A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 63
My Spotter 

It made sense that Levi Brant was assigned to be my spotter and he made our relationship very unique. We studied together, we grilled each other till we had each section of the manual practically memorized, and we jacked off together. Brant bought us each a black sniper’s T-shirt that read, “Don’t Bother Running, You’ll Just Die Tired.” I thought that was neat as hell. I honestly thought that the jacking off created such a strong male bond between us that it carried over into our training relationship. Well, there was that time when he gave me a blowjob but nothing like that ever happened again until the day we went on our last field training mission before the graded stalk.

We were out in the field one day, hunkered down in the brush in the camouflaged position we’d made for ourselves, waiting for the tracker to find us, which I was confident he would not do.  I was stretched out, half on my side, with my rifle cradled loosely over one arm, Brant was lying down from me, on his stomach. Every once in a while one of us would bring our rifle up and have a look through the scope to see if anyone was coming.

“Looks like we outfoxed them,” Brant said quietly.

I looked at my watch. “Don’t count your foxes just yet.  They’ve got a half hour left to find us,” I said.

“They won’t,” he said.

“I don’t think they will either,” I said, reaching down and groping my crotch. It wasn’t anything sexual, just arranging the package more comfortably.

“Got a problem there, Partner?”

“I didn’t have….till you mentioned it, now I’ll probably get a hardon,” I said.

And I sure enough did.  I glanced down at Brant a couple of times, saw him staring at my crotch from where he lay, about eye level with it.  I reached down a couple of times to grope myself; this time it was sexual, trying to see if it gave Brant any ideas.  He had sucked me off that one time, to pay off a bet and he seemed to enjoy it….maybe he would be up to it again just for the fun of it. The third time I groped, Brant reached out and put his hand on my hip.

“I could take care of that for you, Partner, if it’s bothering you,” he said huskily.

“Okay,” I said.

He moved closer and began fumbling with my fly. I laid my rifle down to undo it myself.

“Why don’t you shove your pants and shorts down so I can get to you,” he said.

“No, too risky,” I said as I hauled my cock out, along with my balls.

“Fuck, I keep forgetting how big you are,” he said as he took hold of my cock.

“Maybe I’m still growing,” I said.

“Keep an eye out,” he said as scooted closer.  He scooped up my cock in his mouth and started sucking.  He gave me a nice, easy blowjob that lasted till our time ran out and we had to hurry it up so we could get started back. I wasn’t too surprised when he took my load in his mouth again, but I was surprised when he swallowed it. When he was done slurping and gulping it down, while he still had my cock in his mouth, I ruffled his hair and laughed quietly.

“Damn, Partner, I think you’re starting to like that stuff.”

“I think you might be right,” he said, laughing.

It was a blowjob I’ve never forgotten.

Then there was another day when we were dismissed early, a couple of hours before chow. I could never have imagined what would happen during those two hours. I headed back to the barracks to shower--it’d been a grueling hot day--and Levi had to go to the PX for something. I had my shower and was cocked back in my chair at the desk, naked, studying when he came in.  I looked up to watch him strip off his clothes and he saw me.  I didn’t care; by that time we were pretty open about things.

“You’re supposed to be studying,” he said.

“I am,” I said.

“Studying male anatomy isn’t going to get you through sniper school,” he said.

I went back to my books when he walked out of the room, the towel over his shoulder as usual, and his awesome ass flexing as he walked.  I wondered how many other guys in the barracks, or in the showers, ogled Brant’s butt.  I had a hard time concentrating.  I was thinking of how little time we had left, and the opportunity wasted, and how we might salvage what was left of that opportunity.  It easily turned into fantasies of what we might do together if one of us made the crucial move.  It would probably have to be me.  I still didn’t think Brant was all that straight as he tried to make himself believe. I kept remembering when he gave me that second, voluntary blowjob out in the bush.      

When Brant came back I was standing, bent over the end of the desk, rummaging around in a drawer for a pen.

“Whoa!  Fuck! Don’t do that!” he blurted.

