A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 58
Sgt. Blackburn 

There was a room up on the second floor of the barracks that was used by members of the cadre from time to time, for whatever reason, unknown to us peons.  My bunk was on the second floor. Sgt. Adams used it once, and Blackburn came into the barracks late one night and let himself in; they all had keys.  About ten minutes later another guy came in and walked quietly down the center aisle to the room and let himself in. He seemed to be looking from side to side, like he was checking to see if anyone was awake and watching him.   I was.  I’d never seen him before.  As well as I could make out, he was about Blackburn’s age, about his size.  When he went in I heard the door lock, then muffled voices. Then it was quiet.  The guy left the next morning just before wakeup call.  It made me wonder where he slept because there was only one bunk in the room.  It made me begin to really wonder about Sgt. Blackburn.

The more I thought about Blackburn and that night, and the more I saw of him, the more I wanted to get to know him just a little bit better.  That was reinforced when I saw him in the shower one morning.

Blackburn didn’t live in the barracks. I didn’t know where he lived.  That morning, early, I got up to take a piss. The barracks was dark.  I heard water running in the shower.  It was Blackburn.  I did a double take when I saw him, but he had his back to me so he didn’t see my reaction.  It was obvious from the way he filled out his uniform that the guy was built, but seeing him naked.…damn!….I was ready to take an early shower.  I took a piss and went back past the shower for another look.  He saw me. I mumbled good morning and exited the latrine. I didn’t trust myself to linger. I went back to my bunk and spent the next couple of hours entertaining the possibilities with the image of the man’s muscular body looming over me.

On Thursday before graduation, I decided to make a half-assed move.  If it didn’t work out, fine, nothing lost, but I had to try. I couldn’t leave Fort Benning not knowing what might’ve been. Blackburn had stayed overnight in "the room” and I went to ask him something I’d dreamed up. I tapped lightly on the door and he told me to enter.  I think I froze for a second when I opened the door and saw him standing there in just his socks and T-shirt with his massive thighs and his bare butt facing me.

“Geezusss,” slipped out of my mouth before I knew it. It wasn’t a dream after all. This is what I’d seen in the shower.

He looked over his shoulder, his massive arm rippling as he polished his boot.

“What can I do for you, Courter?” he asked in a more friendly tone now that we were nearing the end of training.

“Just wondering, Sergeant Blackburn, if I might request that you pin my wings on,” I said.

“Be proud to.  You don’t have family or a girlfriend coming to graduation?”

“I’m afraid not,” I said.

He dropped the shoe brush and bent over to pick it up, giving me a glimpse of his butt spread apart.

“Fuck.”  I really didn’t know if the word actually came out or if I just thought it, and I was horrified to see my hand reaching out; that was how gorgeous his ass was. Luckily, I caught myself and pulled my hand back. When he rose up I knew he’d heard me say it, and I was afraid he’d seen me as well.

“Why’d you pull back?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

I glanced up to see his handsome smile in the mirror over his foot locker, his dark eyes dancing, and his thick chest muscles flexing and bulging as he continued polishing his boot. I was struck dumb. Was he testing me?  Or was there a real connection?

“I know I’ve got a hot ass, and you’re not the first guy to notice,” he said.

I still didn’t know what to say. This guy had the power to scuttle everything; the power to send my wings and me down the tubes.

“I….should leave,” I said.

“Lock the door,” he said.

I stood with my hand on the door.

“No, lock it and stay,” he said.

I did as he said and locked the door.  I still didn’t know what to expect.

“You can touch all you want, just don’t try to fuck it,” he said.

“Is it all right if I sit down, Sergeant?” I asked, feeling a little weak in the knees from his boldness and the opportunity that lay before me.

“Be my guest,” he said.

“On your bunk?” I asked.

“Sure.”

I sat down on the edge of the bunk, now up close and personal, face to face with his incredible butt. My hands were shaking and I couldn’t lift them.

“You just going to sit three ogling my ass? I thought it was more impressive than that,” he said.

I finally found the strength to move my hands. I reached out and clasped them around the twin mounds of muscle.

“Fuck, they’re like bowling balls,” I said. I tried to squeeze but the muscles were so hard I couldn’t even get an indentation with my fingers.  I’d never seen such an awesome ass in my life.

“You’re an ass man, huh?” he remarked. “Well, I never had you quite figured out, but if I’d wagered a guess, I would’ve figured you for a cock man.”

I laughed nervously. “Why?” I asked.

“I don’t know….your mouth.…those strong, full lips….the way they'd fit around a big fat cock.”

“Are you saying I’ve got a cocksucker’s mouth?” I asked with some horror in my tone.

