A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 34
Back to The Trent Hotel 

The closer I got to the Trent the more I thought it was a foolish thing I was doing.  Foolish that I was trying to bring back a war that was fought so long ago. But I kept walking. I passed a young Vietnamese couple coming toward me, laughing and holding hands, and a little ways behind them, an older woman, hunched over in a dark gray dress like those worn when I was here last. She had a market basket.  Before, I would have been suspicious that she was carrying a bomb in her basket. I slowed my pace as they passed me by.

I went inside. Ralph remembered me. He gave me a toothy smile and handed me the key to room 238.  I went up the once-more familiar stairs and made my way quietly down the hall, peering into the rooms to see if they were empty. They all were as far as I could tell. If there was anyone else in the building, they didn’t make themselves known.  I went into number 238 and closed the door behind me. It was different this time, from when I’d come here to read the letters. Perhaps it was the games I was playing in my head that made it so.

I turned the light switch but the tiny bulb offered no more than the light of a candle. I turned it off, and was satisfied with the soft light coming in the window from the street. It would be safe now to leave the shutters open. I tried the ceiling fan this time.  It made a soft whirring sound but the blades didn’t move, as if it couldn’t suck up enough power to get started. Finally the blades began to move slowly and they didn’t go much faster. I punched the stem on my watch to check the time. Five till nine. I started to undress and my imagination, fueled by old memories, revved up. I knew I was waiting on Toby, yet I could already feel another presence in the room; a strange presence that could not be Toby. I stripped the bed and turned the sheets then I moved the chair close to the bed and laid my clothes on it.  When I was naked I stretched out on the bed to wait.  I wished there was more light but my eyes were adjusted to the darkness and I could see well enough.  The ceiling fan hadn’t picked up any speed.

There was always something magical about lying there listening to the soft whir and watching the blades float around and around, and it was so this time. I listened for the sound of someone coming but heard nothing for a long time, till the sound of creaking floorboards in the hallway got my attention. I tensed and laid my hand on the chair and my clothes, hoping to hell it wasn’t some drunk or druggie looking for a place to sleep it off.  As the door opened I heard my name.

“Brad.” It came as a deep, husky whisper that sent chills down to my toes.

“Yeah, in here,” I whispered back.

The door opened completely and I got the shock of my life. For a fleeting, frozen moment in time the figure standing there in full combat gear was Jason come back to life. I sat up with a gasp then heaved out a sigh of relief, or maybe it was disappointment.

“You said you missed the war,” he said. Was it Jason’s voice, or Toby’s?  But the war was over; no American GI could be seen on the streets in combat gear.

“Fuck!” was all I could say as I sat up.  When I stood, my legs were shaking.  “H-how….you didn’t walk here dressed like that,” I said.

“No, I carried everything in a bag and changed in another room,” he said. “I hope it’s okay.”

“It’s.…more than okay,” I said breathlessly.

“I thought it might bring a little of it back for you,” he said.

“Maybe….” I said, and my voice trailed off.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I…. I felt a presence in the room before you got here. It was like you filled that presence when you walked in looking like that,” I said. “Shit, so much came back; I almost called you Jason.”

“I’ll be him if you want me to be,” he said huskily.

It was as if the pieces of a puzzle were falling into place all around me. But as the picture of my life took shape, it was all different. I was years younger and there was a damned war on, and this was our respite from it, in room 238 of the Trent Hotel. I let the fantasy begin, and let myself get caught up in it.

“When did you get in?” I asked and was surprised how easily I fell into the charade.

“A couple of hours ago. I knew you would be waiting so I didn’t take time to shower or change,” he said.

“Just tell me, what’re you wearing under the uniform?”

“That sexy jock underwear you bought for me. I always wear it when I go out,” he said.  “It keeps me company,” he added with a chuckle.

We easily settled into our roles and I was happy.  I stood squarely in front of him and clasped my hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.  In the near darkness he looked older, but the war did that to guys. Already I could breathe in the smell of him…. the smell of his manly sex….plus soap, incense, diesel, and oranges.  I knew from the smell of him that I was complete for the moment.

I punched him in the stomach and chest at the same time, playful but hard. It didn’t faze him; he was so solid. “Sometimes I feel like smashing you in the face,” I said

“Why? What’d I do?” he asked innocently.

“You worry me, dammit. I almost get sick when you don’t come back in when I think you should. You go out there in the goddamned jungle like you’re shooting birds, like you don’t know that these birds can shoot back.”

“I know they can shoot back. One hit me one time,” he said.

