A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 74
Ground Rules 

In from another mission, I had gone to the orphanage to see how the new roof was holding up, and to see the boys.  I knew their names now; Kyle and Devon.  Yeah, they had names; American names.  Things were getting personal.  Not up close and personal….I wasn't interacting with them or anything….but it was personal in my mind.

From there I headed for Toby's on the off chance that Jason might be in, too.  The city lights always did something to me, gave me a feeling of exuberance and excitement.  I didn't know why I was drawn to the glittering lights but I found myself standing in front of a small jewelry shop, looking in the window at the array of rings, necklaces, bracelets and watches. Some bore well-known brand names but I had to wonder how much of the stuff was cheap fakes.  My eyes fell to a grouping of rings on a white felt display stand toward the back of the case.   They drew me inside.  A smallish man came eagerly to the front of the store, smiling at the prospect that I had come through his door.

"How I help you?" 

"I would like to see those rings, right there," I said, pointing to the display.

"Ah yes, very fine rings.  All American GI rings," he said as he lifted the display rack out of the window and set it on the counter in front of me.  "You Army?"

"No, Marines."

He took a ring off the rack and handed it to me.  "Gold plate over solid silver.  Ruby stone.  Very fine ring."

I inspected the ring.  It had a good heft to it. I tried it on. It was a bit loose but it would probably fit Jason.  The old man won my trust by telling me it was gold plate, not solid gold.  The Marine emblem graced the deep red stone.  U.S. Marine Corps was on one side and the emblem on the other.  The idea of a ring for myself had never crossed my mind, let alone a ring for Jason, but suddenly it seemed appropriate.  I liked the ring but it was lacking something very important.  He was a SEAL, and a sniper.  I checked out the others but none fit the bill.  The man saw my frown.

"You no like?"    

"I like very much," I said.  "But I want it for a buddy and he's not just a Marine, he's a SEAL and a sniper."

'Navy SEAL and sniper and Marine.  He some super stud.  So, I make."

"What?"

"I make all of that."

"You can make me a ring that says Marine, Navy SEAL and sniper?  For sure?" 

"Yes, yes.  I make all.  Not cheap, but I make.  Here, I draw picture." He took a pad of paper off the back counter and pulled the pencil from behind his ear and set about making a drawing.  I was amazed at how the small, gnarled hand brought the man's idea to life on the paper.  When he was finished he turned the paper around to me and stood waiting, smiling.

"It’s very good.  How much not cheap?"  I asked.

"Do you want engraved?"

I thought about that for a moment but couldn't think of anything off hand that would be macho appropriate for Jason.

"Okay, I can engrave when you pick up," he said.  He thought for a moment.  "Two hundred American dollah."

I didn't have to think about it but I did, for a moment.  "All right.  When can you have it ready?"

"One week?"

"One week is fine."  I knew without asking that he would need some money down.  I gave him twenty bucks, nearly all I had on me.  He was satisfied with that.  I went on to Toby's.

I was happily relieved when Toby said Jason had been there, but had left.  He’d left word that he would report in before he headed back to his base camp, to see if I’d been in. 

“He is heading back, then,” I said. “He’s not on an overnight?”

“I don’t know if he has to head back, or if he will be heading back only if he can’t hook up with you,” Toby said.

“Listen, if he comes back in, tell him I’m at the Trent.”

“Hell, he might already be there,” Toby said, smiling.

“No, he would’ve told you to tell me to meet him there,” I said.

“Probably.”

I walked to the Trent and asked for room 238.

“Room 238 is occupied,” the clerk said in his most polite American. “And not to be disturbed,” he added.

I nodded, eyeing the slot where there were no keys in number 238; but I thought he was lying. 

“Okay, any room you’ve got,” I said as I pulled out my money.

He gave me number 241. 

“Oh, and listen, could I have extra towels,” I said, taking out more money.

He smiled. He liked renting extra towels. I figured he kept the money for himself.

