A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 56
Back To Basic 

I recovered and got my strength back, thanks to Mitch, and with the help of Dr. Bernake and the counselors at the hospital, I was accepted to Airborne School at Fort Benning with a promise of sniper school at Camp Pendleton; all in exchange for an extension of my enlistment. I was more than willing to do that; I wanted to get back to Vietnam where Jason was. The people at the hospital said they couldn’t track Jason and he had not called the whole time I was there, and I feared I would lose track of him again.  Things were starting to come back, old memories of him and me.

The war was escalating so I knew Jason would be there, somewhere.  I would find him myself.  But I wanted to go back as more his equal. Not that I could match his courage and raw balls but for some odd reason, being in Intel always made me feel inferior, and he deserved better than that in a man, thus the reason I signed up for Airborne and sniper school.

I visited my brother and his family, in uniform, and told them my plans. My brother thought I was nuts. Hunter thought it was cool.  Melissa said I was a fox in my uniform, which embarrassed me.  Brian asked me to go for a walk with him.

“There’s something we need to talk about,” he said. “I’ve held off till I was sure you were going to be okay.  It’s about your inheritance.”

I stared at him. “Inheritance?”

“Yes. From Mom and Dad.”

“That never crossed my mind, that there would be an inheritance,” I said.

“More than I would’ve ever guessed. I had no idea they had accumulated so much,” he said. “The estate can be settled now that you’re able to handle your own affairs. But you will need a statement from your Dr. Bernake for the court.”

“That I’m sane?” I said, laughing.

“Something like that,” he said, and laughed with me.

“Sorry I held things up,” I said.

“That’s no problem; I wasn’t expecting anything like it anyway.”

“Anything like what?” I asked.

“With the sale of the house and the income that’s accumulated, it’s nearly eight hundred thousand.”

“Geezuss!  How did they manage to stash away that kind of money?”

“Dad made some wise investments, and you know how he kept the house up; it brought a good price,” Brian said. “There will be attorney’s fees and court costs, of course. You might want to start thinking about what you’re going to do with it, and where you’re going to put it.  I have a financial advisor if you want to talk to him.”

We walked a few more yards.

“Listen, since you’ve been handling things all along, would you mind if I asked you to keep on looking after my share?”

He stopped and stared at me.  “You want me to handle your finances?”

“You have been. And I’ve got other priorities,” I said, tugging on my uniform.

“You’re nuts, you know that….going back over there,” he said.

“I know.  But it’s something I have to do.”

“I know,” he said.

“Will you?” I asked.

“Okay. It’ll probably take another few months or so to get things settled,” he said.

“What’s another few months?” I joked.

“When are you leaving?” Brian asked.

“If you can put up with me for one more night…….”

“You’ve got a place here as long as you want.  I didn’t know it would be this quick. If we’d known.….we should’ve planned a going away party or something.”

“Naw, I don’t want the fuss.  I’m going out to have a few beers with the recruiter,” I said.

“Well, we were going out to dinner, to celebrate making the last payment on the car,” he said.  “But that’s not so significant.  Sure you won’t change your mind, we can still all go out and switch it to a going away dinner.”

“No. You go ahead, I’ll go ahead.  We’ll have a going away breakfast.”

"There are a lot of Mom and Dad's things I put in storage," he said.  "I thought we might go through them."

"Not now," I said.  "I don't know what I would do with everything anyway.  Can it wait?"

"Sure."

I tried to explain to Brian how things from my past had begun to creep back into my head and it was a task now to figure out which past they were from; the real one or the coma. I said it wasn’t important--that’s what I told Dr. Bernake--but it was now.  I had a hard time looking at Hunter, for example, remembering what emerged, with vague memories of what we had done together in my dream/coma.  I wondered what Hunter would think if he knew. I needed to get back into things military where my thoughts would be straight, and I thought a night out with a fellow Marine--the recruiter--would help get me started.

Hunter came out to the truck just as I was about to climb in, after his dad and I had said good-bye. I could tell he had something on his mind.

“Something I gotta tell you, Uncle Brad,” he said.  “I promised Melissa I would.”

