A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 45
The Young Male Escorts 

As Jason approached his eighteenth birthday my emotions ran amuck. One day I could hardly wait for him to be eighteen, the next day I told myself it didn’t matter what age he was. On those days I had to convince myself all over again that my relationship with the boy would continue to be strictly platonic. But deep down I knew better. There were times when I had to wonder what the fuck did being eighteen matter anyway. No one would know. Jase wouldn’t go around telling anybody and he wouldn’t go running to the authorities if I tried something with him. Hell, he had invited me to have sex with him and eighteen didn’t matter shit to him.

I didn’t know what was the matter with me.  I was suddenly obsessing over the boy, and that could only be because he would soon be of legal age, which was, ironically, somewhat of a threat to me. Not so it showed, but I was being torn up inside.

I didn’t have Travis’s phone number at Wright Patterson; he had mine but he hadn’t called in some time. Finally, out of some sense of desperation I dug up an old gay newspaper out of my trunk and found the ads for male escorts. I’d hired an escort only once before and it had been a terrific time, but I just never had the need again.  There was sex about anywhere I looked but it was with men closer to my age and none of it satisfied the urges I had for Jase.

I called the agency I’d used before and when the guy asked what kind of company I was looking for, I replied, “Young,” without hesitation. “The younger the better--legal, of course--smooth, well built, cute, and hung would be nice.”

The guy was very helpful. He told me about two boys he had available. “You said you wanted young….Jamie just turned eighteen two weeks ago. He’s still in high school, in fact. He has a muscular build, not too bulky, smooth, very nice butt--I mean, an ass to die for--still more cute than handsome, he looks more like he’s sixteen.  He is very well hung. Seems like the young guys are all well hung these days; must be something in their diet.  He’s eight inches, and thick. He’s friendly but a little shy, just learning to be versatile. I say that because I think he’s struggling with his sexuality. He likes to think of himself as a straight top but I know with the right guy, someone who will take control, he’ll bottom easy.”

“Then I have Justin. He’s also eighteen, also still in school; in fact, he’s a friend of Jamie’s, but he’s a little less mature. The two boys cooked up the idea of escorting themselves out to make some easy extra money.  He’s very muscular, he lifts weights. Rugged good looks, and a little bigger in the cock department even than Jamie.  He’s okay with his sexuality. Says he’s straight--he’s got a girlfriend--but I know he’ll bottom for the money without letting it get in the way of his straightness.  I’ve heard that from clients. He’s confident in who he is.”

 “You give me a hard choice,” I said, but I was already leaning toward Jamie because he sounded more like Jase.

“Either one of these boys would fulfill your fantasies of having a ‘son’ in bed,” he said.

“What made you think I was looking for a son?” I asked.

“Most men your age who ask for younger guys are looking for a dad-son experience,” he said.

“Well, I think I’ll take Jamie,” I told him without confirming his guess.

“You won’t be disappointed.  Is this an in or out call?  We have a four-bedroom apartment if you would like to come here. Or he can come to your home or hotel.”

“No, I was thinking a motel,” I said.

“That’s fine. Which motel?”

I gave him the name of the motel and set up a time. I told him I would call back with the room number when I got checked in.

“Might I suggest something to double your pleasure,” the man said. “These two boys have worked together on several occasions.”

I thought about it for moment but decided against it. We set it up with Jamie for later that evening.  I was suddenly excited, but with a twinge of guilt that I was leaving Jase at home to go have sex with another teenage boy just months or weeks older than him, and that I would pretend was him.

I got checked in and made the call. Jamie called back to my room to confirm and said he would be there in a half hour. I flushed out and showered and put on some good smelling body splash. I fiddled with the lights.  I didn’t want the lights on but I didn’t want it too dark either. I wanted us to be able to see each other. I finally settled on the bathroom light with the door partially closed.  I walked around outside and waited.  Nearing the half hour mark I went back inside to wait. I peered out the window at the sound of every car but they all drove past. Finally, one slowed down then turned to park right in front of my door. I let the drapes close and rushed to peer through the peephole. His features were somewhat distorted but his stature and looks were that of a teenager.  I waited for his knock then opened the door.

