A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 67
Hot On His Trail 

I didn't have a plan to find Jason.  I didn't know where he was except that we were both in Vietnam now.  I didn't even know his outfit.  Or maybe he wasn't in Vietnam.  He could be in Laos or Thailand.  All I could do was wait and keep my eyes and ears open.  I figured my best hope was to get to Saigon, back to Toby's, as soon as I could.

I was cleaning my rifle and listening to the bullshit all around me. I didn’t know why I was cleaning it again. One of the guys, a big fucker named Sean, addressed me.

“Hey, Courter.”

I looked up.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“What’d you wanta talk about?” I asked.

“What you do,” he said.

“What do you mean? I pretty much do the same thing you do, and everybody else,” I said.

“No, it’s different with you guys,” he said.

“Us guys?”

“Yeah. Snipers,” he said, nodding to my professional “shingle” over my bunk that read Brad Courter, USMC Sniper, Deadly Aim, Guaranteed Results.  “Hell, you advertise your profession like you’re a dentist or something.” 

“What’s different?  The gook’s dead, whether you shoot him or I do,” I said.

“You’re a stalker,” he said.

“Stalking is part of the training,” I said.

“Do you ever see the guy you’re taking out close up?”

“Last one, I saw the fillings in his teeth,” I said.

“See, that’s the difference.  You get in close up and personal. You see their faces. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“If I let it, I couldn’t do my job,” I said.

“How do you get past it, shooting a guy with a face?”

“Once I pull the trigger, he doesn’t have a face,” I said. “The ones you kill have faces, too.”

“I don’t see ‘em,” he said.

“The only difference is, you get to pick the ones you take out; somebody else picks my targets. I have to see ‘em up close and personal to make sure I take out the right one.” It was the first I noticed that the bullshit chatter had stopped, and everyone was listening to Sean and me.

“You ever think about the guy’s wife or kids he leaves behind?” someone else asked.

“Do you think he gives a flyin’ fuck about your wife and kids, if you’ve got any?  If this is an attempt to lay a guilt trip on me, it’s not working,” I said.

“We had another sniper come through here some time back, name was Seaborne, or something like that,” Sean said. “He was a cool, steely-eyed fucker, just like you.”

My hand that had been stroking my rifle stock with a polishing cloth stopped.

“You guys could be twins, the way you both act," the guy went on.  "Just like now, the way you’re cleaning your rifle.  You’re not cleaning it, you’re caressing it.  Hell, I know women who would die for that kind of attention. He did that too, just like you’re doing. And you’ve got the same steady, steely eyes as him."

"Yeah, he moved like a cat," another guy put in.

“Are you talking about Jason Seaborne?” I asked.

“Yeah, another Marine sniper. You know him?”

“No. This Jason Seaborne was a Navy SEAL,” I said, although I was wondering about the likelihood of two Jason Seabornes being in Vietnam.

“So was this guy.  He switched, to Marines,” another guy said.

“Are you sure?” I asked with a scowl. “That don’t sound like the Jason Seaborne I know. He was a die-hard SEAL.”

“All I know is, I was having a beer with the company clerk of his outfit,” the guy said.  “He said it was the first time he ever heard of a Navy SEAL switching and joining the Marines.”

I tried not to act too excited. “Well, I guess it don’t really matter.  Once a SEAL, always a SEAL; once a Marine, always a Marine. Do you know his outfit?” I asked.

“No, I don’t remember what outfit the clerk was from.  We just met in a bar.”

“What bar?” I asked.

“A place called….uhhhhh…..Toby’s.  Yeah, that was it, Toby's. That was the name of the guy who owned it.  Big son-of-a-bitch.  Muscles in his shit.”

I swallowed, hard. I wanted to ask more questions but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Suddenly I needed some air.

The door slammed behind me when I went out of the hooch, then slammed again.

“Hey. Courter.”  It was Sean.

I looked around and slowed my pace, but didn’t stop. I didn’t want any more questions.

“Nobody meant to get under your skin,” he said, catching up with me. 

“Nobody did,” I said as I walked on. I wanted to be alone but I didn’t tell him that. I walked out of the ring of light into the dark solitude of the trees and foliage. Sean suddenly rushed past me, turned to face me, and back peddled in front of me.

“Hold it, hold it. Where’re you going?”

I stopped. “What the fuck does it matter?” I asked.

“This has got you pretty upset,” he said.  "Was this Seaborne guy a buddy of yours?"

I didn't answer him.  “Sometimes a guy just needs some air," I said finally.

He held up his hands defensively as he continued to walk backwards.  I stopped.

“Could I.…say something? While I’ve got my nerve built up?”

“What do you have to say, that you have to build up your nerve to say it, and why to me?” I asked.

“Because it don’t apply to anybody else,” he said.  “He was a buddy, wasn't he?  You probably don’t know if he’s dead or alive."

"What was it you wanted to say to me?" I asked.

"Okay, I.…I’m saying this at great risk of bodily harm, like I know I could get my face bashed in, but fuck, it’s worth the risk.”

“What!” I said, impatiently.

“I’m praying you’re not a homophobe, but I’m standing back a ways, just in case, to tell you this. You are the sexiest fucker that’s ever come through here since Seaborne. Man, I can hardly keep my eyes off of you in the hooch, just like it was with him. When he used to come back in from the shower, I had to turn away for fear the other guys would see the way I was looking at him.  I didn’t even know I had those kinds of feelings till he showed up. But I was scared to try anything, afraid he would tear me apart. It's the same with you. Your eyes, the way you move, your voice, even the way you clean your rifle, it’s like you’re in love with it.  Just like he was. Fuck, I used to wish it was me instead of his weapon, feeling those hands.”

