A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

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Chapter 75
Memories Up In Smoke...

The rest of the guys were out on patrol.  Richards and I, being a sniper team, sometimes didn’t have to go on those patrols and when we did, we went out ahead of the rest. Yeah, I kept Richards as my spotter.  He was working out okay. 

Richards was writing a letter.  I was reading, and watching Richards, and thinking how nice it was going to be having him all to myself for the night.

Suddenly there was a harsh pounding on the screen door and somebody yelling, "Richards! CQ tent, on the double!"  He popped his head in.  "Better move your ass, the CO wants to see you."

In a panic, Richards dropped his pen and stuffed the sheets of his letter into his writing folder and shoved it under his pillow then ran out of the hooch in his shorts.   The folder wasn't completely hidden and one of the pages floated to the floor.  I picked it up.  It was the last page, the last sentence unfinished.  I couldn't help that my eyes fell on "Everybody thinks I've got a girlfriend."  I know I shouldn't have but I read the letter. 

Dear Kyle

Sorry I haven't written sooner but it's been pretty busy around here.  I've had a chance to have my training tested.  We went out the other day and blew two guys away. They didn't even know we were anywhere around.  It was awesome.  You know I'm the spotter, not the shooter.  Not yet anyway.  But I will be.  I'm the observer, I help set up the shot and plan our escape route, stuff like that.  And if we run into trouble, I help fight our way out of it.   I hope when I am the shooter that my shooter will be my spotter.  We make a great team and I've learned a lot from him.  A LOT.  If you know what I mean.  He's so fuckin' hot.  He likes to treat me like I'm a kid but I know he don't mean it like that.  It's more like he wants to treat me like a little brother even though he's not that much older than me.  But he is in a lot of ways. That’s what I think anyway.

Learning a lot includes….Well, it's finally happened! All the things we never did when I was home, us two miserable virgins, they're happening here.  He's got a buddy who is even hotter.  Muscles in his shit, so good looking he'd melt butter, and a cock you wouldn't believe.  I swear, Kyle, it's eleven inches long if it's an inch.  Ask me how I know.  His name is Jason.  My shooter is Brad.  Brad's hot too.  But Jason got my cherry.  It pissed Brad off because I asked him to take it but Jason beat him to it.  But we're all okay now.  We even had a three way in a hotel room.  You can't imagine what it's like to give up your virginity.  To feel your cherry being popped and knowing your virginity is gone forever.  Well, maybe you can, maybe you're not a virgin anymore either, but you haven't told me about it so I'm guessing you still are. You would’ve surely told me something that important. If you're not, I just wish it could be Jason popping your cherry.  You can't even imagine what it feels like to have a thick cock pushing through your hole then feeling eleven inches of hot, hard man cock spreading your guts.  Godd, it is so awesome.

I've learned to suck too.  Now that is awesome.  I can barely get my mouth around Jason's cock so I have to use a lot of tongue to get him off.  I like sucking Brad better.  He's big, probably over nine inches, but I can handle him better.  I'm getting awful close to being able to take him all the way down my throat.  I really want to show you that when I get home.  Oh, they cum in my mouth too.  Yeah, I'm learning to swallow cum, and I'm developing a taste for it.  They tell me it's an acquired taste.  I'm acquiring it.

That's not all. Brad and Jason aren't the only ones I have sex with.  Not by a long shot.  I'm kind of the hooch whore.   Kyle, I've turned into a total slut and I don't apologize for it.  Everybody in the hooch has fucked me except one guy.  I get fucked almost every night and usually I have another guy feeding me his cock.  You're probably wondering how we can have a hooch full of guys having sex so out in the open.  It is the Marines after all. Well, it’s not exactly out in the open. We might be all sitting around, cleaning our rifles, or reading or writing letters and I get a look. It’s like radar. I know what the look means. So the guy gets up and leaves the hooch and I follow him. We find a place in the bush, or behind something, like in the ammo dump, or behind a vehicle, or in it. Everybody knows what’s going on but they don’t want to be out in the open about it. I don’t know why.  One of these times I’m going to say why not have one guy stand at the door and keep watch. That’d be really awesome if they all joined in. 

