A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 69
Don't Mean Nothin' 

I lay on the bed and watched the familiar sight of Jason taking off his clothes. My heartbeat increased with each thing he took off as I realized that this was no dream; the rippling and flexing of his muscles was real.  I drank in the sight of him, every ripple of every muscle, and it thrilled me to see him. When he removed his pants, his shorts were tented with his hard manhood. I thought he might leave them on, but he shoved them down. When he straightened, his cock stood out and up enormously. It was absolutely beautiful and he looked even bigger than I remembered.

      “Don’t mean nothin’” he said, giving it a hard whack. He lay beside me on the bed on his back, his big cock throbbing up over his stomach. Our thighs touched, I thought purposely. “I mean it; it don’t mean anything,” he said again.

I laughed, finally, and it felt good. “It’d be pretty hard to convince anybody that that don’t mean nothin’,” I said.

“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do,” he said as he turned over onto his stomach.  “Anything else can wait. So talk to me.”

It was a strange experience, emotional, and at times intense.  Jason let me cry when I needed to.  He was true to his word that his hard cock didn’t mean anything.  Once when he was lying on his back again, I tried to reach for it but he brushed my hand away.

“You can’t talk with your mouth full, and you know that’s where it’s gonna be if I let you touch me,” he said.  "So close your eyes and go back and see what else you can remember."

So I closed my eyes to try to ignore the beautiful male that I loved so deeply lying beside me with the big cock throbbing up over his belly, and I talked. I didn’t know how long I talked and he laid there and listened, interjecting a question now and then, mostly just laying his comforting hand on my stomach or my chest if I started to get emotional.

“Who was this Townsend guy, and Jeremy somebody you mentioned?” Jason asked.

“Doesn’t matter….they didn’t exist,” I said.

“They did in that span of your other life and if you can remember anything about them, I’d like to hear it.  Especially about that cabin. What happened at the cabin?"

"No. It'd be like telling a fairy tale, it would serve no purpose."

“I like fairy tales. And I’d like to hear about the stadium they named after me.”

It bothered me a little that he seemed to be making light of it when it was very real in that certain time of my life, but it came swirling back.

“They were two jocks who went to school where you did. You weren’t in the same grade—they were younger--but they knew you, from a distance.  We met up again later at the cemetery and they were in uniform; Army Rangers. There were these two high school jocks that escorted me around at the dedication ceremony. I gave a speech and afterwards they hung back, wanted to talk to the two Rangers about the military. We all ended up at a cabin. I don’t recall everything but there was a lot of sex, I remember that.” I stopped suddenly.  “This is dumb, telling you about people who didn’t exist and rehashing things that didn’t happen.”

“Okay, let’s let it go,” he said.

 “I want to see those pictures sometime,” I said.

“Sure, I’ll bring ‘em,” he said. “Or ask Toby for them.”

“I….went through your stuff when you died….I kept some things…..” I laughed.  “Some condoms….didn’t think your mother needed to have those.”

“That was thoughtful of you,” he said, laughing with me.

It felt good to laugh.

“I slept in your room….with your football,” I went on.

“Yeah, I left it on my bed,” he said.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“What’s the matter?”

“That’s where it was!” I said, gaping at him “Your football was standing on end between the pillows.”

“No shit! That’s just how I left it! That is fuckin’ weird!”

“You see why it’s going to take a while to get it all sorted out. Things keep coming back, and I don’t know whether they were real or not, and some of it is very real, even though it’s not.  I mean, I never really slept in your room but I can describe things about it.”  I didn’t mention the flight home with the casket, or meeting with the funeral director, or his brother and the peaceniks. He was alive, there was no point in rehashing that.

"If you were in my room, did you meet my folks?" he asked in a measured tone.

“Yes."

"No shit?" 

"Your dad….when I was staying at your house.…he stood in the doorway of the bathroom and watched me while I shaved….he asked me a lot of questions about you,” I went on.

Jason didn’t say anything for a minute then he muttered "Fuck, man.  He did that with me when I was home, stood there and asked questions."

I went on.  “I always took beer when I visited your grave.  Drank one while I talked to you, and left one on your headstone.”

“Thanks,” he said.  

I had to wait before I could continue. There was still Jase that I wanted to talk about but I didn't know if I should bring him up.  I wanted to but I didn't know if I could.

“What else?” he asked after a moment, sensing that I wanted to say something more. “I wanta hear all you can remember, whether it’s real or not.  If you talk about it, it’ll help you sort it out, the real from the dream.”

“I bought a place out in the country, with a woods and a creek.  Jase loved it,” I said.  There, I said his name.

“Jase….my son,” he said.

“Yes.”  I smiled, even at my own dream fantasy.

“Who was his mother?” he asked.

“Ling.”

He blinked. “No shit! I know a Ling!”

“She was a prostitute,” I said. “She vanished after the fall of Saigon.”

“Hey, don’t you remember? Yeah, she was a prostitute at the Dragonfly. You brought her to me when I was in the hospital. Red dress. You stood guard at the door while I fucked her.”

I had to suck in air.  “That part was real then.”

“Damn straight.”

“I guess my mind must have been drawing on real life experiences when I was in the coma.”

“Except for one thing….you said the fall of Saigon. That sounds like we ain’t gonna win this thing. I hope that’s not any kind of psychic prediction.”

“I don’t know.”

“So, back to Jase. Tell me about him.  Did he look like me?”

