A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 82
Jason and Hunter 

With us already having legal custody of the boys, the adoptions sailed right through.  We avoided the investigative process, but Jason and I had to appear in court with the boys to formalize everything.

“You know, if we wanta trade, this is our last chance,” Jason joked as we were walking into the courthouse.

“You’re not going to trade us,” Kyle said with a worried look.

I realized they were thinking we might trade them off.

“Do you boys like the arrangement we’ve had so far?” I asked.

“Yes,” they replied in unison.

“Well, then, we won’t change a thing,” I said.

Jason and I received a little lecture from the judge first, about the responsibility we were taking on, both moral and legal.

"You realize that you will be totally responsible for these boys for their rest of their lives even though the legal responsibility will end at eighteen. That means food, clothing, a place to live, education, and moral guidance."

"We've pretty much been doing that, judge," Jason said.

"Your honor, if I may," the attorney began, then he went on to explain how Jason and I had extended our enlistments twice in order to remain in Vietnam until we could bring the boys home with us.         

The judge listened intently but didn't comment.  "Well, then, let's see how the boys feel about this," he said.

He asked the appropriate questions of the boys--were they happy where they lived, did they have their own rooms, were they happy with the living arrangements--and he asked them to describe their home and their rooms.  They were excited telling the judge about their rooms and even described the woods and the creek.  I could tell the judge was more than satisfied with their answers. Then he did the darndest thing. He came down off the bench and sat on the step leading up to the bench, and beckoned for the boys to come to him.

“Now, boys, you all came into the courtroom before I did, and you were all sitting over there together at that table, so I don’t really know who matches up with who. I don’t know which one of these men is asking to be your father.  So before I approve these adoptions, I want each one of you to walk over and put your hand on the shoulder of the man that you know to be your Dad.   Do you understand?”

“Yes.” They marched over to us and put their hands on our shoulders

“This is my Dad,” Kyle said.

“This is my Dad,” said Devon.

“Well, gentlemen, I believe that settles it,” the judge said as he stood up.  He went back to his chair and set about signing the documents.  He handed them to the bailiff.

“You may pick up your papers at the recorder’s office.  I wish you the best of luck, and I would also say that you have made this one of the more rewarding days of my career.” He stood and we stood, he smiled and went to his chambers.

“Well, boys, I guess you’re stuck with us,” I said.

Kyle asked, “Does this mean we can call you Dad now?”

We just looked at each other.  I guess we never thought otherwise, and I was a little surprised that they felt they had to ask.  We picked the boys up at the same time, holding them tight.

"Yes, you can call us Dad, ‘cause you're stuck with us for the rest of your lives," Jason said.

Hunter and Melissa were delighted to be aunt and uncle to Kyle and Devon and they visited often.  Several times the boys wanted Hunter to stay all night, and he slept in their room in the upper bunk. I never noticed or even suspected that he might have ulterior motives for his frequent visits, especially considering the age difference, till Jason brought it up. I would’ve more expected it from Melissa.

“I gotta say something about your nephew,” he began as we settled into the chairs on the porch after supper one evening to watch the boys playing. 

I waited, I guess with a scowl.

“It’s nothing to scowl about,” he went on.  “It’s just that I’m getting….uhh….well, I’m getting vibes from him.”

“What kind of vibes?” I asked.  I knew, and maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.  I wanted Jason to spell it out.

He laughed.  “What kind of vibes do you think?  Is there a chance that there’s anything there?”

“I suppose there’s always a chance,” I said. “But a word of warning.  Have at it with Hunter, if it comes to that, but be damned careful about messing around with Melissa.  My brother would kill you.  And I thought she would be the one you would be getting vibes from.”

“I was going to mention that,” he said.  “I think I am getting vibes from her, too.”

“I’m not telling you not to, just saying you need to be discreet,” I said.  “And for God’s sake, with either one of them, take it away from here.  Little boys have big eyes and ears, and it could easily get back to Brian.” 

How It Happened 

We decided to buy the boys each a pony, and Jason and Hunter had gone to pick them up on Jason’s day off while I took the boys to a water park to keep them occupied till the ponies were delivered. We had cleaned the junk out of two of the stalls but had not fully prepared them for occupancy so as not to tip the boys off.