I went up the stairs and headed down the hallway, quietly.  Just for the hell of it, I paused at room 238.  I put my ear to the door, curious who was using “our” room.  I could hear soft, muffled voices and the familiar sounds of sex.  I tried the door.  The handle moved; it wasn’t locked. I shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, as I eased the handle down, but there was just something about Jason being gone from Toby’s and room 238 being occupied that didn’t add up.  Or more correctly, it did add up.  Listening closer, I could hear the soft whir of the ceiling fan, which probably muffled the little noise the handle made when I opened the door.  I eased the door open a crack but had to open it wider in order to see into the room. What I saw stunned me, and cut through me like a knife. I opened the door farther, nearly a foot now. There was Richards, my spotter, on his hands and knees, or actually on his shoulders and knees, with his face in the mattress, his head tossing wildly back and forth as he clawed the sheets, moaning from the hard ass pounding Jason was giving him.  Jason was looking down, his eyes fixed on their juncture.

“Ohh….Ohhh….Ohhh….Ohh….Oh, Godd….Oh….Godd, yesss.… fuck me…yeah, fuck my ass, you big stud.  Ohh, Fuck….I was gonna…. have another….guy do this….bust my cherry….but I’m glad….you’re doing it.”

“Yeahhh, little man, you wanta be fucked, you came to the right guy,” Jason was murmuring as he slammed into him.

I stood watching for certainly a full minute; that’s a long time when you’re hit with a surprise like that, and I had unintentionally eased the door open further. Jason suddenly must have sensed something and he looked up and saw me.  His eyes popped and his jaw dropped and he slammed his cock into the boy and froze. He gasped something, “Ohh, Geezuss!” or something, and I said something like, “Yeah,” and backed out of the doorway and closed the door.  I dropped the towels and grabbed up my bag and was already down the stairs when he yelled from the hallway.

“Brad!  Brad! Wait!”

I ran out of the hotel and down the street, toward the park. I stopped off at a small bar I’d never been in before and got some cold beer to take with me. I guzzled it as I walked the rest of the way to the park, swinging my bag angrily.  I could’ve gone on to Toby’s and finished the job of getting drunk, but for the moment I just wanted to get numb, and I wanted to do it alone.  I sat on the bench under the wide overhang of branches of the old tree and gazed into the pond with the dozens of goldfish swimming around. They held my attention for a long time as my brain tumbled around in my head and I tried to make sense of it all; of what I had seen, and why I was so upset over it.  It wasn’t like I’d been celibate since I arrived back in country. Jason had a right to do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted. But dammit, I had turned Toby down, because I loved Jason.  And I couldn’t figure out why the fact that it was Richards he was fucking made any difference, but I was really pissed at Richards. Of course, I wasn’t all that shot with Richards to begin with, as a spotter.

Finally I got up and walked to Toby’s.  Toby set my beer on the counter when he saw me come in, as he always did, and I slid my money across to him as I tossed my bag on the floor beside the stool.

“He still hasn’t showed up,” he said.

“I found him,” I said, rather sullenly.

“Oh.” He just looked at me.  “Not good, huh?”

“Could be better,” I said.

“I won’t ask.”

“Don’t,” I said. And he didn’t. He went about his work while I sat and stared into the mirror in the back-bar, seeing nothing.  I was just gazing into space. I hated myself now for ordering the ring--it suddenly seemed a weakness--and I thought of going back to the shop to cancel it.  I checked out guys as they came in but with barely more than a glance. I wasn't waiting on Jason anymore, or expecting him.  I was just there because it was a familiar place to be. I thought about going to the Dragonfly and getting laid. That didn’t particularly appeal to me but it seemed the right and manly thing to do.  I turned around on the barstool and looked around for better prospects.  I hadn’t really done that in a long time; cruised the place.  There were a couple of possibilities; and I still had a room at the Trent just going to waste.  There were a couple of guys I hadn’t seen before that I wouldn’t kick out of bed if I got them in it.  I wondered what Jason would think if he saw me walk in the hotel with another guy.

Suddenly I felt someone tapping me on the shoulder, hard, with a stiff-finger tap, and a voice said, “Hey!” It was Jason, by his voice.

I turned around. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked.

“Checking out the fresh meat, in case you didn’t show up,” he said, with a smile that almost made me melt and run down off the barstool, despite my anger.

“Looked to me like you already found it,” I said.

“Yeah, matter of fact, I did.”

I hated his cocky, unrepentant attitude even as I was telling myself there was no reason for him to be repentant.

Just then Richards came in. He looked all around, saw Jason and me at the bar and came over to us.  He had on his uniform.  I saw the way Toby was observing everything, trying to put the pieces together.  Richards was surprised to see me.

