A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 27
Adam Randall’s Visit 

I didn’t recognize the guy at first when he got out of the cab but if I didn’t know him, I certainly wanted to.  He was about my size, maybe a little bigger, wearing the uniform of an Army Ranger.  It was impressive as hell the way he filled out the uniform. 

“Is your name Courter?” he asked, standing beside the cab with the door open.

I got up and walked to the steps. “Yeah. Brad Courter,” I said.

He dug some money out of his pocket and leaned down to say something to the cabbie and pay him and the cab backed up to turn around.

He looked familiar but I couldn’t place him as he walked up to the porch.  I could almost imagine that the earth shook as his boots hit the ground with such force and determination, his massive thighs bulging against his pants legs. I stood, I know, with a bewildered look on my face.

“You don’t remember me,” he said.

“Yes, and no,” I said.  “You look familiar but I can’t put a name to the face.”

“Randall. Adam Randall.”

The name rang a bell. 

“I think you knew my dad first,” he said with a sly grin. “You and I got acquainted by accident at Tan Son Nhut Air Base. We had to spend the night together in some tiny room when our plane was delayed. Wasn’t even room for both of us on the bed, as I recall.”

“Well, son of a bitch,” I swore as it came back to me in a flash.

He broke out laughing as he put out his hand. “Now you remember.”

“Shit, do I ever!” I said as I pulled him up on the porch. “Son of a bitch, how’ve you been? I see you’re still racking up rank and collecting medals.”

“Trying to get enough rank to make it worth my while to get out,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind that I sent the cab away. It must look like I’m barging in.”

“Not at all. How did you find me?”

“Well, if you recall, you gave me an address, and I tracked you down from that,” he said.

“Have a seat, let me get you a beer,” I said as I rushed inside to get us two beers. I was so excited my hands were shaking as I recalled that night at Tan Son Nhut.

“Am I intruding on anything or anyone?” he asked, looking around when I came back out on the porch.

“No, there’s just me,” I said “Are you getting out, are you on leave….what?” I asked, handing him his beer.

“Between duty stations,” he said. “I’m heading to Fort Campbell as a trainer.  Gotta keep the line moving, with new young blood coming in.”

“Well, if anybody can do it, I’m guessing you’re the man,” I said.

“Do you live here by yourself, or are you married now?” he asked.

“Not married. Never found the right woman who understood me,” I joked.

“As I recall, it would take a very special woman to understand you,” he said.

“I see you got married,” I said, noticing the ring on his thick finger.

“I was lucky enough to find a woman who understands what the Army is all about.  The rest she doesn’t need to know about.  Her dad is a bird colonel. She grew up with the Army.”

“Does she move around with you?” I asked.

“No, she stays in one place, in a little town in Iowa.  That’s where I want her.  I like knowing she’s there anytime I’m able to go home.”

“No kids?”

“No kids,” he said, but didn’t explain further. He was looking out toward the barn and the woods.  “You’ve got a nice place here.”

“Do you want to have a look around?” I asked.

“Sure, I would like that.”

I shoved up off the porch railing.  “Your uniform…. I’d hate to see it get messed up, in the barn or in the woods,” I said. “We’re about the same size; I’ve got some old clothes you could change into.”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” he said.

I took him upstairs to my room where I laid out a pair of jeans and a gray T-shirt.  “I’ve got some old work boots downstairs so you don’t scuff your boots,” I said.  He paused to look in Jase’s room then gave me a curious look.

“I have a boy coming to live with me,” I said by way of explanation for the room that was obviously that of a teenager. 

“No, I was noticing all the stuff on the bed,” he said.

“Oh.  I unpacked my buddy’s duffle bag after all these years.  I left everything out till I decided what to do with it.”

“I can tell you what you’re going to do with it; pack it all back up and keep it till the next time you unpack it.”

“You’re probably right,” I said.

“You said you’ve got a boy coming to live with you.”

“He’s the son of my buddy who was killed over there.  I hope to be going over to get him one of these days soon. You know how they feel about American blood over there.”

“That’s noble of you,” he said.

“No, just something I have to do,” I said. I left him to change. I thought I could’ve hung around but I didn’t want to seem eager. He was married now, and I had to respect that.

He came down looking as hot as I remembered him from that tiny room at Tan Son Nhut Air Base.  Fuck, he was hot!  Still hard-muscled and so rugged looking, he was practically bulging out of the T-shirt.  I wasn’t going to press the issue but if he gave me the slightest hint, I was going to be all over him. We went outside and walked back toward the woods. I showed him around the barn first, then we walked to the creek.

