A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 61
Brant Makes Good On A Bet 

Surprisingly, I’d forgotten all about our bet till one night Brant came back from his shower and smacked me on my bare butt.  I had already showered and was stretched out on my bunk on my stomach, naked, looking forward to a good night’s sleep after a grueling day of training and a hot meal.

“Turn over here,” he said, standing at my bunk.

I rose up, a little irritated till I realized what he was saying. “You don’t have to do it, Brant,” I said.

“Nope.  It’s never been said that I welched on a bet.”

“It won’t be said now.  Hell, I’m not going to tell anybody about our bet, or what we did.”

“But I would know, and you would know,” he said.

I didn’t think for a minute that Brant was gay; he really was doing the honorable thing and paying off a bet. I thought I might put him off and we would forget about it.  “Okay, but it doesn’t have to be now; it’s been a long, hard day, and I know you’re probably as tired as I am,” I said. But he was insistent so I turned onto my side, facing him. My rubbery cock flopped over and draped itself over my thigh. It was still fluffed up from my shower, and I had been laying on it. I wasn’t even in the mood for a blowjob till I looked at Brant’s full lips curled up in a smile.

“Fuck! Maybe I spoke out of turn.  I don’t know if I can handle that,” he said.

“I told you, you don’t have to,” I said, but he was already taking hold of my rising cock.

“Holy Fuck!” he exclaimed as my cock swelled in his fist.

“It’s not like you’ve never seen it hard before,” I said.

“I guess I never paid that much attention; I never realized you were this big,” he said.

“Look, if you insist, you can just jack me off if you want; I’ll settle for that,” I told him.

“Nope, the bet was a blowjob,” he said.

“Well, shit, then get to blowing,” I said.

He wet his lips and took the head of my cock in his mouth, rather gingerly.

“This is the first time you’ve done this, isn’t it?” I said.

He nodded, without letting go of my cock. I smiled, happy that I was the one getting his oral virginity.  He began sucking me.  He was damned good at it; knew to use his tongue all over the head and he picked up on other little techniques as he discovered what made me moan or thrust my cock at him, or made my cock quiver.  He really tried to please.

At one point he got off and asked, “How am I doing?”

I wrapped my hand lovingly around his head and said, “You’re doing great.” Then I asked if he’d locked the door.

He jerked off my cock, his eyes wide. “Fuck! I forgot to lock the door!”

“Damn, fucker, we’re just seconds away from being kicked out of the Marines if anybody came to the door,” I said, and bopped him on the head as he was moving away from the bunk.

He locked the door and came back to the bunk. He took my cock in his hand and just gazed at it for a moment.

“I ain’t gay or anything, but I gotta say, you’ve got a mighty impressive hunk of meat here,” he said as he worked his hand back and forth on the shaft a few times.

“You got any basis for comparison?” I asked with a smirky grin.

“Just yours and mine,” he said.

“Well, then, I’m flattered,” I said.

“Huh?”

Brant could be a little dense sometimes.  “Comparing mine to yours and you think mine is impressive.  I’m flattered.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, we’re both pretty impressive,” he said with his screwy smile, then he went back to sucking my cock. After a few minutes, he stopped again and asked, “Want me to suck your balls? Or anything else to make it feel good and make you come?”

“Sure, just take it easy with ‘em,” I said.

He lifted my balls in his hand, gave it a few licks then very gently sucked one into his mouth.

“Aaahhh,” I gasped.

“That hurt?” he asked.

“No.  That was a good Aaaahhh,” I said.

He licked and sucked on both of them for several minutes then just as he was about to take my cock in his mouth again, he said, “Listen, there was nothing said about taking your load.”

“You don’t have to,” I said.

“I know but…..”  He gave me his screwy grin again.  “But this really ain’t so bad.  I mean, I think I would like to try taking it, just to see what it’s like.  And I did say blowjob, and I don’t know if it’s really a complete blowjob if I finish it off by hand. That’d be half a hand job, wouldn’t it?”

I laughed.  “Godd, Levi, where do you get your logic?”

