A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 23
Bill and Jeremy 

The war ended, with honor, of course, according to the politicians. To us who were there, it was a cowardly withdrawal, just short of defeat, and a disgrace to everyone who served in that Godforsaken piece of hell. There was no honor except for those who had no honor; the protestors and the peace-pricks. The day the “surrender” was announced--and that’s just what it was--I was so pissed I left work. I bought a six-pack from the first liquor store I came to and headed to Dunnsport to tell Jason. I was so mad by the time I reached his grave I was crying. Angrily, I popped a beer and guzzled it all down, crushed the can and threw it. I popped another one and dropped to my knees at his headstone.

“I told you the fuckers wouldn’t let us win it!” I said. I vented for quite a while and downed two more beers.  I opened the fifth and poured it on his grave and I left one on his marker, unopened. It was a bad day. And a worse night.  I went to the bar and got drunk.

Over time I grew comfortable with my life--happy in my skin--and the pain lessened except for those times when I brought it out, almost as if to be sure I could still feel it.

Sometimes when I went to see Jason I went into the town and walked around, placing myself back in time, pretending I was there with him as a teenager. How I wished that could’ve been. I walked the football field where he played and imagined hearing the crowds cheering him on.  I even drove around and found the gravel pit where he said he took his dates and I lingered there as I pictured him with some girl in the back seat of his car. Some of it--the memories and the imaginings--was painful. Part of it, I think, was that I was getting older and Jason was still young in my memories and he would always be young, and I was afraid of outgrowing him.

I stopped by one time on the way back from Thanksgiving with my family. It was a cold, blustery day, threatening winter, and I had on his athletic jacket. It was the first time I didn’t have a beer with me and I was feeling a little guilty about that. I had barely arrived at the cemetery when I saw two men in uniform walking toward me. I knew immediately it was Jason’s high school teammates, Bill Townsend and Jeremy Cole, as best I remembered their names; I hadn’t seen them for a very long time. They were big men, walking straight and tall and proud, like true warriors, and with good reason; they were wearing green berets. Fuckin’ Special Forces. They recognized me.

“Sergeant,” Bill said as they came up to me, his hand out.

I barely got a chance to shake his hand before he pulled me into a tight bear hug.

“Good to see you again, Sarge; it’s been a while,” Jeremy said as he hugged me too.

Godd, they felt good; like hugging a couple of boulders.

“Damn, Special Forces, and wings,” I said with a proud smile, tweaking the parachute medals they wore

“Couldn’t let him out-do us,” Jeremy said, nodding at Jason’s headstone.

“Looks like you held your own,” I said, eyeing the colorful ribbons on their chests.

They had enlisted together and stayed together through two tours in Vietnam, and they hated the peacetime Army. They were home for Thanksgiving.

“They trained us just to turn us out to pasture,” Bill said.

“Don’t worry, they’ll find you another war,” I said.

“Hey, Sarge, are you the one who leaves the beer on his headstone?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah. You guys found it?”

“Twice when we were here. We opened them and drank them.”

“I was hoping someone who would appreciate the gesture would find it. I didn’t want to think his asshole brother came and dumped it out.”

“Should’ve brought whiskey this time to keep warm,” I said.

“I know where there’s a liquor store. We can get served now,” Jeremy said.        

We remained at the grave, chatting small talk, shivering in the cold wind.

“Hey, Sarge, I wanta show you something,” Bill said as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He dug into a compartment and drew out a condom in a badly wrinkled wrapper. I could still read the brand name and Xtra-Large.

“Shit, you’ve still got it? I intended for you to use them,” I said, laughing.  “I hope you don’t plan on using it now. It’s gotta be so outdated.”

“I’ve still got mine, too,” Jeremy said.  “We almost put them to good use.  We came back to our class reunion and ended up with two of the cheerleaders,” Bill said.

“Out at the gravel pit,” Jeremy put in.

I laughed, remembering the time I’d driven out to a gravel pit.  “Jason told me about the gravel pit,” I said.  “And?  You went bareback?”

“Yeah, just didn’t have the heart to use them,” Bill said.

“What’re you saving ‘em for?” I asked.

“I don’t know, something special just never came along. Nothing special enough to use one of his condoms,” said Bill.

“I remember you had four condoms.  What’d you do with the two you kept?” Jeremy asked.      

“There were two girls from out of town at Jason’s funeral.  Hot babes.  They invited me for a drink at the hotel.  I started out in the bar, ended up in their room.  I don’t remember their names.”

“Son-of-a-bitch!” Jeremy swore, laughing as he high-fived Bill.  “He fucked Madeline and Courtney!”

“Yeah, that was their names. How did you know?” I said, then they both high-fived me.

“Those are the girls we took out to the gravel pit,” Bill said.  “Shit, I wish we’d known, we could’ve had group sex.”

“It was a last minute thing,” I said.  “In fact I was leaving town.  I took one last drive along the main drag and there was the hotel and I had their room number. Something made me pull over.”  I never told them it was a gangbang with four other Marines.

We stomped our feet and shivered against the cold.

“Damn, I’m ready to go get that whiskey, what do you say, guys?” Jeremy said.

“As much as I honor and respect Jason, I don’t wanta stand out here in this cold wind and drink it,” Bill said.

“Hell, he would laugh his ass off if we did,” I said.

“Yeah, we need a place where we can get stinkin’ drunk and sleep it off,” Jeremy said.

The two boys looked at each other and I could tell they were thinking something between them.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Jeremy said.

“The old trapper’s cabin?” said Bill.

“Yeah.”

“There’s an old trapper’s cabin way up in Cotter’s Woods,” Jeremy said to me. “It’d be a great place to pass the bottle and tell war stories. We can build a fire,” Jeremy said to me.

“You got me with the fire; let’s go,” I said.

They went to get the whiskey then picked me up at the grocery store parking lot were I left my car. It started snowing like hell. It was about twenty miles to Cotter’s Woods, good time spent talking and laughing and telling stories. More than that, I got to listen to their stories.  By that time the snow was piling up and it was still coming down in blizzard proportions.

“That fire is going to feel mighty good,” one of them said.

“So is the whiskey going down,” I said.

The cabin was small, designed for one man, two at the most, with a table and two chairs against the wall by the window. There was a small cast iron stove and an old iron bedstead.

