A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 39
The Journey Home

Jase had never been on a plane before. He’d never even been up close to one, and he seemed a little apprehensive as we went to board.

“This thing is huge,” he said.

“Yes. I still wonder how they get them off the ground,” I said. I looked at him and he looked a little pale.  “Don’t worry, once you’re in the air, if the weather’s good, it’s like sitting in a chair at home,” I said, trying to reassure him.

When we boarded, I switched seats, letting him have the window seat. I told the stewardess when she came by. She looked at Jase and smiled and nodded.  I could tell he was scared as we started to taxi down the runway, and I reached over and squeezed his leg, high on his thigh.  He tightened the muscle in response; it was like rock.  Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I left my hand there, even tightened my grip as we taxied and took off.  I let go only after we had leveled off.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, under his breath, and I was glad I’d done it.

Jase was quiet for much of the flight. I thought he would be full of questions, but he gazed out the window, and dozed, and didn’t say much. I was delighted with his surprise when they began serving lunch. He couldn’t believe they actually had meals on an airplane.

I dozed, too, and dreamed of things past.  They weren't dreams actually, but recollections in a fog.  A couple of times they became too real and I came awake with a lurch.

Our flight was late arriving in Los Angeles so we didn’t have a layover. In fact, we had to rush to catch our connecting flight to Indianapolis. We exited the plane out from the terminal and when he reached the bottom step he paused then set his right foot, then his left, on the tarmac as if it were sacred ground.

“I am standing on American soil,” he said.

I choked up as I realized what this meant to him.  What it should mean to all of us.  "Yes, you are," I said, smiling.  We were holding up the other passengers on the stairs but they didn’t seem to mind as he went to his hands and knees to kiss the tarmac.

The flight across country was more interesting and Jase tried to guess which state we were flying over.  I could tell he was getting anxious about being in the United States.

By the time we got to Indianapolis Jase seemed to be more relaxed about flying. We got our bags and took a shuttle to the parking facility where I paid half the national debt to retrieve my car. 

“Listen, I’m too tired to drive, so we’re going to get a room,” I told him.

“I wish I knew how to drive, I could drive for you,” he said.

“I’ll teach you,” I said.

I checked us into a motel, asking for two beds, but they only had rooms with king beds.

“I don’t know how big a king size bed is, but we’ll fit; we fit on my cot,” Jase chimed in.

I glanced at the desk clerk but she showed no indication that she thought anything of his remark. I couldn’t say anything to him about it, of course; he had said it in all innocence, and it had been just that, not counting the fact that we both had hardons that night in his cot. After checking in I drove us to a Denny’s to get something to eat. I never thought or realized that it was the first time Jase had seen a real American fast food restaurant till we were seated and he was looking at their very sizeable menu.

“They actually have all this stuff to eat?” he asked, turning the plastic pages.         

“Yes.  Just pick out what want.”

“I don’t know what some of this stuff is,” he said.

“Order by the picture then,” I said.

It took him several minutes to go over the menu.  He wasn't scanning it, he was studying it.  I had to send the waitress away twice till he made up his mind.  Finally we ordered; Jason by pointing to one of the pictures, then he sat looking around, taking in his surroundings.

“We are in the state of Indiana, in the capitol city of Indianapolis,” he said.

“That’s right.”

“Ohio is to the east and Illinois is to the west.”  He paused to think for a moment. “Kentucky is to the south and Michigan is to the north. That’s where Lake Michigan is.”

“You learned your geography well,” I said.

“I just thought of something! This is where the famous Indy 500 race is run!”

“Yes. Would you like to see the track?”

“Yess!” he said excitedly.

Jason was wide-eyed when the waitress came with our orders. “I’ve never seen so much food on one plate!” he exclaimed. “THis would feed four of us back at the orphanage.” He ate heartily, to say the least. At one point when he was eating, he seemed embarrassed.  “I shouldn’t eat so much,” he said.

“You eat all you want.  Any time you want. There is no shortage of food here,” I told him.

