A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 71
 Other Places 

The other place I needed to go was the chapel.  I knew it would be there because it was real.  All that had transpired there wasn’t real but I still had to make a connection.  I walked in and crossed myself with holy water and went down close to the front near the grotto and slipped into a pew. I knelt on the kneeling bench and crossed myself again. Not as a preface to prayer but because it was what we Catholics did.  The saint was still here, towering over me, maybe a bit more blackened from the candle smoke.  So was Christ, still hanging on the cross, looking powerfully pitiful, and I thought of the real power in His coming down off of that cross.  It was the first time I’d thought of religion in a long time.  I looked at them both at the same time--Christ and the saint---and wondered which one I should address first; which one I had offended the most.  I hadn’t, really--for it had not happened--but there was something inside me that said it did, at least in my head. I had not been here physically, praying for Jason’s safety, and cursing when he died, but a dream is of the mind, and for over two years, all I had was my mind, so it did happen.  If I remembered it, I thought it, it was at least that real. It wasn’t making sense to me but I felt the need to make things right.  Really right.  And to express my deep appreciation. 

There was a Rosary laying in the next pew up and I picked it up. Coincidence, or divine intervention, I wondered.  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d said the Rosary and as I crossed myself with the crucifix I realized I didn’t remember how to say it.  I remembered the basics, but not the order of the prayers, and I didn’t know which holy mysteries were assigned to which day of the week.  I figured it didn’t matter.  It was the thought and the effort that counted.

I began to muddle through it, saying the prayers in reconciliation for being such a prick, but more with deep gratitude for my prayers being answered. In another time and place not of my making, I had cursed God and railed on the saint for not paying attention to my prayers when, in fact, they had.  Jason was alive and well and back in my life. Someone up there had truly taken pity on me.  My mind wandered after a few minutes of the repetitious prayers, back to our night at the Trent.  I shook my head to clear it. I shouldn’t be thinking about having sex with another guy when I was praying the Rosary!  But then, I thought, somebody up there listened when I prayed for the guy I was having sex with, so I guessed that somebody up there didn’t think sex with him was such a bad thing, or my prayers wouldn't have been answered. I gave the good warrior saints Baachus and Sergius their due credit for that.

I finished the Rosary and laid it back where I found it then went up to the grotto and knelt before the saint.  It was hot from all the burning candles. I lit another one. Properly humble, I thanked the holy man for all his favors granted. I also expressed my deep appreciation to Saints Sergius and Baachus. I wasn’t sure at the time that they even existed but I vowed to find out, and thanked them anyway, just to be on the safe side.   I even thanked them for the wonderful love that Jason and I had shown each other.  Then I went back to the pew and sat in the quiet solitude for a while.

Oddly, a name came to me from out of my past--Jack Burnside--the guy who comforted me in my time of grief, in more ways than one.  I started to remember more.  An orgy in someone's apartment. And Sergeant Randall, who came to visit. I remembered the dedication ceremony at Jason's school, and the two young football players I'd had sex with.  When images of a teenage boy began to emerge, suddenly I snapped out of it and shrugged it off.  There was no sense going back there.  No need to dredge up memories of a dream. There was no Jack Burnside.  No orgy, no Sergeant Randall.  No Jase.  Oddly, it hit me again that I didn’t have any of the things of Jason’s that I’d kept.  I never did have them.

I was leaving the chapel when I ran right into Jason!  It was a surprised moment of embarrassment as neither of us could find any words.  

"I was, uh….just taking care of some unfinished business," I said rather sheepishly.

Jason was more sheepish. "I never got around to thanking the proper authorities myself," he said.

I didn't know whether to go on or stay.  I asked him.  "Do you want me to stay?"

"Yeah, I think you should," he said.  "If you don't mind doing it again, I think we should do it together."  He laughed softly.  "Besides, you might have to show me how."

"You'll figure it out," I assured him.

We went in together, Jason lingering back just enough so I would lead the way.  "Do you believe in the saints?" I whispered. 

"I….guess so.  I sure ain't one so I know they must be pretty special."