“Shit! The son-of-a-bitch who used it last didn’t leave any firewood,” Bill said.

We all went outside and gathered armloads of wood and brought it in and Bill started a fire.  Jeremy said he was the boy scout.  Jeremy took the old, handmade quilt and comforter off the bed and shook them out, to scare out the varmints, he said. Then he broke open the bottle of whiskey. I took one of the chairs and Bill took the other; Jeremy laid back across the bed, his shoulders against the wall. Looking at his thighs bulging inside his pants, spread out like that started giving me ideas.

“This place has been here since way before we were born,” Bill said as he took a drink and passed the bottle to me.

“Yeah, my dad talks about coming here with his dad,” Jeremy put in.

“It’s in surprisingly good condition, and pretty air tight. It’s warming up in here already,” I remarked.

“Most people tend to take care of it. I remember some guys came up and put a new roof on it one time. And every once in a while somebody will take the quilts and stuff home and wash them. It’s sort of a community project. Except when some prick comes along and uses up the firewood and doesn’t replace it.  Probably some city shit.”

The cabin began to warm up and the bottle going around a couple of times warmed us more. 

“Hey, Sarge, are you still wearing his jockstrap?” Bill asked with a belly chuckle.

“I don’t have it on today. I’m wearing his camo briefs,” I lied. They were actually Adam Randall’s briefs that he’d given me at the airbase just before we flew out.

“You still miss him, I’ll bet,” Bill said.

“Every day,” I said. “You don’t ever get over losing your best friend. People don’t understand that.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy said, and the moment passed.  “Getting warm in here,” he said, and he started unbuttoning his jacket.

Bill removed his jacket as well and I shed my sheepskin, wondering for the first time if there was even a remote possibility. I shrugged off the thought as quickly as it came to me.  No way. Not with these two big Special Ops studs… but then I thought of Jason, and Adam Randall, and Adam’s dad. They didn’t get more studly than those guys. And I wasn’t exactly a swish myself.  Okay, maybe there was a remote possibility but the how wouldn’t come to me.  I tried not to dwell on it because it was so remote.  But I still did, thinking maybe if they got a little drunk.

I listened to their stories and enjoyed their laughter. It was good to be in the company of military men again. The whiskey made the rounds every now and then, warming us and loosening our tongues, but not making us drunk. Every once in a while one of us would stoke the fire. The cabin grew warmer and the guys took off their uniform shirts. Seeing them bulging in their T-shirts caused me to revisit and explore the possibilities. Would I dare? Was there a snowball’s chance that they would go for anything like that?  Thinking back, I could count on one hand the guys who had turned me down.  And I remembered the guys wanting to see Jason's jockstrap when it was on me; one of them feeling it with me in it.  I didn't remember which one did it but that wasn't something every guy would do, so maybe there was a possibility.

“Did you guys ever bring girls up here?” I asked.

They both shook their heads. 

“Nope, I never did,” Bill said.

“Me either,” said Jeremy.

“Why the fuck didn’t we?” Bill asked him.

“I don't know, I just always went to the gravel pit.”

“Or up to her bedroom,” Bill put in.

“Well, yeah, there was that one time,” Jeremy conceded as they both started laughing. Bill started telling the story.

“He went over to this girl’s house when her parents were away for the weekend, and they tumbled right into bed, thought they would have the house to themselves all weekend. He gets going real good and hears a car drive up.”

“It was her parents,” Jeremy filled in. “They came back early for some reason. Fuck, I thought I was had. And her dad was a cop.”

“What’d you do?” I asked.

“I crawled under her bed and hid till everybody went to bed.  Fuckin’ six hours I laid under there!”

I burst out laughing along with Bill.

“How’d you finally get out? I assume you escaped with your balls intact.”

“You’re not gonna believe the rest of the story,” Bill said.

“Well, her folks finally went to bed and Shelly came back into her room, said I couldn’t leave yet till her folks were asleep,” Jeremy went on. “I slid out from under the bed--I’m still naked--and she laid on her bed and reached down and started jacking me around.”

“You mean jacked you off?” I asked.

“Jacked me around,” he said. “Pulled on my dick, jacked it, played with it, jacked me around. I finally pulled her off her bed on top of me and we finished what we’d started.” 

“You fucked her with her parents in the house?”

“Hell, yeah, she had me so hot I wouldn’t have cared if her dad had walked in with his gun drawn. I got what I came for. We waited a little bit after I was done then she sneaked me downstairs and out the back door.”

We had a good laugh and passed the bottle around again. They wanted to hear some of my stories about Jason and me. The best one I had that I could tell was about the time he was in the hospital. I told them about his hands being bandaged and he couldn’t even take a piss by himself, and about the orderly having to give him a bucket to piss in because his cock was too big to fit in the urinal.

“Sounds like somebody else, I know,” Bill said with a sly grin.

I wondered what was behind his remark. 

“He was the horniest guy I knew, and he was hurting after a few days of total incapacitation,” I went on.  “I finally went downtown to a bar and hired a hooker and brought her back to the hospital. 

“They let you do that?”

“I cleared it with the orderly for a time when nobody would be making rounds or coming into his room.  I guarded the door while she climbed on. Mann, did that poor girl earn her money!”

“You guarded the door, inside or outside?” Bill asked.

“Inside.”

“You watched while he fucked her?” he exclaimed, laughing.

“Actually, I had my back turned with my toe against the door but he said I could turn around and watch.  Then he said I should come over and join in. So I propped a chair against the door and joined in.”

“Joined in, how? Shit, this is making me hot just hearing about it,” Jeremy said, rubbing his crotch lewdly.

“I worked on her clit while she rode him, and I sucked her tits.”

“Mann! What I wouldn’t give to be in a situation like that with you!”  Jeremy said to Bill.

I only told them part of the story, but they didn’t ask about the condom. We had another good laugh and passed the bottle again. I could see Jeremy’s crotch was swollen.

“Hey, Jeremy, do you remember Gordy Hill?” Bill asked with a sly grin.

Jeremy laughed and choked and spit his whiskey out. The both started telling it but Jeremy took over.

