A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 43
Wright-Patterson 

As a result of my speech at the dedication of the football field, I was invited to be a guest speaker at a high school near Wright Patterson Air Base to talk about Vietnam. Unlike my return to the United States, I was well accepted, with none of the antagonistic remarks that I’d expected. This was another generation; maybe that time of hostility had passed and they really were searching for knowledge and understanding. After speaking and answering questions--I even signed a few autographs--I went to have a look around the base.  As I was driving off the base, not paying attention, I nearly hit someone.  I hit the brakes and my tires squealed and there was a moment of stunned surprise as I looked at the young man looking back at me with his hands on the hood of my car. He was in a stance as if he had physically stopped the vehicle with his raw strength, and from the looks of him, he could have. Suddenly, in that moment, I was in a time warp, looking through my windshield at a familiar stranger, reliving a moment from my past when I had nearly run down a young stud called Jason.

The arms that extended toward the hood of my car were long and muscular; the biceps and triceps bulging against the sleeves of his white T-shirt. The broad shoulders strained against the thin, white cotton material. As he patted the hood and straightened, I saw NAVY printed across the front of his shirt, and there was room for United States spelled out across his broad, thick chest. Even from that distance I could make out his nipples poking against the material.  I finally regained my senses and got out and apologized for not paying attention to where I was going.    

“It’s okay, no harm done,” the sailor said.             

“There could’ve been real harm done if you weren’t so alert and agile in getting out of the way,” I said.  “I really am sorry.”    

“It’s okay, but hey, if you’re really that sorry, I’m just getting off duty, and you could buy me a beer to settle my nerves.  I know a bar right down the road.”

“You’re on. Climb in,” I said, happy to be able to make amends, not to mention the pleasure of having the young muscle stud’s company.

He came around and climbed in the Jeep.  He was a hunk, to say the least, with blondish hair, dark blue eyes, nicely tanned, squared features….he was almost model-like but seemed totally unaware of his physical attributes. He directed me to the bar, a roadhouse-type place called Ryker’s. The bartender and several other guys greeted him as he led the way to a back table, holding up two fingers as he passed by the bar. A moment later a waiter came with two beers.

His name was Travis, and within the first few minutes of conversation I learned that he was almost twenty-one, having joined the Navy at seventeen and his family was from Wyoming but he didn’t intend to go back there to settle. He left a girlfriend behind when he enlisted but got a Dear John letter when he was just finishing up boot camp. He didn’t bother to go home on leave.  He had a new girlfriend off base for convenience, he said; a steady piece of ass, as he put it.  There was no commitment with the girl. She was six years older than him and didn’t expect or want a commitment to anything except for what he could give her as a man, which I imagined he gave in spades. He reeked of sexuality. None of this came out voluntarily; I had to ask a lot of questions. At some point he turned the conversation to me.    

“Enough about me; how about you?” he asked.

“Marines, Vietnam, unattached,” I said. 

He sort of reared back and looked me up and down, with a scowl.

“Unattached….that’s gotta be by your own choice.  You should have women beating a path to your door,” he said.

"Maybe I should be but I don't." I thought it odd that he touched on me being unattached instead of being a Marine or in Vietnam. “They would have trouble finding my door anyway,” I said, laughing. “I live pretty well out in the country.  I should say I’m unattached as far as a woman is concerned. I have a seventeen-year-old living with me; the son of a buddy who was killed in Vietnam.”

“Ah, so you’re a single dad,” he said.

“Well, I never thought of it that way but I guess you could say that. I suppose that’s how others might see me.”

He asked about my place in the country.  When he went on about how neat he thought it sounded, I took a chance and invited him to visit. He jumped on it and asked me when. We arranged it for the following weekend. He asked if I would mind giving him my number so he could call if he couldn’t get a pass. Fuck no, I didn’t mind. I had visions of a friendship developing.

Driving home I began to wonder about what I’d done. There was no doubt that I was totally, physically attracted to the guy. I wanted to have sex with him, and that was without a doubt the underlying reason for the invite, even though he never gave off any certain vibes, except being outgoing and friendly. I hadn’t even thought of Jase and how awkward it might be, and I certainly didn’t need a man in my life if that was a looming possibility.

I told Jase we were having company for the weekend. He thought it was Hunter.  He smiled, surprised, when I told him it was someone I knew at the air base. I purposely said someone I knew, not someone I’d met.  Oddly, he asked if I wanted him to get lost for the weekend.

“No, I said we’re having company. You live here, too,” I reminded him.

“Just thought you might want time alone with the guy,” he said with a tight smirk.

“I never told you it was a guy.”

He shrugged.  “Sorry if I jumped to conclusions.” 

It was the first time he’d given any indication that he thought I was gay, and it gave me a little jolt.

“If it’s okay, I had sort of planned to do something with a couple of friends, so I could get out of your way,” he said.

“Fine, but don’t think you have to leave on my account.”  In a way I was glad Jase wouldn’t be around. His absence might open up possibilities with Travis.