When I was sure he’d eaten his fill we went back to the motel. I let him use the shower first.  It was a rewarding sight to watch him undress; he was so casual about it that I didn’t think he was even aware that I was watching him. He wore his briefs into the bathroom and I wondered if he intended to put them back on, for he didn’t take a clean pair in with him.

I lay on the bed flipping channels, waiting with baited breath for him to finish. Then I realized that the shower wasn’t running.  I got up and tapped on the bathroom door. 

“Jason, is everything all right?”

He blurted, “I don’t know how to use this thing.”

Yeah, it was going to take time. I went in and found him standing in the shower, still in his shorts.  I had him step out and I showed him how to use the shower.  He took a long time in it.

I choked down a tiny gasp when he came out.  I had seen his youthful beauty, but not this view, totally naked and from the front. He was stunning, and most impressive in the manhood department; no doubt a symbol of his American blood, I surmised. His stomach muscles rippled as he drew the towel back and forth across his shoulders, his sizeable cock jiggled and swung against his thighs, causing my mouth to water.  I swallowed hard, trying not to look, but I couldn’t help myself. His manhood might have been overpowering except for the rest of his body.  It swung out about six inches, soft and thick, with a large head sticking out of a generous collar of soft looking skin. His balls complimented his cock, held high in their sack, nearly smooth.

“I left the water running for you,” he said.

I’d heard it running but wasn’t paying any attention.

“Okay, thanks,” I said, getting up from the bed.

“Is it okay if I sleep like this? They didn’t allow me to at the orphanage.”

“Sure, it’s okay. It’s just you and me,” I said.

I lingered long enough to watch him cock one foot up on the chair to dry between his legs then I escaped to the safety of the bathroom with a longing glimpse at his butt. I needed the shower; sweat was running down my armpits. I wondered again how I was going to pull this off, having a seventeen-year-old god under my roof; and more urgently, how I was going to survive having him naked in my bed for the night.  I took my time in the shower, hoping to give the boy time to get to sleep before I crawled into bed with him. I thought about sleeping in the chair, but he would’ve questioned that, and felt bad about taking the bed for himself. How would I explain that I was afraid I couldn’t keep my hands off of him?

When I came out of the bathroom I got another jolt, one of many that would jar my brain over the weeks and months ahead. He was lying stretched out across the bed on his stomach, already asleep, bare-assed naked; the only thing covered were his feet and ankles. His right leg was cocked out from the other, creating a wonderfully inviting V between his thighs that framed his loose-hanging balls draped over his soft, thick cock laying back between his legs.  I put my hand to my mouth as ‘Oh, My Godd’ came to mind while I stood drying off with my eyes glued to his youthful beauty. I realized my mouth was watering again at the sight of his gorgeous, high and tight butt, and I had to swallow my spit.

I can’t do this, I thought.  But of course I would. There was no backing out. Seeing him lying there like that, taking up much of the bed, gave me the excuse I needed to use the chair; I simply didn’t trust myself.  I turned off the TV and turned out the lights. There was light shining in through a crack in the drapes that cast the room in a soft glow, and I left the drapes parted.  I didn’t care if anyone could see in. What a beautiful sight they would see.  I pulled the chairs closer together so I could cock my feet up and then tried to get comfortable. It wasn’t, but I was determined to endure.  I dozed fitfully, unable to find a comfortable position.  One time when I woke up I saw a guy actually peeking in through the crack in the drapes!  I just smiled.  Eat your heart out, I thought.

I finally fell into a deeper sleep but was awakened again, this time by Jase shaking my shoulder. I jumped.

“You take the bed,” he said.

“I was sleeping just fine,” I grumbled.

“You’ll have a stiff neck.  You take the bed, give me the chairs.  I didn’t know you weren’t going to sleep in the bed.”

“You were sprawled out and I didn’t want to wake you,” I said,  still ignoring him and thinking better a stiff neck than a stiff cock.