“There was this kid, new in country, fuck, I don’t think he was even eighteen. He was one wild fucker. Not very big, but he was built tough. Didn’t take shit off of anybody, and like Jason, he was the horniest bastard I ever saw. We were at some damned sleazy bar, the three of us--we’d never been there before--and he right away picked up a girl and said they were heading out. Yeah, he worked fast. He was cute as hell, young looking and the girls all went for that.  She was a looker, remember?” he said to Bill.

“Yeah, she sure was,” he agreed, laughing.

“Well, he’s gone about an hour and he comes back without the girl, acting sort of funny. We started asking him how things went but he wouldn’t talk about it. Another guy comes up to the bar and puts his arm around his shoulder and asks him how was his date, and where had he left her; why didn’t she come back with him. The way the guy was laughing, we knew something was up. Anyway, Gordy was pissed, told him to fuck off.  The guy said, ‘Well, look, next time, when you’re done with him, tell her I’m interested.”

I didn’t catch it at first till Bill started laughing.

“Wait a minute.… you said done with him…..” 

“Yeah, the babe was a him; a guy, dressed up like a woman. Damn, she was gorgeous, I’ll tell you.”

“You wanta hear the best part,” Bill said, taking over the story. “He fucked her…. him. Yeah, he said he wasn’t wasting a perfectly good pass; there was a nice smooth hole and he was horny so he fucked her….him, right in the ass.  He said it was better than pussy.”

“Yeah, I often wondered if he ever went back for more,” Jeremy said. 

I didn’t know what to say; I laughed with them so I wouldn’t have to say anything.  But the laughter died down, and I took another hard slug of whiskey while my mind ran amuck again with possibilities that lay before me.

“Did you guys ever go back to that bar?” I asked.

“No,” Bill said. “We talked about it, though,” he said rather thoughtfully with a sly look at Bill. “Couldn’t help wondering what it’d be like.  I mean, the way Gordy talked, it was one of the finest pieces of ass he ever had. He said he took the guy from behind, he was nice and smooth, like he shaved his ass, and it was just like fucking a woman, only better, as long as you didn’t reach down for a pussy.”

I had to wonder where they might be taking it; why they were telling me the story in such detail.  I wondered more where I might take it.

“Well, shit, look what you’ve done,” Jeremy complained as he brushed his hand over the front of his pants.

“Hell, don’t blame that on me, you can get that way looking at a knothole,” Bill said.

As surely as fate had delivered these two studs to me, as she had delivered Adam Randall to me at Tan Son Nhut Air Base in Vietnam, she cast her blessing on me once more.  Jeremy missed his mouth when he started to take another drink and poured whiskey all down the front of his pants.

“Fuck!” he swore, jumping to his feet. “Damn, now I’m gonna smell like a brewery.”

“A distillery,” Bill said. “They don’t brew whiskey.”

“What the hell ever.  Shit!”

“Take ‘em off,” Bill said.

“What?”

“Take the damned pants off. Take your wallet and money out of the pockets.”

“What’re you gonna do?” he said as he was undoing his belt. He unlaced and took off his boots then shed his pants and emptied the pockets and handed them to Bill.

Bill grabbed a bucket and went outside.  He came back in with the bucket full of snow. He took Jeremy’s pants and began rubbing snow on the spot from the inside and out.

“Snow is not going to take whiskey out,” Jeremy said.

“It’ll help if we apply it quickly enough,” Bill said and kept rubbing snow into the material till the pants were soaked through. Then he hung them on the back of a chair up close to the stove.

“Okay, how long is it going to take for them to dry out?” Jeremy growled.

“Does it matter? We don’t have anyplace we have to be.”

Through it all, I was taking the opportunity to check out Jeremy in his shorts and T-shirt.  Fuck, he had legs on him like tree trunks, nice and tanned, that contrasted with the white of his briefs. And the way he filled out those briefs!!  Suddenly it felt like somebody had turned up the temperature in the room. Damn, he was sexy. His shorts were bulging with his manhood, not tented, but filled to stretching with a hardon that was either still developing or going down, I couldn’t tell which.  Either way, I could see the outline of his big cockhead, the thick rim.  He sat back on the couch and picked up the bottle of whiskey.

“I’m gonna try this again,” he said, tilting the bottle to his mouth.  He took a long swig while he pressed his bulge down with his other hand.

“One of us should’ve had sense enough to think of bringing a woman along,” he said, pressing his bulge down harder, almost groping himself.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t know any women in this town,” I said.

Bill was removing his pants, too.

“Are you taking your pants off for a reason I should know about?” Jeremy joked.

“I don’t wanta spill whiskey on them like you did,” Bill said.

“Fuck, Billy, don’t bend over like that, with me in this condition; shit I wouldn’t even care if you didn’t shave your ass,” Jeremy said, pushing down on his bulge with his palm spread along the length of his cock.

Things were fast getting out of hand, at least in my fuzzy mind. I felt that all I needed to do was play my hand and they would fold. As it turned out, I didn’t have to.  Jeremy played his cards first.

Bill had been standing close to the stove where he had used his chair to hang Jeremy pants on. He walked over to take the bottle from Jeremy then sat down beside him on the bed. They passed the bottle back and forth and every time Jeremy took the bottle for a drink he would rub the front of his shorts, his legs splayed out wide. 

“You know, guys, nobody would know,” he said hoarsely as he passed the bottle to Bill with a mischievous grin.

“Know what?” Bill asked.

“If we took ‘em out and jacked ‘em off,” Jeremy said. “Even if we helped each other out.  You know….what happens in the cabin stays in the cabin.”

“Looks like you’re the only one who needs helping out,” Bill said, laughing. “So help yourself.”

“But it’s your fault, and yours,” he said to me, “you’re the ones telling all those stories that got me this way,” Jeremy said.

“Lets see, Sarge and I heard the same stories and we don’t have the problem you've got,” Bill pointed out.       

“Yeah, I do,” I said. I didn’t blurt it out, but it came out quicker than I’d intended.

“Yeah, so what the hell’s wrong with you?” Jeremy asked Bill.

They passed the bottle around again, this time to me; the amber liquid was getting close to the bottom. Then it was strangely quiet for a few minutes; eerily so.

“He’s right, you know,” I said quietly, looking at them both. The opportunity was at hand and I couldn’t let it pass.  “If you’re serious, that is…. nobody would know except us.” I added.