Because of duty, Travis arrived later on Saturday than I’d hoped. He showed up in a black Firebird, looking so studly it made my stomach tighten up. He was dressed in a pair of dark blue Navy athletic shorts and a white T-shirt, looking all tanned and more desirable than he knew behind Navy issue sunglasses. He had already eaten supper so we settled for beers out on the porch and talked of plans for the next day. He said he would like to explore the woods and maybe go fishing sometime. He was obviously happy to be able to play civilian for a couple of days and I was happy to provide him with the respite. After the second beer I could tell he was tired and I offered for him to go to bed.

“I threw my sleeping bag in the back of the car, just in case,” he said as he started down the steps.

“No need for that, I’ve got plenty of bed space,” I said. I took him upstairs and pointed out the three bedrooms. “You’ve got your choice,” I told him. I didn’t realize what I’d said till I saw his mischievous smile. 

“Hhhmm, are you making me an offer I can’t refuse?” he asked jokingly.

“Is it an offer you would accept?” I asked right back.

“I might.  I just might,” he said, laughing. “If you’re serious, that is."

“I might be,” I said.

“And how would I know if you are?” he asked.

“For the sake of argument, let’s assume I am,” I said, motioning him into my bedroom. It was that simple.

He went past me, pulling his shirt out of his jeans. He was poised to pull it off, his arms crossed over his chest, but paused, as if he weren’t sure he should.

“Just for the record, I’m straight,” he said.

“Okay. Just for the record, I’m not so much,” I said.

“What I meant is, this, whatever it turns out to be, is going to be all one-sided,” he said.

“That’s your opinion,” I said.  “Do you want me to take your shirt?”

He pulled the shirt off over his head, revealing a very muscular upper body, with abs to kill for….fuck, an entire eight-pack….and thick, meaty pecs with tits crying out for attention.

“I knew you would look like this,” I said, my eyes raking over his muscles.

“You like it?” he said, flexing his muscles for me.

“Yes. Definitely. Can’t wait to see the rest,” I said.

He smiled proudly as he undid his belt, sucking his stomach in.

“How about you? You gonna show me what you’ve got?” he asked.

“You’re straight. Are you interested?” I asked.

“Let’s say naturally curious,” he said. He stood with his belt hanging, as if he were waiting for me to start taking off my clothes before he finished undressing. When I pulled my shirt off he pulled his jeans off.

“Not bad yourself,” he said as I draped my shirt over the chair.

“I didn’t think you straight guys were supposed to notice,” I kidded him.

“Well, it’s not very flattering to have some big old tub ogling me,” he said.

“Somehow, I can’t picture you taking off your clothes for some big old tub,” I said as I stepped over and cupped my hand over the front of his shorts. “Nice.” I said.

“Yeah, so is your hand,” he said.

I squeezed the meaty bulge and felt it becoming meatier. I reached around and shoved my hand down inside the back of his shorts.

“This is nice too,” I said, squeezing his bare butt. “Fuck, it feels like a bowling ball.” He smiled. I ran my other hand down inside the front of his shorts and found his raw cock, warm and thick and very much alive.

“Mann! Awesome!” I said. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No, not really,” he said, and then chuckled. 

“I wondered.  Because you seem totally okay with it,” I said.

“No reason not to be,” he said. “Although to tell the truth, I don’t know exactly what I’m being okay with.”

“You said no, not really. What’s with the ‘not really” part?”  

“I’ve been ogled, groped, felt up, but never any follow through.  It’s always been in places where follow up wasn’t possible.”

“Well, let’s get to it and I’ll show you how possible it can be,” I said as I pulled his shorts down and sat on the corner of the bed. I tugged them down further and they dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. I took his rubbery cock in one hand and cupped his sizeable balls with the other. “Haven’t you ever been out to sea?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Sure, several times,” he said.

“This thing swinging around on a ship full of horny sailors, and you never saw any action?”

“There was some action but I never got in on it,” he said.  “There was a guy several racks down from mine that was getting it all the time from several guys at the same time.  One fucking him, and he would be sucking a cock on each side of him, and other guys standing around waiting their turn.”

“Why didn’t you get in on it?” I asked.

“Too risky. Couple of times we had an officer and a chief come through and that many guys congregated got their attention. There was some mad scrambling and luckily, nobody got caught. Then on top of that, the guys who were in on it, they were more or less looked down on, guys making remarks behind their backs.”

“But you’re okay with me,” I said.

“It’s you and me, nobody to spread stuff around about me,” he said, then added with a smile, “And after seeing that shit happening on the ship, I have to admit, I am curious.”

I was pulling on his cock, bringing it to full erection, and gently squeezing his heavy balls. “Fuck, this is a nice cock,” I said.  I let go of it and it stood out at an upward angle, quivering. 

“I think it likes you, too,” he said.

I leaned down and took it in my mouth

“Ohhh, Fuck, that is so nice!” he moaned softly.

I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, all I could take of it, and added my tongue to the action around the wide-rimmed, spongy head. He had a big cockhead and it spread out even wider when it pressed against the back of my throat. It had a wide, thick rim, too. It was going to spread my throat when I managed to get it through the opening, but that didn’t deter me. He wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. The shaft was thick, too, with bulging veins that gave it an added touch of virility. It took me several tries but I managed to force my mouth down on the shaft far enough to push the head through the opening of my throat.