I listened without showing any emotion, but I was surprised as hell. Even the fact that he stood back surprised me.  I wouldn’t want to tangle with him; he outweighed me by a good twenty or thirty pounds. I was smiling inside. The guy had no clue how I looked at him when he came back from the shower--I must’ve hidden it well, like he did--or how many nights I’d lain in bed wishing I could share his bunk.  I was on the verge of stopping him, telling him we were in the same boat, but I let him go on thinking I was straight.

“Anyway, I almost let that stud slip through my fingers, and I decided I wasn't going to take the chance of letting that happen with you.  So if you ever find yourself getting hardup….you know, like when the pressure builds up….well, I could be there for you, any time, in any capacity,” he was saying. He paused and leaned back against a tree. “Whew! There, I said it. First time I ever had the balls to open up like that.”

“You know what it could get you,” I said.

“A court martial, if I said it to the wrong guy,” he said.

“Yeah, it could get you that,” I said.

“But there’s only the two of us and I would deny saying it,” he added quickly.

“How do you know I won't tear you to pieces? Why aren't you scared of me?"

"I am, that's the reason I'm keeping some distance between us, ‘cause I know you could break me in two if you wanted to."

"Or, it could get you a big stiff dick to chow down on,” I said, rubbing my crotch.

"Oh, Fuck!" he gasped quietly. “Please tell me you’re not fuckin’ with my head.”  He looked past me, towards the hooch.  “If you’re not, right here’s okay, if you’re talking about now,” he said.

“You said you almost let Seaborne slip through your fingers.  What’d you mean by that?” I asked.

“He saw through me.  I think he probably did early on but this was the night before he shipped out.  He came in from his shower and came over to my bunk. Came right up where I was sitting and he stands there drying off with his big cock whipping around.  It was all I could do to keep my hands off of him.  He asked if I wanted to go over to the beer hall and have a drink with him. Hell yeah.  He got dressed and slipped on a shirt and we headed out.  Except he walked the other direction from the beer hall. I asked him where he was going, the beer hall was the other way.  He said it was a nice night, we should take a walk, we could get a beer later.  I got the feeling right then and there that he’d guessed about me, and I was either heading into the bush for a whopping good time, or I was going to get my ass kicked.”

“You’re a big guy, how come you’re so worried about getting your ass kicked?” I asked.

“I know I am, but I get around guys like you and him, I turn to mush inside.”

“Did he kick your ass?”

“No, he hauled his cock out and let me blow him. Godd, what a stud!  He wasn’t brutal but he was like a pile driver, fucking my throat.  Godd, he tasted so good.  His cock, and his cum. I laid in bed afterwards reliving it over and over again till I couldn’t taste him anymore.  It was awesome.  I’ll never forget him.”

Just hearing him talk about it got me hard and the whole time I was thinking how it would feel to have my cock where Jason’d had his just a short time before.  I looked over my shoulder to make sure we were alone, then started unbuttoning my pants.

“Here, I’ll get that for you,” he said as he took over and dropped to his knees. "You're not going to let me start then beat me up, are you?  Or wait till I'm done then kick my ass?" he asked as he was pulling my pants and briefs down about mid-thigh, releasing my cock, 

I didn't answer him but it didn't stop him.  He muttered another “Ohh, Fuck, man, this is huge!" and gobbled it up like he was hungry. He was.

“MMMnmmmmnn!” he moaned loudly, as he began sucking me, his hands clasped around my bare butt. He was obviously experienced and he was starving for cock.  He didn’t take more than a half dozen practice strokes before he was going all the way down on me.  Seeing he was so hungry and adept, I fed him my meat. I clasped my hands around his head and pumped my cock in and out of his throat. I didn’t brutalize him; I just didn’t give him any more than he wanted; and he wanted it all. At one point I moved my hands from his head. He took them and placed them back on his head then dropped his hands to his sides and knelt there like he was a defeated warrior while I did the work. I didn’t mind. All the while I was feeling the strong connection with Jason, sliding my cock in and out of the snug, warm sheath where his cock had been.

We didn’t take long.  It wasn’t the most ideal place for sex between two guys, and Sean was making too much noise, moaning loudly and slurping like a piglet at the trough. I worked up my load as fast as I could; I needed it too.  With his obvious experience, I figured he would want my load in his mouth, and he wouldn’t need a warning.  I didn’t give him one, except for my body language.  He caught on to that and put his hands around my butt again, I think telling me not to pull out when I came. I didn’t. I wasn’t going to. 

I was taken aback when I started coming. He squealed a low guttural groan and literally devoured my meat as he fought to swallow and not lose any of my juice.  I think he was surprised how much I gave him, like a dozen or so ropes of thick, built-up cum that I’d been saving for too long.  When I heaved a big sigh, he milked my cock and backed off of it.

“Geezusss!  Do you always come like that?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Usually. This might have been a little more; it’s been a while,” I said.

“Damn, I’m gonna like taking care of you.”

“I think I’m gonna like you taking care of me,” I said.

When we came back in the hooch, there was a young kid looking at my rifle.  He had it in his hands.

“Don’t touch my fuckin’ rifle,” I said as I walked up and took it.