I want to be your slut when I get back, Kyle. I know you would like that.  If you still haven't had any experience, don't worry, I'll teach you.  I sort of wish we'd done something before I left like we almost did, but we'll make up for lost time when I get home.  There are two other guys I would like to bring in on it.  You know who they are, we've talked about them.  But now I'll have the guts to approach them. 

 Everybody thinks I've got a girlfriend.  Some of the guys in my hooch have girlfriends too, some of them are even married.  But over here it don't make any difference.  Their wives and girlfriends aren't here and I am.  Some of them even say I'm better than their wives or girlfriends and one guy wants to take me back home with him.  I know they're just horny and……. 

Suddenly I heard the screen door and Richards was coming into the hooch.  I quickly put the letter back in the folder but he'd already seen me.

"A page dropped on the floor, I was putting it back in your folder," I said, but even I wasn't convinced by my tone and I knew I must've had a guilty look on my face.

"You read it, didn't you," he said.

"Yeah, I did.  Sorry."

His face turned red; I didn't know if it was from embarrassment or anger. 

"You had no right to do that," he said as he snatched the folder and sat on his bunk.

"I know I didn't, but I'm glad I did."

"Why're you glad for nosing around in somebody else's private business?"

"First tell me if you're pissed at me or embarrassed," I said.

"Both.  So you know I don't have a girlfriend."

"It don't matter.  It's nobody's business."

"It's yours now," he shot back.

"No, I just know about it, that don't make it my business.  Hey, I don't care if you fed me a cock and bull story about a girlfriend. But why'd you write that stuff, about being the hooch slut?"

“I wanted it to sound more exciting to Kyle.”

"Kyle's your boyfriend?"

"We didn't put it in that context, but yeah, he is. I hope."

"You said exciting?  Do you want to be the hooch slut?" I asked.

"I admit I wouldn't care if one of the guys made a move on me," he said.

"Don't take on more than you can handle.  It could turn into what you wrote in the letter," I said.

"I know."

"You better finish it and get it sealed up and drop it off.  You can't leave a letter like that laying around."

"Yeah, I will, right now," he said as he picked up his pen.

"If I were you I would address it and put a stamp on it, then put it in another envelope addressed and stamped.  That way if somebody accidentally opens it he has to commit the crime twice, might make him stop and think."

"Do they really open other people's mail?"

"I know there are a lot of packages sent from home that don't make it," I said.

He finished the letter while I looked at a Playboy magazine.

"How come you don't get a hardon reading that?"

"Cause I'm reading the articles," I said.

When he came back from mailing the letter I laid the magazine aside and told him he could turn out the light if he wanted to.  He did, and settled into his bunk.

"I'm sorry I read your letter, Richards," I said quietly.

"You should be.  But it's okay.  I don't care if you know. I trust you."

I decided to take the plunge.  "You wanta sleep with me tonight, Richards?" I asked.

He rose up with a surprised look of disbelief.  "Are you kidding?  "You mean I….we just let them walk in and catch us in bed together?"

"You wanted to be the hooch slut.  That'd probably get things started, don't you think?"

“What if an officer comes in?”

“You sleep on that side and just slide off and crawl under the bunk. The lights will be off, nobody’ll see you.”

He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of his bunk, facing me. "Man, this is sort of scary," he said as he stood up and came over to my bunk. He sat down on the edge of my bunk and I put my hand around his waist. 

"No need to be scared," I told him.

"Easy for you to say, you're not facing ten or eleven guys who want to fuck your ass," he said.

"Some of them will but some of them won’t.  Besides, for now, it's just me."

Suddenly he stood up but I grabbed his hand.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," he said.  "Those guys come back in and find me in your rack, what if one of them freaks out?"

I laughed.  "They're all gonna freak out, dude.  But we’re not gonna throw it in their faces," I said as I pulled him down onto my bunk. “Just sit here, like we’re talking.”

“What’s that gonna prove?” he asked.

“Well, you’re naked and so am I.  When’s the last time you saw two guys sitting naked on the same bunk?”

“Never.

“So, we sit and wait. They should be coming back pretty soon.”

He sat while I lay back on my bunk and we talked, about mundane stuff and even somewhat boring.  After a while Richards said what we were doing was dumb.