"Enough.  He was beautiful with his American features and his  high cheek bones and flawless skin. He was built like you. Even hung like you.  And he had your eyes.  He was so amazed at everything that was in the grocery store, and the mall. He loved Denny's.  I got him into school.  He was smart.  He played sports. He was a hell of an athlete.  I taught him to drive, he had my Jeep to drive.”

“Sounds like you spoiled him,” Jason said, laughing.

“Jase skipped school one day and went to your old school. Your locker still had your name on it, your jersey was still hanging inside along with your jockstrap, and your helmet was sitting on top.”

“Well, part of that is definitely out of your coma; I’ve still got my old jockstrap,” he said.

I fast-forwarded then, skipping over the sailor I’d met at Wright Patterson, the escorts and Jase fucking Hunter.  I was relieved that I hadn’t really had sex with Hunter, my nephew. I didn’t tell Jason that I gave Jase his stuff, and showed him the pictures. None of that mattered now. I talked about mundane stuff and I didn’t worry that part of the real was mixed in with the unreal.  He was right, though, talking about it was helping sort it all out.

After a while there was a long silence, with only the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the sounds from the street.

“I, uh….wrote you a letter while I was home,” Jason said.

I felt my stomach tighten into a huge knot, and I couldn’t find the words or get my breath. I had not mentioned any letters.

“I drove up in the hills with a six-pack….being back home, away from here, there was stuff I wanted to tell you……”  His voice trailed off when he saw my expression.  "What?" he asked.

Suddenly I got up from the bed and went over to the open window.  The walls were closing in around me again.  I needed fresh air. I had the towel in my hand and I swiped the sweat from my forehead.  Jason came up beside me.

"What, Brad?" he asked again.

I took in a deep breath and let it out.  “You were sipping piss- warm beer and writing me a letter when you could’ve been in town banging some chick’s brains out?” I put in.

"Something like that."  He looked at me with a stunned, confused frown.  "My God!"

“I got your letter, Jason.  Toby gave it to me,” I said.  I didn’t mention that there were two letters.

“I never gave it to Toby,” he said.   

“No, because you died in the plane crash.  The letter made its way to Toby,” I said.

“What else did the letter say?” he asked.

“No, you go on,” I said.

“I don’t remember everything I said.  Just some things I wanted to get out--about feelings--I do remember that I wrote, if I was ever together with you again, I would show you……”  He stopped when he saw my look.  He rubbed his hand across his chest, as if to kick-start his breathing. “Oh, Godd, that part’s real, and it happened….in your dream, it happened, didn’t it.”

“Yes,” I said, a chill running through me.

“This is too fuckin' weird,” he said. “I don’t know what’s happening to us, Brad.  You tell me about a letter that you didn’t even know existed, but it did, and you fuckin’ know what was in it.  There’s something supernatural going on here. It feels like I’m being drawn into your dream, and we’re suspended out there together somewhere, in limbo, not knowing which way to go.”

“Stay out of it,” I said as I walked back to the bed. “Stay out of my dream. You don’t wanta go there.” I sprawled across the bed on my back.

“No, seriously, Brad, there was something between us during that twenty-six months.  We had a connection.  I felt it then and I can feel it now....something connecting us,” he said as he joined me on the bed. “Thinking back, there were times….times when I could feel a presence, like you were with me.  Maybe I was floating in and out of that dream with you.”

Suddenly there was another flashback. I rose up, horrified at what I might find as I looked him up and down, inspecting his naked body.

"Were you ever captured?" I asked.  I didn’t see any cigarette burns.

"Uhhh….yeah."

"Were you ever wounded?" I brushed my fingers over his shoulder.

"Yes, but that’s all real. I was a POW for a short while, and I got banged up pretty bad when the vehicle I was in overturned.  You brought that girl in the red dress to the hospital.  Those are real memories.”

I lay back down and started to cry again. It came over me like floodwaters, causing my stomach to tighten and my body to shake with my sobs.  I threw one arm over my eyes to hide my face.

"I know it's going to haunt me but--there's so much I don't remember and too much that I do, but God, I am so thankful it was all a dream," I said.  

I was shaking. He flattened his hand against my stomach and began rubbing it across my abs and I knew the time for dredging up old memories, real or otherwise, was over for now. He rose up and leaned over me and very slowly brought his face to mine, his eyes unwavering.

"I don't know how to help you, Brad, all I can do is be here for you and listen," he said.  His voice was husky and he was speaking very close.

Oh, Godd, he's going to kiss me!! He had kissed me in the alley but this was different; we were naked.  Our lips touched ever so lightly and he brushed his across mine.

I let out a little nervous whimper as he kissed me and I opened up, tongue willing, and kissed him back. It was gentler than earlier in the alley but I trembled, or the bed shook, under our passion. It was the longest kiss I’d ever had; almost an act of making love in itself. He was half on top of me, with his hard muscles pressed and writhing against mine. He wasn't doing this to calm me.  It was more than that. Suddenly, with our mouths still locked together, he slid one arm under my back and pulled us over so I was on top of him.  In that position, I assumed the dominant role and it was me kissing him, and it was he who was responding to my kiss. It went on for a very long time, till we broke, gasping for air.

“Geezusss, Brad……” he gasped huskily.

"I was thinking the same thing," I managed to say. The mere sound of his voice, so filled with emotion, sent a chill through me and I leaned down and kissed him again. His hands clasped around my butt, squeezing the muscles hard and I arched my back to arch my butt into his strong hands.

“Godd, you feel so good,” he whispered.

“So do you.”

