A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 46
Jase In School

I took Jase to school the first day to be sure that all his paper work was in order. We went to the office where the kind lady behind the desk asked another student to take Jase and show him around to his first classes. As it turned out, it was pretty much limited to orientation and purchasing books, and by ten o’clock we were on our way to buy school supplies.

“You can drive yourself to school tomorrow,” I told him. 

“The Jeep?” he asked excitedly.

“Yes, You can consider that your vehicle till further notice,” I said.

He was happy about that.

His second day went well, but the coach wouldn’t let him wear the Navy SEAL PT shorts or the T-shirt for gym class. Jase wasn’t happy about that.  He said if he was going to his dad’s old school, he was sure they would let him wear the shorts.  It made me sort of wish I’d settled in Jason’s home town so the boy could go to his old school. He made some new friends, though, in gym class.

“Listen, Jase, you be careful of any new friends you make in the locker room, some of them will wanta be your friend for only one reason,” I kidded him, laughing.

On Thursday of the first week of school, Jase didn’t come home on time. After well over an hour I was ready to go to the school and check on him. I didn’t want to cause him any embarrassment, but he needed to learn to call if he was going to be late.  I was just ready to go out the door when he pulled up.  I vowed that I would be firm, but not angry.  I was surprised when I saw him walking from the barn where he parked the Jeep; he wasn’t wearing his school clothes, he was wearing his tan pajama pants and a white T-shirt and sneakers, and carrying Jason’s athletic jacket. I didn’t realize he’d found it. I couldn’t help glancing at the front of his pants; thankful that he obviously had on a jockstrap that created a very impressive bulge, but the outline of his cock wasn't showing. I made a show of looking at my watch as he came up to the porch.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said.

“Sorry won’t cut it next time.  We had this conversation once, Jase. You call,” I said sternly.

“Yes, sir, I will. But before you ground me, let me explain.”

“Okay, what’s the delay getting home? Did you have detention or something?” I didn’t ask why he was wearing the pajama pants.

“No, I…..”  He took in a deep breath with his head down, then looked up at me.  I was standing on the porch, he on the bottom step.  “I didn’t go to school today.”

“You skipped school? Why?”

“Well, I went, but then I left after first period,” he said. “I went to visit my dad’s grave.  Then I went to his school.”

I was completely taken aback, so that I was unable to speak for a moment.

“I know I should have told you, and I should’ve called,” he said, apologetically, as he came up two more steps.

“No, it’s….it’s okay, Jase….this time,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I found his jacket in my closet the other day and I wanted to go back to his school, and wear it.  And I wanted to be who he was when he left Vietnam,” he said, tugging on the waistband of his pajama pants. 

“I apologize again for suggesting you get rid of them,” I said.  “Did you wear them to school?”

“Yes, I changed at school.  Everybody liked them.  The girls said they show off my butt.  Then the guys all wanted to know where they could get a pair.”

“Maybe you should start a business, that’s the second time somebody asked where they could get a pair,” I said.  When he didn’t go on, I prodded him.  “You were telling me about your day.”

“Yeah.  Well, I sat on his headstone and drank a Coke and talked to him. It’s the first time I ever did that….talked to him.  I’ve thought about him a lot, but I never actually talked to him.  It was weird, ‘cause it was like he was actually listening.  I could feel him listening.”

I smiled, choking down my own emotions because Jase was so at ease in telling me this. “I’ve done that,” I said.  “I used to go there and take two beers. I would drink one and leave the other one on his headstone.”  He smiled.  “You said you went to his old school?”

“Yes, I didn’t know if I should, or if they would even let me in, especially wearing these,” he said, looking down at his pants.  “But they did. A teacher stopped me in the hallway and I thought she might kick me out because I was wearing these pants but I told her who I was, and that I just wanted to visit my dad’s old school and she  took me to the office and I told them who I was and got me a pass. I was also wearing the jacket, and right away the office lady called the coach to see if he was busy and he came up to meet me.  He was real nice. He was pretty young, though. He showed me around the school, showed me the trophy case, and even took me down to the locker room and showed me Dad’s locker and his jersey and helmet and his old jockstrap.  I didn’t tell him I’d already been there and seen all of that; I didn’t want to spoil it.  Then he had me hang around till the bell rang and there was a PE class and guys started coming into the locker room.  We stayed in his office and several guys came in to talk to him about stuff, but I knew it was just to check me out, like they thought I was a new kid starting school. When they were all dressed for PE, the coach took me out into the locker room and introduced me to everyone.”