“No. Just nice strong lips….your lips are almost muscular, like the rest of your face.  The muscles in your face ripple when you chew.  But you don’t care what’s up front, huh?”

“I….I’ll get to that if….if you’ll let me.  But first I’d like to……” I didn’t finish.  I was still unsure what was going on but I was very sure that I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. 

“You’d like to what?” he asked. “Are you into muscle worship?  Ass worship?”  He smiled and that turned into soft laughter. “I said I didn’t have you quite figured out, but I did have you figured for somebody who goes after what he wants when the opportunity arises.  Even someone who creates his own opportunities.  Which you did when you knocked on my door.”

“All of the above, sergeant,” I said.  And I finished by leaning in and planting an open-mouth, wet kiss in the crack of his ass. He moaned softly and as I began licking his crack he laid down the shoe brush and his boot and clasped his hands around the edge of the footlocker which was on a stand, and set his feet wider apart.  The mere sight and feel of his butt, the clean smell of him, was intoxicating. He smelled of soap and water and pure, clean maleness. I slid off the bunk and went to my knees behind him.

I dragged my tongue deeper into the crevice and tried to pull his butt apart to lick the smooth inner slopes. The sheer bulky size of his butt muscles made the slopes deeper and I had to pull them farther apart to get to his hole that I wanted so badly.

“Can you relax your butt for me?” I said.

“It is relaxed,” he said, and turned around to face the bunk.  “There is a better way to get to it.”

I reared back from his half-hard cock that swung around.  It was hard to judge his size in that short glimpse, except that he was thick and meaty, and his cock was as perfectly shaped as his ass.  I moved over and he knelt across the bunk on his hands and knees, a position that spread his butt apart even more. I was on my knees beside the bunk almost before he was in position, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs.

“Oh, Yeah,” I moaned as I began rimming him with my arms wrapped around his massive thighs for leverage. It was a feast, and I was hungry. My asshole was twitching too.  “Just so you know, Sergeant, I don’t have the same rules you do,” I said.

“What rules?” he asked.

“Your rule, feel all you want, but don’t try to fuck it,” I replied.

“Not enough time,” he said.

“How long do you need?” I asked.

“There’s not enough time,” he said again.  “And you probably couldn’t keep quiet.”

“You can stuff something in my mouth, like an old pair of shorts, or a jockstrap,” I told him. I wanted to get fucked by this stud, bad. There was a mirror on the wall locker and I wanted to watch his ass while he fucked me.  But he didn’t make any move to get off the bunk.

I didn’t argue the point, although I almost mentioned the young guy who had come to the room and stayed all night with him, and I hadn’t heard him make a lot of noise.  I went back to rimming him.

I was several minutes well into it before my attention was drawn elsewhere beside his butt and his massive thighs, that was when he shoved his cock and balls back between his legs.  His balls hung high and tight on either side of the thick root of his cock. I sucked his balls, one then the other. They were surprisingly firm, and snug in their sack.  I licked up and down the shaft of his cock and licked all around the head and lapped up his ball juice.  I pulled his cock back and took it in my mouth. It was a difficult fit; he was so damned hard and so thick I couldn’t take him very far in that position.  But I did a number on the head while I rubbed his tight hole with my fingertip.

 “You’ve got a lot of pleasure up inside there that you’re not feeling,” I said.

“That’s what they tell me,” he said.

“Why don’t you let me show you; let me use my finger.”

“Too much like getting fucked,” he said.

There was no hope of fucking him--at least not for me--but I was sure that the prospect loomed out there for somebody in the future; he had curiosities up the ying-yang crying out to be satisfied. I kept pondering whether I should be the one as I kept tonguing, licking and jacking his cock and sucking his balls and rubbing his hole with my finger.  He didn’t seem to mind that--in fact, he liked it--but his asshole was so tight it might be traumatic for him if I shoved through it.  I kept my mouth full of spit, trying to work it into his hole and to keep my finger wet. It was easy, the way I was drooling.

The way he was squirming his butt around I wasn’t sure he was getting his pleasure from my fist on his cock or my mouth and tongue on his ass, or my finger rubbing his hole, but he was working up to something. 

“Ohh, fuck, you’re good at this,” he moaned.  “Damn, you’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it Sarge?” I said between slurps. “And you said we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Fuck, it ain’t gonna take much more,” he said hoarsely.

“Let it go, Sarge.  Let it fly.  I’ll take care of it,” I told him.

He started getting a little nutso, clawing at the edge of the bunk and the mattress and pulling the blanket loose. He spread his legs wider apart and humped his butt up and down while I tried to follow with my mouth and tongue. Suddenly he stopped moving so I could concentrate and I heard his breath coming in ragged gasps.