"Then that's the one you need to talk to," I said, pointing to the saint I'd prayed to. I didn’t mention St Sergius and St Baachus because I wasn’t yet sure they were real saints.  Then I led the way to a pew near the grotto but still within perfect view of the Crucifix.  I went into the pew first and knelt down and crossed myself again.  Jason knelt beside me and did the same.  I realized I didn't even know if Jason was Catholic. I never asked him but Jason had never shown any outward signs of being Catholic and if he had told me I didn't remember.  He entwined his thick fingers and rested his chin on his hands and gazed at the grotto.  He didn't need my help; he was here, on his knees beside me; that was enough.  We stayed a long time.  Once I saw out of the corner of my eye, Jason making a swipe at his eyes.  When he brought his hands down to his sides and bowed his head I did the same. I wanted the prayers, whatever they were, to ascend together.  I was surprised then to feel his hand touch mine.  His fingers entwined with mine and he squeezed my hand.

I left the chapel with a feeling of peace and contentment.  I think part of it was that I felt I had a certain degree of approval of my love for another man and his love for me.  If not approval, at least acceptance or tolerance.  I didn’t know why, but as I walked on along the streets of Saigon beside the man I loved, I found myself searching for Jack Burnside’s place where we’d had the most incredible sex, I thought at the time.  I was being a total idiot; trying to walk back in time.  I told Jason I would like to go to Toby's.  He agreed. 

"Nothing like a good cold beer to top off a quiet prayer," he half joked.

So we turned and walked back toward Toby’s.  Always back to Toby’s.  It was our oasis in the middle of the jungle desert.

There was one thing about my phony past, as I called my time in the coma, that I couldn’t let go of; Jase.  He had emerged more than once now. He didn’t exist, yet the memory of him haunted me. I never told Jason, but one time when I was in Saigon I decided to follow the tracks. I went to the Dragonfly where I’d found Ling for Jason when he was in the hospital.  It was the same madam.  She acted like she recognized me but I figured she did that with every GI who came in the door

“I’m looking for Ling….red dress,” I said

“Red dress,” she said, pointing toward the bar.  “But not Ling. Ling not here.

“Where is she?” I asked

“Nobody know. She not show up one night, and never see her again.  Plenty nice girls, though,” she added

“No, I was looking for Ling,” I said.

Dead end.  But it didn’t stop the nagging.  I found the orphanage. There was no Sister Maria. There was a Sister Mary Margaret. Somehow that name was familiar, too. I told her I would like to look around the place with the idea of supporting her efforts. She was happy to show me around.  I realized again when the kids came running up to us, squealing and chattering words that I didn’t understand, that I shouldn’t have come empty handed. Sister Mary Margaret shooed them away and they scurried back to their play.  I made a mental note to bring candy and gum the next time.

As she showed me around, I made careful observation of the kids, checking out the many who had unmistakable American features.  I wouldn’t be very good at making an ID in a lineup; I couldn’t make out any particularly distinguishing features that would identify any one kid as belonging to Jason.  Then suddenly I had the chilling realization that I wasn’t or shouldn’t be looking for a child that looked like Jason. I should be looking for a kid who might resemble Jason, or me.  For I had fucked Ling, too.  I tried to remember if I’d used a condom, but it was too far in my past.  I knew I probably would’ve if I’d had one on me, but if not, I would’ve fucked her anyway, foolish as that was. Jason had used one that time in the hospital, but I knew he’d gone back to her after that, more than once--and so had I--and he would be as foolish as I was. I swept the compound with my eyes again, but I couldn’t see any distinguishing features on any face that would tie any one of the children over another to either of us. And I wondered why I was looking.

As the good sister showed me through the dorm rooms, I looked for a room that might resemble the one where I had spent the night with Jase before taking him back to the United States.  There was a small room with a cot and a pallet on the floor, very much like it, and she said it was a private room for the oldest of the boys.  I felt a tug in my guts; it could be the same place. I stared for a moment, with the feel that something was trying to draw me back.  I quickly moved on.

Regardless of the outcome of my visit, I was now committed to supporting the orphanage and I went with Sister Mary Margaret back to her humble little office to discuss it.  From our conversation I learned that much of the support came from GIs who she thought were easing their conscience, suspecting that one of the AmerAsian children might be theirs. She said that money was always appreciated but that most of the GIs were without money and made their contributions in the form of C-rations and building materials, cooking fuel, blankets, clothing, toys, toilette articles and other things that they seemed to be able to get their hands on. And some volunteered their time.  I told her I didn’t know what form my support would take, but I promised she would be hearing from me.  I left a little empty-hearted, and with the ghost of Jase still nagging me. It was ridiculous bit I couldn’t shake it.