He moved his hands high on my waist and urged me up over him, I thought perhaps so he could enter me and fuck me, and I moved up to the position, so his hard cock throbbed against the crack of my ass.  But he pulled me higher and I realized he wanted me to come up and sit on his chest. He wanted my cock!!  Oh, Geezuss….I couldn’t believe it….he was going to go down on me!!  I was almost afraid to let him; afraid I was back in the dream and it would all vanish the moment his mouth touched me.  I didn’t thrust or even hunker forward to give my cock to him; he came after it.  He wet his lips and lifted his head and took my cock in his mouth, about half of it. I whimpered and gaped in disbelief, afraid even to feel the pleasure he was giving me.  But there was no denying the incredible sensations of his tongue washing over the head of my cock and lashing back and forth along the tender underside of the mushroomed flange. I remembered that I had read somewhere that men have larger taste buds on their tongues than women, and I was certainly feeling his. I stayed there astraddle his chest and stared at the juncture of his mouth on my cock as the tears rolled down my face.

I was ready, and I knew he was, but he wouldn’t force or rush me.  I reached back for his cock.  I was working up some spit for lube when he threw me a curve that rocked my world.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said.  His voice was husky but powerful.

I stared down at him, I knew with a blank look on my face. My cock, slick with his spit, rested alongside his thick neck, throbbing angrily, the veins bulging. His deep blue eyes gazed up at me out of his handsome face with a look I’d never seen before, from him or any other man; a wishful look, a little confused perhaps, wistful and loving, almost pleading, and I didn’t fully comprehend it.

His strong hands around my hips urged me off to the side and I was on my knees beside him.  He turned over onto his stomach and I saw his butt muscles clench and tighten several times, beckoning me.  I put my hand on his butt, just at the small of his back. My mouth was watering; my cock throbbing.  I couldn't believe it was happening.

“Jason, I….I don’t know if can do this,” I said.

“Looks to me like you can,” he said with a mischievous grin as he fisted my slick cock. “Feels like you can.”

“No, I….I don’t know if I’m ready for it,” I said.

He rose up on his elbows and looked at me with his own blank look that turned into mild disbelief, and I saw the hurt in his eyes. He shoved himself back up off the bed to stand.

“As much as I want to understand….I’m having a hard time handling you like this, Brad,” he said as he went over to the open window facing the alley. “I don’t know how.”

My eyes fixed on his awesome butt as he went to the window, then his very manly silhouette against the light.  I didn’t understand.  He sounded confused and hurt, maybe even a little angry.  I hadn’t meant to do that.  I didn’t mean to hurt him.  It was just too soon for me. There was something from the dream, pulling me back, some force back there wanting to connect that part of my life with this very real moment.  I didn't want it, I didn’t understand it and it frightened me.

“I understand what you’re going through, Brad, but…..”

“No, you don’t,” I cut in.

“I'm trying!” he blurted. “I can understand how it’s hard to cope with trying to sort out reality.  But while you were wherever you were, I was in my own little hell." I was taken aback by his outburst.  "First, I couldn’t find you.  I couldn’t get any information. I spent my nights wondering where the hell you were, wondering if your name was on a KIA roster somewhere. I laid out in the fuckin’ jungle and I hated.  I sucked up the hate out of my guts and used it to do my job. Every one of those gooks I brought down might be the one that blew up your barracks.  I went to Toby's.  I don't remember how many times I went to Toby's and I waited and waited and I got drunk.  The terrible part was, when I got drunk I lost hope and I gave up, said fuck it.  And I did that.  I tried to fuck it out of my system. I even got angry at the guys I was fucking, because they weren't you.  I begged, I threatened, I even bribed a guy for information but nobody I talked to seemed to know anything.  I was desperate.  Till I tracked you down in that hospital.  Dammit, I even prayed. Do you know how long it’s been since I prayed for anything?  Like, never, because I didn’t need to.  Everything I ever wanted, I went after.  I couldn’t do that this time.  I wanted you, and I couldn’t get to you.  I was up against a brick wall.  You were in a coma and I was helpless to do anything about it, and I didn’t know if you would ever come out of it.  And I never wanted anything so bad in my entire life, so I prayed.  Not in a church, but while I laid out there in the fuckin’ jungle, waiting to take another man’s life, I prayed to a God I wasn’t even sure existed.  But by God, my prayers were answered and I will never doubt Him again.”

“Jason….Godd, I am so sorry.”

“No, don’t be sorry,” he said sternly, his voice lowered.  “Don’t you dare be sorry.  Just come back to me.  I said I wrote you a letter. I said things in that letter that I didn’t have the balls to say to your face. Well, I’ve got my balls now, and one of the things I wrote….I wrote that I loved you, Brad.  I loved you so damn much it tore my guts out. And I just want you back, Brad. I want you back.”  His voice broke.

“I’m back,” I said.

“No, you’re not,” he said and tears came to his eyes.  “You’re here, but I don’t have you back. I offered myself to you, and you…. Godd, I want you, Brad in the worst way.  I know you have to understand that, ‘cause I know how you’ve wanted me.”    

"I do, but it was such a shock when you said that."

We stood looking at each other for a long, quiet moment, tears rolling down his handsome face, and in that moment I felt a kind of transformation come over me. I didn't see it in Jason….it was just me….he didn’t need it.  A new strength flowed into me, and a strange inner peace that had eluded me for so long.