“Fuck, man, why didn’t you tell me when you had the chance?”

“Tell you what?”

“That you loved me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I did,” he said.

“But not so I could hear you say the words,” I said.

“I wanted to,” he said.  “Fuck, I wanted to so many times, but I just couldn’t get it out.  I tried to show you….how about if I say it now? Would that make up for it? I’ll show you, too. I mean, I’ll back it up, every word. I’ll make you believe it.”

“I always believed it,” I said. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“I love you, man.  I love you so fuckin’ much, Brad, I wish I could’ve said it but now I’m saying it and….”  Suddenly he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his rough uniformed body and kissed me.

It was a kiss like I hadn’t had in years; so long that the only memories I had were of the same kiss in this very room, in these very arms. It was hard and passionate, and even unforgiving, his full lips smashed against mine, his tongue prying them apart and searching my mouth. I let out a low, guttural, squealing moan as I practically climbed his frame in returning his kiss.  I was out of breath by the time we parted; we both were. And I had a hardon.

“Now if you’ll let me get out of all of this gear, I wanta prove myself,” he said, easing me back away from him. “Seeing you standing there like that, feeling you against me, it’s got my testosterone boiling.”

“Well, you can see what you did to me,” I said, giving my hard cock a gentle smack.

“That’s not near all I’m gonna do to you,” he said as he began removing his gear.

I helped him, taking his web belt with the canteen and ammo pouches and bayonet as he removed them.  I took his jacket and his outer shirt then stood back to watch him peel off his T-shirt.  The sight of his massive upper body took my breath away; the way his big, thick pecs were shelved out over the slope of his ripped abs.  His tits stuck out like two big pencil erasers. He saw me looking at them.

“You like my pecs, don’t you?” he said, flicking his left nipple with his fingers.

“You know I do,” I said huskily.

“Show me,” he said as he reached out and pulled my head to his chest. I met his left pec with my open mouth and licked his turgid nipple.  “Awwww, yeah, show me,” he moaned as I sucked and nibbled on his tit. 

After a moment he pushed me away and leaned down to drag his tongue across my chest.

“Nice fuckin’ headlights yourself,” he murmured. 

I shivered as he flicked my tits and sucked on them.  I reached for his belt and found it already dangling open. I pulled on the buckle but the belt caught on something in back. Toby--Jason, now-- reached back and held it and pulled the belt out himself. He laid the KaBar knife and its sheath on the chair then put the belt around my neck.  His full lips curled into a near-snarling smile as he pulled my face to his and locked his lips around mine to kiss me again.  I moaned and kissed him back, hard, as I fumbled with the buttons of his pants.  My hands were shaking and he laughed softly as he reached down and undid them himself.  Then he broke away and sat on the edge of the bed to take off his combat boots….Godd, it was just as I had imagined it before, when I was alone in the room.  I watched his triceps ripple and dance as he unlaced his boots, then bulge mightily as he pulled them off. He took off his socks and stuffed them inside the boots then stood to take off his pants. His thick pecs came into motion, bulging, and his shoulders and every muscle came into play as he shoved them down. His thighs bulged as he balanced himself on one foot then the other to take them off.  I felt myself getting hotter and hotter, and short of breath with every move he made.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts but then hesitated.  “I’m gonna put my boots back on,” he said.

Yes, he remembered every detail. How did he know, I wondered vaguely.  I watched in breathless silence as he sat back down and slipped his socks and boots back on and laced them up.

“There,” he said as he tied the second knot and stood again. Again, he hesitated, looking at me.  Really looking at me.  “Fuck!” he said in a hoarse whisper as he shoved his shorts down.  It wasn’t the jock underwear I’d bought for Jason but I pretended it was. He struggled to get them off over his boots, and then tossed them on the bed. He looked at me again, and then moved toward me.  I met him. His cock had come to full attention, thrusting itself against my thighs, bobbing up and down against my balls. My own cock bobbed against his hip. He leaned down to suck my tits again. After a moment he stopped and said, “I should have taken a shower.”

“No,” I said. “I want you just the way you are.” He smelled fine, like a man, and I thought he said it for effect.

“All right, you asked for it,” he said as he wrapped one arm around my waist.  He guided me to the bed and when I was bent over with one knee in the edge of the mattress he clasped his hands on my butt.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he said hoarsely as he squeezed my butt muscles hard.

“But you’re gonna make up for it,” I said.

“Damn right.” He rubbed his thick, hot cock up and down the crack of my ass and I fully expected him to shove it in me as I stood ready with my legs spread at the edge of the bed.  I could feel his precome making me slick and ready for him. But again he stopped.