I asked him, “What?” as I shoved the drawer shut, about to straighten up. Next thing I knew, he was behind me, pressing against me, smashing and grinding his bare loins against my bare ass.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growled, laughing, because I knew he was only horsing around.  Well, I thought he was; couldn’t be sure about him anymore. But he didn’t say anything and I suddenly realized that his hot cock was half hard, sliding up and down the crack of my ass.  Maybe he wasn’t just horsing around.

“We need a real break,” he said as he clasped his hands around my hips.

“If anybody walks in, we’re gonna get a real break, right out of sniper school, and the Marines,” I said.

“Door’s locked,” he said as kept grinding himself against me. His cock was harder now; seriously harder.  I well knew how big he was, but he felt huge against my ass, but my ass was reacting in a favorable manner.  He wouldn’t be able to tell, but my asshole was sort of quivering and clenching anxiously. It’d been a while since I’d been fucked and I was overdue.  This was the opportunity!  I was ready give it up to him and let him know for certain that I was gay.

When I didn’t try to get away from him or stop him, he started humping my butt more seriously.

“Reach in my top desk drawer… there’s some lube,” he said in a hoarse voice.

When I bent over to open the drawer, I felt the heat of Brant’s cock against my asshole.

“Don’t get in a hurry,” I said, reaching back with my hand on his hip.

“Just finding the trajectory,” he said.

I found his jackoff lube and flipped the cap and handed it to him.  He drizzled the thick, clear lube down the crack of my ass and on his cock and handed the bottle back to me.

“We don’t need a condom,” he said as he clasped his big hands around my hip bones.  Not a question; he was telling me he wasn’t going to use one.

I was okay with that. I leaned forward and lay across the desk, offering him my butt at the perfect level.  He aimed, applied a little pressure to set the head of his cock firmly on target against my clenching hole, then shoved.  Not hard, but like he meant business. The thick head of his cock popped through my hole easily with the generous amount of lube he’d used, but it hurt like hell.  I let out a loud gasp and my head snapped back from the pain but I didn’t make any more noise. I took him and sucked it up, knowing the pain wouldn’t last long.  Before long I was humping back on his cock and we were fucking in unison with a hard, steady rhythm that rocked the desk.

“Ohhh….ohhh, fuck,” I groaned softly as I shoved my ass back onto his cock. “Awwhh.…Awww, Mann, I needed this…Ohh, yeah, slam it in there, you big fucker….fuck me….Damn, Brant, where’d you learn to do this?”

“Fuckin’ sheep, back home,” he joked. “But they were all ewes, I never fucked a buck.”

We fucked so hard we moved the desk up against the wall, lodging the wastebasket between the wall and the desk. Brant knew how to move his hips. It was like he was doing a little dance, or a strip, the way he swiveled his hips around with each thrust, then moved them in wider circles when he was all the way in, causing his cock to lob around inside me.  It fuckin' drove me nuts.  If we’d been anywhere private, I would’ve been moaning and groaning a lot louder, but I kept my cool.

“Tell me when you’re getting close. I’m gonna shoot in you,” he told me.  Again, not a question or request, just telling me he was going to do it.  I didn’t tell him not to.

He grabbed hold of my shoulders for leverage and pounded my ass unmercifully.  I wished I could see his butt while he was doing it.

Toward the end he reached around and took hold of my cock to jack me off to the same rhythm he was fucking me.  Several times I had to stop him so I wouldn’t go off too soon.

“Get a condom out of my drawer,” he told me.

I didn’t know what the fuck he wanted with a condom at this point but I rummaged around and found one.  I handed it back to him. He tore it open with his teeth and spit the foil package out then reached around and rolled the condom on my cock.

“So you don’t splatter all over the desk and we have to clean it up,” he said.

He fucked me for another half hour or so before he started working it up, on purpose.  I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back and shoulders.  It was getting close to chow time and somebody would be pounding on our door and worse, asking why it was locked.  He went off first.  He was like a stallion breeding a mare, the way he rode my ass and snorted.  Damn, this guy could fuck!  It felt good, feeling his hot cum jettison up inside me after such a long time without that warm nectar.  He jacked my cock furiously and squeezed my balls, trying to get me off too.  I was ready, I was close, but it just wouldn’t cum.  He finished and I was still clinging to the verge.  He pulled his cock out and slapped my butt with it several times then shoved it back in. Hard. I don’t know what that did but it was like he set off a dynamite charge.  My cock lurched like it’d been jolted with an electrical charge and exploded. I could feel the condom filling up, the stuff squishing back along the shaft as he jacked me off.  I suddenly realized he was hurting my balls and I reached down to stop him and move his hand. My body lurched with the final thrusts through his fist.