“I know I’ve got a ways to go before I get to where I need to be, but for you, Jason, I’m back,” I said as I reached up and swiped at his tears.  I put my other hand on his hip and he let me move him to the bed.  “I won’t fuck you.…but I want to make love to you,” I said.

“Whatever you want, however you want it,” he said. “I want you inside of me so we’re one.  I’ve been inside of you and I thought that made us one but it was never complete, was it?  I want you inside of me, then we’ll be completely one; that’s how I’ll know you’re real.”

I backed him up to the bed and he sat down then lay back with his knees cocked up.

“You gotta know, you gave me a bit of a shock when you took my cock in your mouth.  And even more when you asked me to fuck you,” I said as I crawled up over him.  "It took me a moment to process that."

“I didn’t surprise you, kissing you?” he asked.

“Not so much.  We’ve done that.  I remember you said you liked it.”

“Those times were never like that one,” he said.

"No.  It seemed so natural." 

"It felt natural," he said.

I put my hands on his knees and shoved them toward his chest. He crooked his arms around his thighs to tilt his butt up for me.  My Godd, I thought when had I seen anything so beautiful!?

“You don’t need to be easy,” he told me, swiping his eyes.

“I will be,” I said.

“Don’t treat me like a pussy.  I’m a Marine now, remember.”

I laughed. “Damn, I was going to eat you like a pussy to get you warmed up,” I said.

“Fuck, yeah, I remember your tongue. But I’m all right, you don’t have to.”

"I want to," I said.  "I really want to. I want to make love to you, Jason."

"I'm yours, then, buddy, do whatever you want with me."

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, face to face with his awesome butt.  "Godd, Jason…. you don't know what this does to me, seeing you again like this."

He laughed softly and that turned into a soft moan as I began licking his ass. 

"Ohh, fuck! Yeah, I remember that tongue," he said.  "Ohh….Oh, Godd, yeah, lick my ass….tongue it….get your tongue way up inside me.   Get me ready for your cock."

I pulled his hole open and dipped my tongue in the crater of his asshole.  He gasped and whimpered. "I'm going in deeper," I murmured.

"Yess, go deep.  Stretch me open and fuck me with your tongue. Godd, I always loved you doing that."

I forced my thumbs into his hole and pulled it wide open, so I could see the rosy inner muscles palpitating anxiously.  "Your asshole is winking at me," I said.

"No, it’s begging. Don’t tease me, give me your tongue."

I drove my tongue into his hole as deep as I could, causing him to cry out.  He quickly put his forearm over his mouth to stifle the noise but his whimpering groans were still loud.  He clamped one big hand over my head and pushed my face hard into his butt.  I gave him all I had till he suddenly stopped me.

"You're gonna make me cum!"

"Don't wanta do that yet," I said as I licked his gaping hole then kissed the inner slopes of his butt muscles. I locked my mouth tightly over his hole and forced in as much spit as I could work up. Then I stood and rubbed his spread butt with the head of my cock.  “This may hurt some,” I warned.

“Don’t mean nothin’,” he said.

I pushed forward and felt the firm muscle around his hole give.  Then the tighter muscle of his asshole began to give way too. He sucked in a quick breath and winced a little when I penetrated him, but he didn’t cry out at all.  I knew he couldn’t; it wasn’t in him to act that way.  His sphincter spread apart and locked tightly around my cock.  Godd, so tight!  I entered him slowly, the soft inner lining of his ass parting and folding gently around my cock like warm velvet as the tight sphincter squeezed harder, still trying to prevent my entry.  I wanted to linger all the way in and I must have been going too slow.

“All the way,” he said when he thought I paused.

I eased in the rest of the way and pressed my loins hard against his spread butt.  He tightened his asshole and his stomach tightened.

"Okay?"

"Yeah.  Thought you said it was going to hurt," he said.

We stayed like that for a long moment, my cock throbbing gratefully deep inside his body, while I tried to comprehend the reality of what was happening.  I shook my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming.  I had my cock deep inside the man I loved, he a virgin, and he was smiling up at me.  A tear fell to his chest, then another. 

"What's this?" he asked as he swiped them up and licked his finger.

"I don't know," I said.  I didn't want to get weepy on him but I said, "Must be the angels weeping with joy."

He hunkered his butt harder against me, urging me to fuck him.

It was pretty incredible….it all was.  I was still reeling from our reunion at Toby’s; I couldn’t believe I was at last actually making love to the man I loved more than anyone in the world. I fucked him slowly.  I relished every second, every inch of my cock sliding in and out of him, being caressed by his ass. Godd, I was inside the man I loved. I made love to him, kissing his neck and his chest, nibbling on his turgid nipples, kissing every inch of his muscles that I could reach, his biceps and his armpits.  But I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

"I can't believe you held out on me," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"You never told me it would feel this good," he said.

"As many times as you fucked me into delirium, you should've picked up on that," I said.

When he began hunkering up against me, meeting my thrusts, I knew he wanted more than the loving I was giving him.  He wanted to give more of himself to me; he wanted me to fuck him, hard, man on man. 

I picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder. He responded in kind, his tight abs acting as a springboard, lifting his butt in fast humps. My balls slammed against his butt with each thrust of my cock.  They even hurt a little bit, but it was a good hurt.  The bed rocked and creaked under us. I brought into play every technique I knew; every one he had used on me. I pulled back till his tight asshole locked tightly around the flanged rim of my cockhead, and I tugged back some more, stretching and pulling his asshole outward.  When I tugged too much he hunkered up to keep my cock inside him. Other times I titillated him more by pulling out completely, stretching his asshole in the process, then fucking just the head in and out with short, fast jabs. When I did that he begged me to shove back in. I shoved in hard and deep and twisted my hips around to make my cock lob around inside him. He cringed and gasped and moaned when I did that. I pulled all the way back and cork-screwed back in to the hilt. 