“Does feel sort of dumb but you said you wanted to be the hooch slut.”

“This is a dumb ass way to do it,” he said.  “Why don’t I just get in your bunk with you?”

“Okay but what if it’s the CO that walks in unexpectedly, like you said, instead of some of the guys?”

“I’ll take full responsibility.  You keep watch and if it somebody besides our guys you go berserk and start yelling and kicking me out of your bunk.”

“That gets me off the hook, but what about you.”

“I said I’ll take full responsibility; and the consequences,” he said as he lifted the blanket.

I guided him right in beside me, drew the blanket up over us and wrapped an arm and a leg around him.  "Everybody should have a bunkmate like this," I said as I spooned him and held him tight against me.  "Oughta be government issue."

He felt my cock getting hard and reached between his legs for it.

"Dammit," he swore softly as he stroked my cock.  "You fuckin’ know I want it."

"Well, then……"

He crawled down in my bunk between my legs and began going to town on my cock while he played roughhouse with my balls.  He was hungry and he was good. Being hungry for cock was probably what made him so good at giving head.  I lay back and enjoyed, didn't bother with trying to cum, or trying to hold off.  I just let it happen in its own good time.  I wanted to reciprocate but I couldn't bring myself to come out to leaving myself open to the other guys in case they came back. He knew it from me and him and Jason at the Trent but I wasn’t ready for everybody else to know. Well, I did reciprocate in a way; I rewarded him with a big load, most of which he swallowed.  He raised his head with a goofy smile, wiping his mouth with his forearm and his hand.

"Godd, man, you cum like a horse," he said. 

I smiled at him and he crawled back up beside me, bringing the blanket with him. I covered him up and spooned him and we fell asleep.

I heard the low voices coming towards the hooch and glanced at my watch.  It was after two in the morning.  We both braced for it. The boots on the steps told me it was them coming back, not the CO or some other intruder. At the last minute Richards threw off the blanket and sat up on the edge of my bunk. It was enough. 

The screen door opened, then, "What the fuck!"

The boots came closer. 

"Holy shit!" 

"Man, what the fuck is this?"

"Fuck, man look at this, while we're out hunting down gooks." 

Then the blanket was being lifted and I acted like I was just waking up. I saw the half scared look on Richards’ face but he remained seated on my bunk.

 "Well, well, can we have a group hug?" one of the guys said as they began shedding their gear.

"Cluster fuck is more like it, and I mean that in a good way," another said, then added, “What’s the matter, Courter having a bad dream?” he asked Richards.

Smith strode over beside my bunk and stood with his boots set wide apart as he was taking off his shirt.  "I know you guys have gotten to be tight, but this is ridiculous," he said. 

I smiled up at him.

"How fuckin' long has this been going on?" he asked.

“What makes you think something was going on?” I said.

“Well, let’s see, we walk in and find you two in the dark with Richards sitting on your bunk, naked, and I’m guessing you’re naked under  this blanket,” he said as he lifted the blanket, and I didn’t try to stop him.

Peterson appeared at the other side of my bunk, standing beside Richards.  "What I wanta know is, how do I get in on it?" he asked as he trailed his hand up Richards' thigh and the side of his butt. “I mean, do you have to be an elite member of a sniper team?”

"You guys smell like you've been sleeping with water buffalo, you all need to shower first," I said.

"First?  Before what?" Smith asked.

"Just first," I said as I lay put my arm around my arm Richards’ waist in a protective manner. "Look, Richards is ready and willing but you gotta treat him right, treat him with respect.  He can't be bunkmate for more than one of you at a time.  We'll have to decide what order that takes. "

"Seven nights a week, shit that's near a week and a half before one of us finally gets a turn," someone complained.

Richards spoke up for the first time. His voice was surprisingly steady.  "I’ve known it was gonna happen, guys.  I’ve heard you talk and I see how you look at me. I just don't wanta be gang raped every night of the week," he said.

Mitchell strode up in his shorts with a pair of dice and his calendar.  "Okay, roll of the fuckin’ dice," he said.  He shook the dice and threw them onto the blanket of the next bunk.  "Three.  That's good enough, I can wait two nights."  He wrote his name on the calendar then gathered up the dice and handed the dice to Smith. 