There stood a boy that was more gorgeous than handsome. He was about my height, maybe a hundred fifty pounds, very well put together, wearing a pair of faded jeans and a dark blue knit shirt. There was a trace of innocence in his eyes that belied his reason for being there.

“Are you Brad?” he asked cheerfully.

“You must be Jamie,” I said, putting out my hand. He had a good grip, and impressive arms. I stepped aside to let him in and my eyes fell to his butt that the man had described. The man was right; the boy certainly filled out the back of his jeans.

“They said you were looking for a younger guy. I hope I fill the bill for you,” he said.

“Yes, and yes you do,” I said.  “The man assured me you were eighteen,” I added for good measure, because he was also right about the boy’s looks; he looked more like sixteen, except for the way he was built.

“Three weeks ago.”

“I didn’t much care at that point.  I didn’t know if I could have turned the boy out if he’d proven to be younger. He was just that cute and built and desirable, and I kept thinking about what Dave had said he was carrying between his legs.

“So, I like to ask up front, what do you like to do?  I’m pretty much a top, but I like to make my partner happy,” he said.

So he was leaving it open; he was saying he would bottom for the money, just like Dave had said. “I like to just see what develops,” I said.

“Fair enough,” he said.

“But one thing I definitely want to do is get you out of those clothes,” I told him.

“Do you want me to strip down, or do you want to do it for me?” he asked.

I smiled, remembering that Dave had said the boy was shy; he wasn’t acting shy with me. I stepped up to him and tugged his shirt out of his jeans.

“Oh, so you wanta strip me naked,” he said, smiling.

“Something like that,” I said as I pulled his shirt off over his head.  “Nice chest.  Great abs,” I added as I punched him in the chest and stomach.

“You can hit me harder than that,” he said, tightening his stomach. His muscles stood out like a plate of armor.

I punched him again. It was like hitting solid rock, but the impact of my fist staggered him.

“Damn, you are solid as a rock.  Damn nice shoulders and arms, too,” I said as I felt his shoulders and squeezed his arms. Then I went for his belt.  “Let’s see what the bottom half looks like.”

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed,” he said. “I’m hung better than most of my friends, except for Justin.  He’s got about a half inch on me.”

“But Justin isn’t here and you are,” I said as I shoved his jeans down and went to my knees to remove them.

“Yeah, we have a friendly competition, keeping track of who gets the most repeat calls,” he said as he stepped out of his sneakers for me to take his jeans off. I laid his jeans aside and stared at his shorts.

“I like your shorts,” I said as I brushed my hand over the sizeable bulge.

“Thanks."

“You really fill them out.”

“Keep doing that, I’ll rip them out,” he joked.

I kept it up till his shorts were tented then pulled them down off his hips. They caught on his cock and I had to pull them nearly to his knees before his cock sprung free, nearly hitting me in the face.

“Damn, that’s a lethal weapon,” I said, rearing back. “My Godd!”

“I take it you’re not disappointed, then,” he said.

“Are you kidding? Not at all. Damn, that is impressive!”

"So are you," he said.  "Do you want to role play?"

I gave him a questioning look.

"Dave said you might want to play dad and son."

"No, that's not necessary," I said.  "I do have a son about your age.  But we don't have that kind of relationship."

“Listen, I got the impression from Dave that you like younger guys. I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” he said as he was digging out his wallet. He took out his license and handed it to me.  “I’m only sixteen. I got hired by Dave using a fake ID. I don’t know if that makes any difference; I just hope you don’t kick me out because I’m underage.”

“It makes a huge difference.  You just earned a bigger tip.”   

I had it in my mind that I would take my time and make love to the boy, as I imagined I would with Jase, but that was before he arrived and I had him stripped naked. Now I couldn’t wait; I couldn’t be bothered with love or even foreplay.  I pulled his cock down and took it in my mouth. It was a nice fit. A full fit. I loved it when a cock distended my mouth. As I sucked him I urged him back on the bed. He sat down and lay back, sprawled with his legs wide apart.  I rose up over him and when I leaned down, he thrust his cock in my mouth. I rose up from it.