“Good for swimming?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. in certain spots. There’s a footbridge down there a ways,” I said.

He was quiet as we walked through the thick woods.  “This had to have been the ideal place to be when you came back,” he said.

“I wasn’t looking for it. It just sort of fell in my lap,” I said. I laughed softly.  “I think it’s what kept me out of the VA,” I added.

“I’ve had people ask me if I still think about Vietnam,” he said thoughtfully.    

The sound of the word, spoken in his deep, authoritative voice sent a chill down my spine. It was as if the name took on a new meaning, spoken by someone else who had been there.

“I almost laugh in their faces,” he went on. 

“Yeah, how do you stop thinking about it?” I said. “I still wake up with it, and go to bed with it. I don’t think of it as consciously as I used to, but it’s still there.”

“Do you ever have anybody ask you that?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“What do you tell them?” he asked.                     

“I tell ‘em, Yeah, I think about it. I can't quit thinking about it. I never will. But, I've learned to live with it. I’ve grown comfortable with the memories; even the bad ones.  I've learned to stop trying to forget and learned instead to embrace it. I don’t know… I guess it just doesn't scare me anymore."

He laughed softly.  “One time I had a guy ask me when I was there.  You know what I said?  Last night. Just last night. I don’t think he ever figured it out, but that’s how it feels, like I was there just last night.” He went on.  “My sister says I'm not the same brother who went to Vietnam.  My wife says I won't let people get close to me, not even her. They’re probably both right.  I didn’t make a lot of friends over there.  Not real friends. Did you?” He leaned back against a sycamore tree.

“No.  One, actually, and he got killed. I never got close to anybody after that,” I said.

“Yeah, it was risky, making friends,” he said. “We were in the business of death. Death was with us all the time. And not the death of, "If I die before I wake." This was the real thing. The kind where boys scream for their mothers while taking their last breath. The kind of death that lingers in your mind and becomes more real each time you cheat it. It wasn’t smart to make a lot of friends when the possibility of dying was that real, that close. If you did, they just became a liability.”

“I felt it first hand when my guy died,” I said.  “He was the best friend I ever had. Still is, even though he’s gone.”

“I got friendly with this one guy… don’t even remember his name now,” Adam said.  “He’d been in country about as long as me.  Sort of a hick, but he knew it and he was okay with being a hick.  He had sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes, I remember.”  He chortled to himself. “Tell me, how the fuck do you remember the color of a guy’s eyes and not even remember his name? I guess you do when you’re looking into his eyes when he gets it. And that’s what happened. We'd been talking, only a few minutes  before, about what we were going to do when we got back to the world when suddenly he got hit. Shit, I’m talking to the guy and suddenly he’s not there anymore and I’ve got this blood and his brains all over me.” He paused, shaking his head with determination. “I never got close to anybody after that either,” he declared.  “I screwed up that one time. I broke one of the unwritten rules of war; don’t get close to people who are going to die. I got too close to him. But hell, I didn't know any better.”

He had slid down to his haunches, leaning back against the tree and the silent pause dictated that it was my turn to talk. I had been standing on one leg with my other boot cocked back against a tree.  I squatted down on my haunches.

“Ever notice how vets use the term "buddy" when they refer to a guy they spent the war with? Me and this buddy of mine. I think it’s because friend even sounds too close…. too intimate. Friend conjures up images of being close. If he's a friend, then you are going to be hurt if he dies, and war hurts enough without adding to the pain. If you get close, you get hurt.”

“You called that guy your best friend,” he said.

“He was that, and more. He was more than a buddy.  And it killed me when he died.  Part of me died with him.  We should’ve kept it as buddies, or friends, whatever, it wouldn’t have been any easier.”

“It still hurts, even when buddies die,” Adam said. “I can still see a lot of the faces, although, it’s odd, they all seem to have the same eyes now. When I think of them….us….I always see a line of dirty grunts sitting on a paddy dike. We're sitting there, caught in the first gray sliver between darkness and light. It’s that first moment when we know we've survived another night, and the business of staying alive for one more day is about to begin. There was so much hope in that brief space of time. It's what we used to pray for. One more day, God.  Just one more day.  I wonder if we believed God was even listening. I don’t remember if I believed it or not.”

“I prayed hard a couple of times myself,” I said. 