Smith rolled the dice.  "Snake eyes!  Put me down for tomorrow night," he said excitedly.

One by one they rolled the dice and entered their names on Mitchell's calendar and that's how Richards became the hooch slut.  He was happy, everybody was happy, except when he and I were sent out.  Everybody moaned about that and said it wasn't fair because I would have him all to myself all the nights we were out.

"Go to sniper school," I told them.

And so Richards became the hooch slut, and happily so. I had told the guys they had to treat him right but he was more than eager and willing to keep the guys happy.  It was less than two weeks before Mitchell’s calendar was scrapped.  Nobody wanted to wait. It was seldom that Richards was in a bunk with only one guy.

Meanwhile, my life was suddenly looking up. I was looking forward to a future with Jason but found myself still retreating into the fondest memories of my unreal past. It was easy to avoid the painful ones, like Jason’s death, because he was very much alive.  It was the fond memories that were getting in the way. I knew I couldn’t live my life in a dream.  I’d done that, and came up empty.  I had to shed those old memories….put them to rest….bury them like I buried our dog tags under that gnarled old tree.  

Having gotten over my hurt and anger, I got some of my money from Toby and went to pick up the ring.  The little man saw me and went in back.  He came out holding a small box, smiling.  He opened the box and set it on the counter.  I took the ring out to inspect it. I was amazed at his handiwork.  The Marine insignia was set in the deep red stone. US Marine Corps was emblazoned on one side and the Navy SEAL Trident on the other.  Under it was Sniper. It was perfect for Jason; he was a SEAL sniper first.

"It's beautiful," I said after a moment.  I reached across the counter and he put out his hand.  "Very, very good."  He was so happy that I was happy with his work. 

"You want engraved now?" he asked.  "No more charge."

I was about to say no.  "Yes."

He pushed the pad and pencil toward me and told me to print.  I printed Jason Seaborne, Love, Brad and told him I wanted that engraved on the inside of the ring. Before he could take the paper I quickly scratched out the last two words.

The man gave me a frowning smile.  “You no love him?” he asked.

I was embarrassed that he could still see the words. “Yes, very much,” I blurted.

“Then?” he asked with a shrug.

“Alright, yes.” 

He smiled and rushed to the back to do the engraving.

After I had inspected the engraving he took the ring to put it back in the box as I was counting out the two hundred dollars.

"No, I don't need the box.  I'll put it in my pocket."

"Okay."  He reached under the counter and brought out a small, dark red, velvet pouch.  I thanked him profusely again as I put the pouch in my pocket.

I was at Toby’s, waiting, hoping Jason would show up.  As hope waned I let my mind wander, drawing on the old memories that I knew were becoming too much a part of my life despite my efforts to bury them.

“You got a pencil and paper?” I asked Toby.

He laid a piece of paper and a pencil in front of me, probably thinking I was going to leave a note for Jason. I began writing down names.  Bill.…Jeremy, Jason’s ghost friends from high school. Mason and Lance, the two high school jocks we had taken to the trapper's cabin.  Travis, the sailor from the air base.  Adam Randall, and his Dad, Sgt. Randall. I scrawled several more as Unknown, for those events I remembered but whose names I couldn’t readily recall. I remembered Dan and Andy, Jason’s high school buddies. Then I wrote JASE in big, capital letters.  I studied the list for a long moment then I reached over for the heavy glass ash tray and the book of matches.  I tore up the paper into small pieces, probably a dozen pieces. I lit one and let it burn to my fingers then dropped it into the ashtray.  I held another piece to the flame till it caught fire. Then another and another.  I saw Toby watching me.  He didn't say anything but he set a large class of water in front of me. 

When the last piece of paper had curled into a grayish black ash I stirred the ashes then poured some water into the ashtray.  I shoved it across to Toby.

“Sorry for that little mess,” I said.

He picked up the ashtray and dumped it, then wiped it out. “I’ve heard of burying ghosts, but never saw anybody burn ‘em,” he said as he set the ashtray back on the bar.  “Listen, when you leave, don’t forget, you left your bag here.”

To be continued...  

Posted: 03/13/15 rp