"Ohh, Godd!  Ohh, yeah, do it, stud. Give it to me.  Fuck me. Godd, it feels so good."  

I fucked him crazy.  Even his moans and whimpers sounded confused, as if he didn’t know what to expect next.

He was surprisingly relaxed, but remained tight, his muscles stretching but clinging tightly around my cock. I was on a sexual high myself.  Every stroke inward brought new sensations. Every pull back was a buildup of the next thrust inward.  Part of it was visual. I drank in the sight of his handsome face in constant change with goofy smiles and contorted grimaces, and his beautiful, muscular body writhing under me fueled my desire for him.  I didn’t know when lovemaking gave way to raw lust.  Maybe it didn’t, but if not, the lovemaking became more intense, even brutal, if making love can be depicted as brutal.

Maybe it was when he said, "You can kick it up a notch if you want to."

I definitely wanted to. I was no longer gentle, and he responded in kind, humping his butt up to swallow my cock in great anal gulps. Godd, he was so hot, and his heat was making us both sweat.  It dripped off my face onto his, and he licked it off his lips. Several times I leaned down and kissed the saltiness away, and that created more intense heat when the kiss didn't end.

He devoured me in those kisses, fucking my cock harder than I fucked him.  "Ohh, Godd, Brad," he murmured, "Fuck me harder. We've lost so much time."

I didn’t know how long I fucked him but when I slowed he picked up the pace himself.  We should’ve turned the fan up higher, I thought.

At one point when I saw the grimaces on his face, I asked, “Are you close?” I asked.'

“You could get me there if you half tried,” he said.

“Do you want me to try?” I asked.

“This is your mission, I’m just the spotter,” he said.

“Let’s do it together,” I said. “I’m gonna ride you hard, make you come.”

He nodded, and seemed to brace himself.

I clasped my hands over his thick, hard chest muscles, both for leverage, and because I liked feeling his muscles. His tits burned into the palms. I fucked him straight in, on my knees. I rose up and fucked him with downward strokes, like I was trying to nail his ass to the bed. I couldn’t tell which he liked best so I alternated back and forth. After a few minutes, I let go of his pecs and lay down on him and slid my arms under his armpits and got a tight grip around his shoulders. It was good leverage for really hard fucking. Our faces were close. His eyes kept darting around, like he was searching in my eyes for something. Then they settled into a gaze into my eyes.

“Did you find what you’re looking for?” I asked.

He frowned.

“Your eyes, they keep shifting and darting around, like you’re looking for something,” I said. “Did you find it?”

“Yes,” he replied. His gaze didn’t waver now. “Godd, I love you so fuckin’ much!” he whispered, and his eyes still didn’t move.

“I know,” I said.

“I think I always have,” he said.

“I think I’ve always known,” I brushed my lips across his. 

"I wanted you to, but I was always afraid to ask," he said.

“I’m gonna kiss you and we’re not gonna break away. Let me know with your tongue when you’re close.” With that, I locked my mouth over his and probed between his lips for his tongue.  It met mine, lashing wildly.

The last minutes were a hard, incredibly intense fuck, made more so by the intensity of our kiss.  He let me know when he was ready, with his whimpering groans and his lashing tongue. He jammed it down my throat, and I thought he was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth.

I brought him to the precipice but edged him, easing off with my cock strokes just enough to keep him there without going over the cliff, by moving my cock back and forth through his hot hole in tiny stokes.  It was still more than he could take.

He suddenly broke our kiss and groaned loudly. “Ohhh, Godd…. Godd, Brad, what the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Fuckin’ you, like you wanted,” I said. “Do you want it harder? Longer? Deeper? Or maybe just slow and easy, or……”

“Dammit, Brad! Don’t do that!  I let you know I’m ready! Fuck, I damn near sucked your tongue out!  Fuck me, dammit!  Fuck me hard, like you mean it!  I can’t do this, man!  I wanta come, and I wanta feel you coming in me.”

 “They’re gonna hear you all the way to Hanoi,” I said with a tight smile, and covered his mouth with mine again. I didn’t stop this time and I didn’t edge him.  I fucked him like he wanted to be fucked. I fucked him like I thought another Marine would want to be fucked. I was the one who let him know with my tongue that I was about to come. He responded and we talked tongue language as I began blowing my heavy, long overdue load deep inside his quivering ass.  I think the first shot set off his trigger and the next second he was shooting huge ropes of thick semen all over himself.  Mine shot into him and spread through his guts like thick, warm balm. I came so hard it felt like my asshole was going to turn inside out and I could feel my balls drawing up in their sack.  I didn’t really fuck him during all of it; we just held on to each other, so tight it would’ve been hard to tell where his body left off and mine began and let our bodies convulse through it. I was flooding his insides. The bed shook and rattled, we came so hard.

After a couple of minutes I lifted my head, breaking our kiss. Jason sucked in a deep breath of air.

“Fuckkk!” he gasped.

“You okay, Big Man?” I asked, smiling.

“I don’t fuckin' know,” he said.

After a long moment I laughed and rose up, letting his legs down on either side of me. His upper body was streaked with ropes of cum.

“Shit, your mouth’s bleeding,” I gasped.