“Lay down across the bed with your head this way,” he said.

I stretched out across the bed with my head on the edge of the mattress.  It was a position I was familiar with, one that enabled me to take his big cock down my throat more easily with my head tilted back. But he moved around to the other side of the bed, at my feet. I lifted my head, wondering what he was going to do. When he ran his hands up my legs, I thought he was going to lift them onto his shoulders and fuck me, but I didn’t know why he had positioned me this way on the bed. He moved up over me, his knees in the mattress now and pushed my legs wider apart as he squeezed my thighs.  I let out a little gasp as he cupped my balls with one hand and wrapped his other hand around my burgeoning cock.

“W-what’re you d-doing?” I stammered, and had my answer as he leaned over my middle, while wetting his lips.  “No, Jason….you don’t have to do this,” I said.

He looked up at me, a bewildered look in his eyes, as his big fist moved up and down the shaft of my cock.  “I said I was going to show you….I’m going to back up what I said, so you know I meant it.”

I opened my mouth to say something else but only a loud, “Aww, Fuck, Jason, I know you meant.…Ohhh, Fuck.…Oh, Goddd!” came out as he lowered his mouth around my cock. I laid my head back down, whimpering with emotion as he began sucking my cock.  “I know you meant it.…I just wanted to hear you say it,” I whimpered.

I didn’t know if he heard me; if I said it loud enough so he could, but he paid no attention. The only sounds were the grinding whir of the fan overhead, plus his soft, wet slurping noises on my cock, and an occasional moan, like he was enjoying what he was doing.  I lay with my head lifted, gaping in disbelief at the incredible sight of the big hunk sucking my cock.  He was working hard at it, choking on my size as he tried to take too much and I put my hands on his shoulder and his head to ease him off a little.

“You don’t have to…..” I was going to say, “…..swallow it all,” but he rose up and cut me off.

“Just let me do it,” he said huskily, and went back down on my cock.

I lay my head back and closed my eyes and drifted into another time when I had only dreamed of this happening. I was in two different worlds in one universe, in both a conscious and a subconscious state. Like an out of body experience, I was with Toby, watching a younger version of myself with Jason.

I let myself believe he was making love to me this last time….and this time I truly believed he was. I reveled in the exquisite pleasure of his mouth moving up and down on my cock. Each time he put more pressure on the head against the opening of his throat. He was determined to take me in his throat.  I didn’t try to stop him.  Rather, I brought my legs up and crossed my ankles on his back.  He wrapped his muscular arms around my thighs and brought them in tighter against his face. I went a step further and put him in a headlock and humped my butt up off the mattress, fucking his mouth.

“MMmmmnnnnhhhhh!” he moaned as he forced my cock into his throat.

“Aaaahhhhh!” I cried out as I plunged halfway to his stomach.

He smashed his face hard into my groin, and I could feel his rough, whiskered chin against my balls. He held me deep for a surprisingly long time, fighting down several attempts to choke and gag. Finally, his gag reflex got the best of him and he had to rise up, choking and coughing. I released the headlock and let my legs lay loosely across his back.

“Shit, that’s about more cock than I can handle,” he said.

“You were doing great,” I told him.

“I can do better,” he said, and went back down on me.

I let him suck me for a bit longer, but then I was tingling from want and the intense desire to have my hands on him, and have his cock in my mouth as well. I wanted him so bad that way. Fuck, didn’t he know he didn’t have to prove anything to me this way?  Finally, I couldn’t stand it.

“Jason….please….swing around here so I can have you, too,” I said.

He gave my cock a few more deep slurps then raised his head with his lop-sided grin spread across his face. “That’s the first time you ever begged for my cock,” he said.

“It’s the first time I’ve had to,” said.

“No, you don’t have to beg me for anything,” he said as he rose up and stood back from the bed. “You can have anything you want from me. Whatever I’ve got is yours….my mouth, my cock….even my ass,” he said as he came around to the other side of the bed, to my head.

I reached over my head and clasped my hands around his thighs to guide him to stand astraddle my head. He pressed his thumb on the base of his cock to aim it down at my waiting mouth. I was hot and ready for him and when he bent his knees to come down on his haunches, I lifted my head to swallow his cock to the hilt.

“Awwhh, fuck, how do you do that?” he moaned as he pressed his balls against my face.