“Corporal Courter! Can I buy you a beer?” Richards asked me.

“Thanks, got one,” I said, holding my beer up.

“Your next one then,” he said.

I took some money from the pile on the bar and shoved it toward Toby. “Tell you what, Richards, I’ll buy YOU a beer.”

"You guys know each other?" Jason asked.

"I was his spotter," Richards said. 

Toby set his beer on the bar and he started to slide up on a stool.  I put my hand out to stop him.  “No, I want you to take it over to one of those tables in the corner and drink it, then get the hell out of here. Then I want you to get your ass back to the base camp and put in for a transfer.”

I could tell by the sad, pained look on his face that it had suddenly soaked in why I was treating him this way.  He moved in closer to me and said, under his breath, “I really wanted it to be you, and I came here because you told me about this place, but then I met…..”

I held up my hand to silence him then put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him in tight. “Look, Richards, it don’t mean a damn to me who busted your cherry, so don’t flatter yourself that I’m all jealous because it wasn’t me.  I just don’t want you as my spotter. I don’t want you in my outfit. I don’t want you in my hooch. So be gone when I get back. Okay?”

“Okay, but I don’t know if I can get that done that quick, get a transfer I mean,” he said.

“Then you hitch the first ride out of there, heading back to the rear, I don’t give a fuck if you go AWOL, just don’t be there when I get back.  I will see that your transfer catches up with you.” I couldn’t make any of it happen but I was just spouting off. When he opened his mouth again, I took his hand and guided his beer to his lips to force him to take a drink.  Then I waved him toward the table.

Like a whipped puppy he took his beer and went over to a table where he sat down alone.

Jason had observed the whole thing.  “That wasn't a very nice way to treat him, part of it was my fault," he said.

“He was my spotter,” I said. "I just used the opportunity to make it clear that I did not want him as my spotter."

“Oh. I got the impression he was more than that, although he said he was a virgin,” he said.

“He wanted it to be more,” I said.

“Sorry about that, if I beat you to it,” he said.

“Nothing to be sorry about, my name wasn’t tattooed on his ass,” I said.

“But he talked about a guy he was hoping to meet up with who he wanted to bust his cherry. That was you.”

“Sometimes you just gotta settle for second best,” I said

Jason set his beer on the bar, rather loudly.  “You know what? I’m leaving. You can come along and we can talk, or not. Suit yourself.”  With that, he walked out.

I turned around on the bar stool, facing the bar, to finish my beer.

“You’re just going to let him walk out?” Toby asked quietly.

“He’s a big boy, he makes his own decisions,” I said.

“Pardon my interference, but you guys should be past that, whatever the fuck it was,” Toby said.

Suddenly I felt ashamed that we had had what amounted to a lovers spat right there in the bar.  It was not cool. I was also feeling bad about the way I’d treated Richards. And Toby was right. I finished my beer and set the bottle on the bar.

Toby took it and said, “You’re cut off,” and nodded toward the rear.  “Come with me.”

I followed him to the back, down to the end of the hallway and into his storeroom. He nearly flattened me against the wall.  “Listen up.  You’re in love with the guy!  You went through hell to get back over here and find him and dammit, you turned me down for him. Think about this….what if you both go out and one of you doesn’t come back?  What if it’s him that doesn’t come back, and you get to take him home in a body bag, for real this time? Go after him.  I’ll take care of your bag.”

I went by Richards’ table first. I felt like shit over the way I’d treated him and I wanted to clear that up first.  He still looked sad and hurt.  “Look, Richards, I’m sorry.  I had no cause to treat you like that.  I’m sorry.”

He nodded, looking like he was about to cry.  Godd he was so young.  He didn’t belong here. He was a boy lost in this Godforsaken place.  “I really did want it to be you,” he said quietly.

I was not only sorry for the way I’d acted, I felt sorry for him.  “I can’t undo what’s been done but I wanta make it up to you if you’ll let me.  You don’t have to be gone when I get back, Richards.  I want you to stick around, at least for a little while.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, and if you’re willing to take me as sloppy seconds…..”

“Fuck, yeah,” he said with a bright new smile.

We shook hands and I left to see if I could find Jason. I expected him to be in the park, waiting, and I felt an empty tightness in my stomach when he wasn’t there. I walked toward the main street, heading downtown. Maybe, probably, he was heading for the Dragonfly.  If in doubt, get laid. I walked in that direction, hoping to hell he hadn’t gotten his ride back to his base camp.