“Just don’t expect me to swallow it, not the way you come, like a fuckin’ horse,” he said, and went back to sucking me.

I was surprised when he started moving his hand up and down my thigh and squeezing the muscles. Then he shoved his hand between my legs and began squeezing my butt.  He flattened his other hand against my chest and dug his fingers into my pecs then moved his hand down to explore my abs.  He was putting a lot more into it than just sucking my cock, making me wonder.

He gave me a good blowjob, as often first timers do, and I let myself get totally caught up in it.  I lay there with my eyes closed and one arm around his shoulder, my other hand on his head, sort of guiding him. His hands were feeling good all over my body, and I was having thoughts of inviting him to crawl up in my bunk for a sixty-nine but I wasn’t ready to reveal myself to him. I didn’t know if I would. I still didn’t really believe Brant was gay; he was simply honoring a stupid bet he made and if I did anything back, I could be exposing myself unnecessarily.  Except he seemed to be getting a lot out of exploring my body.

I didn’t try to hold back but it took a long time.  Brant paused every now and then to pound my cock, trying to work up my load, but I had trained myself to hold off.

“Fuck, aren’t you getting close?” he asked me once when he as jacking me.

“Suck while you’re doing that, you’ll get me there faster,” I said. I should’ve told him he didn’t have to finish it--he’d paid off his bet by going down on me--but it was past that point. I wanted him to finish me off.

He took the head of my cock in his mouth and worked on it with his tongue at the same time he was jacking me.

“Ohh, fuck, yeah….that’s gonna do it,” I moaned. I know he didn’t believe me.…it took another ten minutes, even with me willing it to happen. Finally, I felt it building up. I could’ve brought it back down but I didn’t.  Another twenty or thirty strokes and I got that quivery feeling; my prostate quivering.  Then I felt the floodgate burst open and the stuff came gushing through the tubes inside my body. Sometimes it was like that, like I could feel the half billion little sperms battling to get out.

“It’s commin’,” I groaned.

Brant nodded and kept jacking and sucking, and even moaning himself a little. My body tightened all through, so tight I started shaking.

“Ohh, Fuck!” I groaned.  “Don’t stop, Brant!  Don’t fuckin’ stop!”

Brant groaned his excitement and the next instant I blasted his mouth with my hot cum.  It felt so thick it sort of ached shooting out.  He groaned louder as he clamped his mouth tight around my cockhead to receive my load and not lose any of it. I must have filled his mouth. It felt like it. I heard him swallow but I thought it was probably a dry swallow.  He bravely stayed on my cock till I was finished.  I didn’t realize I had my hand around the back of his neck till he tried to pull back. I released my grip so he could extricate my cock from his mouth. He pursed his lips tightly, looking a little wide eyed, sort of like a deer in the headlights, as he looked all around the room, and I realized he was looking for a place to get rid of it. I almost laughed, but I felt bad for him. He couldn’t spit in the wastebasket and he couldn’t spit in any article of his clothing for fear of it being discovered at the laundry. Suddenly, he rushed to the door, fumbling with the lock.

“Where’re you going?” I asked, jumping down off my bunk to stop him.

He made sounds and pointed frantically in the direction of the latrine.

“Fuck, man, you can’t go to the latrine with a mouthful of cum!” I said. “What if an officer comes along?”

Suddenly his eyes were watering as he made more sounds, pointing and throwing his arms out in helpless gestures. I was afraid he might be sick. I almost said, fuck it, and grabbed my t-shirt for him to spit in and then throw it away, but if I didn’t get to the PX to get it replaced….and besides, it had my laundry mark in it, and if it was found soaked, or dried with cum…...

Without thinking, I panicked with him and did the dumbest damn thing. I moved over to him and flipped the lock on the door and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Give it to me,” I said as I grasped the back of his head to hold him and clamped my mouth over his. He squealed and tried to fight me, I was sure because he thought I was kissing him, but I backed him against the door, held him tight and forced his mouth open with my tongue. He gave in and when I forced my tongue in his mouth, my cum came gushing into my mouth. He was groaning, I didn’t know whether it was from disgust or pleasure, but he fed me my cum, shoving it into my mouth with his tongue, and our tongues lashed together and our mouths locked wide open and in the frenzy of it we were suddenly and undeniably kissing.