I showed him how by moving my head up and down to deep throat his cock. He picked up on it and began fucking my throat. At last I was back where I belonged, paying homage to my hero.  But it was not to be one sided.  His quest to prove his feelings brought him to his hands and knees over me and he began sucking my cock as well.  Godd, I never imagined it could be any more wonderful. I was pleased and happy beyond belief, even more so to hear his moans of pleasure as he sucked and slurped my cock. He kept trying to deep throat me, like he was not just proving something, but really enjoying it.  I had to ease him off several times to keep from cumming. I didn’t want it to end. Each time he rose up and fisted my cock ever so gently. But the lust and the passion grew to such great proportions that nothing could’ve held it back. I tried to warn him again but he didn’t let up.  He sucked harder, it seemed. I knew there was no stopping him from doing what he was going to do so I let myself go with it, but I felt I needed to warn him.

“When I’m close…..,” I started in a husky tone.

“I’ll know,” he cut me off.

I decided to let him handle it his way. The way he did jolted me.  I fully expected him to take me to the brink then get off my cock and finish me off by hand. When it happened, he didn’t rise up, he didn’t stop sucking.  He let out a little surprised groan when the stuff started gushing into his mouth, with such force that my butt lifted up off the bed.  It was a helacious cum, like the gift that kept on giving. I couldn’t seem to stop. I knew I was overflowing his mouth when I felt the stuff running down my balls.  Suddenly I realized that he was swallowing! He was swallowing so hard that I could hear his gulps. I was nearly overwhelmed. I lay there with my fists at my side, cringing with the force and impact of my climax and listening to Jason’s wet moans as he finished me off.

When he was done he let go of my cock and lay to the side with a heaved sigh, his head resting on my thigh.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know….swallow it.”

He smiled as he turned around.  “I’ve got something of you to take with me,” he said as he lay beside me. “I’ll go back out there with four or five hundred million little Brads swimming around inside me. Just think of all the extra testosterone I’ve got.”

“Like you need more testosterone,” I scoffed, surprised when he lay his head on my chest. I thought it an odd position we were in; I thought I would have my head on his chest.

“We’re not done, you know,” he said.

“I was hoping not,” I said.

He laid his thigh over mine and nudged my balls with his knee and reached for my cock.  It hadn’t gone down much, and it stopped the process when he touched it.

“I’m ready when you are,” he said, pumping my cock slowly.

I looked at him as he moved off of my chest onto his back.  “I ‘m ready,” he said, cocking his legs up.

“No you’re not,” I said, rising up. I got between his legs and pushed his knees toward him. He wrapped his arms around his legs to pull his thighs against his chest. He knew what I was going to do. I stretched out with my legs hanging over the end of the bed and began licking his ass.  “You remember this, don’t you?” I asked.

“Aww, fuck, yeah,” he said. “Ohhh…. awhh….ooohhh, fuck, I love your tongue.”

It was barely moments later before he was begging me to fuck him.  I couldn't believe my ears but my cock assured me I was hearing right.

"You don't have to be easy," he said hoarsely as he pulled his thighs tighter against his chest.

"I won't be," I said.  I wanted to make love to him but it would not be the way he wanted it.  He was showing his love for me by letting me fuck him, not make mushy love to him.  I had to treat him like the courageous fighting man he was.  The only thing gentle about my love making was entering his body.  I set the head of my cock firmly against the heat of his asshole and felt the muscle clenching anxiously.  I applied pressure and he hunkered up against me. I felt his asshole push out at the same time and it was as if it swallowed the head of my cock.  He let out a surprised groan and spread his arms out to claw at the edges of the mattress.  I knew it hurt but I also knew there was nothing I could do; it was his hurt to deal with.

I nearly cried as I felt the delicate inner lining of his ass folding around the length of my cock. Deeper and deeper I went. When my balls rested against the crack of his ass he squeezed his sphincter around the base of my cock and it felt like he might squeeze it off.  We held that position for a moment then I began fucking him, and I let myself float off into the wonderful reality of another time…….

Afterwards we lay side by side, my head on his arm.  No words had passed between us the whole time, and we were quiet still, with only our breathing and the soft, steady whir of the fan overhead. In the quiet dark I felt myself emerging from a tangle of emotions, like there were two of me merging into one being.

“Now you’ve got more of me to take with you,” I said finally.

“Yes,” he said in a hoarse tone. After a long moment he said, “"I deeply regret, Brad, that I have to be Toby again," he said softly.

"No regrets," I said.  "It was too real to have any regrets."

"Okay.  Then let's not talk.  Let's just lie here."

"Yes."

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/27/15 rp