Quiet again.  We were indisputably all on the same track.

“Well?  Is anybody going to volunteer to go first?” Jeremy asked.

“Hey, it was your idea,” Bill was quick to point out.

“Hey, I’m not gay,” Jeremy said.

“And you think I am?” Bill retorted.

“Shit, guys, if jacking off made you gay there wouldn’t be a straight guy on the planet,” I said.

“What about helping each other out?  That’s a step beyond just jacking off,” Jeremy said.       “Fuck, I know you’re not gay. None of us are. It’s just…. it’d just be helping each other out. That don’t make anybody gay.”

“How come we have to help each other out? Why can’t we just help ourselves out? Like a circle jerk?” Bill said.

“That’s high school stuff,” Jeremy said. “Hell, even grade school.”

Another long pause.      

“Draw straws, maybe?” Jeremy suggested.

“Yeah, that’s real not grade school stuff,” Bill scoffed. 

“Are we talking about being mature or getting our rocks off,” Jeremy grumbled. “What do you say, Sarge; you’re not saying much.”  

“I was just thinking, I wouldn’t want to be in your outfit, under your command, if it takes you this long to make a decision. If it was something major, the war would be over,” I said. “But since you asked, here’s my take,” I went on, holding up the bottle. “Whiskey’s about gone and we’re about drunk. We have to make a decision before we get any drunker, or before we start sobering up.”

“Fuck, that’s deep, Sarge,” Bill said.

“Deep as shit, but it ain’t no decision,” Jeremy scoffed.

Bill and I both looked at him.  “You’re in charge, we’re waiting on you to make the decision,” Bill said.

“How’d I get in charge?” Jeremy asked.  

“Hell, I don’t think either one of you even know what you’re talking about, about helping each other out,” I said.

“Yeah, fuckhead, what are you even talking about, helping each other out?” Bill asked.

“I don’t know,” Jeremy said with a shrug. “A hand-job… maybe give a little head if anybody’s drunk enough, and brave enough,” he added, laughing.

“Hey, I’m not giving you a blow job,” Bill said.

“Not even if he gave you one?” I asked quickly.

Jeremy chuckled, staring at his buddy for an answer. The booze was having its proper and desired effect.

“He wouldn’t give me one,” Bill said. “Would you?” he asked him.

“No. Fuck, no, man, I ain’t giving anybody a blowjob,” Jeremy said.

“Well, welcome back to your own fists, guys,” I said with a shrug, rubbing my own crotch harder.

“Yeah, what the fuck, might as well take care of it myself,” Jeremy said as he shoved his hand down inside his briefs.  “Never gonna get any sleep if I don’t.”

“Welcome back to grade school,” Bill drawled.

“My hand probably feels better than your mouth anyway,” Jeremy said.

“Are you saying I don’t know how to give head?” he said, feigning indignation.

“Do you?”

“No.  Fuck, no I don't. How the fuck would I know how to give head?”

“I don’t know, natural talent maybe?” Jeremy asked.

I started laughing. “You guys are fuckin’ pitiful. You’re that far”---I held my fingers about an inch apart--“from coming together and you’re both too pussy to make the first move. Geezuss, you’re Army Rangers, it’s time to find your balls,” I said as I dug a quarter out of my pocket. I held it out on the tips of my fingers. “Here’s the deal, heads I do both of you, tails you both do me.”

They were both obviously taken aback by my bold challenge but I could tell by their faces and tight-lipped smiles as they looked at each other that they weren’t completely rejecting it.

“How about it?” Jeremy asked Bill, issuing his own challenge.

Bill shrugged.  “Fuck, I’m up for it if you are,” said bravely.

“What’re you up for? I wanta know exactly what the stakes are first,” Jeremy said.       

They both looked at me. “What’d you mean, about doing both of us, or us doing you? Doing what, exactly?” Bill asked.

Somehow I thought they might be skittish about taking it as far as giving head; like maybe that would be too much of a test of their masculinity.

“I don’t know, we could make it more interesting and do a coin toss just to decide the stakes,” I said.

They thought about it for a moment.

“Okay, that’s fair enough,” Jeremy said.

“Yeah, I’m game for that,” Bill declared bravely.

“Can I see the quarter?” Jeremy asked.

“You don’t trust a Marine?” I chided him.

“I don’t trust anybody when the stakes are this high,” he said.

“Here, you can toss the coin,” I said, handing it to him.

There was a long pause while he examined the quarter and hefted it in his palm several times, like he hadn’t made up his mind whether he was going to be part of it.

“You all are sure you wanta do this,” he said.

“Sounds like you’re wanting to chicken out,” Bill said.

“This ain’t poker, dude, where all you’ve got to lose is a month’s pay. A flip of the coin and you could be down on your knees giving him head,” Jeremy said.

“Or you could be giving me head,” Bill said.

I sensed that Jeremy had let himself get in over his head and he was trying to find a way out. I thought he wanted to do it, yet he didn’t want to take the chance of being the one on his knees with a cock in his mouth; at least not the first. Finally, Bill reached over and took the quarter out of his hand.

“What’d you say again?” he asked me.

“I don’t know, are we deciding what the stakes are going to with this toss?” I asked.

“No, the stakes are what you said; just say it again so we’re clear.”

“Heads I do both of you, tails you both do me,” I said.

“No, what’re the stakes?” he asked.

“Geezuss,” I said, grabbing he coin. “Heads, it’s a blowjob, tails it’s a hand job.”  I tossed the coin but Bill snatched it out of the air and slapped it on his wrist and peeked under his hand.  “Blowjob,” he said and handed the quarter to Jeremy.

“Wait a fuckin’ minute!” Jeremy exclaimed.  “How do we know it was heads? You’re the only one who saw it.”

“You flip it, then,” Bill said.

Jeremy flipped the coin but Bill snatched it out of the air again. He grabbed Jeremy’s hand and slapped the coin on his arm then raised his hand so Jeremy could see it. 

“Heads.  Blowjob,” Jeremy said.

“Okay, flip it again,” I said.

“What was the bet again?” Jeremy asked.

“Heads I do both of you, tails you both do me,” I said.

“Last chance to chicken out,” he said to Bill.

“We’re in too deep, just flip the fuckin’ quarter,” Bill said.

