A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 70
Back to Places I’ve Been 

It was another time when we were at Toby's after a couple of beers that things out of my past began to creep in again, like weeds that I'd pulled and they were coming back.  I let them. They were things I wanted to remember and put to rest but I didn't want them to haunt me.  I decided there were some places I needed to visit.  I told Jason I wanted to go back to his base camp to find the tree.

He nodded but didn’t say anything; I think he was humoring me.  When we met the Jeep at the guard shack Jason told the driver that I was riding back with them and he would have to bring me back into Saigon to catch my own ride. There were no questions asked. The young PFC said “Yes, sir,” like Jason was an officer.  On the drive back to his base camp, Jason told the soldier he would be late getting off duty because I was staying for chow and then he would have to drive me back after that.  The corporal said, “Yes, sir” again.

I didn’t say it out loud but, God, help me, driving through the jungle with him, I felt really like I was back home again. I got out at the gate of the compound.  It looked familiar; I had been here before, for real, but I was revisiting my dream as well. There were American soldiers, not Vietnamese, in the compound. I found myself looking around for the concrete bunkers; there were none. Jason got out too, and waved the driver on, telling him he would find him when I was ready to go back, then he stood waiting on me.

“Do you see it?” he asked, not mockingly. He was looking for reality too; he wanted to help me put one more thing to rest.

“No,” I said, searching the thick jungle opposite the base camp.

“What kind of tree was it?” he asked.

“A mango tree, I think.  Or maybe a banyan tree. Do they have mango or banyan trees in Vietnam?”

“Probably.  I don’t know.”

“It was a huge tree, must’ve been a thousand years old; had huge, gnarled roots,” I said.

“Like that one?” he asked, pointing into the thick green.

I saw it then, tucked away back in the lush greenery and heavy vines. I walked toward it; Jason stayed back.  The tree was eerily like the one in my dream.  I instinctively looked down at one of the huge roots sticking up out of the ground, knowing full well that this was not the tree, but this was the tree in my dream and I had to find it. 

“Hey!”

I turned around.  Jason was standing several yards away. 

“Catch!” he yelled, and threw something.

I snatched his dog tags out of the air.

“Bury ‘em,” he said.

I held the dog tags tightly in my fist, fighting down emotions that I swore I wouldn’t feel. I turned back to the tree, and what followed was a simple moment of reckoning.  It was a dream, I told myself; nothing but a dream. This was just another fuckin’ tree in another fuckin’ jungle in Vietnam.  There were no dog tags buried under the roots and it was American troops in the base camp, not Vietcong. I said it out loud.  “It was a fuckin’ dream, man.”  Then I turned and walked back.  I handed Jason his dog tags.

“That’s not the tree,” I said. 

“It is.  I could tell,” he said as he reached out and pulled my dog tags out of my shirt.  He took the chain from around my head and removed one of mine from its chain, then one of his, and he put both our dog tags in my hand and folded my fingers over them. “Bury ‘em, then it’ll be the tree. Really our tree.”  He looked at me funny.  “Come on, it's a way to put it to rest.  Bury them together.  Fuck, they'll be there for a thousand years. And no matter where we are in this God-forsaken country, we'll know we're together.  Nothing can ever take us apart.”  Then he took his knife out of its sheath and handed it to me.  “Go.  Bury ‘em.”

I made my way back through the thick vines and foliage and dropped to my knees between the gnarled roots of the huge tree. I looked up at it.  I thought it looked like the tree, but there were a thousand trees like it in the jungles of Vietnam. I began digging under one of the roots, then deeper, past another root, till I had dug a burrow. Then I stuffed the dog tags in and covered them, packing the dirt hard over them.  I knelt there for a moment, trying not to get emotional, trying not to feel stupid.  For the moment I was where I'd been in my past.  Then I looked back and saw Jason standing there, waiting for me.  Jason, in the flesh, not a guide. I shoved myself to my feet and wiped the dirt off the knife as I walked back. I handed Jason his knife and he sheathed it. We looked at each other but didn't say anything.  We never spoke of it again till years later.

We had chow and it was good to be in the company of Jason’s buddies again. A few of them remembered me, and they were all interested in hearing about my absence.  They couldn’t believe I had worked my ass off and even gone through basic training again just to get back to Vietnam, let alone going through jump school and sniper school on top of it.

“Arrogant shit, he didn’t think I could get the job done by myself,” Jason joked.

I felt a little freer as we rode back to Saigon.  Jason came along, he said to keep the driver company driving back to their base camp.

Approaching the city, Jason turned in the front seat and said, "How about a turn at the Dragon Fly?"

I wasn't expecting it and I stammered around and he said it was okay, we didn't have to go.