“And?”

“It didn’t do any good,” I said. “I haven’t prayed much since then. If you really need it and it doesn't work, then what's the sense of it?”

“I can still hear their voices, our conversations, as if the words just came out of their mouths. I still hear the way we sounded, the hard cynical jokes, our morbid sense of humor. God, we were sick at times.  We were fuckin’ scared to death of dying, and trying our best not to show it. Hell, even now, some mornings when I get up and go outside, I can still smell it. Like the way cordite hangs on the air after a firefight. Or the pungent odor of rice-paddy mud. That fuckin’ mud was so different from the black dirt back home. The mud of Nam smelled ancient, somehow. Like it's always been there.”  He paused again. “And I'll never forget the way blood smells, sticky and drying on my hands. I spent a long night that way once, holding a buddy while the blood and the life drained out of him, his blood all over me, and it didn’t fuckin’ matter. I kept holding him long after he was dead.  I couldn’t let him go. I didn’t want him to think he was dying alone in that Godforsaken place.  That memory’s sure not going anywhere. You know what? I didn’t change clothes for I don’t know how long. I wore that guy’s blood as a badge of honor.”

“I just unpacked my buddy’s duffle bag the other day,” I said. “His brother brought it to me, and it’d never been opened. Everything in it still smelled like Vietnam.” I laughed softly.  “It was a good smell. I liked it.  I missed it.”

“I can still remember once looking at the man next to me as a flare floated overhead,” Adam went on.  “The shadows around his eyes were so deep that it looked like his eyes were gone. I reached over and touched him on the arm; and without even looking at me he touched my hand. ‘I know man. I know.’ That's what he said. It was a human moment.  I mean, for that moment, we were actually human again, not just numbers on a Goddamned army roster. Two guys a long way from home and scared shitless. ‘I know man.’ And at that moment he did know.  God I loved those guys. I said I never got close to anybody, and I didn’t. But I loved them, and I hurt every time one of them died. We all did. Despite our posturing, despite trying to stay disconnected, we couldn't help ourselves. It's love. Love for those guys we shared the experience with. And fuck, it’s still there,” he said, pounding his chest with his fist.

“I understand, but I can only relate to a point,” I said. “I wasn’t out there in the thick of it so much, like you were, and my buddy.  I was in Intel. I was stationed in Saigon and pretty much stayed in the city.”

“But we all did our jobs like good soldiers,” he said.

“Oh, I was good at my job,” I said, without bragging.  “My buddy was a Navy SEAL. A sniper.”

“Then he would know all too well what I’m talking about.  You do, too, only maybe not first hand.  I think we all tried our best not to become as hard as our surroundings. We touched each other and said, ‘I know.’ Like a mother holding a child in the middle of a nightmare.  I think we tried not to lose touch with our humanity, what there was left of it. We tried to walk that line. To be the good boys our parents had raised and not to give into that unnamed thing we knew was inside us all. And when we went home we couldn’t tell our parents what the good boys they’d raised had done.”

I never got the impression he’d come to talk but we had connected enough that he felt he could; talk, with somebody he knew would understand. Maybe he was stalling going home, because there would be no understanding there. Maybe he needed to get it out first, because he still couldn’t tell the people back home what their good boys had done.  He stopped talking and pulled a limb off a sapling and took his knife out of his pocket. I didn’t realize he’d brought a knife along and I must have looked at it funny.

“I’m never without it,” he said, holding the knife up. He opened it up and began peeling the thin bark off the limb and he talked some more.

“You want to know what’s really frightening? It's a nineteen-year-old-boy who's had a sip of that power over life and death that war gives you. It's a boy who, despite all the things he's been taught, knows deep down that he likes it. It's a nineteen-year-old who's just lost a friend, and is angry and scared and determined that, ‘Some fuckin’ son-of-a-bitch is gonna pay.’ To this day, the thought of that boy still inside me can wake me from a sound sleep and leave me staring at the ceiling in a cold sweat. If my Mom only knew what I turned into. My wife does, in a way. She doesn’t understand it, but she knows.”

He stood up and I stood with him and we walked and he went on.

“I still have this picture in front of me, of young men, old beyond their years and they’ll never get those years back.  They’ve got tablets on their laps. Writing tablets.  They're writing letters, staying in touch with places they would rather be. Places and people they hope to see again. Mostly, they stare at the paper or they stare off into space, not writing a damn thing. They’re trying to figure out what to say, because the language is different now. They don’t speak the same language as the folks back home.”