I sat with my left leg slung out over the end of the seat.

“Okay.” I said, when he didn’t go on.

“It’s about Melissa,” he said.

It took about three seconds as he stammered around for it to soak in what he was going to tell me and my stomach did flip-flops.  I almost told him not to say it. I didn’t want him to put this on me.

“You know, don’t you?” he said.

“I think I do, so let’s don’t go there,” I said. It scared the hell out of me thinking they had gotten together.  But that wasn’t it.

“She thinks you’re hot,” he said.

“No,” I said. “No, don’t even go there. Ain’t gonna happen.”

“Well, it’s out there, and you know you can’t erase it from your mind. So if you wanta change your mind….I mean, you’ve only got tonight.”

“Good-bye, Hunter,” I said as I pulled my leg up in the truck and pulled the door shut. I drove away shaking my head, leaving Hunter standing there with that goofy smile on his face.  He didn’t even seem embarrassed that he’d told me.

I had a good night with the recruiter.  I thought I might, since he was the one who had suggest that we go out.  We went to his favorite bar and had a few drinks and talked about the Marines and the war.  We both had a buzz on and I waved him off when he tried to buy me another beer. 

“Got one I’m still nursing.  I’m driving,” I said. 

He went ahead and ordered another one which put him a little higher on the buzz meter.  I’d picked him up at work and I drove him back to the recruiter’s station to get his car. He said he had to go inside and take a piss. I told him I did too.  I lied but I figured I could work it up; he wasn’t steady on his feet and I was worried about him driving.  When I took the key from him to unlock the door I decided I wasn’t going to leave him in the condition he was in.

Inside, he removed his jacket and hung it up then half stumbled to the bathroom.  He came out fumbling with his fly and finally said, “fuck it,” and left it open. 

“You needed to take a piss,” he said, motioning to the bathroom.

I went in, leaving the door open as he had.

“Goddamn, sounds like a horse pissing in there,” he called out.

Coming out of the bathroom I saw a room in back with a cot and a chair and a cabinet with a coffee maker on it.

“Look, you’re not in any condition to drive, I’m going to make some coffee.”

“Be my guest.”

I went in the back room and he followed me, taking off his tie. 

“This is where I crash a lot of times,” he said as he began unbuttoning his shirt.  “Also where I sometimes audition the new recruits,” he added, jokingly.

I laughed with him, with a surge of new interest that manifested itself in my loins.  I almost asked him why I didn’t get an audition but I thought he might be referring to female recruits.  When I turned around from making the coffee, he was sitting on the cot struggling to get his pants off over his shoes.  I was relieved to know that he intended to spend the night there.

I bent down and pulled his shoes off.  He thanked me but stopped trying to get his pants off.  He flopped back on the cot with his pants in a tangle down around his knees.  I pulled them off of him and draped them neatly over the back of the chair.  I looked down at him lying there in his socks and T-shirt and briefs, fighting off the evil thoughts trying to creep into my head.  He was smaller in stature than me but he was built.  Broad, thick pecs pushed against the white material of his t-shirt, and a row of ab muscles were exposed where his shirt was pulled up.  I followed the short treasure trail from under his shirt to where it plunged into the waistband of his shorts.  His legs were hairy and tanned.  He was looking good.  But something prevented me from taking advantage of him.  But I decided to hang around and have some coffee.

The coffee maker hissed and spewed and sputtered as it was finishing up.

“Coffee ready?”

“I thought you were asleep,” I said.

“Naw, just waiting on the coffee,” he said as he dragged himself up to sit on the edge of the cot.

I poured us each a cup and handed him his without asking if he wanted anything it.

“How’d you know I liked it straight?” he said.

“Don’t all Marines like their coffee straight?” I said as I sat down in the chair.

“Marines like everything straight.  I know I do,” he said.  He took several loud sips.  “Thanks for getting me back.”

“No problem.  I had to bring you back to get your car.  I’m glad you’re staying here, though.”

“Are you straight, Courter?”

I was jolted by his question and I took an extra long sip of coffee to stall off an answer that I was trying to think of.

“Aren’t all Marines straight?” I said finally.