“Sorry, I was just admiring it.”

“This is like touching my dick.  Admire your own weapon,” I said.

I embarrassed him and he walked out of the hooch.  I held the rifle up and looked around the hooch.  “Nobody touches my weapon.”

Nobody said anything.

Although combat situations often create a more relaxed atmosphere between officers and enlisted men I didn't exactly hob-nob with the officers. I did run into Cunningham, the helicopter pilot, one night shortly after my last time out when he'd picked me up.  I had come out of the showers, heading back to my hooch.  He strode barely past me when he stopped.

"Courter."

I let the towel down from drying my hair.  "Yes, sir." 

"Out for your evening stroll?"  he asked with a smile.

"Just heading for my rack.  How about you, sir?"

"Little celebration over at the officer's club.  One of the guys had a birthday and had his first kid, a son, on the same day."

"He's gotta be happy about that," I said.

"Well, he is and he isn't," he said with a chuckle.  "He's doing the math.  He’s not sure it's his."

"Hell, if it's close, if I were him, I would take the odds."

"I'll tell him you said that.  Wish I could bring you along."

"It's okay, I know the rules, sir.  Besides, I'm not dressed for a party," I said, indicating my nakedness."

"Well, you never know," he joked. There was a noticeable hesitation then he said, "By the way, Courter, don't we have some unfinished business between us?"

I blinked, confused. He wasn't my CO, I didn't know what he was talking about.

"Don't think so, sir."

"There's a little matter of a blowjob," he said under his breath.

I burst out laughing.  "No, sir, that was only if you dropped me off in Saigon."

"I could cut this little celebration short, say an hour, and then fire up the bird," he said.

There was something in his tone that said he was only half joking, and I thought he was eyeing me with more than a casual notice.  I wondered if it was intentional, making it sound that way to cover his butt in case he'd overstepped the line with an enlisted man.

"I would, but Saigon's a long way off and I have to do some recon early tomorrow and I don't function well without sleep."  I said flippantly.

"Do you want to come to my quarters in about an hour, then?"

Okay, was he serious, or was he trying to trap me, I wondered.

"That'd be too obvious, wouldn't it? I don't want that reputation."

"Some other time, then."  He started to walk off and I turned to go into the hooch. 

"Lieutenant."

He stopped, and seeing me come back down off the steps he came toward me.

"Lieutenant, that sounded about half serious," I said.

"It was more than half," he said.  "And by the way, it wouldn't be a one way street."

"Fuck," I said quietly.

"Want me to fire up the bird? I can have you back in plenty of time," he asked with a tight grin.'

"Are you serious?"

"Damn straight."

"What about your party?"

"They'll never miss me.  Shit, we're both showered and shaved, it's a shame to waste it."

"Let me get dressed," I said.

A half hour later we were in the air, heading for Saigon.  I didn't know how he justified taking the helicopter and I didn't ask.  I didn't know where he set it down either, what installation, but when we were on the ground he commandeered a Jeep and we were off to the city.  It was a part of the city I'd never been in before, nothing looked familiar. But it was great to be back in the city. It was more than great, it was exhilarating. It was a bittersweet exhilaration though because I would be unable to try to find Jason.

"Where're we going?" I asked.

"A place I know.  Nice little hotel."

"Discreet."

"Very."

The hotel was better than nice--it looked like a small chateau--and nobody raised an eyebrow over two servicemen walking in together to get a room.

"You don't have to worry about your reputation here, because most everyone here has the same reputation," he said as we headed to the lift. 

"That's good to know."

The room was small but bordered on the elegant, with a strong French influence. 

"I didn't know they had places like this in Saigon," I said, taking it all in.

"It belonged to some French diplomat back when this was still French Indochina," the lieutenant said as he opened the French doors leading out to a small balcony. He stepped out to have a look around. "I haven't stayed in this room before," he said as came back into the room, pulling his shirt out of his pants.   He pulled it off, revealing a well-muscled upper body with a spattering of hair across his chest and a sexy treasure trail plunging into his pants.  He opened another set of curtained French doors to the bathroom.  He opened them wide. "Come have a look at this."

The bathroom was oversized for the room, with a very large tub with a shower, set up on claws, the gold plated fixtures on the side.  There was an ornate piece of furniture--more than a shelf--with neatly folded towels, bottles of bath oil and other fragrances, shaving gear and candles.  It was a corner room and another set of French doors opened out onto another balcony.  He opened the doors and we both stepped out and found ourselves overlooking the rest of the lush garden that circled the building.

"What do you say to a bath?  The tub's big enough for both of us," he said as he began undoing his belt.

"Sounds like a plan," I said.

"But you do have to get out of your clothes," he said.

"Yes, I, uh….I was taken by the room," I said.

"You're not nervous, are you?"

"Well, it is the first time I've made it with an officer," I said.

"The bars are hung up, and I put my pants on and take them off the same as you.  Being naked puts us on equal ground."

He was naked first.  He was smaller than me but well put together, like a lean college jock.  He had his back to me when he pulled off his shorts then he went into the bathroom to draw the water. 

"How do you feel about bubbles?" he asked, laughing.  "This stuff smells real good."

"Okay. I've never had a bubble bath."  My voice sounded hoarse, probably because of how he was bent over adjusting the water. My mouth was watering and I was having a hard time swallowing all the spit.  He had an ass to kill for and I was wondering what use he might put it to, what joys it might behold.  He did say, after all, that it would not be one way.