"No, you threw me a curve, that's all.  I'm good to go," I said.

He gave the driver--his name was Danny--directions to the Dragon Fly.  There, he gave the kid some money and told him, "Go back and park the Jeep at the guard shack and go wait for us at Toby's.  We'll meet you there when we're done.  The guard will point the way."

"Why do these kids look so young?" Jason asked as the kid drove off.  

"Or why do we look so old," I said.

We stood out in uniform. We had a couple of beers then went with the girls we'd hired to their rooms.  I was hoping it would be a double with Jason but they led us into separate rooms.  I wasn't in the mood to fuck so I laid back and enjoyed a pretty good blow job.  I was waiting at the bar when Jason came out.  My beer was nearly gone so he didn't order one.  We headed back.  We found the driver sitting on a bench beside the ponds. 

"I've had too much to drink, I can't drive," the young Marine slurred.

"That's okay, I'll drive," Jason told him. 

The boy had a lot too much to drink.  "Is there a reason you sent me to Toby's?" he asked both of us because he couldn't focus on one.

"It's a place I know, that's all," Jason said.

"Do you know they've got gays there?"

"I've heard the rumor that the place is gay friendly," Jason said.

"It's no rumor.  They're there. You can't see 'em, I mean to recognize them, till one of them makes a move on you."

"You had a guy put the move on you?" Jason asked, laughing.

"Right at the bar!"

"Shit, no!" Jason said, shocked.

"Damn straight.  I was on my third beer when I feel this guy's knee press against mine.  I thought it was an accident at first but when I moved away and he kept doing it then I knew it wasn’t no accident."

"What'd you do?"  Jason asked.

"Well, after three beers I was having to piss so I got up and went back to the restroom and he followed me.  Came right up to the urinal beside me."

"That sounds pretty normal to me," Jason said. 

"I didn't think so, he could've put one urinal between us."

"So what'd he do?"

"Well, I was a little dizzy and was swaying around a little and I was having trouble getting my pants unbuttoned.  He asked me if I needed some help.  I told him no, and I didn't need any help, but just as I hauled my cock out to take a piss, he reached over and took hold of it, 'to help me out', he said.  Well since he was holding my dick I just put both of my hands against the wall to steady myself."

"That's really helping a buddy out," I said, speaking for the first time.

Danny laughed. "That wasn't all he did.  When I was done pissing he gave my cock a few shakes and milked it down a couple of times and fuck if I didn't start getting hard."

“Well, I guess you didn’t have too much to drink after all,” I said.

"Did he stuff it back in your pants for you?" Jason asked.

"Not right away he didn't.  He just kept pulling on it and helping it get harder and harder then he guided me back in one of the stalls, and fuck if he didn't give me a blowjob!"

"Well, I guess you weren't so drunk that you didn't know a good thing when you saw it," Jason said.

"Oh, fuck man, it was more than good.  I never felt anything like that in my whole life.  It was way better than jacking off."

Jason and I looked at each other, both of us thinking the same thing; jacking off was the sum total of the boy's sexual experience.

"You know what else he did?"

"What else?" Jason asked.

"He got me off.  I mean all the way off.  I mean he took my load in his mouth!  Not only that, he swallowed it."

"Well, I've heard those guys do that," Jason said.

"That's not all."

"Fuck, dude, what else is there to a blow job?" Jason asked, laughing.  "I mean, that's about the ultimate for a blowjob, if a guy takes your load in his mouth then swallows it."

"That's not all he did, though.  When he was sucking me, he had his hand between my legs and he was playing with my butt.  He kept wetting his fingers in his mouth and putting it back there to rub my asshole.  It felt really good.  Then before I knew it, he had his finger shoved way up in my ass, as far as he could reach and he was….fuck, I don’t believe I’m telling you this….but he was rubbing something up in there that drove me fuckin ' crazy.  Man, I had to hold onto the top of the walls to keep my legs from buckling under me.  Shit, when I shot my load I bit my hand so hard I almost drew blood.   Talk about intense!"  He was breathing harder just relating the story to us.  He let out a sigh and said, "Man, I wanta find that guy again."

"You liked that, huh, his finger doing a number in your ass," Jason said.   

"Oh, man, if you've never had that done to you, you need to.  It was like I guess getting fucked.  Finger fucked I guess was what you'd call it, only guys aren't supposed to get fucked, are they?  I mean fucked for real.  But this was just as good."

"I guess maybe they are supposed to, that way anyway, if it felt that good,” Jason said.

"Man, I wanted to scream, it felt so good.  But I don't understand it.  I'm not gay.  I like girls. But I'd want that done to me again if I got the chance."

"I guess it's okay to like girls and have a guy suck you off both," I said.