I found him, looking in a brightly lit store window where they sold military surplus, American and Vietnamese alike.  I’d been in the place myself; they also sold black market weapons and ammo in the back. I lingered back a ways just to look at him. Godd, he was so damned good looking, and so fuckin’ studly the way he filled out his clothes, that it made me weak in the knees.  How the hell could I be pissed at him.  Why was I pissed at him?  He hadn’t done anything that I hadn’t done. It was truly the first time I felt such intense jealousy, and it really bothered me.  I broke my trance and walked toward him.

As I approached him, he didn’t see me, and he went on into the store. I lingered back to wait till he came out. When he didn’t I moved up to the window, as if I were window shopping myself and didn’t know he was inside.  After a few minutes he came out, saw me, and walked over to me. We stood together for a long moment, silent, looking in the window.

“You wanta walk?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

We turned and walked down the street.  It was two blocks before either of us said anything.

“Where is this taking us, Brad?” Jason asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking around.

“I don’t mean this street,” he said.

“I know what you mean.  I still don’t know,” I said.

“Do you want to go to the Dragonfly? Not to get laid, just to drink. It’s loud enough that we can talk without being overheard. I need to be in a crowd with some noise.”

“Sure.” It surprised me that he wanted to go there. He usually wanted to talk with us by ourselves, someplace quiet.

The Dragonfly was packed. I would’ve gladly left, and just walked, but Jason was looking for a table. Then bold as hell, he walked over to a table situated behind a partition of Oriental beads that hung everywhere in the place and bluntly told the guy sitting with a cute Vietnamese girl that he wanted their table.

“Sorry, you can see it’s taken,” the guy said.

“I know, but maybe you could see your way to un-take it,” Jason said as he laid some money on the table. “Me and my buddy have got some serious shit to talk about.”

The guy wasn’t buying it, as a matter of male pride, but the girl reached out and put her hand over the money, smiling at the guy, and stood up. He started to shake his head no, but she said something I didn’t understand and he shrugged and stood up too.

“Okay, I guess you’ve got your table,” he said.

“Thanks. Have a good time, whatever she said,” Jason said.

“Oh, I will,” the man said.

We sat down and I paid for two beers that were already on the way.

“Where were we?” Jason said.

“We were talking about where this is taking us,” I said.

“We need to define what this is first,” he said.

“I don’t know,” I said wearily.

“I know one thing. You had no right walk in on me like that,” he said.  "And you had no right to treat Richards like that.”

“I know.  I apologized to Richards. We’re cool. He’s staying on.”

“You’ve got two stripes, you couldn’t have gotten him transferred anyway.” 

“I know, I was just spouting off. But you shouldn’t have left the door unlocked."

“You know you could’ve come in and joined us and everything would’ve been all right,” he said.

“Possibly,” I said. “But it just hit me between the eyes.”

“Was it because it was Richards?”

“No. I wanted to get rid of Richards anyway.  I took him out with me and he puked all over himself when he saw me take the shot. I don’t need that shit. No, it was….it was more than Richards. It was seeing you having sex with someone else.”

“And I’m the only guy you’ve had sex with since you got back in country, or since you woke up?”

“No,” I replied.

“So, what, you think you’re entitled?” he asked.

“I don’t know what I’m thinking. I guess we need to lay some ground rules,” I said.

“No,” he said, shaking his lowered head. “I don’t want ground rules.”  He looked back up at me. “I want you.  I know, it didn’t look like it back there, but you know I’m a very sexual person.  So are you."

"What are you trying to say?" I asked.

"I'm saying I’m willing, and I think I’m able, to keep it in check for you.  If we had some kind of commitment.”

“I don’t think you can do that,” I said. “And I don’t want to hold you to something…..”

“Try me,” he cut in. “Or don’t you think you can do it?”

I wanted to tell him that I’d turned Toby down, but before I could reply he went on. 