I went into the bathroom just as he straightened and turned around, and we got our first look at each other.  I don't know why but we both seemed startled.  For me, it was because of his absolutely perfect, naked beauty.

"Damn, Lieutenant, you're….fuck, you’re gorgeous," I said, a little breathless.

He laughed.  "I've been called good looking, but never gorgeous."

"Sorry, but that's the only word that comes to mind at first glance," I said as my eyes raked over his body.  "You could be a model.  An underwear or swim suit model.  Speedos.  You would really fill out that style."

"I would?  Stud, that's what took my breath away," he said, nodding to my cock.  "Damn, what did your mother feed you, to grow a cock like that?"

"Lieutenant, I was wondering the same about your butt."

"Ah, you like my butt.  The girls in school always loved my ass," he said.

"Just as many boys did, too, I'll bet.  You just didn't know it."

“Oh, I knew it. But I was too young and green and scared of why they liked it.”  He stepped into the tub, reaching one hand out to me. His legs disappeared in the mountains of bubbles up to his knees.  When I took hold of his hand it was the first I noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring. He submerged himself up to his neck at one end of the tub and I sat at the other end.

"Lieutenant, it's the first I noticed; you're married."

"Yes.  Does that bother you?"

"No.  Not, not at all."

"Some guys find it hot, competing with the wife and all."

"It is, sort of," I said.

"Well, you don't really have all that much competition.  It was sort of an arranged marriage," he said.

"Arranged?  Is she of a culture……"

"No, no," he said, laughing.  "I should say merger.  Fuck, I think it was probably discussed at a board meeting.  Very cold and proper."

"Pardon me for saying so, but you don't sound very happy about it," I said.

"Happy as I can be, considering I don't love her, and she doesn't love me."

"That does sound cold."

"It's a fact we've both come to live with.  Everything is very warm and cuddly, socially, which is all that matters.  If you're wondering if I feel guilty about this, I don't.  She's probably in a big tub in a plush hotel with one of her college studs."

"So, it's an open marriage."

"Shit, it's so open, we've shared our bed with her college studs and my college wenches."

"That's pretty open," I said, laughing.

"It's also the best sex we ever had," he said.  "I get off more watching her getting fucked than I do fucking her myself."

"Does she know….this about you?" I asked, indicating the two of us.

"Yes, although we don't refer to is as anything so perverted as homosexual activity.  We're more socially correct.  When I say we've shared our bed in foursomes, she's just as willing and eager to eat pussy as I am to suck cock."

"Whew! I'd like to get in on some of that," I said jokingly.

"It might be arranged," he said. I felt his foot sliding up the inside of my thigh.

"You said you were nervous about making it with an officer. I'm a little on edge about making it with a sniper," he said as he nudged his foot into my crotch, pressing my rubbery cock hard against my balls.

"I put my pants on and take them off the same as you do."

"It's not about how you put your pants on, it's what you do after you take them off.  I look at you and wonder how it must feel to live inside a body like that, with those steady nerves of steel that enable you to do your job."

"Well, I'm not exactly a robot," I said.  "I'm flesh and blood just like every other guy out here."

"And what flesh and blood it is," he said with a smile as he massaged my manhood with his foot.  "It must take a lot of blood to fill that thing up.  Godd, I want to take you home with me!"

"And what would your family say about that?"

"My father has always had a mistress, why shouldn't I have a mister?" he said.

"What about your wife?"

"The women in our two families pretty much expect their men to have a lover on the side."

"But a male lover?"

He shrugged and smiled.  "It wouldn't surprise her.  The rest of my family perhaps, but not my wife.  So, do you want to come home with me when this is over?”

"Thanks, Lieutenant, but I'm looking for someone."

"Couldn't you say you found him?"

"You’re offer is tempting but I'm looking for someone in particular.  We lost track of each other when I was sent stateside for a while and I came back to find him."

“Maybe I can change your mind,” he said. He rose up out of the water and came up beside me.  Big as the tub was he had to lie on his side. I put my arm out to cradle him and he laid his arm across my chest.

“It’s guys like you that make me jump the fence,” he said.

“You mean guys like me who are like you,” I said.

“Yeah, muscle attracts muscle, or something like that. I still get pretty wild over a good looking woman, but sometimes a good-looking, well-built man trumps a beautiful woman. Speaking of which, have you ever heard of the Purple Dragon?” he asked.

“Yeah, supposed to be the most beautiful women in Saigon,” I said.  “You wanta check it out later?”  If he wanted to, I didn’t want to appear completely anti-women.

“Yeah, but later. Much later,” he said as he rose up out of the water. He stood astraddle me with his cock aimed at my face. I ran my hands up his muscular thighs and took hold of his hips and opened my mouth to welcome his cock. He took barely a half dozen strokes before he was shoving it all the way into my throat and holding it there after each stroke.  I moved my hands around his hips to clasp his taut butt.  He let me play with his ass, deep between the clenching muscles till after a few minutes of sucking his cock and massaging his asshole, he turned around and bent over.

“That what you want?” he asked.

“Mmmmm, Yess!”  as I buried my face in his ass. All the while I was sucking his cock and now eating his ass, I had visions of him fucking me. And me fucking him.  Not that I really thought he would allow it but I so wanted to get inside his ass with more than my tongue.  I just wasn’t sure how straight he was; so far he was the top. I was encouraged when he let me use my finger in his ass.  He liked it; but didn’t they all.  But after only a moment or two he straightened and turned around to feed me his cock again.