“I was a little embarrassed, but real proud. It was real neat. Everybody was real friendly, shaking my hand and everything. Seems like everybody knows about my dad. Then one of the guys said I should do PE class with them.  I didn’t have any gear, except I was wearing my dad’s jockstrap under my pants, but guys offered to loan me PE shorts.  So I did it.  When I was changing, I used dad’s locker. I hung his jacket in it and my clothes right alongside his jersey. It was a weird feeling, but a proud one.  I was about to pull on the PE shorts one of the guys had loaned me when he came around my locker door stopped me.  He said, ‘Huh-uh, take off your jockstrap.’  Then he took Dad’s jockstrap out his locker and handed it to me and told me I should wear it.  I told him I was wearing my dad’s jockstrap. It was a weird moment; he didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at me real funny.

“So this one isn’t his?” he asked. He sounded disappointed.

“I told him, ‘Yeah, it’s got his name in it, but this is the one he wore too, all the time he was in Vietnam.’.”

He said, ‘Wow! That’s awesome that you’ve got it.’  Then he laughed and said, ‘Looks like he about wore it out.’”

“I told him I didn’t wear it very often. He got real excited about the jock I was wearing and took hold of it by the waistband and turned me around and he said, ‘Hey, guys, this is the real Seaborne jockstrap.  His dad wore it all through Vietnam.’”

“It was weird the way guys gathered around to look at my dad’s jockstrap.”

“I expect some of them were more interested in what was in it,” I joked.

“Well, they wanted me to war the one hanging in my dad’s locker, to validate it, one of them said. So I did.  I know we don’t think it’s really his, but I imagined maybe he did wear it once or twice, and it was a good feeling putting it on, especially in front of those guys. They all stood around and watched me, like it was a sacred ritual of some kind.”

I laughed. “I expect some of them were watching you as more than a ritual,” I said.

He smiled, embarrassed again. “Well, yeah, there were a couple of remarks about how I filled out my Dad’s jock,” he said. “The coach said he wished I’d come to that school, and some of the guys did too.  Afterwards, I wasn’t going to shower because I didn’t have a towel, but everybody just assumed I would shower and a lot of them offered me towels.”

“I’ll bet they did,” I said. “You were their connection to a legend.”

“It was a great day. I think I made some new friends,” he said.

“Good.  I’m glad you went.”

“I got a couple of phone numbers, and I gave mine out, so I might be getting some phone calls. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call. You can ground me if you want.”

“Don’t worry about it.  I know you weren’t thinking about calling me,” I said, putting my arm around him as he came up on the porch.

“I felt really close,” he said.

“You’ll have good dreams tonight,” I said.

“I wore my old pants, and like that guy at the store said, guys wanted to know where they could get a pair,” he said, tugging on the waistband. “I gotta see if I can order some.  Some girls said I looked sexy in them.”

“Be wary of girls who say you look sexy,” I said, laughing.

“Wary….I didn’t learn that word. What does it mean?”

“Be suspicious of girls who say things like that; they just want your body.”

“They can have my body any time they want it,” he joked.

I got up and went over to the door to close it. Before I did I stepped out on the porch to look at the sky.

“Brad.”

I looked around to see him standing at the screen door, his face more serious, and I thought something was wrong.

“Brad, I didn’t tell you everything about today,” he said as he came out on the porch.

I gave him a curious scowl.

“I wanted to—I still want to—and I know I can because you said I could talk to you about anything, and I like telling you things about my life.”

“And I like hearing them. So why don’t you tell me,” I said as I sat on the railing, leaning back against the post.  He parked his butt on the railing.