“I’ll take it all, just give me a minute to work my way down on it,” I said.

“Sorry.”

“That’s okay, I know you’re anxious,” I said.

“You’re good,” he said.

“I’ve hardly done anything yet.”

“You use a lot of tongue, I like that,” he said.

“How would you like for me to use my tongue in your ass?” I asked.

“Sure, I’d like to try it; I never had anybody do that to me before.  Justin says it’s awesome,” he said.  “He told me, always be clean inside just in case somebody wanted to try it.”

I looked at him with a surprised scowl. “No kidding, nobody’s ever done that to you? You’ve got an awesome butt. How long have you been doing this?”

He suddenly turned shy. “This is only my fifth time out,” he admitted. “And one of those times I went with Justin for a three way.”

“Well, Justin is right, let me show you,” I said. I lifted his smooth, muscular legs and shoved them toward him. He clasped his hands under his knees and held them to his chest, spreading his butt wide. I knelt down at the side of the bed and buried my face in his ass.  His ass cheeks were smooth and the cleft was nearly hairless and I could see his pucker hole was clenching anxiously, as if it knew what I was about to do. I blew my hot breath in the valley between them then began licking the inner slopes of his butt muscles.

“Ohh,” he moaned softly. His moan came louder as I dragged my tongue across his hole. “OOhhh!” He pulled his legs tighter to his chest, but his butt was already spread as wide as it would go. He kept moaning as I feasted on his delectable butt. 

When I saw his asshole was loosening up I dug my fingers hard into the rim and pulled it wide open, exposing the soft, pinkish inner lining just past the rim.  I flicked my tongue around the rosy pit, then just as he let out his first gasp of surprised pleasure, I drove my tongue deep inside him.

“AAAwwhhhh! Awww, Fuck!  Fuck, what’re you doing!” he cried out.  “Oh, shit!….Ohh, Fuck, Justin was so right! Fuck, man, eat it!….eat my ass!”

His ass was open and begging. I swirled my tongue around deep inside the satiny folds of his inner ass and flicked it back and forth, in and out, using my tongue as a tiny cock. He went nuts; crazier than I expected. Within a couple of minutes, he lost his load. From his surprised, moaning cries, I think I knew he was coming before he did. I smashed my face hard into his butt and drove my tongue up inside him hard and deep and the muscles of his ass squeezed and palpitated around my tongue as his body convulsed with his climax.

I continued to tongue him as he came down from it and gasped for air through tiny whimpers of aftershocks.  Finally he let go of his legs and they fell across my shoulders. I nuzzled my face into his crotch and licked his perineum and his balls.

“Are you okay, boy?” I asked, my voice muffled by his balls.

“Oh, Godd, I don’t know,” he gasped.  “Fuck, what just happened?” he asked, laughing.

“I don’t know but I think you got your nut big time,” I said. I stood up with his legs on my shoulders, then bent over him, bending him in half and kissed him. He was so fuckin’ cute, lying there streaked with his own cum, that I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t lick up his cum but I got some in my mouth when I kissed him.

“Mannn, Justin was right. I never shot off so hard in my life,” he said, still breathless.

“Looks like you delivered a pretty good load,” I said. I rose up, letting his legs down on either side of me. I put my hand down to pull him up.

“Damn, that was too quick; I never gave you your money’s worth,” he said.

“Yes, you did,” I said.

“I’m not going to charge you,” he said.

“You can’t do that, can you?  You work for an agency.”

“I’ll tell them I couldn’t get a hardon,” he said.

I laughed. “Yeah, like anybody’s gonna believe that.”

“Okay, just the agency fee, then,” he said.

“How about the full fee and you stay the full hour and a half. I bet we can get that big cock of yours rock solid again.” I pulled him to his feet. “Come on, let’s go shower.”

In the shower together, he said, “You’re a really nice man.”

“Just wanta be fair to both of us,” I said as I took the soap from him and began washing his back and shoulders.  "You talk a lot about Justin.  Almost makes me wish he was here too."