“Do you like to get fucked?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.

“Stand up and turn around.”  He bent me over and I clasped my hands around the edge of the tub.  He entered me using the soap as lube.  I was glad it was a mild soap; it didn’t sting.  It was give and take.  He took what he needed and gave me what I needed at the same time.  He was good; he had some great hip moves. Good enough that I was soon thrusting back onto his cock.

“How about we take it to the bed,” he said. “We’ve got a long night.”

So much for the non-fraternization rules.

A flashing neon sign flashed Purple Dragon with an arrow pointing into an alley.  Inside, the lighting was soft yellow-tan like they used in movies to make a scene look old and vintage.  It was a mix of people, guys in uniform and out, as well as locals.  There was a couple who looked like American businessmen.

“This place is jumping,” I said.

“And it lives up to its hype,” Lt. Cunningham said.  “Look at these women.” 

I was dubious about coming here but the testosterone was pumping a different brand of juice and it was a good feeling to know once again that I wasn’t gender-dead.

“Yeah, something for everybody,” he said.  I saw he was eyeing a woman who looked and dressed like a supermodel in what could only be described as evening wear, walking towards us from the back. My first thought was that she owned the place.  I had my eye on a drop-dead, smokin’ hot woman at the bar, dressed in a top that revealed a quarter-circle of each of her beautiful tits, and a tight, very short skirt that showed off her long, beautiful legs. And high heels. I’d always been a sucker for a woman in high heels, and fuck, she had the legs for them!  Nice, long, smooth looking legs that just didn't stop. The stool on the right of her was empty and it was the only empty one at the bar.  I was anxious to stake it out.

“Look, whatever happens, we meet back here. Whoever’s here first, just wait,” Lt. Cunningham said as he moved off to confront the woman.

“Got it.” I made a beeline to the bar. “Is this seat taken?” I asked as I slid onto the bar stool.

The woman looked around with a sultry look and said, “I’ve been saving it for you, soldier,” in a throaty voice.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” I said.

“That’s all right, as long as you make it worth the wait.”

“What’re you drinking?” I asked.

“I let the gentleman pick the drinks,” she said.

“I’m not a gentleman, I’m a beer man.”

“I can handle that,” she said as she pushed her drink away.

I ordered two Bia Saigon, considered to be the best beer in the city--that’s what Toby had told me--and one glass. The bartender poured her beer in the glass.

“You know how to treat a lady,” she said with a smile.

“I didn’t get your name.  I’m Brad,” I said, tilting my bottle in a salute.

“Sonya.  Are you stationed in the city?”

“No.”  Caution kicked in and I didn’t tell her where I was based. I made a mental note to be careful what we talked about.  Beautiful as she was, she could be working for the other side.  I still hadn’t determined if she was a prostitute.  If she wasn’t, that left two options in my mind; either she was a spy or she simply liked American GIs.  I opted for the latter. It was common knowledge that the Vietnamese women liked American GIs, for various reasons.  Mainly, because we were bigger and stronger than their men, and we were hung better; the reasons we liked to believe.  Or they were looking for a way back to the States. 

I made small talk, namely, how beautiful she was. That, I knew, would turn her attention away from anything but me.

I turned on the stool and hit her leg with my knee. “Sorry,” I muttered and reached over and patted her leg

“No you’re not,” she said, laughing.  Godd, her laugh was sexier than her voice.

We talked through two more beers.  I noticed she did the lady like thing and pushed her unfinished one aside.  We still talked mostly about me.  She wanted to know where I “hailed from” and about my boyhood. I still hadn’t determined if she was a prostitute.  Before long we were turned facing each other and I had both hands on her bare legs and it didn’t matter.  She smelled good, and it just felt good to be making out with a woman.  But she stopped me whenever my hands ventured too far.

At one point I remarked that it was awfully noisy.  She cooed that her apartment was much quieter if I wanted to go there.

I told her I did and waited for her to mention a price.  She didn’t. We left and took a cab to her place.  We could’ve walked, it was close by, except she had on those sexy high heels. Or maybe she was in cahoots with the cab driver. That didn’t matter.  She lived on the second floor and watching her climb the stairs in the dimly lit staircase was a lesson in restraint.  Damn, I wanted to get my hands on that ass, and those legs. 

Her “apartment” was one room with a hot plate and a sofa that folded out into a bed.  It had a nice view of the busy street below.  It was a nice apartment and I was still waiting for her to name a price.  I walked over to the window to look out.

“I’ll get you a beer, then we’ll get you comfortable,” she said in that throaty voice.  With a bit of a flourish she handed me a beer then she went around lighting candles. 

I started to unbutton my shirt, to get comfortable.

She said, “Uh, Uh, honey, don’t do that, that’s my job.”

Okay, I thought. There was still no mention of money.

When the candles were flickering all over the place--about a dozen of them--she turned off the lights except the small, dim bedside lamp, and then she started unbuttoning my shirt.  We were standing right in front of the window.

“I’ve got nosey neighbors.  I know they watch so I like to give them a show. You don’t mind if I make them jealous,” she said.

“I don’t care,” I said.

She started taking my clothes off of me, and it was like she was practically worshipping my body.  Everything she took off, she licked and kissed the bare flesh she exposed.  She licked and sucked my nipples--fuck, that drove me nuts--then she started licking my armpits.  She licked and kissed my biceps, and that even felt good.  And my shoulders and down my stomach.  Her tongue felt like warm, wet, soft sandpaper. 