One time in Toby's I told Jason about going to the orphanage.  He listened with a blank look.

“That’s good and honorable of you,” he said when I was finished.

We both knew we were dancing around the issue, which was not about supporting the orphanage.  I decided to bust it out in the open.

“I went to the Dragonfly, looking for Ling,” I said.

“She wasn’t there the last time I went there,” he said, still with his deadpan, straight face.

“They said she disappeared.”

“You should’ve asked, I could’ve told you,” he said.

“Jason, there's something….I….I can’t shake Jase,” I said.

He didn’t say anything.  He was going to make me say it.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never considered the possibility that one of those kids with American features might be yours.”    

“Or yours,” he said.

“Or mine.” I said, nodding.

“Every guy who’s ever had a piece of ass in this country wonders if he’s left a kid behind,” he said.  

“Sister Mary Margaret said a lot of GIs help support the orphanage,” I said.

“That’s the American way,” he said rather flippantly.

“I have to know,” I said.

“Why would you have to know if one of the little rug rats running around there is mine?  Or yours. There would be no connection to your Jase, either way.”

"Ling was his mother, you know," I said.

"That was in your coma," he said.

"If you knew for sure….?”  I left the question hanging.

“No way I could know that,” he scoffed.  

“But if you did know for certain….or even half certain…..”

He was good with the deadpan stare. He did not want this conversation. I dropped it for the time being and changed the subject.    

“How long are you in town?” I asked.

“Just overnight,” he said with a tight smile.  “Wanta head out?”

“Yeah,” I said. I thought he meant to the Trent, but we headed into the heart of the city. We hit a few bars, had some drinks, dodged a couple of fights and I thought we were heading back, possibly to the Trent, but then I saw the Dragonfly up ahead.  Jason steered us in. We were greeted warmly by the madam. Maybe she did recognize us from before; she acted like she did, but I didn't see how she could.

“Have you heard anything about Ling?” Jason asked her.

“No, no Ling,” she said. “Plenty of nice girls, though,” she said with a wave of her hand. “Both?” she asked, indicating the two of us.

“Yeah, both, but one girl,” he said.

She did a little double-take, obviously surprised, but she smiled. “I try to find one willing to take on two soldiers,” she said.

“Two Marines,” he corrected her.

She laughed and waved him off and went in search of a girl. She came back with a frowning smile.

“I find one willing. But must be easy with her. And no back door.”

Jason laughed. “Hey fine with me if we can both get through the front door at the same time,” he said.

“I no sure about that,” the madam said.  “Up to her though. Come.”

We paid her then followed her through the heavily beaded doorway and down a long, narrow, dark hallway. She opened the door to a room but it was occupied.  I caught a glimpse of a tight, muscular butt driving a cock between a pair of legs lifted high on each side, before she closed the door.

“Sorry,” she said.

She let us into the next room. “You can get undress,” she said.

“We’ll wait,” Jason said.

 We stood, and paced, and acted uncommonly nervous for a couple of stud Marines with our experience. I didn’t know what that was all about.

“Are you okay with this?” Jason asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“You wouldn’t rather go to the Trent?” he asked.

“I thought that’s where we were going, but this is fine with me,” I said.  It wasn't so fine but I didn't say it.

Just then the door swung open and a young girl was shown in. I glanced at Jason but his eyes were on her. She was also small in stature, which only accented her youth. She smiled at both of us and began to slowly unbutton the buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Most of the girls wore those dresses, like it was supposed to work up the testosterone, watching them undo all of the buttons, or letting the guy undo them. Jason reached out to help her.

“Jason….she looks awfully young. Shit she can’t be more than sixteen, seventeen tops,” I said under my breath.

“I twenty,” she said. “Don’t worry, I take both.”

I didn't believe her but maybe she was. It was hard to tell the ages of these people.  Jason looked at me and shrugged, and continued unbuttoning her dress. I didn’t really like it except that Jason was taking the dress off of her, and I started taking off my clothes.  Her age wasn’t my problem.  This was more about Jason and me being with her together.  When the dress came off she was naked. And, I noticed, she was shaved. I liked that. My mouth actually started to water, although there was no way I was going to go there.  Too much traffic down there.  The girl started undressing Jason and he held his arms out to let her.  I was naked, and hard.  I saw her notice, and she gripped the front of Jason’s pants to check him out, to see what she was in for.  Her eyes flew open and she smiled and said something I didn’t understand, and she looked back at my hard cock. I was concerned about a condom. Much as I loved fucking bareback, male or female, I didn’t like the idea of fucking this woman without a condom.  But I didn’t have one; I wasn’t expecting us to end up here.