“There’s some stuff I need to get off my chest, Brad. I’ve had all kinds of scenarios of how, when, where, and what I would say, but this is as good as any time and place so I’ll just say it.  I love you, fucker.  Maybe it goes deeper than that; maybe I’m in love with you, I don’t know, but something made me turn up my ass for you.  I think I’ve loved you for a long time but didn’t want to face it, or admit it; not a manly thing to do, admit you’re in love with another guy. But when you came back into my life, when I didn’t know if you would ever be able to see or speak to me again….when you showed up alive and well and looking so….Geezusss, so handsome and studly, I knew I was ready to face it. I was ready to admit it.  And I did, but only to myself.  Now I’m saying it to you once and for always.  Whenever I think of my life beyond Vietnam, you’re in it.  I don’t want that life without you.  I know how it’ll look, two young guys taking up with each other, but I don’t care what people think, because I don’t see it as something we have to live down. I see it as something we have to live.”

I took a deep breath before I said anything, fighting down my emotions.  I took several more deep breaths and several sips of beer.  “I don’t know what to say to that,” I said finally.

“You could say yes.  Or that you’ll think about it.”

“Oh, I’ve already thought about it, pretty much the same as you,” I said.

“Listen…..”He hesitated.  “I know we can’t get married, and I don’t want to; it would be entirely out of character for both of us.  But I will make a promise, to you, and to God and all His saints at that old church. It don’t have to be any kind of ceremony, just a quiet promise.”

“Jason, there’s one catch, as it involves our lives. My life, at least,” I said.

“What?”

“Those little boys at the orphanage.”

“Hell, there’s no catch,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about that too--the little shit following us around like that--I’ve been thinking about taking him back, no matter who he belongs.…uhhh….wait a minute, did you say boys?  Like in more than one boy?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, well, there is that other little shit that kept watching us all the time. The one that sits on the garden wall. Yeah, we could take him too," he said.

“He watches you, Jason,” I said.

"Well, he’s got American blood in him. Could be mine, could be yours, who knows, who cares. We could take them both back with us, each have a son and they would have a brother.” He laughed softly. “Hey, we could move someplace where nobody knows us and say our wives died.”

I was rendered speechless, and if I tried to speak, I was afraid I would lose it.  I bit my lower lip.  I hated it when I got so emotional.

“Are you biting your lip because there’s something else you wanta say?  Or something else you want me to say?”

I shook my head, then finally managed to say, “You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that.”

“Then we can start the paper work, like tomorrow,” he said.

I frowned.

“For the boys,” he said.

“Kyle," I said. "And Devon."

He gave me a blank look.

“They’ve got names,” I said. “American names.”

“Okay. It just might be we could take them back with us when we go.  Hell, nobody here wants them, that’s for sure.  They would probably be glad to get rid of them.”

 “We, uh….didn’t lay any ground rules,” I reminded him. “I know you said you didn’t want ground rules, but…..”

“Okay, you want ground rules?” he cut in. “My ground rules would go something like this.  I want us to be together every chance we get--like for the rest of our lives--and fuck each other’s brains out and sixty-nine till our cocks are sore and rim each other till we’re cross-eyed, and cum till our balls ache, and kiss so hard and so long that we can’t breathe.”

“Just each other?” I asked.

“That’ll work for me,” he said.

“Will it?” I asked.

“Will it work for you?” he asked, as if he were challenging me.

“I don’t want to lock you into a fidelity clause, Jason. You still like girls,” I said.

“Okay, if you want, we can agree that we can go outside the arrangement when the opportunity presents itself,” he said.

“If I say yes to that, it’ll sound like I wanta fuck around on you,” I said.

“And if I say I want it, it’ll sound like I wanta fuck around on you,” he said

“Then I say we fuck around on each other when we get the chance,” I said.

We both burst out laughing. When we quieted down I eyed him across the table.

“You’re serious about the boys,” I said.

“Damn straight,” he said.

 “Are you're doing this because you think one of them is yours?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I guess either one of them could be mine.  Or mine could be one we leave behind. I don’t know and I don’t much give a fuck. I can see myself raising a son, and since I won’t be getting married….”

“Adoption? Or sponsors?” I asked.

“I don’t know.  I don’t much care.  However they’ll let us do it,” he said.  “One of them could be yours, you know,” he added.

“I know.”

Walking back--we were on our way to the Trent now that we had "made up"--we passed by a dark alley and saw two women hovered over a figure slumped against the wall.

"They're rolling him," I said and we moved into the alley.  "Get the fuck away from him!" I barked.