“Yeah, and I’m the pope,” he scoffed.

“What if I said I’m not straight, would that void my reenlistment?”

“Hell, no.  You would be surprised how many confused, un-straight recruits I’ve had back here.  This is where the interview, the real recruiting goes on.  It’s sort of funny how they stutter and stammer and squirm when I ask them if they’re straight.  They try to act like it’s because they’re surprised at me asking but I can tell if it’s that or if I’ve hit a nerve.”

I eyed him over the rim of my coffee up. “You said you like everything straight.  Are you straight?” I asked.

He laughed.  “Straight comes and goes.  It all depends on the recruit I’m interviewing.”

“What about this recruit?” I asked.

“Are you trying to get something started?” he asked with a sly grin.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing about you,” I said.  “Maybe I’ve got you at a disadvantage, already having military experience.  Let’s back up and pretend I’m one of those green, confused recruits.  How would the interview go?”

He smiled.  “You’re opening Pandora’s box,” he warned.

“I could care less about Pandora’s box, or anybody else’s box.”

“You do have me at a disadvantage but not because of your military service,” he said.

“What, then?” I asked.

“One of us overdressed or one of us underdressed,” he said.

I took his pants and handed them to him.  “Or am I overdressed?” I asked.

“It’d be easier if you took yours off rather than me try to put mine back on.”

I put his pants back and started taking off my clothes.  “We’re acting like a couple of scared little boys.  What do you say we stop beating around the bush and lay it on the line.  What’re you up for?”

“I don’t like going the wrong way down a one way street,” he said.  “I was sort of waiting to see what you’d be up for.”

“Whatever it is, it won’t be one way,” I assured him. I was down to my briefs.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, reaching out with one hand around my thigh.

“I’m a green, confused recruit.  What about the interview?” I asked.

“Fuck that.  Come here,” he said huskily as he pulled me to him and smashed his face into the front of my briefs.

I let him mouth the bulge for a moment then eased him back.  “Not one way,” I reminded him as I pushed him back on the cot and climbed aboard in the opposite direction.

My brother and I had breakfast together then I visited my parents’ grave on the way out of town. My brother wanted to make it a family affair, but I told them I wanted to go alone. It was a bit of a shock to see the big black headstone with their names on it, but strangely, I felt very little beyond that initial surprise. I think I tried to feel sadness, and even to grieve, but it wouldn’t come.  It was all just an empty part of my life, to which I couldn’t relate.  I stood for a respectable length of time then told them goodbye.  More strangely, when I turned from their graves, I found myself searching for Jason’s grave. It was a moment before it hit me how stupid that was.   It wasn’t the same cemetery; and Jason wasn’t dead.

I got my first setback when they told me I would have to go through basic training again because of my long absence from the rigors of active duty; meaning my long absence from the real world.  They hadn’t told me that when I extended.  It pissed me off at first when I found out I was going back to basic. I was a fuckin’ Vietnam Vet, for chrissakes.  But I decided, okay, whatever it takes; if they wanted proof that I could still soldier, I would shove it down their throats like a stiff dick. I also had to give up my rank temporarily, with the promise that it would be reinstated upon completion of basic training.

I was sent to Camp Pendleton for my “refresher course.” There, with the few years’ difference in ages, I was looked upon as a senior citizen at first by the younger guys, before they found out I was a do-over. That realization came as they began to see that I already knew pretty much everything about hand-to-hand combat and bayonet training and weapons before they taught it. 

They started getting the picture the day we went to the hand-to-hand training field. I was called upon to be the instructor’s partner in demonstrating the holds and moves and I took him down twice. Somehow it came to light that same evening that I was retraining because I’d been in a coma from injuries I’d suffered in Vietnam. I didn’t know how they found that out, but one of the young fuckers made the mistake of bringing it to my attention.

“Hey, Coma,” he said as I was heading to the showers. “What the fuck are you doing, taking all this shit all over again? Why don’t you just hang it up?”

I froze for barely a second in the center aisle, holding the towel at my side. Then I walked back to the guy, where he was standing beside his top bunk, and before he knew what’d happened, I snapped the towel around his neck and had him in a hold that even I hadn’t been taught, and he was on his knees with his face buried in my groin, sporting a shocked grimace.