When she took off Jason’s pants, she went down on him.  Jason looked at me, smiling.  I wasn’t sure what the look was all about, but if it was a silent invitation to join her, no way.  I wasn’t about to do anything like that, I would be tagged and every girl in the place would know it the next time I came in.  Not that I was going to frequent the place that often, but there would no doubt be other times for Jason.

Maybe the look was an invitation, and when he saw that I wasn’t going to do anything he pulled the girl to her feet. She turned him around and urged him to lie back across the bed, his legs over the edge of the mattress. Then, much to my relief, she reached in the drawer of the lamp stand and got two condoms. She ripped one open and put it on me then put the other one on Jason.  Then she stood on the bed and straddled him, going down to sit on his cock that he held up for her. She settled her smooth pussy on the head and inched down till it disappeared up inside her. She squirmed around on it for a moment then leaned over on him, sticking her ass up for me.  She had done this before.  She looked over her shoulder and ran her hand over the side of her butt. I stepped up to the bed and aimed my cock, my eyes fixed on Jason’s thick cock stretching her pussy so.  It was going to be a tight fit.  I nudged the head of my cock along Jason’s, trying to work it in.  She reached back to help, trying to pull her pussy open more, but she was tight.

It took me a couple of minutes before I finally shoved the head of my cock inside her.  She tossed her head back with a loud gasp and Jason’s hands came around to clasp around her butt, I guessed so she wouldn’t try to move away.  I gave her a minute then eased in, right on top of Jason’s cock. Godd, what a great feeling that was! I could feel his cock throbbing, I could even feel his heartbeat.  When I was all the way in, Jason hunkered upward, shoving his cock in as far as he could get it. The woman whimpered and groaned. I started fucking her and Jason shifted into gear.  I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I didn’t think it mattered.  If I finished too quickly, Jason could finish the job himself, but I didn’t see how he could last either. It was just too damned wonderful, our cocks sliding against each other inside the warm glove of her pussy. I could actually feel my cock sliding over the flanged underside of Jason’s cockhead, and feel it swell when our cocks touched. I wondered if Jason was feeling what I was; the sensations of my cock as well as the woman’s pussy.

We set a pace and a rhythm but didn’t stick with it.  We fucked her together, shoving both cocks deep at the same time, then we alternated, like two well-oiled pistons sliding back and forth, the friction powering our thrusts.

“Ohh, Fuck, man, are we gonna try to hold off?” Jason groaned as he was fucking her in tandem with me.

“No reason why we should, is there?” I said.

“Fuck, then, let’s get it done,” he said as he began fucking her really hard.

I wished we could rip off the condoms for the climax; it would’ve been awesome to come together inside her pussy, and feel our cum all over each other’s cocks.  Jason came first.  I thought he was going to fuck the poor girl a new cunt, and I had a hell of a time hanging on and staying in.  She was holding her hands over her mouth to stifle her outcries.  I tried to match his thrusts but I had to wait till he settled down before I could fuck her to the finish. I wasn’t far behind him; I could actually feel the surge of his cum gushing through his cock, then the heat of it through the condoms, and that was enough to set me off. I fucked her so hard at the finish that the bed and Jason’s head were banging against the wall.

We gave her a tip.

“I don’t know if we got our money’s worth,” Jason said as we were walking down the brightly lit streets.

“I did,” I said.

“We gotta try that with a guy sometime,” he said. Then he punched me on the shoulder, laughing,

“I will if you will,” I said.

We walked back in the direction of Toby’s, stopping at the guard shack where the Jeep was waiting.  We drove to my base camp first. It was a long way but we didn’t want to be apart any sooner than we had to. We said our goodbyes, in a studly manner in front of the driver, but I wished, and I know Jason wished we could have kissed goodbye.  I had a sense of melancholy as they drove off but I didn’t let it turn to regret. I wished it'd been just me and Jason in our room at the Trent instead of with the prostitute--I ached to have him fuck me again--but it was somehow enough just having him back in my life.  I could wait for the physical. 

I was okay with us parting now, knowing we would both be going out on similar missions, facing the same dangers. I was more okay with it than when he was the only one going out and I stayed back in Intel.  Don’t ask me why.

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/13/15 rp