"Yeah, sure sounds like it, we gotta try that sometime," Jason agreed.  Then he said, "Why don't you go back to the guard shack, Brad, and get the Jeep and pick us up.  That'd save me from carrying Danny, ‘cause I don't think he's going to be able to walk a straight line."

As I was walking away I heard Danny say, "I'm sorry I can't do my job and drive."

"Don't worry about it," Jason told him.

When I returned with the Jeep, Jason bundled Danny into the back seat and climbed back there with him, leaving me to drive. Heading out, I told Jason I wasn't expecting to make the trip back to his base camp with him.

"Just drive out a little ways and get some wind in his face.  I don’t wanta take him back drunk," he said.

So I drove some distance out, leaving the lights of the city far behind us, I looked over my shoulder and suddenly I knew what was going on. Jason was slouched down in the seat and Danny was groping him.  They both had their shirts off.

"Fuck, man, I don't believe you're taking advantage of that kid," I said, laughing.

"I'm not taking advantage of anybody," he said.  "Am I taking advantage of you, Danny?  Do you want us to stop."

"No!  Oh, fuck no!" the boy gasped.

"Geezuss," I muttered, and kept driving.

A mile or so further Jason told me to turn off and find a place to park the Jeep.

I turned off at the next possible wanna-be road and plowed through a wall of bushes and vines till we came into a small clearing, of sorts. 

"Come on, Danny," Jason said.

"Where're we going?  What're we going to do?"

"Just outside the Jeep.  We're gonna give you what you want."

"You were almost doing that in the Jeep."  The wind in his face hadn't done much to sober him up.

"We're gonna give you more of what you want, only bigger and better," Jason said.

"But what?"

"You said it felt real good, like being fucked.  That's what we're gonna do."

"No, man, you can't fuck me!  Guys don't get fucked!!" he said.

"Guys get fucked all the time, don't they Brad?"

"They sure do," I said, going along with it.  "I get fucked every chance I get."

"Here's what we're gonna do, Danny Boy.  After we get done fucking you, you can fuck us.  Either one or both of us, cause we both like getting fucked."

"Is that true?" Danny asked me.  "You're gonna let me fuck you?"

"We’ll see how things work out," I said.  “By the time he gets done with you, you may not want me to.”

All the while, Jason had maneuvered the boy around to the front of the Jeep.  He bent him over the hood and pulled his pants down to his ankles.  I still thought we were taking unfair advantage of the boy but he wasn't fighting it, he was going willingly so I figured maybe we were doing him a favor.  And fuck, he had an awesome little ass.  Jason shoved his own pants and shorts down and spit on his cock. It was rather unceremonious the way he plowed into the boy's cherry but it wasn't the most ideal time and place for lingering, loving sex. 

Danny's howl was muffled by Jason's hand already on his mouth and he told me to give him something to keep him quiet.  I knew he meant my cock.  I climbed up on the hood of the Jeep and shoved my pants and shorts down and fed the boy my cock.  I FED it to him; he didn't exactly take it willingly at first, and I realized it was the first time he'd ever had a cock in his mouth. But once he got his first taste of man-meat he sucked me willingly, even eagerly, and he was pretty good at it.  I thought we'd probably awakened something in the boy.

“You gonna be quiet now?” I asked him. He uttered a muffled groan, shaking his head. “Okay, I’m gonna change positions,” I said.

He grabbed hold of my hips, trying to keep from moving away from him but I wrested free and climbed down off the Jeep. I sat on the ground and slid between his legs with my head resting back against the Jeep bumper. His sizeable cock was going crazy, throbbing and bucking and quivering right in my face.  I grabbed it and guided it to my mouth.

“Awww…..Ohh, Godd” he cried out.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jason growled.

I didn’t suck him as much as he fucked my mouth, using the momentum of Jason’s thrusts to go deep in my throat. He was literally pumping out ball juice and it tasted so good.

It wasn't a languid, lingering fuck.  And I didn't get to fuck him because Jason fucked the boy's load right out of him and that put him out of the mood, especially after I drained his cock and swallowed his load.  I did move up and feed him my load, though, and just like the guy who had given him his first blow job, Danny took my load and swallowed it like the good little cocksucker I was sure he was going to be.  He didn’t like it very much but he said he was glad I made him take it.  He said he was glad Jason had "put the make on him" and made him want to be fucked.  He sounded proud to have lost his virginity.

He was disappointed that he was unable to fuck either of us but Jason told him that was all right, he could do it some other time. He wanted to know when and where. Jason told him we would all meet up at Toby's sometime.  I drove us back into Saigon to get a ride back to my base camp and left young Danny in Jason's capable hands.  I wondered if they would stop again for sex on the way.

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/13/15 rp