“Awww, fuck, that’s tight!” Travis gasped. “Aww, Mann, that’s tighter than pussy.”

Yeah, I could feel his big cock was stretching my throat out; he was the one causing it to feel so tight. I forced the head in and out of my throat a dozen times till the muscles were stretched enough to push deeper without gagging.  The thick, gristly rim felt great pulling back out of my throat. It scraped along the sides like a cleaning rod, causing me to think it was going to feel great in my ass. I worked my way further down the shaft, contracting and relaxing my throat muscles in exaggerated swallowing, milking movements much like a python swallowing its prey

“Man, if I wasn’t watching with my own two eyes I wouldn’t believe it,” he said.

I eased back off his cock and drool ran off of my chin.  “That is a real hunk of meat,” I said.

“Shit, but you were taking it. I don’t see how you do that.”

“I haven’t done it yet,” I said.

“Are you gonna swallow it all, for sure?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. That was just practicing,” I said.

“You’ve got a ways to go,” he said doubtfully.

“When I get to the bottom I’m gonna hold it there for a minute to get used to it, then you can start fucking my throat,” I told him.

“Aww, shit, that sounds so hot!”

“One thing.”

“Sure.”

“When you get ready to cum, I want it in my mouth not in my throat,” I said.

“You want me to cum in your mouth?” he asked, still not believing.

“Did you have something else in mind to do with it?” I asked.

“No, Fuck no, if that’s where you want it, that’s where I’ll put it. Gladly.”

“Okay, here we go, all the way down….the whole enchilada.”

“More like a burrito,” he said, laughing.

I went back down on his cock, taking more than half of his eight plus inches. I made a gagging sound when the head went into my throat but I didn’t choke. I pressed on, taking him deeper and deeper, working my lips down the shaft till I could feel his hairs. Then I plunged downward to swallow the final inch or so. I pressed my face into his hairy groin and smashed my chin against his high-and-tight balls. I felt his groan in his stomach and heard him gasp; it sounded like he choked on it. Finally, he was able to let it out.

“Ohh! Goddd!” he cried softly. He gaped down at our juncture. “Fuck, that is such an awesome sight! My cock has fuckin’ disappeared!” He felt the sides of my throat as if he were searching for his cock.  “Oh, Man, I can feel it in there,” he exclaimed.

I held him like that for a long time, working my throat muscles around the entire length of his cock, milking and massaging his cock orally.

“Ohhh….Awwhhh….Ohh, yeah, I love the way you do that,” he moaned.

I knew I was good, but Travis appreciated my talents and techniques more than most, which made me wonder just how much his girlfriend was, or wasn’t, putting out for him. He was all over the place, writhing and squirming and thrashing his body around so that sometimes it was hard for me to stay on his cock. He was one big bundle of excitement, so much so that I wasn’t even warned when he was ready to go off.  He just suddenly exploded in my mouth. I mean he exploded, so hard that I almost reached for his balls to make sure they were still there and intact. The stuff spurted and splattered against the back of my throat in huge ropes, and I could tell it was thick. Along with the bulk of his cockmeat, he quickly filled my mouth and I had to start swallowing. He came like a fuckin’ stallion. His fresh, warm man-syrup tasted good.

“Damn, guy, how long have you been saving that?” I asked, finally rising up with a deep breath and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and still swallowing.

“Three or four days. My girlfriend has been away and I try not to jack off when she’s gone. I like to save it for her.

“That was a load and a half….maybe a double,” I said.

“Yeah, it felt like I let loose with both barrels,” he said. “It was awesome. You really know how to do it.”

“Thanks, you’re a great inspiration,” I said. I leaned down and licked up more cum that was boiling out of his cock, then milked his cock to draw it all out.  I cleaned him up good then laid his cock on his stomach.

“Shit, you really like the stuff,” he remarked.

“Yes.”

“That was incredible.  Thanks,” he said.

“I would really like to have you stay the night in here with me but I can’t with the boy coming home,” I said.

“When will he be home?”

“I don’t know, but we can hear him come in. We just can’t fall asleep and have him catch us in bed together,” I said, as I caressed his muscles. “Damn you are nice….great body, awesome cock.  Do you mind if I have my hands on you like this?”

“No, not at all. Glad you appreciate my body,” he said.

I enjoyed his body for a long time, and he enjoyed me admiring his muscles.

“Do you think you might want to get together again sometime?” I asked. “I know, I sound like I’m making a reservation.”

“Fuck, yeah. Anytime you’ll have me,” he said.

“I’ll have you anytime you can get off,” I said. “Look, I don’t wanta freak you out, but next time, or some time, do you think you would like to fuck me?

“Oh, Wow! Fuck, I don’t know, I….yeah, I would. I watched that other guy getting it and I’ve always been curious about how it would feel, to stick my cock in a guy’s ass.”

“Now’s not a good time, the boy could be home anytime, but I would like to show you how it feels when we can,” I said.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/27/15 rp