One woman ran away but the other one still had her hands in his pockets.  She jerked them out and started to run but Jason grabbed her and tried to wrest the money and wallet from her hands.  She swore angrily in Vietnamese and kicked and squealed, trying to get away from him but she was no match.  I knelt down to check on the guy.

Suddenly the woman started yelling "rape" as she kept kicking and screaming.

"Shut her up, we'll have the MPs on our asses," I said.

He clamped his hand over her mouth and dragged her further into the alley, into a doorway.  Suddenly there was quiet and he walked back.

"I got his wallet and money.  It's Richards," he said.  “He’s drunk.”

"Well, fuck!" Jason swore.

"Well, we can't leave him here for the MPs,” I said. "What're we going to do with him?"

"We don't have much choice, do we?"  Jason said.

"This has been one fucked up night," I said.

We took him with us to the Trent.  At the desk I asked for Room 238 and he gave me the key.  Jason got room 241 as well; I didn’t ask him why. Jason put Richards over his shoulder and carried him up the stairs. I opened the door to room 241 and Jason carried him over and tossed him on the bed.  Richards moaned and curled up in a fetal position.

"We oughta take his clothes off so he don't wrinkle his uniform," I said.

Together we straightened him out and started removing his clothes.  When he was down to his shorts I said we should take those off too in case he pissed the bed. 

"You just want to see him naked," Jason chided me.

"I've seen him naked plenty of times," I said.

We pulled his shorts off and Jason laid them on the chair. We stood and looked at him for a moment, sprawled out on his back.

"Cute little fucker ain't he?" Jason said.

"I shouldn't have treated him the way I did," I said. "That's probably why he got drunk."

“You said you apologized.”

I shrugged. "Are we going to leave him here by himself?" I asked.

"I guess one of us could stay with him," he said. "It should be you."

"Why me?” I said.  “You know you wanta plug his ass again.  I’m okay with it if you do."

"He would feel a lot better waking up with you beside him, knowing you looked out for him,” Jason said. 

"I'm not planning on sleeping with him," I said.

"If you can spend the night in this room with that and not touch, you're a better man than I am," Jason said as he turned toward the door. "Sleep tight."  At the door he glanced around.  "I'm okay with it too, Brad."   He left and closed the door.

I couldn’t believe how this night was working out. I started out in the chair, slouched down with my arms folded across my chest, but it was too uncomfortable to get any sleep.  Richards was curled up in a ball, not taking up much room, so I crawled across the foot of the bed.  I was able to sleep till Richards became restless and I kept getting poked with his feet.  Finally, I moved up beside him, on my side.  I knew immediately it was a mistake.  I should have faced away from him but his young, smooth body bathed in the soft moonlight was more than I could turn away from.  I lay there watching him sleep, taking in his more-cute-than-handsome face and the neat trim of his hair. 

I dozed fitfully. I woke up every time the boy moved.  Maybe he wasn't that much younger than me but he was still a boy, and I was likening him to a younger brother that I never had.  I wondered how or if Jason was sleeping. 

I don't know what time of the night or morning Richards came awake but he did so with a start.  I was awake, watching him.  His eyes came awake slowly till he saw me then he jerked back with a start and rose up.

“What're you doing here?" Where am I?” he asked, completely bewildered and with a frightened look.  He started to get out of the bed till I put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Richards.  You're back in the Trent Hotel."

"Why? What am I doing here?"

"We found you passed out drunk in an alley.  Two mama-sans were in the process of stealing your money and wallet.  We got 'em back."

"We….you and Jason?"

"Yeah. He's in the other room.  We thought one of us should stay with you, make sure you're okay."

"Thanks, but I'm surprised it's you," he said.

"Look, I'm sorry for how I treated you.  You didn't deserve that."

"It's okay.  I figured it was partly because you caught me having sex with your buddy."

"My buddy was having sex with you, too,” I said. “Okay, it did piss me off but that was no excuse for acting the way I did."

"You like the guy, don't you?  I mean, there's something between you," he said.

"Yeah, we're both snipers.  There's a bond there," I said. I knew that wasn't what he was talking about but he didn't press it.

"Well, I can understand why you don't want me to be your spotter.  Fuck, I puked twice."  He pushed himself up on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.  "But I still want you to fuck me, if you want to."

"It was supposed to be just to break you in, wasn't it?  In case the guys in the hooch got ideas.  Jason wasn't enough for you?"