He made a cursory swipe with his fingers across his mouth and    wiped away the blood. He laughed and I saw more blood but it wasn’t from his mouth.

“Fuck, I bit your tongue!”

He stuck his tongue out against his hand and there was more blood. He started laughing.

“I’ll get a cold washcloth.”  There wasn’t a washcloth but I wet the corner of a towel and brought it to him. He held it in his mouth and kept checking the towel till the bleeding had stopped.

“Maybe I’ll get another Purple Heart,” he joked. "Godd, that was awesome," he said.  Then, “Thanks for not raping me."

“Maybe next time," I said.

“Whew! Godd, once you were in….fuck, I wouldn’t have cared. I never dreamed it would feel like that.”

“See what you’ve been missing?” I chided him.

“You never told me.  Selfish bastard, you’ve been getting all the goodies all this time. You should’ve raped me a long time ago, so I would know what it’s like.”

I was eyeing the streaks of cum on his chest and neck and shoulders, and some on his face.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“What?”

“You’ve got that hungry look in your eyes. Go ahead, if you want to.”

“You know me too well,” I said. I leaned down and began lapping up the warm, thick cum that his great cock had belched out; some so thick it lay in globs and clung like glue. I sucked in the globs and smashed the stuff against the roof of my mouth. It was like bursting flavor buds.  Godd, he tasted good.  While I cleaned him up I wedged myself between his legs and eased my still rubbery cock back inside him.

“Godd, again?” he moaned softly.

“Just teasing,” I said as I withdrew my cock.

“Ooohhhhh,” he moaned softly as my cock left his guts empty once more.  The head of my cock popped free and I looked down at his gaping hole, at my cum running out. 

“It feels like Niagara Falls down there,” he said. He lifted his head.  “Do you want that too?” he asked.

“If it wouldn’t gross you out, I wanta mix it, mine and ours,” I said.

“Fuck, no, I don't mind.  It’s your mess, you ought be the one to clean it up,” he said.

“No, actually, it’s your mess,” I said. “It’s your asshole that’s letting it drain out.   You should have tightened it up."

“But you’re the one who so brutally stretched my asshole open,” he said.

I smiled and started to lean down to his chest but he stopped me.

“Wait. Come up here,” he said, pulling me up on top of him.  “You’ve got some on your chest and stomach.”  With that he pulled me up over his face and began licking his cum off of me.

I was mesmerized at the sight of his tongue lapping up the thick globules of his own cum. What would he do next, I wondered! I saw that he wasn’t swallowing, but holding it in his mouth. When he was done he nodded and tilted his head in a beckoning gesture.

“Just a minute,” I said. I lapped up some of the thick globules of cum from his chest and stomach, then I hunkered down to lick his asshole to get some of mine.  I rimmed him for a moment, sucking my own cum out of his ass and he clenched his asshole, pushing it out for me.  I pushed the mixture of cum inside him.  Then I sucked it out of him, all I could.  When I had a good mouthful I lay up beside him to kiss him again. I was surprised when he put his hand around the back of my head and drew my mouth to his, with his tongue lashing out anxiously.

“HHmmnnnnnn!!” he moaned loudly as he sucked our cum into his own mouth and washed my mouth with his tongue and his own spit. We swapped our mixture of cum and spit for a moment then we both swallowed.

I felt myself getting hard again, and I broke the kiss.

“Fuck, that was so hot I’m shaking inside,” he said. "Do you want to shower and take a break?" he asked.

"You mean there's more?" I asked jokingly.

"There fuckin' well better be," he said.

There was no hesitation about us showering together.  There wasn't much room but it didn't matter.  We spent a lot of time pressed tightly together, kissing under the weak spray of water.  Jason had never been so hotly passionate.

"You know the hot water is gonna be running out," I said.

"I don't care."

"I don't care either," I said.

I knew what was coming and as we were drying off I felt apprehensive, maybe downright scared.  Like a schoolboy about to lose his virginity.  Demons out of my past were pushing into my brain, demanding to be emulated.  I cringed quietly inside, trying to push them back without being noticed.  They had no part in this. What lay ahead between Jason and me was new memories to be made and cherished.  But the demons pressed on.  I moved away from Jason, wrapping the towel around my neck.  I went over to the window.

"Brad?  What’s the matter?"  I could hear the concern in his voice.

"I feel like I need to be exorcised," I said quietly.

He came up behind me and pressed his body against mine.  He was warm despite the cooling shower.

"What's the matter?" he asked, wrapping his muscular arms around me.

I almost told him, that it was all coming back, but I didn't want him to think he had to compete with ghosts out of my past  "I don't know," I said.

"It's the anticipation, that's all," he said.  "It's been so long."

I laughed softly.  "Christ, I feel like a virgin."

"Let me love you, Brad," he whispered, kissing and nuzzling my neck. He turned me around in his arms and our loins pressed together.  His cock was like solid rubber.  I was bone hard.  He leaned down and kissed my tits and I breathed heavily in his ear.  He raised his head again and his eyes locked on mine.  "Let me make love to you like you did me."

"Yes," I said, nodding.

"It doesn't have to be right this minute," he said.

"Yes, it does. I feel like I’m going to explode and when I do, you need to be the one to cause it."

He turned us around and guided me back to the bed.  When I felt the edge of the mattress against the back of my legs he laid me across the bed and came down on top of me.   I liked the weight of his muscles on me, his big, hard cock lodged between my thighs and nudging against my balls.  He wedged his knee between my thighs to spread my legs wider.  I lifted them up and he laid them on his shoulders.                 