Jeremy flipped the quarter high, snatched it out of the air and slapped it on his wrist.

“Last chance to call it off,” he said, looking at Bill then me.

I thought Jeremy wanted to do just that but Bill reached over and lifted his hand from his wrist. They both looked at it, not noticing how breathlessly excited I was. I didn’t know what to read in their faces; they were sort of blanched and I thought they might have lost the coin toss and were facing the reality that they would have to deliver.

“Sarge….fuck, man, you lost,” Jeremy said. He was almost breathless, as if he were delivering some horrible news. He had no idea that I was about to leap with joy.

“Fuck!” I swore. “Well… somebody had to lose,” I said with a shrug, resigning myself to my terrible fate. “Could’ve just as easily been you guys.”

“You don’t have to do it, Sarge,” Bill said in a serious tone.

“You think I would let you guys off the hook if you lost?” I said cockily.

“No…. no, I don’t think you would, Sarge,” Jeremy said cockily, shoving his hand back down inside his shorts. I glanced up to see the leering grin on his handsome face, then looked back between his legs.  “Okay, Bud, you lost, and this ain’t grade school,” he said as he stood up. He took two steps to stand in front of me, his feet planted apart, his hips jutted out. He pulled his hand out of his shorts, leaving his big cock to fend for itself, throbbing steadily, and reaching out toward his hip. I just gazed at him. Some tiny part of me wanted to back out and maintain the macho image I had with these guys, but it was such a tiny part that it got crushed under the lust that charged my body.

“You’re not chickening out, are you, Sarge?” Jeremy asked.

“A Marine never goes back on his word,” I said.

“Sarge, you don’t have to do it,” Bill said. “Or we could do two out of three,” he suggested, rather meekly.     

“This ain’t fuckin’ grade school, no two out of three,” Jeremy said sternly.

“I’m just saying….he outranks us for chrissakes,” Bill said.

“You gonna pull rank on us, Sarge?” Jeremy asked. I didn’t answer. “Like you said about us, I wouldn’t want you in my outfit, Sarge, if you’re that slow on the uptake,” he said with a soft chuckle.

I laughed and placed my hand over the front of his shorts and he pushed his bulge against my palm.

“Fuck, I think he’s gonna do it,” Bill whispered in disbelief.

“Damn right he’s gonna do it; he’s a Marine, ain’t he? And a Marine is as good as his word,” Jeremy said.

I reached inside and got hold of his cock. He was big. Long and thick and meaty; close to eight inches, I guessed as I pulled it out and tucked the waistband of his shorts under his balls.

“Might as well just take ‘em off of me, Sarge,” he said as he shoved them down and stepped out of them.

“Yeah, get ‘em out of the way,” I said as I stroked his cock. There was ball juice already oozing out and I leaned in and licked it off as I pulled his shorts off and tossed them aside.

‘Fuck!” Bill gasped in disbelief

I kinda reared back and made a face. I licked his cockhead again and tentatively wrapped my lips around the head, making them believe it was the first time my lips had ever touched man meat. Finally I slid them down the shaft about three quarters of the way down.

“Fuck!” Bill gasped again, his eyes wide.

I started sucking his cock. I tried to act like a novice and be awkward, like I was doing it out of obligation, a sense of duty, but I didn’t know if I was fooling anybody. I slurped and gagged and sucked and slobbered all over his cock, trying to match his thrusts. Bill came off the couch and knelt down on his haunches beside us where he could watch up close. Jeremy put his hands around my head.

“See if you can take it all the way down,” he said.

He wasn’t asking; he was telling.  He held my head and shoved his cock against the back of my mouth, hard against the opening of my throat. I managed to relax and open up just in time and it slid right through.

“Fuck, he’s taking it!” Jeremy gasped as he buried his cock in my throat till his balls were smashed against my chin. “Shit, I don’t believe it!”

“I don’t believe he’s even doing it!” Bill exclaimed.

I reached out and groped Bill’s shorts. He lurched back in surprise then settled back on his haunches and let me feel him up.

“Stand up here and let him make a believer out of you,” Jeremy told him.

“Fuck, if he can take you that easy, he can sure as hell handle me,” Bill said as he stood up and shoved his shorts down. His cock sprung up like a steel spring, quivering violently toward his stomach. He wasn’t as big as his buddy, but damn, he was hard! And thick!

“Hey, nobody said this was easy,” I said, stroking Jeremy’s slick cock. “Fuck, man, you think that’s gonna be easy?” I said reaching out for his cock.

“He’s bigger than me,” Bill said.

“Yeah, unless we measure by beer can,” I said. “Fuck, my hand won’t even hardly fit around it.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty thick,” he conceded.

I twisted around and took Bill’s cock. He tasted and felt wonderful, a good seven inches, and easily as big as a beer can.  I had to work to get the head through my throat and work harder to get him buried all the way.  But I did it.  I wanted to make it good and maybe give them some ideas.

“Ohh, Goddd, I don’t believe anything can feel this great!” he gasped as he clasped his hands around my head to hold me in place and fuck my throat.

I alternated between their two cocks, changing from one to the other as they vied for the pleasure of my mouth.  I went the extra mile; I sucked their balls and buried my face way back between their thighs, toward their butts but they always seemed to stop me when I got close.

“Turn around, guys,” I told them finally.

They turned around, facing the bed.

“Bend over.”

Bill bent over but Jeremy stayed standing straight.

“Hey, getting fucked wasn’t part of the deal,” he said.

“I don’t wanta fuck it, I wanta eat it,” I said.  I was past the charade; I no longer cared if they figured out I was a seasoned cock sucker and knew what I was doing.

Still with a bewildered look on his face, he bent over beside his buddy. I moved in, tongue flicking.

“AAAwwhhhhhh!” Jeremy cried out, tossing his head back as I tongued his ass first. “Ohhh, Geezusss, you thought getting head was great. Wait till you feel this!”

I moved to Bill’s butt and his reaction was the same. Now their butts were vying for my tongue.  I reamed them good, and deep, pulling their assholes apart so I could get my tongue inside. As they became relaxed and their assholes began to open up I ventured inside with my finger. Jeremy glanced over his shoulder when he felt my finger penetrate his hole and he reached back for my wrist.