“Nobody calls me Coma,” I said in a frighteningly calm tone. “You got that?” My foot was in his groin and I tightened the towel around his neck with one hand and applied pressure to his neck just below his jaw with my other hand. I was taught that move. He whimpered and made gurgling sounds as he tried to pull the towel loose.

“He’s trying to answer you,” someone said.

He was turning red, then grayish white. I released the pressure and clamped my other hand on top of his head, purposely smashing his face into my bare cock.

“You got it?” I said again.

“Yes….I got it.….Sorry,” he croaked.

I snapped the towel from around his neck and walked away. I ran right into the field sergeant who had obviously been there to witness the whole thing. He didn’t say anything and I stepped around him.  He didn’t say anything till I had gone into the latrine to the showers.  Then he addressed the barracks.

“Guys, you do not want to fuck with him. He’s forgotten more than any of you will ever learn,” he told them.

He was right, and I wanted to forget more, but I was having trouble sorting out what I wanted to forget.  After that incident, I was pretty much of a loner; even more than before.  The younger guys were afraid of me.  I never heard the word coma again.

Our field sergeant lived in the barracks with us. Besides being a young, hot Puerto Rican, Sgt. Chavez was a tough taskmaster, but I had gone through this before and he didn’t bother me, even though I sometimes thought that he went out of his way to keep my balls to the wall. We were standing side by side shaving one morning when we made eye contact and I thought I saw a trace of a smile.

“For the record, Courter, I know you wanta go airborne; that’s why I’m on your ass all the time,” he said.

“I figured that,” I said.

“Not that I have any doubt you’ll make it, but do you know anything about jump school?” he asked.

“Only that I wanta do it,” I said.

“Again, not that I have any doubts…..,” He paused and I saw him looking me up and down in the mirror.  “But you have to be in top shape before you show up for training. And you are, obviously, but I can tell you it’s gonna be tougher than anything we dish out here. If you wanta stop by my room, I’ll give you some information.”

“Thanks, Sarge, I’ll do that,” I said.

He finished shaving and stepped over to the urinals to take a piss. I had to wonder who laid out the design of the latrines, where a guy could check out a guy’s cock so easily and discreetly with a quick glance in the mirror while shaving.  I glanced, but I didn’t think he saw me. When he left I followed him up to his room. He closed the door and whipped his towel off and reached in his locker for a small booklet. He wasn’t just a young, hot Puerto Rican, he was a young, hung, hot Puerto Rican.

“Here you go,” he said, handing the booklet to me.

I took it with a quick, discreet glance at the man’s naked body, taking in the hunk of meat he had hanging; not quite as long as mine, but thick.  Fuck, was he thick!  My asshole twitched at the thought of it.  He took the booklet to direct me to a particular page.

“Five mile run in less than forty-five minutes, after you’ve done at least a half hour of strenuous exercise. You have to pass the Army PFT with a score of one-eighty and be able to hold a flexed arm hang for at least ten seconds.  I know you can do that, no sweat.”

He showed me the minimum requirements.

“Forty-two pushups, fifty-three sit-ups and a two-mile run in less than sixteen minutes.  At the age bracket of seventeen to twenty-one, that’s only a one-eighty score. That’s below average for anybody who is serious about getting through jump school. You need to go into training above average on the PFT; that’s seventy-five pushups, eighty sit-ups, and the two-mile run in less than fourteen.  They won’t think a thing about dropping you if you’re one pushup short of what they ask for, or three seconds shy on a run. I’m telling you this because you’re not up to your potential, and you need to be above it. You need to be able to ace the physical part  so you can concentrate on the good stuff, like jumping out of airplanes.”

“Thanks. I appreciate your interest,” I said.

“Fuck, man, anybody who is willing to drop rank and go through basic training a second time just to get to jump out of a plane deserves my interest,” he said.

“I’m going to be a sniper, too,” I said.

“Can’t help you there,” he said.