We had circled back and come to the creek. Adam sat down on a large, smooth rock about three yards from the creek. I stood with one boot set on the boulder, close to his thigh.

“You wanta hear something weird?” he said. “There’s a picture of two of those guys tucked in the frame that holds a picture of my wife, sitting on our dresser. She doesn't mind. She knows she's been included in special company. She knows I'll always love those guys who shared that part of my life, a part she never can. And she understands how I feel about the ones I know are out there yet. That’s how come when somebody asks, ‘When were you in Vietnam?’  I answer,  ‘Hey, man, I was there just last night.’" He laughed, like he’d made a joke. And it was, in a way. He placed his big hands on his knees, gazing into the creek.

“I never saw any water this clear in Nam,” he said.  “It was always fuckin’ muddy, brown.”

“That’s because it was always raining,” I said.

He sat for a moment longer then stood and we headed toward the footbridge. 

“I appreciate this,” he said.

“It’s just a woods and a creek,” I said.

“No, your time.  The time to talk, and listen. You don’t find guys anymore who want to talk about it, or listen.”

“I know.”

He laughed and squeezed my shoulder. “See?  It’s just like I said, that’s what we do….we say, ‘I know.’  And that says all that needs to be said between guys who were there.” We crossed the bridge and walked toward the house. “I need to call my cab,” he said.

“You’re not leaving,” I said flatly. “Not unless you’re on a tight schedule.”

“Not tight.  I’ve got three days to report in.”

“Then you can spare one of those days here,” I said. 

“All right, thanks for the invite, I would like that. But I don’t have my bag. I left it in a locker at the bus station.”

“I’ve got everything you need here,” I said.

Back at the house, when I started getting stuff out to make supper, Adam insisted on making the hamburgers. It was good to have him in the kitchen. We hadn’t served together, but we were still buddies under the skin because we had served in the same hellish place. We downed two more beers apiece while we talked and ate. I asked him about his dad.

“He’s retired from the Army, but not from life. He’s alone now, but he’s still enjoying life. He runs a guide service up in the wilderness in Alaska. He’s told me some pretty good stories about that.” He paused to laugh. “Actually, I think what he’s got is his own escort service. I think he fucks about half of his clients, male and female alike.”

“He talks to you about that stuff, then. That’s great.”

“Yeah, we sorta figured each other out,” Adam said with a grin.

“That’s not to say….,” I began.

“No, there’s nothing like that between us,” he said. “But we both know about each other. And you, by the way," he added. "That came out in a conversation with too much beer one time when I went up to see him.”

“And just how did it come out?” I asked with a curious grin.

“We got to talking about shit and he told me about this young stud he met at Toby’s and I ‘fessed up and told him about this young stud I met up with at Tan Son Nhut and we got to comparing notes.” He stopped to laugh again. “He told me about one time when he took this married couple out on one of the wilderness weekends and ended up fucking them both together. And another time--this is really wild--he took two young married couples out. They were swingers, sharing the same tent, and they invited him to share their tent with them. He spent the whole night fucking all four of them.”

“Well, if anybody could hold up under that, your dad could,” I said. I was getting horny as hell listening to him talk, and I wondered if he was.  I wondered about the sleeping arrangements; what I might suggest that he would go along with.

When we were finished eating we went out on the porch with another beer. “I think I’m getting a buzz,” he said. “I’m gonna sleep good.”

“We can go up anytime you’re ready,” I said.

He kept looking off to the side, toward the woods, and I wondered if he wanted to go back there. He seemed to like it when I took him there earlier and he opened up like I’d never heard anybody open since I’d gotten out.

“You got sleeping bags?” he asked with a tight smile.

“Yes. Do you wanta sleep out?” I asked.

“I haven’t been camping since I joined the Army. Too damned much like being out in that goddamned jungle.”  He looked back towards the woods. “But that is a beautiful, peaceful place back there. Yeah, I would like to sleep out if it’s okay. You wouldn’t have to; I would be happy out there by myself.”

“No, it’s a great idea. I’ll get the sleeping bags,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound too eager. “But maybe you would rather sleep out alone,” I said.

“No, it’ll be great, grab two sleeping bags,” he said.