"I could call him, see if he's free."

"Wouldn't I have to call the agency?" I asked.

"No, if he's free he could just come over.  We wouldn't tell Dave."

Remembering how Dave had described Justin--very muscular, rugged good looks, big cock, straight but he would bottom--I didn't have to think about it very long.  "Okay, call him," I said.

He went to dial the phone.  “Do you want him to come in costume?”

“Costume?”

“We do that sometimes, didn’t Dave tell you?”

“No, he never mentioned anything about costumes.”

“I should’ve asked you when I made the call back,” he said.  “We’ve both got several outfits; farm boy, cowboy, construction worker, football player.”

“Football player.”

Jamie had told him the room number and that the door would be unlocked but when he arrived he knocked and waited.  I had Jamie answer the door.

"I wanted to make sure I had the right room," he said as he came in.  "Hi," he said to me.

He was wearing a football helmet which he took off when he came in the room, shoulder pads with a cut-off jersey, heavy sneakers and lace up practice shorts.  Actually the shorts were football pants that had been cut off mid-thigh. It was hard to look at him in any way but the sum of his parts; I took him in one visual swoop then went back to look again, taking in his parts.  His thighs were massive, the muscles leaping as he walked and his calves were well rounded and hard looking. A couple of layers of rock hard, tanned abs bulged and rippled beneath the cut-off jersey.  Shoulder pads always make those guys look broad in the shoulders but judging from his upper body overall, his didn’t need much help.  His upper arms were thick and well defined and his forearms rippled with sinewy muscle.  Even his hands and fingers were muscular.  I was especially impressed with his thick, muscular neck. He looked like a college jock.  Yes, Justin was everything Dave said he was, and more.  From the way Jamie looked at his friend, he thought so too.

"I hope we didn't interrupt anything, calling you on such short notice," I said.

"Naw, I wasn't doing anything important."

"I've heard that before….you were dicking some girl, weren’t you?" Jamie said, laughing.

"Yeah, but she wasn't important," Justin joked.

"Well, come on, get out of your uniform, he wants to see what he's paying for," Jamie told him.

Justin looked at me….he was still holding his football helmet under one muscular arm….and I caught his message.

“I think I would like to do that for him,” I said as I took the helmet and put it on the dresser.   “….if that’s okay.”

“Be my guest,” Justin said holding out his arms.

I took his jersey off of him first and got a whiff of good smelling deodorant or body splash and clean maleness when he lifted his arms, and a good glimpse of his hairy armpits.  Not being a jock I wasn’t sure about the shoulder pads but he sensed that and guided me in opening the Velcro closures.  He ducked out of them when I lifted the pads off. I was right, the pads were strictly for protection; his shoulders didn’t need any help.  His chest was broad and thick, like two slabs of steak, with darker tan aureoles inset with large, turgid nipples.  He had a nice growth of hair across his chest, circling his tits, and a narrow trail of dark hair leading down the center of his abs that plunged into his practice shorts.

I couldn't believe my good fortune as I removed Justin’s uniform.  I knelt down to remove his shoes, leaving his socks on, leaving him in his homemade practice shorts.  He let me fumble with the laces in the shorts.  I had to tug on the legs, first one then the other, to work them down his massive thighs. The shorts down to his knees, his lace-up jockstrap became exposed.  I pulled the pants off and Jamie took them and I dropped to both knees in front of the god-like teenager.

My hands trembled as I started undoing the laces of his jock that were already loose.  He brushed my hands away.

“Use your teeth,” he said.

I was taken aback that he was telling me what to do but I welcomed his boldness. Surprisingly, Jamie moved up to hold my hands behind my back. I’d already loosened the laces but it was tedious and awkward, pulling the laces through the holes. I didn’t mind.  It was exciting and the smell of him was intoxicating.

I opened the jock to expose the thick bush of dark hair that spread around his manhood that bulged in the pouch of the jockstrap.  I didn’t pull it down right away.  With a huge undergear/jockstrap fetish I was mesmerized by this garment.  It was dull white, like it never got quite clean in the wash; it looked old and worn. I pressed my face against it and brushed my face back and forth against the bulge. Then I pressed my face against the bare flesh I’d exposed.  His hair tickled my nose. 

