we collapsed to our knees.

"Geezusss, I never had anything that felt so good," he said. "And you ate my load… Fuck, that's the hottest thing I ever saw."

"Part of your load," I said.  "The best part is hanging over there on that tree."

"I couldn't get turned around in time, and I couldn't hold it back... fuck, what you were doing to my ass... Godddd! I couldn’t believe you were doing that."

"Next time I'll take your load and hold it in my mouth then give it back to you," I said.

He frowned.  "I don't know if I wanta do that," he said.  "I don't know if I could.  It'd be like… kissing."

"Look at it as mouth-to-mouth," I said.

He laughed like hell at that.

We tumbled back and lay in the thick, cool grass till Roger was recuperated.

"This is gonna be a great Thanksgiving," he said.

"I didn't plan on cooking a turkey," I said.

"Here's your turkey," he said, grabbing his big cock and waving it around.  "And a couple of hot potatoes.  And even some nice warm, thick gravy you can work up.  Heck, I'm coming back for Christmas vacation, and every other chance I get."

“Are you talking with or without Melanie?” I asked.     

“Would it matter if I came by myself?”

"I don't want anyone to get suspicious," I said.

“Have you ever done anything like this with Hunter?” he asked.

“No.  I’m not going to go over that fence,” I said.

“Poor sucker, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“I can trust you not tell him about this,” I said.  “Or Melanie.”

“Trust me, you can trust me.  Hey, can we really do this again sometime?"  he asked.  “Doesn’t have to be an overnight, I could just be driving by sometime.”

"Sure. Anytime you like," I said.

Hunter arrived with the girls and Roger greeted Melanie with a warm kiss as if nothing had happened. While the grill was heating up I took the boys upstairs and pointed out their bedrooms. 

“The girls can share this one and you two guys can share the room next to mine.”  They gave me a dumb, ‘are-you-serious’ look then broke out laughing.  

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 rp