A Marine Called Jason by Peter

A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

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Chapter 52
Transcending

It was pouring down rain; the boiling dark clouds made good their threat shortly after we went to bed, delivering a storm of majestic proportions. It was the worst storm I could remember in years. Thunder rattled the windows and the rooms lit up with bolts of lightning. It sounded downright fearsome. I was disgruntled because I’d been drawn out of my dream fantasy of how it might be with Jase. It had already happened—we’d had sex together—but I was dreaming about a fantasy first time where I would walk into Jase’s workout room and find him stretched out on the workout bench in nothing but his jockstrap, doing bench presses and I would walk in and stroke his thighs, admiring his muscles, then move my hand to the pouch of his jockstrap and release his cock. Then I would stand astraddle the bench and ride down on his cock.

I didn’t know why but I was prompted to get up and go check on Jase. He was probably too old to be afraid of storms, but I didn’t know. If he was afraid, I didn’t want him to be afraid alone. He wasn’t in his room. I went downstairs but he was nowhere to be found. Where the hell had he disappeared to? Surely, he wasn’t out in it. He would know that was dangerous, with the lightning. Or would he? I went through the house again but didn’t find him, so I went back upstairs to put some clothes on to try to find him. I stopped off at the bathroom, and there he was, standing naked in the dark. The large octagonal window was opened and he was looking out, his face right in the opening.

“Jase?”

He turned his head and in the light of a lightning flash, I saw his eyes were wet.

“Jase, Son, are you all right?” I asked.

“We had these all the time, back home,” he said as he turned his face back to the window. “I hated it, especially the monsoon season. The Cong used the cover of storms to move. They hated us, you know, little kids with American blood. I was scared of them. I was just seeing if I was still scared.”

I well remembered the storms but I, as a US Marine in Saigon, didn’t have to concern myself so much with the Viet Cong. It was the first time I’d heard Jase refer to Vietnam as “back home” and it gave me a little jolt. I moved up behind him, close enough that I could feel his body heat, but without touching him, till I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Are you still scared?” I asked.

“Not….as much,” he said, hesitantly. “I feel safe here.”

“Do you? Really? Because if you’re still scared, even a little bit….it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I said. I hesitated then went on. “Look, I know you’re eighteen, Jase, but you can sleep the rest of the night with me if you want,” I said.

He didn’t say anything for a moment and he didn’t look around at me. I thought he was lost in his thoughts, and I decided to leave him to them, to face down the fears that might still linger. I waited a moment longer then squeezed his shoulder.

“Good night, Jase,” I said, and left him alone.

In my room I left the lamp on, as a beacon if he decided he wanted to come to my bed. I had not meant anything sexual by it, but now, I was having those thoughts. A few minutes later I heard the window being closed and then he appeared at my door. I moved over to the side of the bed and he came on in.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked.

“Of course.”

He crawled in beside me and I lifted the lightweight blanket over us. He lay apart from me, on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

“I hope you don’t think I’m acting like a baby,” he said. “I’m really not as afraid as I used to be….I….had to tough it out by myself at the orphanage, because I was the oldest one there.” He laughed. “Couldn’t very well go crawling into bed with the nuns, could I? I had to act brave and calm the little ones down, but I was as scared as they were. One time part of the roof came off right over us and we got soaked.”

He was telling me things I didn’t think he wanted to remember, and I thought that the storm had brought those things to the surface and he was still more afraid than he wanted to let on. I moved onto my side and put my arm across his waist. He was shaking. I moved closer, up against him.

“You’re not acting like a baby, Son,” I said. “You’re just facing things from your past, like any adult would do.”

“Are you afraid of storms, Dad?” he asked.

I still wasn’t used to him calling me Dad, and when he did I sensed that it was partly so I would call him Son.

“No. Actually, I like thunderstorms. I like to go out in them if there’s no lightning. But I didn’t have your experiences. There’s a big difference in being afraid of thunder storms and being afraid of the Cong using those storms to their advantage.”

He laid his arm across mine. “I’m glad you understand me,” he said.

“I try, but I’m not still completely sure what makes you tick,” I said with a smile.

“Sometimes I’m not sure either. Maybe we’ll figure me out together,” he said.

After a few minutes I felt his growing cock swing around and brush against my arm. I laid my hand on it and it throbbed with appreciation.

“I think I’ve got this much of you figured out,” I said jokingly, squeezing his cock.

I played with his cock for a while then rose up and leaned down over him to suck it. He moaned softly and laid his arm across my upper back. I barely noticed at first that his hand had moved down my back to my butt. I moved around to make it more available and he explored freely and soon began rubbing my asshole with his spit-slick fingers. It felt good, and I sensed that he wanted more than my mouth on his cock. As much as I longed for it, I had never pursued it, except in my mind, and I wasn’t prepared. I hated to interrupt what we were doing but I raised my head and looked up at him.

“Jase….do you want to fuck me?”

His eyes met mine with such intensity as he replied, “I sure wouldn’t mind….if you’d let me.”

I smiled, almost laughed. Let him? Godd, how I longed for it!

“Give me a minute, I’ll be right back,” I said as I rose up and stepped back off the bed. I went into the bathroom to prepare myself, and while I was there I lubed up my ass so there wouldn’t be even the slightest interruption. I returned to the bedroom to find Jason sprawled over the bed, stroking his cock. I paused at the doorway just to look at him; for a moment I was frozen in time. My Godd, I was looking at Jason! And this was room 238 at the Trent!

Jase smiled at me and his youthfulness shone through and I was brought back to the reality of my own bedroom. I approached the bed, and set my knee into the mattress.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“Maybe you could ride me, starting out,” he said, waving his huge cock around. “I like that position. Then we can change and do it in any position you want.”