“You wait right here,” she said and when she had my shirt off, she gave my shoulders a firm squeeze, as if to tell me I should stay put.  She went over to a large armoire to hang up my shirt, and the way she walked set my nuts to tingling.  I’d almost forgotten this feeling for a woman. Godd, the way she rolled her hips!  On the street, it would've been criminal.  And those legs!! I could hardly wait to get between them, have them wrapped around me.  Fuck, have them wrapped around my head, because I was thinking about eating pussy.  I hadn’t done that in years and my mouth was watering. I was so fuckin' horny.  She came back toward me with that same earth moving walk.

“Please, could you fold out the sofa bed?” she asked.

Okay, sure.  Sex was in the air!  No hassle!  I knelt down on one knee to find the latch and she was standing about two feet away, looking so damned sexy in those high heels and the short skirt, that I sort of lost concentration and just stared.  She laughed, a real, sexy, throaty laugh, and asked me if I needed a drink.

That brought my concentration back and I found the latch.  I told her, “No, no, I can handle it.”

She laughed again and said, “Oh, I’ll bet you can.”

Fuck, I wanted to crawl over there and hide my face up under her skirt!  I unfolded the sofa into a bed.

“Ohh, I love your muscles," she cooed.

That embarrassed me but I liked it.  I was in great shape and proud to show it off, and she was practically worshiping my body when she was taking my shirt off.  She straightened up the bed and fluffed the pillows.  My tongue was hanging out as I watched her bend over.  Geeuzusss!  She had legs that didn’t quit! She turned back to me and started undoing my belt.  We were still near the window.

When she had my pants open she squatted down on her heels and I gaped down into her cleavage and the V’d display that the position offered up under her skirt.  I swear, every move she made seemed to be calculated to turn me on.  I had already slipped my shoes off and she pulled my pants off, and looking up at me with her eyelashes fluttering, she started licking and kissing my thighs, way up in the crotch, nuzzling her face in at the side of my shorts.  I wondered how much the neighbors could see with the dim light and the flickering lights in the background. I really didn’t care.  In fact, I hoped they were watching.

She stopped then to go over and hang my pants up with my shirt.  Damn, just toss ‘em, I thought. But she was very meticulous.   She came back and turned me around to take my briefs off and the whole time she was slowly pulling them down she was licking and kissing my ass, way up in the crack.  She had some trouble getting my shorts pulled down in front because by that time I was hard.  I lent a hand and pulled my shorts out over my protruding cock.  She pulled them down and I lifted one foot then the other so she could take them off of me, and she tossed them aside.  She pressed her hand into the small of my back as she licked up and down the crack of my ass, and I was thinking, man, women just don't do this shit, especially if they’re not getting paid.  I about shot off when she pulled my butt apart and started tonguing my asshole!  She was a master at sex torture.  After a few minutes, she turned me around. My cock swung around and hit her in the face.

“My Lord!” As she reared back.  “Damn, where did you have that hiding?”  She put her hand around it….long, beautiful fingers and nails….and moved it up and down the shaft a few times.  Her fingers wouldn’t have touched if it hadn’t been for her long nails.  “Ohh, stud, I can’t remember the last time I saw a cock this size.”  She put her other hand around it and jacked me with both hands.  Then she took the head in her mouth and started sucking me.  There was that tongue again!  Oh, Fuck!  I was afraid I was gonna cum!  But she had a knack--I don’t know what it was--she could suck and keep me edged and she seemed to know the precise second that she needed to slack off.  She removed one of her hands and took my cock deeper in her mouth, the head and some shaft buried in her throat. She used her mouth and her hand as a sheath for me to face fuck her.  She liked it when I did that; she moaned.  It was a deep, throaty moan that was so sexy. We were still standing in front of the fuckin’ window!

After a few minutes of that she removed her other hand from my cock and took me all the way down!  Buried her face in my hairs, her nose smashed against my lower abs and she was even licking my fuckin’ balls!  I couldn't believe it!  I’m big, but she took me down to my balls, while I played with her tits.  I reached right down inside her top and lifted them out.  They weren’t huge but they were firm, with nice big nipples. I couldn’t wait to wrap my mouth around her tits and suck on her erasers.  I didn’t wait.  I leaned down to suck it.  It was awkward and she let go of my cock to offer her tits up to me.

“You like those,” she said.

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Let’s do this.” She took her tits and scooped my cock up between them.  Oh, fuck, I was in heaven.  She let me fuck her tits standing up in front of her, and each time I thrust forward, she would lick and suck the head of my cock.  I had to stop several times to keep from going off.  She just smiled and kept her tits smashed around my cock.

After a few minutes of this wonderful torture she stood up, gave a little wave to her neighbors, and led me over to the bed and told me to lie back and enjoy, and then she started taking her clothes off.  She was like a very talented stripper.  Gorgeous body!!  Muscular, with flawless skin. I wanted to take her clothes off of her myself, but when I leaned up and tried to she wouldn’t let me; she said to lie back and enjoy the show. 

So I laid back against the headboard and slowly stroked my cock and watched this gorgeous body being bared for my pleasure. She kept moving her hips in the sexiest way, mostly from the back, and she had an ass that wouldn’t quit.  Not broad and soft, not a trace of sag or flab….her butt was nice and round and firm and when she moved you could see the smooth muscles working under the skirt. 