"You tell me if you want me to do anything different," he said as he crouched down.   Oh Godd, he was going to rim me!  He was right, it was the anticipation, and I could barely stand it.  I felt his hot breath wafting over my ass.

"Ohhhhh, Godd, Jason," I cried out softly even before he touched me with his tongue.

He murmured something and licked my quivering asshole. He licked and kissed my ass and I could feel it opening up for him.

"Ohh, yeah. you're opening up for me," he whispered. He tapped against my hole with the tip of his tongue.  I laid a hand on top of his head but quickly withdrew it.  He reached up for my hand and placed it back on his head as he was stretching my hole open with his fingers.

I moaned again when he drove his tongue inside me.  His tongue felt like soft sandpaper against the delicate lining of my ass.  He shoved it in deep, as far as he could reach and I squeezed my asshole around it. I could feel him forcing warm spit into my ass. After several moments of the exquisite torture he left my hole and kissed along the miracle inch leading upward from my asshole.  He licked my balls and sucked one in his mouth.  I winced from the roughness but he didn't notice.  He took turns with my balls till they were almost sore then he pulled my cock straight and licked up the shaft.  It quivered violently as he lashed along the underside of the head. 

"MMMnnnn, yesss!" he whispered as he licked up the precum that was cascading down.

He had been rubbing my asshole with his thumb, now he shoved it through my hole.  It felt good and caused the anticipation to mount. I wanted him so bad.  He worked his thumb around inside me, brushing over my prostate from time to time.  At the same time he kept lapping up the copious ball juice that he was forcing out of my cock.

"Oh man, it's almost like you're cumming," he murmured.

"I could easy enough, if you keep it up," I said.

"No, you can't cum yet." But he didn't let up.  He tongued me hard and shoved both thumbs in me and pulled my ass wide open so he could get deeper inside me.

I was trembling inside with anticipation, and ready to scream from the pleasure he was giving me.  He locked his mouth tightly over my asshole and I could feel him forcing more warm spit inside me. The time was drawing close.  He took me to the edge one more time then stopped and rose up over me. 

"Man, I never thought I could be doing this, licking up your ball juice and eating your ass."

I smiled at his grin as he lowered his face to mine.  It wasn't a kiss but simply a brushing of lips over and over again, but it caused me to tremble inside.  His cock nudged against my hole, still open enough to welcome and I felt the head set firmly in the gap.  I was slick enough with his spit to lube his cock as he nudged forward and his cock forced its way through the clenching sphincter muscle till it locked tightly around the head.  He paused only seconds, still half kissing me, his eyes searching mine, then he began entering me. 

I was nearly overcome with joy as his big cock bore into my guts, its heat firing up the nerve endings all through me. 

"Ohh, Godd, Jason," I whispered.  He quieted me with a soft kiss as he went deeper.  I whimpered, "Oh, Godd….Ohh, Godd," over and over again, and silently lifted up prayers of gratitude to the warrior saints, Sergius and Baachus.  There would never be any doubt in my mind that those two fierce, brave warrior martyrs had brought us together.

When he was in all the way he held me tight and I clung to him and the kiss took on momentum.  He didn't move his hips but his huge cock was fucking me just the same with its hard, steady pulsations. 

"Feels like your ass remembers my cock," he said with a grin.

"I think your cock remembers my ass, too."

"Oh yeah, it remembers everything about it.  And my body remembers every ripple of your muscles.  I want to stay like this for a minute while everything gets reacquainted."

"Yess."  I could have stayed like that for the rest of the day and night, basking in the intense love that seemed to undulate between us; his love feeding off mine, and mine off his.  It had never been like this before, and I knew I was in for the fuck of my life, because he was fueled this time by his profession of love for me.

He eased back, then shoved back in and even that simple move pushed the air out of me.  It had been so long.  I remembered, my body remembered, but it still washed over me as if it were the first time.  I was spread out before him, his for the taking, willing and vulnerable, like a virgin.  He fucked me slow and easy at first, as if he was working up a head of steam.  He rolled and rocked us to and fro, hunkering up over me then rocking back to his haunches to push the next thrust into me.  Needless to say, Jason knew what he was doing and his talents were compounded by the emotions I could see in his eyes.  This was no ordinary fuck for him either. His huge cock felt like the work of art it was; I felt like I was being privileged to enjoy a premier fuck by the Master of Fuck.  I believed he truly loved me.

"Fuck, this is one hell of a challenge," he said hoarsely.

"What?  Why?"

"Trying to hold off so I can do this right," he said.

"Don't.  There's no need to, there're plenty of times ahead of us," I said.

"But this is the only this time," he said. 

Yes, it was, a reuniting of our bodies--our very souls--after such a long time apart.

"And we can’t be sure of that, can we?  Neither one of us.  Not anymore," he said.  Suddenly he smashed his mouth over mine and kissed me so hard that my lips hurt.  But I gave back in kind.  His passion demanded it, and I could give him nothing less.  He held us tightly together and the only thing moving then were his lips and his hips.  "Godd, Brad, I love you so much it hurts inside," he whispered.

"Don't hurt.  Don't love me so much," I whispered back.

"Can't help it.  It's there, inside me.  It's been there for so long, and it wants out."

"Let it out, then," I said.

"I will.  You know I have to, but I know it's always going to still be there, so it's gonna keep hurting."  

"Godd, Jason, I don't want this moment to ever end."

