A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 37
Last Night in Saigon   

We took a different, more direct route back. We took the cycles back, I paid Truang, then walked back to Toby’s.

“Did you find it?” he asked when I walked in.

“Yeah.  Not much has changed,” I said.

“What’d you do with the dog tag?”

“I buried it, down under the roots of one of those big gnarled trees; it’ll probably still be there a thousand years from now.”

He smiled, a sort of sad, understanding smile. “Does that put it to rest?”

“I think so, as much as it'll ever be. It’s been too long. I’ve got to get on with a new life, now.”

“Yeah, I would say so, taking his boy back with you,” Toby said with a chuckle.

“I don’t know whether that’s going to make it easier or harder,” I said.

“Well, it will keep you focused. You’ve got a reason to get on with your life,” he said. “Are we still on for your last night in country?” Toby asked.

I glanced down, hesitating.

“What?” Toby asked.

“I don’t want this to sound like how it might come out, but….well, I’ve been thinking about it, and if it’s all the same to you….I would rather not.  I sort of said my goodbyes last night at the Trent, if you know what I mean. I would like to leave it at that.”

“I think I do, but Ryan is going to be disappointed."

"I hate it too, Godd, he's nice.  I'll probably regret it.  But it’s late, I really need to go back to the orphanage.  Jase offered me his bed in his little room. He said he would sleep on the floor.  I just feel like I should go back there and be with him, to wake up there in the morning.”

“No problem, I understand,” Toby said.

“I really hate it,” I said with a grin. “I was looking forward to Ryan.”

“He was looking forward to you,” Toby said. 

“I’ll stop back tomorrow with Jase before we leave for the airport,” I said.

"Listen, Brad….it wasn't going to be anything but….well, sex."  He nodded towards the door in the rear.  "If you've got time now, he's upstairs.  At least you wouldn't take that regret back with you."

I was tempted but hesitant.  "Fuck, that is so tempting."

"He might be asleep but he won't mind you waking him up."

I thought about it for a moment while Toby stood there laughing at me. 

"What does he like to do?" I asked.

"Go find out," he replied.  "I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Yeah, you said he was a tiger in bed."  I slapped the bar and headed toward the rear door.  I went up the familiar stairs to Toby's living quarters.  The door was unlocked so I went on in.  Not much had changed; Toby hadn't made any significant improvements in the place. The one major improvement was the gorgeous young man lying naked on the bed.

"My Godd," I whispered.  He was stunning in all his naked glory. He looked younger than when I'd seen him behind the bar.  He had the body of a college student athlete; long and muscular lean, with broad shoulders and well muscled arms and back and legs.  There was just enough hair on his legs to mark him as male, and a lighter flurry on his beautiful, upturned butt.  Just below his butt, between his outspread legs, was a very impressive cock with a pair of balls draped down over each side.  He was thick and meaty with a wide head.

I started to sit on the edge of the bed but thought better of it.  I didn't want to startle him.  I stood back from the bed, out of his reach and spoke his name.

"Ryan."  When he didn't move I said it louder.  "Ryan."

He came awake slowly, stretching languidly his smooth muscles rippling beautifully as he turned over onto his side.

"Brad," he said with a sleepy smile.

"Toby said I should come up.  I can't be here tonight so he said I should come up now.  He said……."

"He told you I wanted to get together with you," Ryan interrupted.

"Yes."

"I'm glad you came up.  You got time for a beer and conversation or do you just want to fuck?"

I laughed at his boldness.  "I can't stay long but I'll have a beer."

"Okay, a beer, then we fuck.  No conversation," he said.  He got up and went to the small refrigerator and brought out two beers.  My eyes followed his awesome ass as he moved away from me and then fell to his magnificent cock when he came back toward me.

"Toby said you might have a date tonight."

"She's just a fuck date anyway."

"I can see why she would wait," I said.'

"You like what you see?"

"Very much."

"So do I."

I laughed.  "Toby said you thought I was hot, for some odd reason."

"It's not so odd. You are hot."

"I'm surprised you would think that, comparing me with Toby."