In the process, we swapped my cum back and forth several times before I got it all down, and I think Brant swallowed quite a bit of it himself.  Even so, the kiss continued. Suddenly I felt his cock bolt and quiver between our stomachs and the next instant he was shooting his load all over both of us. The stuff shot up all over our chests and even hit my chin. Moaning, we held each other tight and let it happen. We kept the tight embrace for an inordinate length of time before one of us let out a big breath and we eased apart. There was cum on the floor and ropes of cum clung to our skin like glue. It looked like a pearl-white spider web between us when we parted.

“Fuck!” Brant swore softly, looking down at the mess he’d made. 

We stood close for a moment before he made a swipe up his stomach and chest to smear the thick semen on his skin.

“Now I need a shower,” he said.

“Yeah, me too. You go first,” I said.  “But smear that stuff around good and let it dry a little and let the smell dissipate before you leave the room.”

He rubbed the stuff all over his chest and stomach and even down on his thighs like it was lotion. 

“Now wait a minute for the smell to evaporate,” I said as I began rubbing the stuff all over my torso too.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asked with a screwed up look. “I was giving you an innocent little blowjob, paying off my bet, when suddenly you try to drown me with that load of glue, then…. fuck, man, next thing I know, you’re kissing me!”

“It didn’t start out as a kiss, I was only trying to help you out,” I said defensively.  But then added, “Anyway, you kissed me back.”

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he didn’t like me saying that.

“Seriously, man, what happened? I mean, we were kissing, right? I never kissed a guy before but it sure felt like we were kissing. And you sucked your load right out of my mouth and swallowed it.”

“That was before you kissed me,” I said, making a stab at a joke.

“I didn’t know you were….man, are you?.…gay?”

“Are you? You’re the one who was giving the blowjob,” I shot back.

He gave me a pained look and I was immediately sorry I’d said it.

"Look, the kissing, or whatever the fuck it was, it was kind of an emergency, we did what we had to do," I said. I instantly regretted lying to him.

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled. “I gotta take a shower and get me a Coke or Pepsi or something to wash down the taste.” He grabbed a towel and left, leaving me with the ropes of cum streaked across the floor.

When he was gone I scooped up the cum off the floor and smeared it all over myself so I could go wash all of the evidence down the drain. 

I still felt bad about lying to him.  I felt bad about not stopping him from sucking my cock.  The bet be damned.  Anyway, a little part of me liked what’d happened. And another part of me said I owed Brant the truth.  If I told him the truth about myself maybe that would take part of the pressure off of him. He would most likely end up being my spotter, I sure as hell didn’t want him to get fucked up in the head over it.  When he came back, I went to shower. By the time I was finished I was resolved to lay it on the line with Brant.

 He was stretched out on his bunk on his back with his hands folded under his head, one knee cocked up against the wall.  

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I wasn’t so sure.  Look, Brant, I, uh….okay, I don’t like labels, but…well, I’ve been known to leave the mares and jump the fence and run with the stallions,” I said.

“So you….still like the mares, though,” he said.

“Yeah,” I lied. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d fucked a woman, but Brant looked relieved.

He looked at me for a brief moment then said, “Cool.  I got no problem with it.  But I’m not gay.  I sucked your cock only to settle a bet. And that cum swapping…. \well, that was a fluke that it turned into a kiss.  I know, I got into it, but I don’t know if I liked that.”

I noticed he didn’t say anything about swallowing some of my cum, or about getting a hardon and blowing his load while we were kissing and I didn't either. I didn’t want to rub his face in it.

“Okay, I’m cool with you being a hundred percent straight,” I said.  “But don’t expect anything out of me. In the way of sex, I mean, because I'm not a hundred percent gay….unless it’s reciprocal.”

He stared at me, like he was thinking it over. Then he said, “Yeah, okay, we’re cool.”  

I didn’t like labels but I didn’t believe any guy was a hundred percent straight, and that included Levi Brant. 

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/06/15 rp