I went upstairs to get the sleeping bags and a flashlight.  On the way out I grabbed two more beers. I wanted Adam to get a real buzz on. Adam seemed like a happy kid as we walked past the barn back to the woods.  The moon was coming out early and bright but in the trees its light was blocked.  We went over the footbridge to a place at the foot of the knoll where the grass was thick and laid over. We unrolled the sleeping bags and started taking off our clothes.

“Should’ve thought to bring towels, we could go swimming,” he said.

“I keep a supply of towels in a cabinet in the barn,” I said.  “But the creek is going to be cold at night.”

He laughed. “And I wouldn’t be used to swimming or wading through a cold river?” he scoffed.

 “Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to,” I said jokingly as I left to get the towels.

When I came back with the towels Adam was down to a military-type, camouflage print jockstrap with a black waistband. He was bulging out of it.

“Nice jock.  Is that regulation now?” I asked.

“Not issue,” he said. “But you can buy ‘em at the PX now. A lot of guys wear ‘em, they say for their girlfriends, but a lot of them are appearing in the barracks where there are no girlfriends around. They’re real comfortable, unlike ordinary jockstraps.”

“On guys that can fill ‘em out,” I joked.

“Actually, they’re made to make just about anybody look like they fill ‘em out,” he said.

“Which is probably why so many guys wear ‘em,” I said.

“Which is dumb when you think about it.  We see each other in the shower all the time, so everybody knows what everybody else has got.”

“Well, it makes you look damned impressive,” I said. “Of course, as I remember, you were damned impressive.”

“Want me to jog your memory?” he asked, with a laugh as he peeled it down.  When he straightened and tossed the jock aside, I let out an involuntary whistle.

“Yes. My memory serves me well,” I said.  It served me as well as I watched him walk down to the edge of the creek, his big, round, solid butt flexing sexily with each step. He bent forward and eased into the water without making a sound. I followed him in.

We swam and horsed around like a couple of teenagers, but the water was cold and we got out after twenty minutes or so. I grabbed up a towel and tossed it to Adam and watched him dry his magnificent body.

“Do you remember that night we spent at Tan Son Nhut?” he asked.

“How could I forget it, you practically destroyed my ass,” I said.

He laughed, his stomach muscles rippling. “Yeah, as I recall, I did pretty much pulverize it. But I don’t remember you complaining.  And you recovered I guess,” he said.

“Oh, yeah,” I said.

“Enough that you’d consider sharing a sleeping bag?”

I wasn’t surprised at his boldness, and I didn’t think it was the beer.  It was us, and our surroundings. We were two naked soldiers in the woods, remembering hornier times.

“We can spread one out to sleep on and cover up with the other one,” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement now.

The night air was chilly after coming out of the creek and it felt good to crawl between the sleeping bags, but our body heat soon made it warm enough to toss off the top one.  I decided to get bold and go for it.  I laid my hand on Adam’s hairy chest.  His pecs were like solid rock. Lower, his stomach was just as hard and hairy.

“Damn, you certainly stay in shape,” I said.

“I noticed you manage pretty well yourself,” he said.

I brought my hand back up to his chest, caressing back and forth, bringing his nipples to tautness.  I leaned up and sucked one.

“Oohhh,” he moaned softly.

“You have awesome tits,” I said.

“That feels good,” he said.

I kissed across his chest, into his armpit and licked all over his bicep. I loved the smell and taste of him. His deodorant had all but washed off from swimming, making his fresh natural-man taste more dominant. My hand kept busy on his stomach till I felt his cock swing up from his hip to touch and greet my hand. I made a fist around it.

“Aaawww,” he groaned, thrusting his thick meat through my fist.

“Ahh, I remember this,” I said, as I fisted his cock. He was so thick my fingers couldn’t touch and my asshole twitched with its own remembrance.

“Your hand feels awful familiar, too,” he said.

“I’m glad you dropped by,” I said.

“Yeah, me too.  I’m getting gladder all the time,” he said.

I leaned down and kissed his chest again, and nibbled and sucked his tit. I was working my way down his abs when he rose up to stop me. He pushed me flat and went down between my legs.  I gaped at him, stunned.

“Just so you know, I’ve only done this to one other guy in my life, but I never forgot that incredible night at Tan Son Nhut….surprise of my life,” he said.

“I think you’re about to give me the surprise of my life,” I said.

“I doubt that, but it’s payback time, man,” he said as he hunkered down and started licking my balls.