I read the booklet from cover to cover. I doubled my efforts in physical training.  I couldn’t get by with doing eighty pushups in PT if the instructor asked for only fifty, though, he would think I was showing off, so I devised my own PT before and after duty hours.  I did pushups and crunches till I hurt, then I did more.  I did the damned flexed arm hang till I was up to seventeen.  They were slow and it took a lot of concentration but I did them.  I ran. It wasn’t unusual for Sgt. Chavez to show up outside the barracks and urge me on. A couple of times he ran with me. Fuck, he looked good in his running shorts; he had fantastic thighs. More than once I lay in my bunk and pictured us with my head between them.

I took inventory of my gear and checked it against the list in the booklet. I needed another set of uniforms and a pair of civilian running shoes, and I bought another pair of combat boots to break in. I bought new brown T-shirts, shorts, socks, and some new towels and washcloths.  Also two padlocks they said I would need.  Everything else on the list, I had.  It said civilian clothes, but I decided to wait on that. I also saved up $200 bucks that they recommended for personal expenses.

I wasn’t able to put the twenty-six-month dream behind me as well as I told Dr. Bernake I could.  Things were constantly coming to mind from my past that I didn’t think was really my past.  Chavez was familiar with my situation.  We had talked about it.

“What makes the difference?” Chavez told me.  “A memory is a memory.  Does it really matter if it was real? It’s just a memory.”

I bought his philosophy to a point.  But I decided a better way was to create a real past that I could remember.

I didn’t think there was any such thing as acing basic training, but Sgt. Chavez said I did.  At the end of basic I was surprised when the kid who had called me ‘Coma’ came up and apologized.

“Forget it,” I said, by way of accepting his apology.

“No, I won’t ever forget it,” he said. He was a lot more confident in talking to me now.  “The way you got me in that hold, on my knees….man, I never saw that hold before.”

“It was a reaction. I wasn’t taught it either,” I said

“I would like you to teach me,” he said.

“I don’t know if I could do it again. It was a reflex reaction,” I said.

“We’re getting passes off base.  If I buy the beer and get a room where we could practice, would you try and show me? You’ve got a lot of experience I can benefit from.  I know you were in Vietnam.”

Getting a room?….buying beer?…. I hadn’t seen him as a sexual object until that moment but I suddenly got the impression that he was talking about more than my combat experience that he wanted to benefit from.  Oh, I had taken more than a second glance at some of the tight, solid young asses and a couple of impressive cocks flexing and swinging around the barracks but I had suppressed all of that.  I was there to ace the training and get my rank back and get on with my life as a Marine.  But the training was over, and I had been a long time without sex.

“All right, you get the room, I’ll buy the beer,” I told him as I glanced at his name tab….Keller.

“No, I’m buying the beer too.  All you have to do is teach me some of the moves you know.”

We picked up our passes and headed off base, to the little town that had sprung up adjacent to the base. Like all such towns adjacent to military bases, it was full of bars, used car lots, hock shops, small loan companies and cheap motels where you could rent rooms by the hour.  While he got us a room I went across the street to the drug store and picked up a couple of Fleets and some lube, just in case, then picked up a six pack of cold beer from the bar next to the motel. 

Keller was standing at the end of the motel, waiting for me. He motioned for me and I followed him around back where the rooms faced a thick woods and where cars could be parked and not be     readily seen.

When we went into the room, the kid was a virgin in every respect except his imagination and his fist.  When we came out, he wasn’t.

He didn’t make any bones about why we were there.  Right away he started taking off his clothes.

“I’ll get a towel,” I said. When I came out of the bathroom, he was naked.  I stripped down too and he took the stance like he was standing at his bunk the time I took him down.

“One thing….I’m the instructor….we play by my rules, no questions asked,” I said.

“Okay, see if you can duplicate the move,” he said.

I did, but not as quickly. I did it slowly, pretending to purposely duplicate every facet of the move.  It didn’t take much pressure with the towel around his neck to bring him willingly to his knees. He knelt there with his arms hanging loosely at his sides, offering no resistance whatsoever.  He whimpered when I pulled his face into my groin and this time his mouth was wide open; I could feel his hot breath on my manhood, then his wet mouth on my cock.