"Toby said you're an awesome fuck. And you throw a pretty mean fuck yourself."

"I try."

"Then shall we get to it," he said as he reached for my belt.

I let him undress me while I watched his cock lift from the arched curve and straighten upward into an incredible hardon.

"My Godd," I said as I wrapped my hand around it.  It throbbed hotly in my fist.  He was easily nine inches long.  "Fuck, this makes my knees weak," I said.

"Good, that'll make it easier to get you on your back," he joked.  "How many times are you good for?" he asked.

"How many times do you want?" I asked back.

"I want to trade fucks for sure, and anything else you're up to."

He fucked me first, so long and so hard I wasn't sure I would be able to raise a hardon and return the favor.  But he took care of that with his mouth.  We fucked each other's brains out.  Twice.  Then we had a relaxing sixty-nine where we traded warm, creamy dessert. Toby was right, it ended things on a lighter note and I left with a new spring in my step and my head held a little higher.

Toby was smiling when I came back downstairs.  “How’d it go?”

“Whew!”  I said, shaking my head.  “One more time and I don’t think I could walk.  You are one lucky fuck.”

“Fuck being the operative word,” he said.

“I’ll bring Jase back before we leave,” I told him.

“Yes, I want to meet him.” 

Walking back to the orphanage, I found that the oldest profession was still flourishing in the city, with a newer generation of women and young girls. I politely waved them off as I was approached, but kept thinking of Ling in the red dress. Back at the orphanage, I let myself in with the key they’d given me and secured the gate from the inside. I found my way through the dorm, to the small room in back that served as Jason, Jr.'s private quarters. I carefully opened the door and quietly froze to the spot for a moment before I closed the door behind me. I fumbled for a lock or a latch of some kind, found it, and locked the door. I couldn’t say why….I had no intentions….perhaps I needed to be behind a locked door just to be able to look at the boy the way I wanted to.

The tiny room was dimly lit by light from the street, coming in through the small window, enough to make out the youthful form lying on the floor beside the cot.  I stood and looked at him, almost breathless from his beauty. He was beautiful before, wearing his pajama pants and no shirt. He was stunning now, lying there in quiet repose in a pair of tiny white briefs that looked even smaller by the way he filled them out.

I wondered why he had put shorts on to sleep. His young, teenage body was absolutely perfectly shaped. He was slim-hipped and lean, he was well muscled without being bulky, and had excellent definition that showed even in his relaxed state.  My eyes raked over him but fell to the well-rounded bulge in his tiny briefs. I gazed at him as I quietly removed my clothes, down to my shorts.  Then I carefully stepped over him to the cot. I felt guilty taking his bed, but didn’t want to wake him to tell him I would trade places.  I lay on my side and gazed down at him.  His stomach muscles looked tight even in his sleep, stretching beautifully as he breathed. Suddenly, I reached down and laid my hand lightly on his stomach.  His eyes opened and he smiled. I hadn’t meant to wake him, but I wasn’t sorry I did.

“I’m here,” I whispered.

He nodded, still smiling, and put his hand on mine just as I drew it back.

“Listen, I can take the floor,” I told him.

“No. You take the cot,” he said.

I quickly surveyed the space I had and blurted softly, without thinking, “Why don’t you come up here with me; we can make room.”

My Godd, what was I doing? I quickly prayed he wouldn’t do it, but he was already on his feet.  I moved over against the wall to make room for him. It was a tight fit, barely enough room for the two of us.  I put my arm around him to keep him from falling out. He snuggled back against me like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be sleeping with another man, and it made me wonder.  His lean, lithe body conformed to mine, too well, as he snuggled his taut butt against my shorts. I began getting a hardon almost immediately. I knew he could feel it but I couldn’t move away from him; there was no place to go.

“Sorry about that,” I whispered as I hugged him to me.

“It’s okay, I’ve got one, too,” he said.

We laughed together and I flattened my hand against his chest, a safe distance from temptation.  I tried to convince me that there was nothing sexual in any of it.  I closed my eyes with a hard vow that this night would pass uneventful. I made the vow not to myself, but to Jason, who I knew was watching us.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/27/15 rp