“Ooh, Fuck,” I gasped. He had a rough tongue that he used to keep scooping up my balls, pulling them with a hard suction against his lips without taking them in his mouth. It could’ve hurt a little had it not been so erotic. As it was, the dull pain was part of the pleasure. I let out another moaning gasp as he pulled one of my balls tight against his mouth then sucked it through his lips without parting them enough. It gave me the sensation of somebody squeezing my balls but it was a wonderful painful sensation.  More so when he began working on it in his mouth.  Fuck, his mouth was hot, and felt like it was full of spit, like my nut was swimming in it. After a moment he popped it out and did the same to the other one.

“Ohh, fuck, I never had anybody do it like that before,” I whispered.

He was loving and rough at the same time. He demonstrated that he liked doing it and wanted to make it feel good, yet he was totally in control of my family jewels and would treat them as he liked.  When he popped the second one free he immediately went for both of them and sucked them both into his mouth. Within seconds it felt like my balls were swimming in spit again. He pressed his face hard into my groin and began lapping the sensitive area under my balls while he sucked my balls at the same time.

“Aawwhhh,” I cried softly. “Awww, fuucckkk!”  I could feel him smiling.

He never made a move to touch my cock and when I took hold of it, he brushed my hand away. I lay propped up on my elbows, watching my cock bob up and down over my stomach. He kept licking and tonguing further and further and I thought he might be going for my ass. I couldn’t believe he would do that, but I could feel his tongue lapping in the crack. I reached for my cock again, and again he brushed it away, and this time he grabbed both of my wrists and held them at my sides. I wanted to bring my legs up so he could get to my ass but he had his heavily muscled arms laying over my thighs.

“Ohhh, shit, man…. I love what you’re doing, but I could be doing you, too,” I said.

He popped my balls out of his mouth, smiling.  “You got it,” he said, as he rose up and turned around to straddle me.

I’d forgotten how big and thick he was, and the size of his balls. The size of him, period. His thighs on each side of me were like tree trunks.  His cock was suspended forward, throbbing against his stomach, his balls hung heavily over my face. I felt up and down his massive, hairy thighs and then wrapped my arms around the granite-hard columns. When I leaned up and licked his balls, he hunkered down so I could better reach them. I let one fall into my mouth.  I heard him moan deep in his belly as I began sucking and mauling it around in my mouth. I was hard on his balls, like he had been with mine.  I figured that's the way he gave it, that’s the way he wanted it.  He hunkered down harder, smashing his crotch into my face and ground it around. I took my cue and mauled his balls harder. The size of the man, and the size and solid texture of his balls almost demanded the rough treatment I gave them. I stopped short of chewing on them, but I might have gotten by with that.  I think his moans became a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He pulled up but I didn’t let go of the one I had in my mouth.  He tugged hard and moaned louder till I finally loosened my oral grip enough for him to pull his nut out of my mouth. Then he lowered the other one. I gave it the same rough treatment, and all the while he was lapping at my ass, not deep in the crack, but along the inner slopes. I couldn't believe he was doing it at all.  I took hold of his cock and he maneuvered back so I was able to pull it down so he could lower it into my mouth.  He was as unmerciful with my throat as I was with his balls. He lowered himself, forcing his cock into my gullet, then sank all the way in till his balls were draped over my face. I didn’t try to resist even if I could’ve. If he wanted to force me, he could. My mouth was his fuck hole, my throat was his pussy.

The night noises began to start up. The crickets and then the frogs down at the curve in the creek mixed with our own noises, a soft symphony of moans and slurping wet sounds.  My mind tried to retreat into earlier years, to a steamy jungle, but I wouldn’t allow it. This wasn’t Viet Nam and it wasn’t Jason and I wouldn’t allow it to become that. This was the safety of my own land, not some jungle with the smell of ancient rice paddy mud.

Adam’s tongue had found my hole and he was pulling my butt apart to get to it.

Then he rose up.  “You know I wanta fuck you,” he said over his shoulder as he pulled his cock free so I could reply.

“I was wondering when you would get around to that,” I said.

“Does that mean you’re ready for it?  Cause I could do this a while longer if you want.  Man, you’ve got a sweet ass,” he said.

“I was ready when I saw you standing there in that jockstrap, but take your time,” I said.

"If my memory serves me correctly, you copped my shorts that night at the air base," he said.

"I've still got 'em."