“This what you wanted to learn?” I asked, holding him tight.

“Godd, yesss,” he whispered. He moaned softly and whimpered again as he pretended to be forced to take my cock in his mouth. "Fuck, Corporal….make me your slave," he whimpered.

He wanted to learn what sucking cock was all about.  I showed him. I wasn’t an easy taskmaster.  I forced him to learn every technique I knew that he didn’t know I knew. I choked him repeatedly with my cock till he learned to deep-throat me.  I told him he was going to get my load in his mouth and that he was to swallow every drop.  He whimpered and moaned again, nodding as he obediently sucked my cock. I kept him in the slave mode, with his hands down to his sides.  When he tried to reach up for my butt or touch my thighs, I brushed his hands away.

“You haven’t earned the privilege to touch me,” I growled.

“Yes, sir.  I’m sorry, sir.”

He was really into it and when I shoved his head away my cock pulled out of his mouth with a loud slurping noise as he tried to stay on it. 

“Break time,” I said. I took the bag from the drug store and went into the bathroom.

“Can I stand up?” he asked.

“Yes.”  He really was my slave.

I went into the bathroom and took care of things then came out and handed him the other Fleet.

“Go in the bathroom and use this.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Directions are on the box,” I said, ignoring his question. He came out of the bathroom with a bewildered look, but I think he knew what was going down.  He didn't think he knew he wanted to learn to eat ass till I showed him he did.  I pushed him down on the floor and straddled him and squatted down over his face, holding his head in my hands so he couldn’t turn away.  He tried to wrench away from me, but I had his head in a vise.

“Open your eyes so you can see what you’re doing.  Stick your tongue out,” I told him.

“Please, corporal,” he whined. I didn’t have my rank back yet, but everyone knew I was a corporal before.

“You don’t have to beg for it, I’m giving it to you,” I said.

“No, I meant, I c-can’t…..”  But his words were muffled when I sat down hard on his face. He obeyed, and once he got a taste of it, he ate my ass like a hungry puppy.  He was stretching my hole open and licking up inside me.  I think he fell in love with my ass. He didn’t want to give it up to go on to the next lesson.

In the middle of it all I had a flash-back memory of mentoring another young kid in the ways of man sex.  I couldn’t remember his name; if he had one.

The soldier hadn’t said it, but I knew he wanted to see what it was like to be fucked and I showed him that too.  He was scared wide-eyed silly as he lay with his legs pulled apart by my hands around his ankles.

“This is why you wanted me to use that stuff.  You’re gonna fuck me,” he said.

“Part of the reason,” I said.

“Godd, you’re gonna kill me with that,” he whimpered, gaping at my big cock aimed at his spread hole.

“Naw, you’ll do fine,” I assured him.

“Have you ever had anybody take all of that?” he asked.

“More than you can count,” I said, and I added him to the list.  He took me; he knew he had no choice. He cried out and whimpered but he took me.

He learned fast and passed his exam with flying colors, and then we spent the rest of the time practicing what he had learned.  I gave him a gold star reward when, the last time I fucked him, I rimmed him first.…another wide-eyed moment for him.  He about went fuckin’ crazy.

“One more thing you have to learn,” I told him.

“What? What else is there?” he asked.

I took his foot and gently twisted his ankle to turn him over on his back, then I crawled on top of him, with my entire weight pressed against him.  “How to kiss a guy,” I said.

“I don’t kiss guys.”

“Maybe you didn’t kiss guys.  You do now,” I said, and I planted my mouth firmly on his. He squealed and tried to turn away from me but I held his face in my hands and forced my tongue into his mouth. I lashed my tongue around in his mouth and once I found his, he quickly changed his mind; he kissed guys.

“Oh, Godd, what’re you doing to me, Corporal,” he gasped as he began kissing me back.

In another gesture of good will, when he was lying across the bed with his head hanging over the mattress, me fucking his throat, I leaned over him and took his cock in my mouth. He couldn't believe I did that.  e The final shocker for him was when he was on top of me, we were kissing like mad--he initiated it that time--and rubbing together and he started to climb astraddle me and ride my cock.  I stopped him.