But he kept squeezing my shoulder, urging me to relinquish the chairs. “Come on, I’m not taking your bed.  If you’re not sleeping in it, I’m not either.  I’ll sleep on the floor. So you might as well take it,” he threatened.

“Okay, we’ll both fit,” I said as I unfurled my body and got up out of the chairs. 

I ogled Jase’s beautiful butt again as he went around to the other side and stretched out, this time hugging the edge of the bed to give me room. I turned on my side, facing the bathroom, leaving space between us. I didn’t trust myself even to look at him.  I finally fell asleep from pure emotional exhaustion. But I woke up again to a new horror. Jase was lying spooned up against me with his arm thrown over me, draped down over my chest, snoring softly. He had a hardon and it felt huge. I was afraid to move. I knew I shouldn’t stay there in that position but I didn’t want to wake him. I found the strength to ignore my feelings and drive the thoughts from my mind.  Sleep deprivation eventually caused me to go into a sound sleep that I didn’t wake up from till Jase opened the drapes to let the sun shine in.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was still sporting a huge hardon. He seemed a little embarrassed, trying awkwardly to hide it with his hands. 

“You better get up before people see you,” he said with a mischievous grin.

I didn’t tell him that somebody had already been peeking in at him.

“Does that thing ever go down?” I joked, purposely to draw our attention to his cock. He laughed but didn’t comment and I went in the bathroom. When I came out I brought one of the hand towels with me.

“It’s okay to take care of that, Jase,” I said, tossing the towel to him.  Don’t be embarrassed about it.”

He snatched the towel out of the air.

“I was going to do that in the shower,” he said rather sheepishly.

“Is it okay if I take another shower?” he asked as he padded around the foot of his bed, his hardon swaying majestically.

“Of course.”

As he was going into the bathroom I asked him if it was okay if I shaved while he was in the shower.

“Sure, I guess so.” He seemed unsure and I wondered if he would forego jacking off.  He didn’t. “But I still gotta jack off, or I won’t be able to leave the room.

“It won’t bother me,” I said.

While I shaved I caught glimpses of him through the frosted shower doors. He stood with his back to me but I could see the muscles in the back of his right arm flexing in a steady rhythm. I started getting hard and I hurried my shave in order to exit the bathroom before he saw it.  Minutes later I saw his butt muscles flexing and heard his stifled grunt and moans as he shot his load. My own cock throbbed painfully.

I straightened up from rinsing my face just as he stepped out of the shower and he saw my hardon sticking out over the sink.

“Looks like you need a hand towel,” he quipped as he grabbed up a towel and tossed it to me.

I used it to dry and hide my face. I brought the towel down in time to see him passing behind me, drying off.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said jokingly as he left the bathroom.

I snapped the towel at his butt but missed.

He wanted to go back to Denny’s to eat breakfast. Then he reminded me about going to the track.

At Denny’s, he ordered toast and milk and orange juice. I suspected why he was ordering so light, because he’d eaten so much the night before. I took the menu from the waitress and told her we needed another minute.

“Let’s get something straight, Jase. There are no food shortages here. You can eat all you want, anything you want, just about any time you want.”

“But it costs a lot of money,” he said.

“You don’t have to worry about that.  I’m not wealthy, but I can afford to feed you,” I said. I handed the menu back to him. “Now order breakfast.”

He seemed relieved, and he ate well.  After breakfast I drove to the track in Speedway.  Jase was so excited to see the entrance with the big sign, and the stands as we drove by it.  I turned into one of the open gates leading under the track.

“We’re going inside?”  he asked excitedly.

“There’s a museum with all kinds of cars, and sometimes they take you for a ride around the track,” I said.

“In one of the race cars?”

“No, in a van or a small bus, but you get to see the entire track and get the feel of it, the turns, and the way it banks.”

We took the ride around the track first.  Jase was so excited he could hardly sit still.

“Maybe we can get back over here when the cars are running,” I said.

“They let you in when the cars are running?”