“Just let me do it, it’s not gonna hurt,” I said.  I pushed my finger deeper as he slowly released my wrist.

“Ohhh, fuck,” he gasped as I wriggled my finger around inside him.  Then, “OOOhhhh, Fuuucckkkk!” when I found his prostate.  “Damn, what’re you doing in there? What is that?”

“It’s your love nut, nobody ever discovered it before?” I said.

“Ohhh, fuck no….nobody’s ever been that close to my ass before. Hey, Bill, you gotta let him try this on you,” he said.

I was already moving to Bill’s butt and when he felt my finger he didn’t try to stop me. I worked my finger through his hole till he let out a tiny gasp, then a louder moan.  I worked my other finger back inside Jeremy’s ass and began finger-fucking them both.

“Shit, man, he could make me come doing this,” Jeremy said.

I had them turn around again, facing me and began sucking their cocks while I worked my fingers back up inside their asses.

“Ohh, My Godddd!” Bill cried out, tossing his head back.

“Ohh, yeah, this is way better than pussy,” Jeremy said.

After about twenty minutes of fingering and sucking, I figured they were ready for more and I stopped.

“You guys wanta raise the ante?” I asked as I pulled my fingers free.

“Raise it to what?” Jeremy asked.

I got the quarter and held it ready to toss in the air.

“Raise it to what?” Bill asked.

“Heads I fuck you guys, tails, you both fuck me.”

They looked suddenly sober, poker-faced.

“I don’t think so. Nobody’s gonna fuck my ass,” Bill said.

“Yeah, but what if we get to fuck him?” Jeremy said sounding a little excited.

“And what if he gets to fuck both of us?” Bill shot back.

“I don’t know, man, if it would be so bad,” Jeremy said with a nervous laugh. “His finger was feeling mighty good up there. “Might just be worth the risk.”

“Then why don’t one of you guys flip the coin,” Bill told hm. “Or better yet, just take turns with each other.  I don’t think I wanta take that risk.”

I looked up at Jeremy; he was still undecided, which was a good thing.  I was almost ready to say, to hell with it, they could both fuck me, but I didn’t want to turn my ass up too freely.  If Jeremy lost the toss, I didn’t know if he would make good on it, but I might let them off the hook. If I lost the toss, I could still hold onto my macho image; a Marine paying off a gambling debt. I pushed the issue; I flipped the coin up at him and he snatched it out of the air.

“Are you calling it off, or is this the coin toss?” he asked, hefting the quarter tightly in his hand.

“Your call either way,” I said. “Call it off, or show the coin.”

“What’d you call again?” he asked.

“Same as before. Heads I fuck you guys, tails, you both fuck me.” I decided to up the challenge, make the stakes high enough that it would be hard for them to turn down. “Hell, I’ll even throw in a double fuck if you win,” I added.

“What do you mean, a double fuck?” Jeremy asked.

“You both fuck me at the same time.”

“Both of us.…you mean both our cocks in your ass at the same time?” Bill asked, with renewed interest.

“Yeah.”     

“But wait, you’re not in on it,” Jeremy reminded him.

Bill thought about it for a moment.  “Maybe I am.  I’m feeling lucky.”

“Are you in or out?” Jeremy asked him, sounding impatient. When Bill didn’t answer quick enough, Jeremy said, “Yeah, you’re in, dude,” and tossed the coin.

“No!  Wait! Fuck, no, man I……”

But by that time Jeremy had snatched the coin out of the air, slapped it on his wrist and showed it.

“Tails. You lose again, Sarge."

“I mean….I’m in,” Bill finished quickly.

There was a moment of dead, uncomfortable silence, but neither of them said I didn’t have to go through with it this time.

“Shit, my luck ain’t worth fuck tonight,” I grumbled as I got up and walked over to the bed.

“Are you really gonna do it, Sarge?  Are you gonna let us fuck you?” Bill asked, still not saying I didn’t have to.

“If you don’t let me off the hook,” I said.

“He’s gonna let me fuck him, I won the Goddamned toss,” Jeremy said.

“Hey, I said I was in,” Bill said.

“Yeah, after the toss.  Okay, you’re in, but I get to fuck him first.”

“Hey, isn’t anybody going to say I don’t have to do it?” I asked.

“We could say it, but that would leave you a Marine going back on his word.  Are you gonna do that, Sarge?”

“You fuckers,” I growled.  I began lubing up with as much spit as I could bring up and laid back across the bed, pulling my knees to my chest with my butt tilted up right at the edge of the mattress.

Jeremy eyed my ass, stroking his cock. “Damn, that’s a smart looking ass,” he said huskily, his eyes sort of glazed over.     

“Use some spit on your cock,” I told him.

“Hey, come over here and give me some of your spit on my cock,” Jeremy told Bill.

“Spit on your own cock,” Bill growled. Then he said, “Hey, Sarge, I’m saying it….you don’t have to do this.  Giving head is one thing, but….”

I thought Bill seemed a little pissed that he wasn’t sure whether he was in or out and I could see by his face that he wanted awfully bad to be in.

“Shut the fuck up!” Jeremy said. “He’s a Marine, he’s not gonna go back on his word. Are you, Sarge?”  With that, he spit on his cock and hunkered down to take aim. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked as he planted the head of his cock against my hole.

“No,” I lied.

“It’s probably gonna hurt, your asshole looks awfully tight,” he said.

“Just shove it in and let’s get it over with so I can call this debt paid,” I said.

He didn’t argue. And Bill didn’t try to discourage him. Jeremy pushed, and pushed harder and suddenly the head of his cock popped through my hole.

“AAAwwhhh,” I moaned, rearing my head back in the mattress in a display of great pain.

“Fuck, that’s gotta be killing him,” Bill said. He had moved up closer so he could watch.

I cringed but asked no mercy. Jeremy shoved deeper and I breathed deeper. He pushed all the way in then, shoving the air out of my lungs in a loud swoosh.

“You’ve got it all,” he said.

“Fuckin’ tell me about it,” I growled.

He started fucking me. I didn’t have to fake the pain for the first couple of minutes; he was big and he hurt. But then with the pain subsided there was the problem of not acting like I enjoyed it too much.  I mean, what Marine in his right mind lets on that he enjoys being fucked to pay off a gambling loss to a couple of Army Rangers? But I couldn’t help it. Jeremy’s big cock ramming in and out of me took its toll and he soon had me riding the pleasure rail.