“Huh-uh. Different position this time,” I said as I lifted my legs up and spread them apart. It was funny; he didn’t catch on at first that I was offering him my ass.

“But how do we do….Oh!.. .Oh, Geezuss!… you want me to fuck you,” he gasped.

“Show me what you’ve got,” I said. “But eat my ass first. Get me ready.  One rule I forgot to tell you, you don’t fuck what you don’t eat.”

He went for my ass like a hungry puppy then he fucked me like crazy.  He about fucked my brains out. He was a good student. 

We took a beer break, got half-dressed in our Marine issue shorts and T-shirts, and stepped outside for some fresh air; the room reeked of sex. I didn’t know if Keller wanted to have another go but if he did, I would.  A pickup came around the end of the building and inched along at a snail’s pace, like he was looking for someone. Closer, I saw it was a young kid—a teenager—behind the wheel. He was wearing a baseball cap and a deep red T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders. He was lean and lanky but well-muscled.  He gave us a tight, faint smile as he drove by and I nodded and gave him a salute with my beer and never thought anymore about it. Till he came by again. It was a quick turn around the motel building and I figured he’d speeded up to get back around but then he slowed to a creep again.

“Something going on here,” I said to Keller under my breath.

“Looks like he’s looking for somebody,” Keller said.  “Probably his girlfriend, shacked up with a Marine.”

“Nope.  I think he’s found who he’s looking for,” I said.  He looked at me with a bewildered frown.  “Us,” I said.

“He’s trolling for Marines?  He looked awfully young.”

“Old enough to cum, old enough to fuck,” I said.

“Shit, man, we can’t be fuckin’ boys. You’d tear his ass apart.”

“I’m sure that’s already happened. Besides, he’s not that much younger than you. And this ain’t his first trip around the motel.”

As he approached us again he tapped the brake and bought the truck to a stop.

“You guys on pass?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Good to get away from all the bullshit, huh?”

“It goes with the territory,” I said with a shrug.

“Are you waiting on some women?” he asked.

“Had the women. We’re taking a break, trying to decide whether to go in search of more women.”

“Well, there’s plenty of them out there.  If you were standing like this around front, they’d be flocking to your door.”

“I doubt they’d let us stand like this out front,” Keller said.  I was glad to see him jump in, like was throwing out allure.  Maybe he’d changed his mind about fucking boys.

“Oh, I’ve seen worse,” the kid said.  “But hey, no reason why you should have to get dressed and go looking.”

“Are you pimping?” I asked.

“No. I don’t pimp.”

“How old are you?” Keller asked.

“Does it matter? I’ve got a driver’s license.”

“That don’t make you legal,” Keller said.

 “Legal’s overrated.  Can I have a sip of your beer?”

I handed him mine; it was about half full.  “You can finish it, just don’t ask me to buy you any more,” I said.

“I don’t need anyone to buy me beer. My dad owns a liquor store.”

“Why’d you ask me for a drink then?”

“Just being friendly, and finding out how friendly you’d be.”

“Just how friendly do you want us to be?” I asked.

“Well, you’re both from the Midwest and Midwesterners are known for their manners and hospitality.  If I was at your door back home, I’m guessing you’d invite me in.”

“Do you wanta come in?” I asked. “That’s our last beer you’ve got in your hand.”

“I can get another six-pack,” he said.

“Fair enough; we’ll leave the door open.”

He drove off and we went inside, leaving the door wide open.

“What if he’s a plant?” Keller asked.  “He’s underage; what if the police come bursting in?”

“I don’t think so,” I said, shaking my head.

“Maybe he’s a prostitute.  Are we going to pay him?”

“No. If he was a prostitute, he would’ve brought it up. He’s looking for sex with Marines, pure and simple. Are you in or out?” I asked, thinking of his remark about not fucking boys.

“I guess I’m in. Maybe I’ll watch at first, see how he handles things.”

“This ain’t his first rodeo, he’s been rode before,” I said with some sarcasm.

Keller laughed and said, “I think you’d fuck anything that moved.”