I was hot as a firecracker, wanting to see what that ass felt like in my hands.  I reached out for it a couple of times but she smacked my hands.  When she was down to the bare essentials, namely a very brief thing that was supposed to pass for panties, and the high heels, she turned back around to face me, in a coy stance that sort of hid her crotch, like women tend to do, and she held her hand down there.  I didn’t notice anything else, just her beautiful tits giving me a jolt in my cock, and her gorgeous legs.  Then she turned off the lamp so the only light was from the candles flickering on the other side of the room.

She slid in bed wearing this little black thing; something like a thong in back but more to it than a thong, and snuggled over to me, backwards.  When I moved over against her she said she loved it from the back, and she took my cock and guided me so I didn't really touch her except to have my hands on her butt.  Her skin was sort of satiny and supple, stretched tight over smooth, tight feminine muscles.  I thought, she had to be working out.  I couldn’t resist and suddenly I was all over her, trying to pull her over onto her back but she kept acting coy and playful and wrestled away from me.  I finally managed to get her into a position where she still had her butt to me but was twisted around so I could suck her tits at the same time and my cock was raging against her butt and she begged me to take it easy because I was so big. 

Fine, take it at your own pace, I've got all night, I thought, but damn, let’s fuck!  She insisted that she liked it best from behind, doggy style, and it was one of my favorite positions too.  She took hold of my cock to guide me while I hung onto her tits.  She cocked her butt back a little more and I felt her slick heat.  I nudged against it and she groaned to let me know it was okay, and I slid into the warmest, most snug honey pot I'd ever had and she was so fuckin' alive in there.  I mean she had muscles in there that milked my grateful cock and damn near jacked me off. 

She felt tight, but I slid in fairly easy after I penetrated her....damn, it was snug, and she let out a loud moan, whimpering about my size....but then she took over right away and started fucking me.  She was doing all the work and this horny Marine was going nuts.  She was thrusting back against me, fucking my cock and moaning and carrying on how big it was and how wonderful it felt filling her up.  I shoved my arm under her and wrapped both arms around her to get both of my hands full of her tits.  After a bit she let me maneuver her into the doggy position on her hands and knees where I could have more leverage, and I was up on my haunches, plowing her, with a solid grip on her tits for leverage, and she was going nuts.  I was fucking her hard.  Then I laid down over her, humping style, and moved my right hand down her very tight stomach--fuck, this woman had abs--heading for her pussy; I love working a woman's clit when I fuck her.  My fingers intertwined in her  hair and I was about to go in search of her clit when I felt something hot brush up against my hand. I stopped cold for the couple of seconds it took for it to start soaking in, then I felt the heat again, this time press against my hand. I went exploring, not for a clit because I knew I wasn’t going to find one. Instead, I wrapped my fingers around a huge cock!!

I have never been so shocked, then or since.  I was stunned out of my skull.  I muttered, "Oh, Fuck!" as I literally froze in mid-thrust.  She did too, sort of like she was afraid I might get mad or something.  But I thawed out pretty quick; by that time it didn't matter a fuck!!  I was no stranger to fucking male ass and hell, I was already fucking her--him--and it felt better than any real pussy I’d ever fucked, and I'd had my share of pussy. She was still squeezing her ass around my cock and moaning softly and my cock was still hard and demanding and I was still just as full of cum and testosterone and my cock didn't give a damn what hole it was in.

I quickly recovered from my shock, thought what the hell, and went right back to fucking her, figuring I would sort it all out later.  It was at that moment that it hit me that I hadn’t used a condom.  Well, it was too late, and she wasn’t going to get pregnant, there was nothing unpleasant about it, so I kept on fucking her.  I was on my haunches, riding her, fucking straight in, and she was thrashing her ass around and whimpering and squealing and clawing at the sheets.  I say she, because at this point I don’t think my brain had completely processed or accepted that she was a he and my cock still didn’t care. I was so hot I could hardly get my breath; I didn't know whether it was from the fucking, or the fact that I was fucking a guy that I thought was a woman had me so excited. And she was really fucking me back with total abandon now that she knew I was okay with it.

I really don’t know how long I fucked her.  It seemed like an hour, maybe it was--I am long winded--I know it was a long, wild fuck.   My thighs were screaming for mercy but I liked the position and I ignored the rising, aching pain.  I was going at it so hard that my stomach muscles started to ache, then my butt muscles hurt.  We had a saying that pain is fear leaving the body.  This wasn’t that kind of pain.  It was part of the sex, and it was awesome.  But then my legs started trembling like they were going to give out, but I didn’t wanta stop and change positions…. it was just too damned good and I didn't want to interrupt it.  So I just fucked right into a brain-rattling climax.  I mean that.  When I went off, it was so intense I thought I could feel my brains rattling and I was seeing stars.  I blew a load that felt like everything was being sucked out of me and deposited deep inside her ass.  I didn’t know where it was all coming from….it just kept coming.  I’d never cum so hard in my life.  It was so intense my asshole started to hurt, and there was an ache deep inside my ass--I thought that was my prostate being overworked--I could feel it palpitating in there.  Fuck, even it was sore.  

It was the most incredible sex I'd had in a long time. But it wasn’t a fuck, dump and leave thing either.  

I was beat.   She eased down onto her stomach and I lay on top of her, trying to get my head wrapped around what'd just happened; the reality of it.  The pieces all fell into place and gradually soaked in that the gorgeous woman I'd just fucked was a gorgeous guy; the raspy voice, the well-toned body, the firm tits.