“Well, the guy who loaned me the PE shorts and was showing off my dad’s jock to everybody in the locker room—his name was John--you were right, he was more than just interested in the legend of the jockstrap. He took me in tow and I sort of hung with him for the rest of the afternoon and when school let out we were walking to the parking lot, and when he saw me going towards my Jeep he wanted to have a look at it. I parked it way at the fartherest end so I wouldn’t taking up somebody’s regular parking spot, back under some trees. I told him to get in the driver’s seat. He said it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen on four wheels. I let him drive it.  I hope that was okay.”

“Yes, my insurance covers other drivers,” I said, thinking that was what he wanted to tell me.  But he went on.

“He asked if he could take it out on the highway.  I told him yeah, but not to speed. Well, he wasn’t interested in driving fast; he just wanted to drive us out of town.  He pulled into a lane and drove alongside a cornfield then made a sharp turn in behind the corn and turned off the motor. I asked him what he was doing.

“He said, ‘I’ll show you; just don’t freak out on me.’  He reached over and laid his hand on the front of my pants and said, ‘Seeing in your dad’s jockstrap was about the sexiest thing I ever saw. Could I have another look?’ 

“I was surprised but not stupid; I knew where it was headed.  I let him pull my pants down so he could have another look at the jockstrap, knowing he wanted more than a look. He started running his hand over and feeling me up and I started getting hard, naturally. Then he bent over and put his face against it. He started mouthing the pouch and I could feel it getting soaked with his spit, and I could feel his tongue through all the little holes and tears.  I didn’t want him to tear it any more so I told him to wait and I pulled the jock down, and then he went down on me. He devoured my cock and sucked my balls so hard they’re still sore. I swear, Brad, it was the best blowjob since Vietnam. There, I wanted to tell you that. Oh, and he asked if I could get him a pair of pants like I was wearing. So John might be calling.”

“I’m glad you did.  I think I’m jealous.”

“Really!  Jealous of me or him?”

“Both, I think.”

“You don’t have to be jealous, Brad; I told you that in the beginning.”

“I know, but I’ve kept my vow.”

“Who’d you make a vow to?” he asked.

“Myself.  Your father.”

“I think I know what you had with my dad. I don’t think he’d care if you had the same thing with me. It wouldn’t be the same, I know; you loved him…..”

“I love you, Jase,” I cut in.

“But not in the same way. Still, you could have part of what you had with him, if you wanted it.”

“Godd, you don’t know how bad,” I said huskily. I felt myself weakening.  If he said one more thing……

“You think you would be using me, like those other men.”

“No, not like those other men,” I said.  “But in a way, yes.”

“It wouldn’t be because I feel like I owe you.  You’ve made it clear that I belong here, and I feel that even without you saying it. Did you ever think it might be more me using you?”

“No, I never thought that,” I said.

“I’m still willing, Brad. Anytime you don’t feel guilty about it. Right now if you want.”  I instinctively look all around.  “We can see somebody coming up the lane,” he said. “Or were you looking for my dad?  If he’s watching and listening, and I’m sure he is, he wouldn’t care.”

“You make such a tempting case,” I said.

“But not strong enough,” he said, a little sad.

I stood up from the railing.  “If I regret this, it won’t be on you,” I said huskily as I moved over in front of him.

“I’ll do my best to make you not regret it.” He reached out and put his hands around my waist. “I want it as much as you do,” he said huskily.

I cupped my hand over the front of his pants as I started to my knees. He traces his hands down my sides as I went down, pulling my T-shirt up. When I was on my knees I lifted my arms for him to pull it off.

“My jockstrap is still wet,” he said.

I nodded and with a tiny whimper, I buried my face in his crotch and he placed his hands over my head.  I mouthed the front of his pants till they were soaked. He eased me back and rose up from the railing enough for me to pull his pants off his butt.  I pulled them down his legs and took them off.

“Ohh, Godd!” I whispered with emotion as I buried my face in the wet jockstrap.  I hadn’t felt such intense happiness since Jason. I could feel his manhood through the tiny holes with my tongue. I put my mouth over as much as the bulge as I could and chewed on it. He pushed the bulge of his manhood up into my mouth.   When I started to pull the jock off he lifted his butt again to assist.  His manhood tumbling free took my breath away.  I removed the jockstrap and held it over my face for a moment to breath in the musky aroma then I  handed it to him.  The sight of his cock coming alive almost was overwhelming.  I couldn’t wait. I bowed my head and scooped it up with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth, all the way to the root.  Privately, secretly, I wept with joy.