“Yes, it’s called the time trials.  That’s when the drivers practice, and they have to qualify.  I like it better than the race itself. You can go down in gasoline alley and see the drivers.”

“You’ve actually been to a race?”

“Yes. Once, when I was in high school.”

The driver took us around two of the turns at a high rate of speed but then slowed down as he began explaining the “Yard of Bricks.” 

“The Yard of Bricks is some of the most hallowed ground in worldwide motorsports.  In the fall 1909, five Indiana manufacturers supplied 3.2 million paving bricks, each weighing 9.5 pounds, that were laid on top of the original surface of crushed rock and tar to upgrade the Speedway. It took 63 days.  Gradually over the ensuing years asphalt was added to various section of the brick surface, with patches added to rougher sections of the turns in 1936 and all turns being completely paved with asphalt in 1937.  Then in 1938, the entire track was paved with asphalt except for the middle portion of the front straightaway.”

”In 1961, the remaining bricks on the front straightaway were covered with asphalt. Except for a 36-inch strip of the original bricks that were kept intact and exposed at the start/finish line, where it has become the fabled Yard of Bricks.” 

The driver let us out to walk along the Yard of Bricks. Jase was fascinated with the story.  After the ride, we went to the museum.

“Does this all cost a lot?” Jase asked as I was paying to get in.

“Will you stop worrying about it?”

We spent over two hours in the museum.  On the way out I steered Jase into the gift shop, intending to buy him something.  But each time he picked something up and I asked him if he would like to have it, he told me no. We left the track and headed home.

Traveling by car, Jase seemed to open up, where he had been unusually quiet on the flights.  He was in awe of the broad plains of Indiana farmland and how one person could own so much land and produce so much crops and livestock.’

“A man who owns a water buffalo considers himself rich back home,” he said. “How many cattle do these people own?”

“Sometimes only a few; sometimes hundreds, even thousands,” I said.

“They must be very wealthy,” he said.

“Some are.”

At one point he asked if we were almost there. He knew we were going to Ohio.

“No,” I said. “We’re still in Indiana.  Then we have to travel part way across Ohio.”

“The United States is a very big country.  We would’ve been all the way across Vietnam by now.”  A few miles later he said, “They have very big houses, and big barns.  How many people live in the houses?”

“Sometimes just a man and his wife, sometimes they have children, maybe two or four or more,” I said.

“They are still big houses even for that many people,” he said. “We would fit that many in a hut.”

“I know.”

“I know most of the states,” he added.

“Do you? Can you name them?”

I counted as he rattled off forty-four states.

“That’s better than probably most kids who were born here could do,” I said. “You’re going to do okay in school.”

“I’ve wondered if I would be going to school,” he said.   

“Of course you will,” I said. “I don’t know what grade, but high school.”

“I know English and math well, and geography, and some history. The nuns taught us a lot about the United States, thinking that some of us would eventually come here someday,” he said.

“They will probably test you to see what grade you should start in,” I said.

He was quiet again for a long distance. I thought he was falling asleep but he’d been gazing out the window. He perked up when he saw the sign announcing the Ohio state line.

“We’re in Ohio now,” he announced.

“Yes, it won’t be long now,” I said.  “You can sleep if you want; I’ll wake you when we get there.”

“I can’t sleep,” he said.  He was still quiet, just gazing out the window at the countryside that was slowly being blanketed by the approaching dusk.  I wondered what was going through his mind.

“You never said what I should call you, Mr. Courter, or Brad, or what?” he asked out of the blue.

“Brad,” I said. 

“All right. Brad,” he said, nodding.

“And what should I call you, Jase or Jason?” I asked.

“I think Jason, like my dad. It sounds more grown up.  But Jase is okay, too, like a nickname.”

That should’ve settled it, but it didn’t.  I would end up calling him both.  I smiled, with a warm feeling inside. I had a Jason on two levels of my life now.  The one beside me, who, when I called, would answer as a boy on the threshold of young, virile manhood, and another of the same youth and virility of another time….one and the same, yet so different.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/27/15 rp