I rolled off of her and we lay quiet for a long moment.  My mind was boggled.  I kept going over it in my head. She slowly moved onto her back and there was his cock lying up over his tight stomach--a big cock--but there were those gorgeous tits, too.  I reached out and squeezed them, I guess to make sure they were real, and I wasn't imagining things.  They were real.  Then, fuck, I reached down and took hold of his cock, like I needed to make sure that was real.  That was very real, too.  Then back up to her tits.  Yeah, like that, I was thinking his cock, her tits.  It was freaky. 

"Which do you like best, my cock or my tits?"  he/she asked with a soft chuckle.

"Fuck, I don't know....I think your ass.  But your tits are nice, too." 

“Well, I always had bitch tits so I just decided to take shots to develop them into real boobs.”

“Have you ever had a guy go ballistic on you when he discovered you weren’t a real she?”

“Yes, a couple of times, but I always pick guys that are worth that risk. The reason I acted so shy and coy about not letting you undress me and see me naked, once a guy gets his cock in me and then they discover I’m not the real thing, they don’t care.  A guy is not going to pull out of a hot, tight hole.”

“Do you ever have guys come back?” I asked.

He laughed. “Oh, honey, lots of guys come back. Hell, I have regulars.”

I thought the reason I asked that, honestly, was because if other guys came back, then it would be more okay if I did.  Yeah, I was thinking that. 

After we got “better acquainted” and his little secret was out, we were more comfortable with each other and I fucked her again, this time on her back.  Well, him on his back.  It was so fuckin’ weird, and so hot.  I’m fucking an asshole that’s better than any pussy I ever shoved my cock into but I’m looking at this gorgeous face and perfect tits and flawless skin, and she had those great long, muscular legs wrapped around me, humping me for all it was worth, but there was still that big cock down there, and a pair of balls instead of a pussy and a clit.  It was easy to forget when I was sucking on tits.

I was still sort of reeling with amazement, that this guy had pulled this off, and while I was fucking him I ran my hand over his face.  He laughed.  He was smoothly shaved, but I could feel a very light roughness.

"If you'd done that before, you might've guessed," he said.

Then I ran my hands up and down his thighs. His muscles were solid and smooth as silk

"I use hair remover on my legs," he said. “And my ass,” he added.  “Everywhere else I shave close but you would be surprised how many guys want to eat my ass and pretend they’re eating pussy.”

She let me shower--he showered with me--then sat and watched me get dressed.

“You’re so hot.”

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, you make a very beautiful woman,” I said.

“I don’t mind at all.  I appreciate your appreciation.  I hope I see you again.”

“I’m not in the city, but maybe you will,” I said.

Back at the Purple Dragon, Lt. Cunningham was waiting for me at the bar.  He smiled, shaking his head, when I walked in.

“What the fuck took you so long?”

“I’m long winded,” I said.

He waved the bartender to bring me a beer.  “Where’d you go?” he asked.

“To her apartment.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said.

I wondered if he’d had an experience similar to mine.  We sipped our beer and glanced at each other in the mirror behind the bar.  Finally, he brought his beer down and turned his stool toward me.

“Are we gonna level with each other?”

I laughed.  “You too, huh?”

“Out of her clothes, the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen,” he said.

“When did you know?” I asked.

“I was sitting back, sipping a beer, watching her take off her clothes.  She had her back to me. She already had me naked but she wouldn’t let me help her. When she was naked I stood up and moved up behind her, pressed my cock against her butt….Godd, she had such a nice, smooth, firm ass.  Reached my arms around to feel her tits; not huge, but nice and firm, then I moved my hand down to get a feel of her pussy…..”  He stopped and laughed.  “And you know the rest. Grabbed hold of a cock bigger than mine. Never been so shocked in my life. She said--he said--‘You can be disappointed, you can be angry, you can be disgusted but before you lash out, I’m a black belt.”

“Well, I was stunned but I was also stoned up.  I didn’t give a fuck about his black belt; I wasn’t afraid of him.  My cock didn’t give a fuck that there was another cock on the other side of that fine ass.  I said, ‘Oh, I’m gonna lash out all right,’ and I started licking and sucking his tits.  He melted in my arms.  One of the best pieces of ass I have ever had, maybe the best.  How’d it go down with you?”

I told him my story and we had a good laugh over it.  He asked me if I would go back.  I told him yes, would he?  He flashed a business card and said, “Fuck, yeah.”

We went back to his place.

‘Hey, Courter, we weren’t finished, were we, before we went to check out the Purple Dragon?” he asked.

“Weren’t we?” 

“No, you had all the fun,” he said.

“Well, I had a pretty good time of it but you seemed to be having a lot of fun, too, Lieutenant.”

He laughed, shaking his head.  “I hate to pull rank, but do I have to order you to fuck me?”

“No, sir!”

My only regret of that trip was, I never got to search for Jason.

Another time Lt. Cunningham took me up in his helicopter and I sucked his cock while we were flying over the jungle. It was hot as fuck.  I swear the whomp-whomp of the blades whipped up the testosterone like a wild fire. I asked him if he thought he could find someone else to fly the bird while we sixty-nined. 

“I don’t know any other pilots on the same team but I do know another guy who would be happy to sixty nine with you while I fly the bird.” 

That was pretty damned hot, too.  The lieutenant was a good man to know. 

To be continued... 

Posted: 03/13/15 rp