“Yeah, they gotta be moving,” I said.

The kid came back with a six-pack of cold ones. He popped three and passed two to us.

“So, what’re you guys up for??”

“That’s a question for you,” I said.

“Just about anything,” he said. 

“Can you be more specific?” Keller said.

“Well, first, I’d like to see you guys naked,” he said as he started taking off his clothes.

It didn’t take us long and we stood pulling on our cocks while we watched him.

“Shit, this is gonna be fun,” he said, eyeing us.

He didn’t look as skinny out of his clothes.  He was tall and lean but well-muscled.  His stomach looked tight as a drum. His ass was a lot nicer than on most skinny guys; round and firm with no sag.  I grabbed a feel.

“Nice ass,” I said.

“Yeah, very fuckable,” Keller agreed, feeling the other side.

“Nice everything,” he said as he brushed his hands across our chests.

“Which one of us do you want to fuck you?”

“Doesn’t matter who goes first.  I like to suck cock while I’m getting fucked then I like to switch off. I like sucking a hot, slick cock straight out of my ass.”

“We can do that,” I said. I smacked his ass and nodded to Keller to go first. “Open him up for me.”

He hesitated.  “I didn’t come prepared for this, I don’t have a condom.”

The kid grabbed his jeans and dug in his pocket for a condom. He handed it to Keller.  “I like it raw, but here.” Then he retrieved it, tore it open with his teeth and put it on him.  “When you cum, though, I want you to shoot it in my open ass,” he said to both of us. 

I was surprised; I had him pegged for a cum eater, but he explained that he had a guy who liked to eat fresh cum out of his ass and he wanted to take it back to him.  I figured the boy had a sugar-daddy. He wasn’t much for foreplay.  He got on his knees on the edge of the bed, offering his ass. Keller stepped up to the plate with his bat in his hand. He set the head of his cock against the boy’s hole and the kid shoved back on it. His ass swallowed the head in a gulp and Keller shoved on it.

“Yeahhhh, that feels like a Marine cock,” he said over his shoulder. “You don’t have to be easy,” he told Keller.

“Don’t intend to be,” Keller said. He pulled back and popped his cockhead back and forth through the boy’s sphincter then he slammed back in and started fucking him.  He was brutal. The kid didn’t mind.  He gave as good as he got, his head and shoulders in the mattress, slamming his butt back against Keller’s loins, his arms flung out, clawing the sheets.

I remember he said he liked to suck cock while he was getting fucked so I got on the bed on my knees to present mine. He gobbled it up like a hungry dog. He devoured me. He was a little brutal, too. I wondered how long he’d been doing this. I grabbed his head and fucked his throat, hard, slamming my loins against his face. Shit if I didn’t bloody his nose and we had to stop and clean up. But he wasn’t fazed; we went right back to it.

Keller broke from his ass to give me a turn and took my place at his head. Keller had done his job; the boy’s ass was loose but he still had excellent control over his muscles and he gave me a good fuck. I got another condom out of the boy’s pocket and rolled it on. I liked that the kid liked it rough.  At one point I saw the condom was torn and I pulled back to take it off.  It was shredded.  I finished by jacking off and shot my load into the dark cavern of his gaping asshole. Keller came around to mix his cum with mine before the kid’s ass closed up.  It was hot as hell, watching his hole clench; it was like his ass was swallowing our cum.

The kid didn’t linger.  We offered him the shower but he wanted to get to his man.   Keller and I showered, not together, then relaxed with a couple more beers and watched television.

After a little while I asked, “You got another fuck in you?”

“You can fuck me till the cows come home. I need just enough time to get back on base before my pass runs out.”

By the time we left the motel, he said he was in love with me. I told him to get over it. 

“Corporal, I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve showed me.  But how do I find another guy to do all of this with?”

“You found me, and that horny kid showed up out of nowhere,” I said.  “You’ve got all the tools you need to work with. There’s not a trace of virginity left in you.  You’ll do fine.”

Before leaving Camp Pendelton I asked about my rank. It was in the works but I wouldn’t receive the “promotion” till I got to Fort Benning.

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/06/15 rp