“Ohhh, Geezusss!” I gasped, unintentionally as he corkscrewed his cock into me.

“That good or bad?” he asked. “Maybe I’m hitting that spot that you touched inside me with your finger.”

I was glad he said it; giving me a legitimate excuse to admit that it was feeling good and I couldn’t help it.  “Yeah, you’re hitting it,” I gasped.  “Godd, are you hitting it.”

“Just let me know how you want it; how it feels best for you. Make it as easy on yourself as possible,” he said. Then he laughed. “Fuck, you don’t have to tell me. I can tell by looking at your face, how you like it.”

Jeremy fucked my eyeballs out. He could tell by my face and my groans just how to move and a dozen times he had me ready to go off. But he could tell that too, and each time he backed me off.

“Look, if Bill’s gonna fuck me, you gotta let him have his turn, before you make me go off,” I said.

Jeremy looked at Bill.  “Were you in on this?” he asked.

“Yeah, I told you I was in,” Bill said.

“Was that before or after you told me you weren’t?”

“Shit, man, just let me at him,” Bill said, stroking his thick cock.   
“I don’t think you were in, but okay, you can have a stab at him,” Jeremy said, pulling out to step back. “But don’t make him come. I wanta finish him off.”

Bill nearly pushed him out of the way to get at my ass. He set the head of his cock and shoved. He was thicker than his buddy and he stretched my ass even more, but I barely winced.  Jeremy gave him about ten minutes with me and then told him to move out so he could have a turn. They did this for over an hour, then while Jeremy was fucking me, Bill straddled my chest to feed me his cock.

“You getting close?” he asked Jeremy over his shoulder.

“I’ve been ready to come for an hour, working like hell to hold off,” Jeremy said.

“Me too.  Why don’t we just give it to him with both barrels, at both ends?” Bill said.

Bill shoved his cock in my mouth and Jeremy buried his cock in my ass and they took me from both ends. I was surprised to feel Jeremy’s big, rough hand wrap around my cock, and equally surprised to feel Bill reach behind for it, too.  I think they surprised each other. They compromised; Jeremy took hold of my balls and gave Bill my cock. They were an excellent team. They pulled it off with precision. Bill’s cock bolted in my mouth and exploded with copious amounts of thick semen that literally filled my mouth. The next instant I felt Jeremy’s cock exploding deep inside my ass, bathing my insides with his hot come. They worked together to bring me off as well, and seconds later I was spurting long, thick ropes of hot cum all over Bill’s back and shoulders.

“Fuck, that shit’s hot,” Bill exclaimed.

When they were drained, Jeremy helped Bill stand down off the bed. I saw my cum streaked all down his back and his shoulders and even on the back of his neck and head.

“Damn, he really got you,” Jeremy said.

“Yeah, the fucker comes like a horse,” Bill said.

Jeremy pulled his cock out and milked his cum onto my balls then pulled me to my feet.  “You okay, Sarge?” he asked.

“Ask me in the morning,” I said, stumbling to the chair.

Bill was at the stove, ready to stoke the fire.  “Hey, are we staying the night?” He asked. “Otherwise, we need to let the fire go out.”

“Stoke it,” Jeremy said.  “That okay with you, Sarge?”

“Yeah, I need the sack time,” I said.

We were all beat, and the whiskey, along with the sex, made us groggy.  I made it to the bed and stretched out. Jeremy came over and looked down at me, then over his shoulder at Bill, and then back at me.

“Climb in, we’ll make room,” I said.

He climbed over me to take the spot against the wall. Bill came over to the bed and Jeremy clasped his arm around my waist to pull me tighter against him to make more room for Bill.  He climbed in on the other side and laid an arm and leg over me to hang on.

“Fuckin’ Rangers and a Marine make strange bedfellows,” Jeremy said.

Without laboring the details, I got fucked three more times during the night, and took two more loads down my throat. Those guys were damn near insatiable with their newfound sex.

I woke up the next morning caked with dried cum. It was chilly but we were leaving so we didn’t build a fire. I thought back and wondered why we never got around to double fucking. Maybe another time.

It was quiet for the first few miles driving back. Finally, Jeremy spoke.

“Are you okay with this, Sarge? Cause nothing’s changed as far as we’re concerned. You lost a bet and paid off, that’s all.”

“No problem. I paid up, just like you guys would’ve if you’d lost,” I said. “Wouldn’t you?” I asked, punching Bill in the ribs.

“Yeah, I would’ve paid off,” Bill said.

“Damn right you would’ve; I would’ve seen to it,” Jeremy said. “Hell, truth be known, the way your finger was feeling in my ass, I was about ready to pay off and I didn’t even lose the bet.”

“Yeah, you really had me going, too,” Bill admitted.

“You fuckers. Now you tell me,” I said.    

“Maybe if we’d just had another bottle of whiskey,” Bill said.

“That’s a fact, Sarge,” Jeremy said. “If we’d just had another bottle of whiskey….fuck, I might’ve been gobbling cock myself.”

They dropped me off at the parking lot to get my car.  “Hey, guys, I told you where I live. Don’t be strangers,” I told them as we were shaking hands goodbye.  “And next time bring that extra bottle of whiskey.”

Roger defied his parents, and Melanie, and joined the Marines.  Melanie was perturbed at me because she thought I’d been an undue influence but she got over it, and she was sure proud when he came home on leave wearing his uniform. I happened to know that they spent a couple of nights in a motel room. He also spent a night with me, and I told him he was always welcome in my bed.

My life was on track. I managed to put the war as far behind me as possible, although it reared its ugly head from time to time.  I figured I would live with that for the rest of my life. When I visited Jason’s grave that brought it all back, but that was between him and me, and it was okay, because that’s what we had together. I hated it when anyone else mentioned it, though, even in passing.       

I made regular visits to the gay club baths when I was in the mood for an orgy, and I even befriended a young stud--Ricardo--who worked for me at the construction site. No, it wasn’t sexual harassment on my part, me being his supervisor and all.  He came on to me. He made it known that he liked older men.