We stayed like that for a minute or two till we got our sea legs and were able to breathe. Brant pulled out again and I felt cum trickling down my legs. He made a swipe at it, smearing it on my thigh.

“You’re gonna need a quick shower before chow,” he said as he did a milking swipe on his cock to wipe off the lube and cum and then wiped his hand on my butt.

I shoved myself up from the desk and carefully removed the condom.  Brant took it and held it up. It was heavy with my cum. It was pretty full.

“Holy Shit!” he exclaimed. “I bet I’m holding the equivalent of the entire world’s population here. Fuck, I need to shower too,” he said, swiping the sweat from his forehead and chest.

I laughed and went to my locker to get a towel.  I reached for the condom, to take it with me.

“I’ll get rid of it for you,” he said.

He tied it off and got a towel from his locker. We went down to the latrine to shower. There were a couple of other guys there so Brant pretended like he was taking a crap and dropped the condom in the toilette and flushed it. I got in a conversation with the other guys in the shower and when I returned to our room, Brant was stretched out on his bunk, naked, legs spread wide and his arms flung over his head.

“So I guess everything’s out in the open, now,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“That you’re gay.”

“And you’re what?” I asked.

He didn’t answer that. Or he did, with a defensive statement.  “A guy don’t turn up his ass for another guy just to pay back for a blowjob,” he said.

“And a guy don’t offer to give another guy a blow job just as a favor,” I shot back.

“Hey, that out in the field, was just doing you a favor,” he insisted.

“Bullshit.  You wanted to do it. And we were out in the fuckin’ boonies, you didn’t have to swallow my load that time. You can be who you are, Brant, but don’t deny yourself, and don’t go pinning labels on somebody else.”

“What was it then.…letting me fuck you?” he asked.

“It was letting you fuck me,” I said. “I wanted it. I admit it.  I am more gay than straight, and I’m not in denial about it.”  When he didn’t say anything, I went on.  “So, where does that leave you?”

“I don’t know,” he said.  “I don’t know. I’ve been having some weird feelings crop up in my head lately since I’ve been bunking in here with you.”

“Don’t try to pin that on me either; I didn’t turn you gay.”

“But I think you might be bringing it out,” he said.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of it, buddy, just be careful,” I said.

“Sorry if I sounded like I was accusing you, or putting you down,” he said.

“Sorry I got so defensive.  I don’t usually do that,” I said.

“I’m glad I got to room with you, Courter.”

“So am I.  You throw a mean rod,” I said. 

He laughed and I knew we were okay.

The graded stalk began when the whistle echoed off the surrounding hills. We scurried into the tree line and were as visible as ghosts when we emerged on the other side. The tall grass, swaying wildly in the strong wind that particular day was a great advantage; any movement in the bushes or grass would be undetectable. Two instructors situated themselves at the middle of the field to act as the locator for the target instructor. The target used a walkie-talkie to give instructions to the walker. If the target spotted something, he would move the walker to where he saw the student. He would get three chances to get the exact location of the student.  After that he had to leave the student alone until he made another false move. 

One dumb-ass tried to cross a patch of green grass with brown grass camouflage on his ghillie suit.  He hugged the ground and didn't move a muscle while the walker was positioned by the target. The walker watched as he executed this maneuver and just shook his head in disbelief and called him a dumb motherfucker.

If the student was caught before he reached the 200-yard mark, he received no points. If he got within range, then fired a shot off and still was not spotted, the walker would stand within ten feet of the student to give the target one more chance to locate the student.  If the student was still undetected, the walker checked to see if the student was aimed in on the proper target.  If everything was correct they received the maximum score of ten. On that day, when the clock hit three hours, only six students were left and most of them had not even gotten off a shot.

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/06/15 rp