“This is awesome,” I said, looking up at him.  “I love this jockstrap.”

“I’m glad you like it.  I do too.  It’s comfortable.  And I admit, a little sexier than the regular ones,” he added with a handsome grin.  “I like the lace-up better than the standard jocks.”

“I think they created this style especially for guys like you,” I said.

“Definitely,” Jamie put in.

"Dave told me you were a senior in high school," I said.  "Are you sure you're not a college senior?"

"He hears that a lot," Jamie said, laughing.

"Nope, high school.  My body matured faster than my brain," he said.

“I told him my real age,” James said.

“I’m glad you’re okay with it,” Justin said.

I could hardly wait to see in the flesh what he had packed in his jockstrap.  There was no cup, the bulge was all him. I was anxious yet I loved the anticipation. Jamie wasn’t letting go of my hands and I took it that I was expected to pull the jock down with my teeth.  It was tedious as well, tugging on one side then the other as I exposed more and more of his manhood.  Such a slow process and I was up so close, I studied his cock and watched it slowly expand. I was so hungry for it and I wanted it in my hands.

“Please, let me use my hands,” I said.

Jamie looked up at his buddy.  He nodded and Jamie let go of my hands.

I kneaded the mighty bulge with both hands then pressed my face against it and he pressed back. He put one hand around my head and pressed harder. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and began tugging the garment the rest of the way down off his hips. I breathed in the wonderful male-musk smell of him and felt the warmth of his manhood on my face as more and more of it was exposed. I must have gasped when I pulled the shorts down enough for his cock to be freed, because Jamie said, "I told you."

"You told him what?" Justin asked.

"That you're hung like a pony," Jamie said.

"You're the pony, I'm a stallion," he bragged.

"A measly half inch more don't make you a stallion," Jamie joked.  "A stud, maybe but not a stallion."

"Close enough,” I said. “Fuck, I'm not kicking either of you out of bed," I said as I ran my hands up across his hairy chest and hefted his cock in my other hand.  It was heavy, and thick.  I imagined the head was going to swell out the size of a baseball.  "I was told that you boys would bottom for the right guy and the right price," I said as I helped Justin out of the jockstrap and laid it aside. 

Justin glared at Jamie.

"I didn't tell him that, Dave did," Jamie said defensively. 

"It’d be great if just one of you would bottom," I said.

Justin looked at Jamie again.

"Okay, I'll do it," Jamie said.

"What do you want me to do?" Justin asked.

"I would like you to fuck me while I'm fucking Jamie," I said. I glanced at Jamie to get his reaction; we had not talked about him being fucked and it didn’t look like he was going for it.

"That'll work," Justin said, stroking his rubbery cock.

“Wait!” Jamie said. “I didn’t mean that kind of bottom. I….I’ve never done that before.”

“Did you flush out like I told you?” Justin asked.

“Yes, and you were right about that; it was awesome when he ate my ass.  But…..’

“Then you’re ready,” Justin cut in.

“No, I….I c-can’t… I meant I would bottom by doing oral. Have you…. Ever done it, that kind of bottoming?”

“Yeah.”

“I know we’ve both done oral, I meant…..”

“Yeah, that too,” Justin said.

“You have?!?!”

“Yeah, I thought I told you.”

“No, I would’ve remembered something like that,” Jamie said.

“It might hurt a little at first but then, hold to the top of your head ‘cause it’ll feel like it’s gonna blow off.  It’s awesome.”

The boys worked it out. I think I wanted to fuck Jamie simply because he was more like Jase, and I wanted it even more now that I knew he was virgin.  Justin was the more manly one and I wanted him to fuck me.  I kept them busy for nearly two hours.  Jamie was an awesome fuck and I let him have his turn fucking me. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Jase.  The finale was a rough and rousing double fuck that damn near tore my ass up.  The two boys earned their money, and I paid them well.  I paid Justin a bonus for his jockstrap, imagining how Jase would look in it.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/27/15 rp