"He was God-aplenty but it was supposed to be you. That’s how I had it pictured in my head."

"So you think you owe me, is that it?"

"Something like that, maybe," he said.

I didn’t believe him; not for a minute. Somewhere along the line he got his curiosities tweaked--maybe it was when I rubbed him down with the leaves--and after having his curiosity satisfied, i.e., Jason, he decided he liked it. 

      "No, it’s nothing like that," I said.  "I will fuck you, though, if you want it.  But not because you owe me.  Because you've got one fine, tight looking little ass."

Oddly enough there was nothing akin to foreplay.  No sucking cock, no kissing, it went straight to fucking.  He was anxious. 

"I'm not going to be doing this when I get back home to my girlfriend," he said as he scooted down on the bed.

Yeah, right, I thought.  "Does that mean you're going to keep doing it while you're over here?" I asked.

"I guess I am if those guys get hold of me.  I won't have any choice, will I?"

"Listen, Richards, you don't have to lay down and spread your ass just because one of those guys tells you to," I told him.  But he was drawing his legs up to his chest and the time for talk was over. I shrugged it off, leaving him to deal with it in his own way.  His matter-of-factness  made me wonder if he didn't mind all that much if he was made a boy-toy for the hooch.  I sort of thought he was hoping it would happen.

From Jason he knew what to expect and he took me with total disregard for the nominal pain I caused him.  Maybe he was trying to prove something to himself; that he was as much a man as any man in the hooch.  If he was, this wasn't the way to do it.  He closed his eyes as I entered him and I could see the sheer determination on his face that he would not cry out.  When I was all the way in he whispered, "Oh, Fuck" but nothing more.  I held in tight and deep for a moment before I started fucking him. 

It was a snug fit.  If I didn’t know better he could've passed for a virgin.  His asshole clenched around the base of my cock each time I shoved in and the satiny folds welcomed and caressed my hard inches while it throbbed deep inside him. He had a look of contentment on his face but I fucked him for several minutes before any sound of pleasure came out and I finally had to coax them out of him.

"It's okay to enjoy it," I told him.

He smiled a little.  "I don't want to, but I can't help it," he said, his eyes still closed.

"I thought I was doing something wrong,"

"No.  If those other guys treat me like you and Jason, I'll survive."

More and more I was thinking he was looking forward to it and this was his training for it.

"Ooohhh," he moaned suddenly and his eyes came open.

"Must've done something right," I said as I repeated the move, cork screwing my cock into him.

"Ohhhhhhh, Godd, yeah….that was right, all right.  Oh, yeah, like that.  Fuck me like that."

"Just tell me how you want it, I'll fuck you any way you want."

After that I let him guide me. 

He whimpered again, "Godd, it feels so good.  I wish it didn't, I don't want it to but I can't help how my body feels."

"I know."

"How the fuck would you know, how many times have you been on the receiving end?"

"More than you know," I said.

"Yeah, right," he scoffed.

I didn't hear the door open.  I didn't know we weren't alone till I heard the creak of a floorboard and I glanced around to see Jason coming toward the bed. He was naked, carrying his clothes.   Richards smiled when he saw him.  I kept fucking him.

"He told me why he's doing this, giving up his virginity and getting broke in," Jason said as he stood beside the bed pulling on his cock. "You gonna let that happen….let all those guys use him?" he asked me.

"I can’t be his keeper," I said.

"Don't worry about me," Richards said. "I'll be okay.  You guys have showed me I can take it."

"You sure can," Jason said.  His cock was hard now, looking menacing.  He stood closer to the bed, closer to Richards shoulder.  "It's not gonna be just fucking," he told him.

"You think I'll have to suck, too?"

"You can count on it."  He was offering Richards his cock, stroking it, pulling the skin back taut.

Richards reached up for it.  "It’s so fuckin’ big."

"Open your mouth wide, let me see," Jason said.  He did.  "Now just slide it over the head of my cock."  He did, with a soft moan.

Jason let Richards suck his cock just enough to get it slick, then moved around behind me. I almost stopped him, not wanting Richards to know I was a bottom but then I thought, what the hell, it didn’t matter all that much.  We had our own little secret between us so neither of us would be talking.  I reached back to guide Jason’s cock to my ass.

“Oh fuck!” Richards exclaimed with surprise. “You guys are so hot!”

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/13/15 rp