Smiling, he rose up and positioned himself between my legs once more. I raised them, or he lifted them, I really didn’t know, but they ended up on his shoulders with my butt tilted up in the invitation position. I was so ready; I needed no real foreplay. Just looking at his magnificent upper body, those broad, muscle-heaped shoulders and thick, hairy pecs, and feeling the heat of his cock pressing against my hole was foreplay enough.  If I didn’t remember, my ass did. It relaxed at the ready and opened up willingly, even eagerly to the touch of his cock. The pain began as the curvature of the head stretched the muscle and became suddenly excruciating when it went through.  I remembered the feel of taking his beer-can cock, but my ass sent a message to my brain, reminding me of the pure pleasure that awaited beyond the pain, and soon it was dissipating as his cock sank deeper into my bowels. It was definitely an “Oh, My Godd” moment as he buried himself to the hilt and his cock throbbed hard inside me.

“Awww, fuck, I remember this ass,” Adam groaned as he hunkered over me, bending me in half.

“And I well remember that beer-can cock,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his muscular shoulders. “Ohhh, Fuck, Yeah!” I moaned as he began fucking me. “Ohhh….ohh, Godd…Awwhhh….Ohhh….oohh, yesss, fuck….fuck me….Whew!  Geezusss, you know how to move, you big fucker!”

Adam laughed softly and bent further down over me. I lifted up so my chest touched his and he smashed down hard against me. He had more hair on his chest than I did and it felt wonderful rubbing against my pecs and my tits. His tits were taut too, dragging across my chest. I eased him up from me and craned my neck so I could suck his turgid nipples.

“Ohh, Fuck!” he gasped, tossing his head back.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “You’re hotwired; I can feel your cock bolt inside me when I do that.”

“I’m hotwired to your ass,” he said.

My ass had opened up with pure joy as his thick cock stretched it. He was sliding in and out of me with ease and with his own brand of precision. It felt like he was touching new spots with every thrust, and he knew just where to put it next.

“My Godd, your wife must be the happiest woman in the world,” I said.

“She does have a smile on her face a lot,” he said.

“And you don’t,” I drawled.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. She’s great in bed. But there’s just something about a guy’s ass.… especially your ass. I don’t know what it is…. it’s like the difference between getting head from a guy and a woman.  Women just don’t know how to give good head.”

“And by comparison….?”

“I would never say it to anybody but you, but hands down, you’re better than my wife at sucking cock,” he said.

“Does she ever eat your ass?” I asked.

“No. She’s never gone there, and I would never ask her.”

He shifted his hips to one side and started using a whole new technique of twisting and thrusting with short jabs back and forth through my sphincter muscle.  He would pause a second till it almost closed, then pop it open again. He gradually took the technique deeper and deeper and harder and harder till he was gouging my guts unmercifully. He ended up sliding across and slamming into my prostate every few times.

“OOhhh, Goddd!” I cried out. “Awwhh, fuck….Ohhh… Ohh… Ohhhh, Geezuss!  Where’d you pick that up?”

He only laughed and kept doing it. 

“Ohhh, Shiittttt!  Awww, Adam, you big fucker, you’re gonna make cum doing that!”

“That’s the point, ain’t it?” he said.

“Ohh, fuck, man,” I whimpered.  “I don’t wanta cum yet.”

“Why not?  You’re not good for another round?  Or have you got someplace you gotta go after this?” 

“No… no place.  Ohh, Godd! Just keep fucking me.”

He kept on fucking me without letup, determined to make me cum. His muscular weight seemed to be heavier as he laid it on me, as if he were trying to grind me into the ground.  I let go of his shoulders and lay back and clasped my hands over the top of my head.

“You okay, stud?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m… just afraid… the top… of my head… is going to blow off,” I said. “Ohh… Ohhhh… Oh, fuck… fuck me, Adam… ohhh, geezusss, nail my fuckin’ ass to the ground.”  My cock was bolting and quivering over my chest and I grabbed it.  But Adam shoved my hand away again. 

“I’ll take care of that when the time comes,” he said. He fucked me harder and harder, if that were possible. I didn’t know where his power and stamina were coming from. He was slamming the air out of my lungs and smashing my balls unmercifully. The dull pain was wonderful. I flung my arms out to claw at the sleeping bag but found the grass instead. He had fucked me nearly off the sleeping bag. I tore at the grass, tossing my head back and forth and abandoned myself to the lust that was overtaking me. My air was choked off so I couldn’t even cry out, and I prayed for relief, and sanity to carry me through the climax that was building up inside me.