Bill and Jeremy paid me a weekend visit and double fucked me into exhaustion. Adam Randall came home for his mother’s funeral and went way out of his way to come by for a visit.  Godd, he looked great. He re-opened my asshole for me. I asked him if he’d ever mentioned to his dad what I’d blurted out and he said no.

Ricardo’s come-on was gradual and subtle. I had seen the interest he took in his job and started taking him with me when I visited the other sites to help me trouble shoot. We were on our way to one of those sites when he started talking about his family, but mostly about his dad, how smart he was, and how well built and how handsome he was.  He said he missed him.  That’s when I learned that his family lived in Costa Rica. He missed his dad but he never mentioned any of his other family. I remarked that he and his father must have been very close.

“It sounds like you have a very close relationship, despite the distance, and you don’t see him often.”

“But not the kind of close relationship I would like.” Then he looked around at me--I was driving--and said, “I don’t mean anything sexual about my father, but… well, I like older men.”  Our eyes met and held, and I know he was looking at the surprise in mine. I was even more surprised--shocked actually--when he added, “You are as near like him as any man I’ve ever met, and I really miss him.”

Wow! I was blown away. What a come on! I never figured him for anything but stand-up super straight and I had refrained from entertaining all but the most passing thoughts about him. Now those thoughts weren’t so passing.  Ricardo was a knockout; over six feet tall, with dark, olive skin, snappy, dark eyes and a smile with perfect white teeth that must leave the girls dripping. And he was coming on to me.  I thought.  No, I was sure. His remarks could have been completely innocent except for those eyes when he looked at me the way he did, and the tone of his voice.

“Ricardo, this a bit of a shocker,” I said.

“I’m sure it is,” he said. “When you get over your shock, will you fire me?”

“No, absolutely not,” I said with a frown. “Your sexual orientation is none of my business, and it certainly doesn’t affect your work.”

“I would like to make it your business,” he said as he boldly reached over and put his hand on my thigh. “I know you’re straight, but that’s part of the attraction, on top of being older than me,” he said.

I reached down to remove his hand from my leg, but instead I left my hand over his. 

“I take that as a yes,” he said as he moved his hand up my thigh and curled his fingers into my crotch.

“You’re very bold, Ricardo,” I said.

“And you’re being very receptive,” he said. “I know you’ve heard of hero-worship, have you ever heard of muscle worship?” he asked.

“I’ve heard of it.”  Godd, how many times had I been the hero worshipper with Jason!

“I would like to worship your body, and have you use mine,” he said.  "Any way you like," he added.

I was ready to pull off onto a country road, but my good sense prevailed, for the time being.  “Ricardo, I don’t think this is a good idea; you work for me.”

“You said it hasn’t affected my work,” he reminded me.

“But…..”  Before I could speak, he moved his hand and faced forward.

“You’re the boss,” he said with a shrug.

“I didn’t mean….that,” I said.

“What did you mean, reminding me that I work for you?” he asked.

“I meant, it’s probably not a good idea,” I said.

“I understand, I respect your position,” he said.

I was suddenly pissed at myself. I’d just blown a chance with about the most gorgeous worker I had.  But I still had the ball. I had the choice of simply dropping it, or tossing it back to him.  I knew if I did that he would throw it right back and it would be a whole new ball game. We were at the site. I told him we would continue the conversation on the drive back home.

I finished our business in short order and we were on the way back.  He brought it up again after a few miles and I hadn’t said anything about it.  We’d been talking about the visit to the worksite and there was a lull in that conversation.

“We left off with you saying it’s not a good idea, and I said I respect your position,” he said by way of reviving the subject. “Before you say anything, there’s no way I would cause you any trouble, like sexual harassment. I respect you too much to do that, and besides, I’m the one harassing you.”

“You’re not harassing me,” I said, laughing. I had already decided that if there was another opening, I wouldn’t slam the door on it.  “All right,” I said.

“All right?” he asked excitedly.

“We can get together sometime and see what happens.”

“How about now?  Do you wanta come to my place?”

So we drove to his place.  I would’ve never invited Ricardo to my place.  I would have had he not been working for me, but I didn’t want to become that “friendly” with an employee. But I was okay with going to his place. It was a one-room efficiency with a large couch dividing the room into a bedroom/living room, and the kitchen and bath. I was a little surprised, because he made good money and could afford more, but he told me that he sent most of his pay home to his family in Costa Rica.

I thought we might have a beer and get more intimately acquainted but he didn’t waste any time. He told me to get comfortable as he started taking off his clothes. We hadn’t really talked about it--having sex--but we both knew why I was there.  He was down to his briefs and I took his lead and was taking my clothes off.  He stopped me.

“No, this is my show. I’m the worshipper.  I get to take your clothes off of you,” he said as he brushed my hands away and finished unbuttoning my shirt.  From that moment, he turned into a worshipful slave.  He really turned me on. He was so damned gorgeous, and when he shoved his shorts down to bring his cock out, I wanted to shove him onto his back and crawl between his legs and worship him.  But I knew that would ruin it for him.  I would let him have his time.

Ricardo gave good head, and the longer he sucked my cock and worshipped my body with his hands and eyes, the more he got into it.  At one point, he paused, breathing rather heavy, and whispered, “Ohh, Godd, I love your body.” And I wondered if I had become his father in his mind.  It wasn’t my problem.

When I shot off he let my cum run out of his mouth and down the shaft of my cock, and onto his own cock and used it for lube. When he had drained me, he lapped up the cum from my cock and swallowed it.  Then he rested back on his haunches and just looked at me.

“That was awesome,” he said.

“Yes, it was,” I said.  I cupped my hands under his arms and pulled him to his feet. “But next time, I think it should be more mutual.”

He gaped at me, totally surprised. “You…. no, y-you’re not…. you want to reciprocate with me?”

“If it wouldn’t ruin it for you,” I said.     

“No! No, absolutely not!” he said, excitedly. “Oh, Godd, I wouldn’t have imagined….I mean, you are the ultimate stud.”

I laughed at his excitement. “You’re pretty damned studly yourself, Ricardo.”

“Then, we’re a go,” he said excitedly. “But you’ll still be my object of worship,” he added quickly.

I was a regular visitor to Ricardo’s place after that, till he went back to Costa Rica.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/20/15 rp