Yes, I thought, on my back; I wanted to be dominated by this young stud. But first I would ride him. I stepped up on the bed and straddled his hips. I lowered myself till I felt my asshole come to rest on the blunt head of his cock.

“I don’t know how I compare with other guys you’ve been with, but take it as easy as you need to,” he said hoarsely.

“You’re big, by any comparison,” I said. I braced myself for the initial impalement. My asshole began to spread open, wide, stretched unmercifully by the bulbous head, then it suddenly burst apart as he entered me, to the accompaniment of a loud burst of thunder and lightning. I took in a slow, quiet breath and let my weight carry me down.

“Godddd!” I gasped softly.

“Raise up if you want,” Jase said.

I shook my head vigorously, sucking in short breaths to help suck up the pain. It wasn’t unbearable, but it hurt--he was so big--but I wasn’t going to be a wimp about it. I barely hesitated before I began to ride down on the tall shaft of meat.

“Ohhhh, Daaddddd!” he moaned loudly as I lowered myself onto his manhood.

I didn’t stop till he was all the way up inside me, quivering and throbbing violently.

“Oh, Dad….I can’t believe you’re letting me do this. Ohh, it feels so good,” he whispered, his voice quivering with excitement.

I sat hard on his loins and twisted my butt around to settle firmly onto his huge cock. Then I reached out and put my hands on his broad, thick pecs. In that moment, had it not been for the harsh lightning, but only the dim lamplight, I might have been back in room 238, and this magnificent man under me might have been young Jason Seaborne. But this young man lacked the toughness in his face, and the hard lines of battle; and he was calling me Dad.

“I’m not letting you do it, Jase,” I said. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

The first time with him shouldn’t have been riddled with thoughts and images of his father, but it was. I couldn’t help it. There was so much resemblance that overshadowed Jase’s youthfulness; his muscular body, his big cock, even the way he moved.

“You should have told me you wanted it,” he said.

He also had his father’s stamina and staying power. Easily a half hour later, we were still going at it with me still on top, and he asked me if I wanted to change positions. It was a rhetorical question, for he was already rising up, with his muscular arm around my waist, to change positions. He deftly eased me onto my back and was on top of me, as graceful as if the move had been choreographed. He brought my legs up to his shoulders and began fucking me again. He went in deeper this way and I groaned.

“Ohh, Goddd!” I cried out as he fucked me, tossing my head back.

“That okay this way?” he asked.

“Oh, Geezuss, Jase, you don’t know…..” I whimpered.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time too, I just wanta make it good for you,” he said. “And I think I can. I think you like it.”

He did, and I more than liked it. “Oh, Geezusss, I feel like I’m gonna black out,” I gasped.

I heard Jase laugh. It wasn’t funny; I was floating off, into blackness. He was fucking my lights out. I rose up and locked my arms and legs around him. “Ohh, Yess, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Son. Godd, yes, don’t stop!”

“Yeah, I can fuck your brains out, just like my real dad,” he said.

His words, bringing Jason in on it, jolted me. I clung to him and drank in the aroma of his fresh male musk from his new sweat. And I tasted him as beads of sweat fell from his forehead into my mouth. I leaned in and licked the sweat from his chest, and it drew back the taste of the war. My mind was playing tricks on me. I was somewhere between fantasy and reality, with foggy flashbacks clawing at my brain.

“Aww, your tongue feels good,” he moaned softly. His voice was deep and gruff and without looking up at his face I felt Jason over me.

I reached down to hold onto his lean hips that were thrusting and driving his magnificent cock in and out of me like a pile driver. I clasped his smooth, hard butt and held him in deep for a moment as I kissed him. It surprised him but he didn’t pull back from me. His cock bucked and throbbed inside me, to the rhythm of our lashing tongues. He whimpered as he kissed me back. Then he pulled back from my grip to go on fucking me.

“Ohh, Godd, Jason!…. Godd, don’t stop…. please, don’t stop, Son, I need you! I need you Jase, so bad!”

The thunder grew suddenly louder; deafening. But it was more in my head, because I could hear it in the distance as well, like an echo. And the lightning flashed so bright it stung my eyes, even though I had them closed. My head was spinning, and I felt myself spinning out of control as incoherent thoughts washed in and out of my brain, like someone was talking.

“You were wonderful, Jase.”

“How do you want it?” he asked.

“You know, if we just slept together…“

Stars danced on my eyelids and I trembled with the unbearable pleasure the boy/man was causing me. Was it a man or a boy on top of me? I couldn’t distinguish.

“On my back, with you on top,” I said.

It felt like his cock had doubled in size; I was choking on it, even though he was fucking me in the ass. Everything became more intense, inside and all around me.

“Your arm doesn’t make a very good pillow.”

“Was it me fucking you, or were you thinking of my father?”

Jase took on the image of a fierce warrior and I was his vanquished; his huge cock plunging steadily into my ass was penetrating my very soul!

“Ohh, Godd, Jason!”

“I want this for you, Dad.”

“I love you, Son.”

“I gotta cum!” I heard myself say. “Oh God….Oh, fuck me, Jase, harder, harder! I can’t stand it much longer, Jase, make me cum! Please!… Oh, Godd…. I feel like I’m going to explode!”

“It was you, Jase; it was you fucking me.”

“Dad!… Dad…. Don’t Leave Mmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

**********

“Don’t leave me! Stay with me, dammit!” The voice was stern, almost angry and I wondered why he was yelling at me that way.

Then somebody was smacking my face and I turned my head away.

“He’s awake!”

“What the hell are you smacking me for?” I tried to reach for the hand that was smacking me but I was immobile.

“See if you can locate Dr. Bernake. He needs to be here.”

“Are you going to stay with me? I won’t smack you any more if you promise to stay with me……..”

To be continued...

Posted: 03/06/15 rp