Suddenly Adam stopped thrusting. He slammed his cock in hard and tight and held it there; fuck, so hard that we must’ve made an indentation in the ground. He reared up more so his muscular body was arched over me, and twisted his hips around in wide circles.  My balls screamed for mercy from being crushed.  His thick cock lobbed around inside me like a batter swinging a ball bat. I felt myself floating off.  I was startled back by the incredible bolting and quivering of his cock deep inside me. Seconds later I felt liquid heat bathing my insides from the powerful spurts of his semen. Seconds later he began fucking me again with short strokes and I could feel his cock swirling the warm stuff around inside me.  I grabbed a tight hold on his shoulders again as I felt my own body begin to quake inside.  It felt like a small earthquake as the stuff swirled madly through the channels to be hurled up through the wide seminal vein in my cock to be hurled out in long, thick ropes of cum that splattered all over my face and neck and shoulders and chest. Adam grabbed my cock to pump it out of me.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

I opened up as wide as I could and he directed the ropes of cum with perfect aim into my mouth. There was something akin to oblivion that shrouded me in the final moments, an exquisite pleasure that I could barely endure.

I blinked with a start.  Adam was wiping cum off of my face with one of the damp towels.

“Geezuss!!!  What the fuck happened!”  I said.

“I think you went off somewhere in a black hole for a couple of seconds,” he said, smiling over me.

I could feel his cock still throbbing inside me, and his heartbeat through it, and my balls smashed between us.

“Damn, I don’t remember ever being fucked like that,” I said.

“Sure you were, by that stud you talked about.  The boy’s dad.  It was a long time ago, that’s all. I’m here, in the flesh, competing with a memory.  Maybe the memory’s faded a little, that’s all.”

“Godd, I loved him so damned much,” I said.

“He was a lucky man,” he said. “I’m gonna pull out now and let your legs down so you can breathe.”

Even the extraction of his cock was pleasurable, and as his thick, hot cock drew back through my guts, the nerve endings in my ass kissed it goodbye. I felt a gush of his cum seep out of my ass before it could close up but Adam had a towel there to catch it.

“You might take a couple of minutes to close up,” he said. “I just hope we haven’t messed up your sleeping bags too much.”

“They can be cleaned,” I said.

He lifted my legs and let them down on either side of him. I lifted one knee back up, cringing from a cramp. Adam noticed and took my leg in both his big hands and began massaging the muscles from my upper thigh down to my calves.

“That feel better?” he asked.

“It feels great. Too good, in fact; you’re gonna cause a cramp someplace else,” I said.

“We can do something about that, too,” he said, laughing. “Fuck, man, that was some awesome sex.”

“Couldn’t be anything but, with you in control,” I said.

He laughed as he lay down beside me.  “You’ve got a beautiful place here.”

“It suits me.  Just enough to take care of.  And completely private.”

“Do you do this often?  Bring guys back here in the woods?”         

“No, I go to Columbus to a bathhouse when I want some action,” I said.

“Can I ask you something?  Just curious, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Fire away.”

“This boy who’s coming to live with you.  Is that going to be a problem for you, having the guy’s teenage son under your roof? Do you think you’ll feel about him like you did his dad?”

“I haven’t allowed myself to think that far ahead,” I said.  

“Scares you, though, huh?” he said.

“A little.”

We were quiet for a moment, then Adam turned on his side and pulled the top sleeping bag over us and laid an arm and leg over me.

“Do you mind?”

“Fuck, no,” I said.  

It was a night of absolute bliss. If I had to compare it with nights with Jason, Adam ranked very favorably. But I didn’t make any such comparison. I simply enjoyed the man. I woke up lying on my stomach with his head resting on my butt. When I squirmed, he pushed me over on my back and devoured my cock. I had to beg him to stop and turn around so I could suck him at the same time.  We exchanged cum, his in my mouth, mine in his, then he turned and force-kissed me and we swapped the stuff back and forth till it was all swallowed.  The guy was boggling my mind, especially since he’d done this with only one other guy. He fucked me again for a very long time, then gave me the surprise of my life when he pulled out and stretched out on his stomach and told me I could fuck him.  His ass was really something to penetrate. His butt muscles were so big and solid I couldn't give him the benefit of all of my hard inches. Like before, he was in control.    Hours later, just before sunup, we awoke, drained and content.  We swam again, then got dressed. I made breakfast and drove him to the bus station, with a promise that he would return when he was in the area.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/27/15 rp