At what I gauged to be the critical moment, I got brave and shoved my finger through his hole. He was incredibly tight, and hot as a furnace.  I heard a stifled, gasping groan of surprise, “Uuhhnnnn!” as I drove my finger in as deep as I could get it. I quickly found his prostate before he stopped me.  It was palpitating like it had a heartbeat of its own.  I began rubbing it hard and heard another stifled squeal as he wrested his cock from my fist and started jacking it furiously.

Suddenly I felt his prostate quiver and his asshole tightened like a thousand short rubber bands, then relaxed and began doing its own palpitations. He was cumming! Huge! Big Time! He slumped down on one shoulder for support as he kept jacking off and I realized he was shooting in his other hand, not wanting to mess up his blanket. I gauged it carefully, so I pulled my finger out of his ass just before he finished, and replaced it with my tongue. He moaned again as I was able to get my tongue through his hole now and laver all around the soft inner lining of his ass.”

“Fuck!” he swore under his breath. “You made me come!” He sounded mad.

“I thought that was the whole point, Sarge,” I said as I reared back on my haunches to get out of his way as he rose up, kneeling precariously on the edge of the bunk. He stepped back to stand on trembling legs, still holding his already cum-filled hand under the head of his cock which was still spurting.  I was thinking I could’ve kept my finger in his ass a little longer.

“Shit, I got some on my blanket,” he said.

“Don’t worry Sarge, I’ll take care of it,” I said. His hand was overflowing and I reached up with my hand to catch it and put my other hand under the head of his cock.  “I can take care of that for you, too….better than catching it in your hands.”

“Okay, go ahead,” he said.

I cupped both of my hands under his ass I took his cock in my mouth.

“Aawwwhhhhh!” he moaned, tossing his head back.  “Aww, fuck, man, don’t suck it, just clean it off; you’re gonna give me another hardon.”

I quickly cleaned off his cock, giving him a couple of deep-throats to finish the job, and reared back.

“I could take care of that, too, get rid of it for you, if you’ll let me,” I said. 

“You mean….eat it? Sure, go ahead.”

I brought his hand up to my mouth and began licking the thick, warm cum up and swallowing it.

“Oohh, Geezusss-Fuck!” he gasped as he gaped down at me. “Damn, you’re eating it!  That is fuckin’ hot!  Got you eating out of my hand.”

I licked his hand clean then moved over and lapped up the thick globs of cum that were still clinging to the blanket.  It left spots and I spit on them and rubbed them out.  When I turned around he was in the process of milking his cock and I quickly lapped up the cum that was coming out.

“Damn you,” he said hoarsely.

“What’s wrong? I tried to do everything right, Sarge,” I said as I stood up.

“I said I don’t get fucked.”

“You didn’t get fucked. You got fingered,” I said, perhaps a bit too cocky.  “This isn’t going to fuck up my wings, is it?”

“No.  You earned your wings.  It’s gonna fuck up my head.”

“I don’t believe you would let something like this fuck up your head, Sarge.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he said.  He laughed then, a tight, quiet laugh. “Hell, who knows, I might thank you. I’ll say one thing, nobody’s ever rimmed me like that before. And nobody’s ever explored the inside of my ass before.”

I have often wondered if Blackburn ever let anyone else explore his ass, perhaps with a big stiff cock.  I’ve always regretted that I didn’t have more time; I could’ve probably been the one to do it.

I got my corporal stripes back just before I made my last jump. Guys around me who had wondered why I was in jump school as a buck private, now wondered how I got promoted to corporal so fast.  I told them I had what it takes and left it at that.

It was awesome, jumping out of the huge C-130 for the last time, and parachuting down to the parade ground with the audience on their feet, awestruck. In quick time we pulled in the parachutes and got into formation.  I was a little concerned that Sgt. Blackburn wouldn’t pin my wings on and I would have to find someone else to do it, or worse, he might jam them into my chest as pay back. I was happily surprised as he strode up to me with the coveted wings in hand, and I didn’t fuckin’ care if he shoved the prongs into my chest.

But he didn’t, and as he pinned them on he said, “Congratulations.  And thanks.”

I smiled, really without smiling, because it wasn’t militarily proper for me to smile at Sgt. Blackburn.  It wasn’t militarily proper for my cock to throb either, but it did a couple of times.

“I wanta hear from you when you get to your new duty station,” he said.

“You will,” I said.  It was the proudest moment of my life. I always said that guys that jump out of airplanes were a little bit nuts, with big balls. And now, a month later, I was one of them. The wings were beautiful and needless to say, I wore them proudly, as if I was true and blue Airborne, through and through.  But I had other plans. I just needed the basics of Airborne; I was going on to sniper school.

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/06/15 rp