In seconds his cock was hard and throbbing, the head pushing against my throat. I held him like that with a lip-lock around the root and let it push its way through and slowly snake into my throat.

“Ohhh, fuck,” he moaned softly, smoothing his hand over my head.

Oddly, I made no pretense that this was Jason.  It was and it wasn’t; it was a combination of both he and his son, and I didn’t’ try to sort it out. I was simply too happy to try to make the distinction.  When his cock was pulsating in my throat I slowly pulled back till the head popped free. I could taste his precum as it dragged across my tongue.  Then I started sucking him.

“Ohhhh, fuck!” he moaned again, louder.

I sucked him with a reverence. I worshipped him.  I made love to his cock. It was the happiest moment I’d known in a long time.  That he was not of age mattered only in that he wasn’t. I wished I had not waited this long. He had offered himself; I should not have rejected him.  And I felt, now, that’s how he felt. I wanted to make it up to him.

After several minutes I moved from his cock to his balls and into his crotch. He spread his legs wider to give me room. I breathed in the musk of his sweat.  I looked up at him and said, “We can go upstairs if you want.”

“I like it out here,” he said.

I went back own on him.  I didn’t just suck his cock; I explored it.  The entire length; the thick girth, the shape of it, even tracing the bulging veins with my tongue. And always lapping up his wonderfully delicious precum.  I wondered what his cum would taste like.

“I want your load,” I said at one point, looking up at him.

“Yes. I want you to have it.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Without a word he leaned down with his face before mine. He tilted his head and our lips met. Gently at first, then pressing, and I felt his tongue first. It was a madly passionate kiss, surprising, I thought, for a boy so young.  His tongue found mine and sent chills all through me. 

When we broke he eased me back and cupped his hands in my armpits to bring me to my feet.

“You shouldn’t be on your knees for me,” he said, and with that he climbed up and stood on the rail.  It was a perfect position; I could stand with his cock squarely in front of me. I opened my mouth and clasped his butt in my hands and he drove his cock through my lips. I was thrilled that he was taking the initiative.

I sucked him for a very long time, and licked and kissed his balls and under and beyond them.  My tongue reaching his ass crack sent new chills through me and I wanted to turn him around but steadying himself with one hand, he kept one hand around my head, fucking my mouth. 

“I wanta cum,” he whispered. “Okay? Can I cum?” he asked, still holding my head in his hand. He was asking if he could cum in my mouth.

I nodded. I let him work himself up, waiting with great anticipation for his announcement, or some sign.  I got neither. He kept fucking my mouth with the same steady rhythm, till suddenly his cock exploded.  Even though I was expecting it, I was taken aback by the force and the volume. The stuff shot out and splattered against the back of my mouth. He quickly covered my tongue and gave me the exquisite taste of his semen. I choked with emotion and let him fill my mouth. I was amazed at how much he was cumming and wondered how long he’d saved it; if he had indeed saved it for this occasion.

I kept sucking him till his legs were trembling and he used both hands to steady himself.  I withdrew, milking his cock along the way and let it swing free against his thigh. I waited till I had helped him down and he was sitting on the railing again before I swallowed.

“I’m glad you did that,” he said.  “I wondered if you would.”

“Absolutely.  Always,” I said.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” I was aghast that he would be apologizing.

“For leaving you like that,” he said, nodding to my hardon. “It was selfish of me.  We should’ve gone upstairs.”

“No, Jase. No apologies. That’s the most wonderful thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.”

“Can we go upstairs?  I can’t do what you did for me, but I want to take care of it for you.”

“Only if you’re going to spend the night in my bed,” I said.

Upstairs, he said he needed to shower.

“No, I like the way you smell,” I said.

He shrugged and preceded me into the bedroom.

To be continued...  

Posted: 02/27/15 rp