He kept fucking me.  "Yes you do," he said.  "The end is what we strive for, ‘cause the end is what makes it all worthwhile.  I know you wanta cum, and you want me to cum inside you.  That's what makes us one. I like to think….no, I believe….that some part of me--the essence of me--is absorbed into your body, and yours in mine.  It's a renewable source, your cum and mine, and all the energy it takes to drive us both crazy for each other."

I didn't know where that was coming from but I loved it.  So I didn't hold back.  I let him fuck me crazy, and drive us both into that oblivion of raw, star-bursting pleasure that nobody thinks he can stand till the next time.

He didn't announce it.  He didn't have to. I could tell it was coming.  He expertly took me right up to the edge then with barely a shudder his cock exploded, sending torrents of hot cum to bathe my insides.  His trigger set mine off, then came the secondary explosion.  I shot thick ropes of cum up across my own chest and shoulder and beyond, and all over my face as he tilted us up.  After what seemed a long time in that oblivion he began kissing me all over my face and neck and gathering up my cum with his tongue.  When he had the best of it in his mouth he kissed me fully on the lips and we shared my seed.

He shoved himself up at arms' length over me.  "Holy Fuck!  That was like nothing I ever felt before; nothing like we ever did before," he said. 

"Yes, I felt it too," I said.

He lay hard on top of me and hugged us tightly together for a moment then rose up again to pull his cock free, then he lay beside me.  I was still filled with so much emotion inside.

"I hope I made my point," he said in a more lighthearted tone.

"Oh, was there a point?" I asked with a mischievous grin, picking up on his lightheartedness.

He smacked me in the stomach.  It was a good moment.

"I couldn't come up with anything you needed to do differently," I told him.

"There's something I've been thinking about," Jason said, now more serious.  "We've both written the last letters….you know….."

"Yes."

"Well, the CO's got a copy of mine and you've got the other copy," he went on.  "It's not impossible that both of our base camps could be taken out at the same time."

"I never thought of it."

"I think we need to give Toby copies, with him as alternate authority over everything, in our places."'

"Yeah, good idea." 

We lay there for a long time, quiet in our thoughts, and I didn't like the somberness  that followed what he’d said.

“Listen, we’d better shower and get out of here before you do get raped,” I said.

"Maybe it wouldn't be so bad," he said, but we both knew we had to go.

We showered together, crowded into the tiny stall again. We washed each other but it was as much an excuse to have our hands on each other’s bodies. The thought came to me, fleetingly, why men everywhere didn’t feel free to do this with one other, even back in the high school locker room. What would be so wrong with it? 0 He dried me off first, then used the damp towel to dry himself. We got dressed, but were reluctant to leave the room. We both stood there, looking around.

“It’s good to be back,” I said.

“It’s good to have you back,” he said.

"A lot of this is all new to you. How do you feel?" I asked with a sly grin.

"Well fucked," he said.

"Up here," I said, tapping his head.

"I'm okay.  More than okay.  It's something I can take back with me, to tide me over till next time."

"Not to mention all those little sperms swimming around inside you," I said.

“It’s different this time,” he said.  “Before, I was the one going out and you stayed back in Saigon.  Now we’ll both be going out.  I don’t like it.”

“Why?”

“I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”

“Something did.  And I wasn’t out there, I was right here in Saigon.”

He paused.  “Yeah, it did.”  Then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “Just be careful.”

As we were leaving the room, Jason hesitated at the door, his hand on the handle.

“Listen……” he paused, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to say it. “This has been fuckin' unbelievably awesome,” he finished.

“Yeah, it has,” I agreed.

“It can be awesome again. I mean, whenever we can get together, I’m okay with it everything we did.”

“That’s good to know,” I said. “It’s not going to be so easy to get together now, though.  I won’t be here, waiting for you to come in.”

“No, I’ll just as likely be the one waiting for you now. And worrying,” he said.

“Serves you right, for all the worry you caused me,” I said.

Our eyes met, searching.

"I've never seen you like this," I said.

"I surprised myself," he said.

"No, I mean….like this….I've never seen so far into your eyes."

"What do you see?"

"Your soul, I think."

I felt like a new man and I saw a new bounce in Jason's step as we walked back to catch our rides.  The light of day was fading. Walking through the park, Jason guided us into the shadows of the trees that overhung the ponds. 

"How do you feel?" he asked as he guided us back into the low hanging branches. "All over, inside and out, I mean."

"I feel….I don't know….so much.  It’s hard to explain,” I said.

"Do you love me?"  he asked.

I blinked, too surprised to answer for a moment.  He waited patiently. 

"You don't ever have to ask me that," I said.

"Then you won't mind……."  He pulled me into his powerful arms and kissed me yet again.  I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back.  Our loins ground together and I felt his manhood pressing against mine, both starting to come to life.  It was the most intense declaration of love I'd ever imagined.  It seemed a long moment before we broke.

"Geezuss, we're really pushing the envelope," I said, a little short of breath.

He pushed us apart, as if he just realized that we had committed a grave offense, two Marines kissing in public.  But he kept his grip on my arms.

"You stay safe," he said.

"I will.  You, too."

"I mean it, Brad.  I can't bear to lose you again."

"I went through too much to get over here and find you.  You're stuck with me," I said.

"You go first," he said, nodding to the street.  I gave him a funny look.  "I want to stand here and watch you walk away."

"You want to ogle my ass," I said jokingly.

"Yeah, that too."

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/13/15 rp