Hunter climbed up in the loft and threw down several bales of hay and straw. He called down to ask if that was enough and Jason told him to throw down some more bales. When he came back down Jason was cleaning out a third stall.

“This will be a good place to stack bales so we don’t have to be climbing up in the loft so often,” he said.  “And we can use it as a tack room, for the saddles and bridles and blankets,” he added.

Hunter set about spreading clean straw in the other two stalls while Jason stacked the extra bales in the third stall.  They unloaded the two ponies into their stalls and while Hunter was putting out feed, Jason unloaded the saddles and laid them over the side of the partition and hung up the bridles and halters.

“The boys are going to be so surprised,” Hunter remarked as he came out of the stall and latched the door. He looked into the third stall where Jason was spreading a horse blanket over a stack of bales. “And you’re covering up the bales for what reason?” he asked.

“Guess,” Jason said as he slowly turned around.  His shirt was open down the front, revealing his washboard abs, and he had undone the first three buttons of his fly. He watched for Hunter’s reaction. 

“Oh, Fuck,” Hunter said in a surprised tone.

“Yeah, something like that,” Jason said with a grin as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders.

“Ohhh, Fuuck!” Hunter said again when he saw Jason’s muscular upper body.  “How did you know?  When did you know?” he asked as he went into the stall.

“I caught your vibes early on,” Jason said.

“I was hoping you would, but I was scared to try anything too open.”

“Why? You strike me as a guy who goes after what he wants.”

“Maybe I am, but I’m not stupid.  Look at you, man. And you’re a Navy SEAL.  Fuck, you could kill me in two seconds flat and not leave a mark.”

“That I could,” Jason said, without a smile.  “But why would I want to do that?  Look at you.”

“You like what you see, really?”

“Fuck, yeah.  Almost as much as you like what you see.”

Hunter swallowed hard.  “I guess I should ask….what you do.”

“Nothing you don’t want.”

“Fair enough,” said Hunter.  “Do you like to fuck?”

“As the fucker, or the fuckee?” Jason asked.

“Either or both,” Hunter replied.

“I’m a top,” Jason said.

“I can be either,” said Hunter. 

“Today you’re gonna be a bottom.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I think you like it hard and rough,” said Jason.

“Do I have a choice?  Just don’t brutalize me.”

“I’ll stop just short of rape, how’s that.”

Hunter quickly shed his clothes, except for his T-shirt and he’d put his boots back on. He started to peel it off but Jason stopped him.

“Leave it on. You look hot like that, with your butt sticking out under your T-shirt. You’ve got a great ass.”

“Thanks.”

“How long have you known? How long have you been doing this?” Jason asked as he took Hunter’s arm and led him to the covered bales. He eased him back onto the bales and reached up on a shelf for a jar of lube.  “No condom, okay?”

“Okay by me, I like my meat rare,” Hunter said.  “To answer your question, since late high school.  The thoughts and ideas were creeping into my head back in grade school I but didn’t understand them and I was too scared to act on them.”

Jason walked around to the side of the bales and waved his cock in Hunter’s face. 

"Fuck, that's huge," Hunter said as he leaned his head over and took the big cock in his mouth.  Jason started feeding it to him.

“Don’t cum,” Hunter said.  “I don’t mind taking your load, but I want you to fuck me, really hard.”

“You’ll be walking funny when I get done with you.”

“Fuck, man, you even sound hot.  Do you do this stuff with Uncle Brad?” Hunter asked.

“You’re getting personal. And when you’re talking, you’re not sucking my cock.”

“Sorry.”  He went back to sucking Jason’s cock.

Jason began playing with Hunter’s ass. Hunter raised his legs up and held them out wide.  Jason uncapped the jar of lube, scooped some up and began fingering him.

“MMMmmnnnn!” Hunter moaned loudly around his cock as he squirmed on Jason’s thick, long fingers. “Godd, you’ve got big fingers.”

Jason spent twenty minutes or more getting Hunter heated up, till he was breathing so hard he was almost gasping.

“Godd, you’ve got me so hot!” he gasped around Jason’s cock.

“Are you ready for some real ass work?

“Show me what you’ve got.”

“No, not yet.  I’m gonna fuck you, but you’re not ready to know what I’ve got.”

“Damn, you are a cocky fucker.”

“Only with good reason,” Jason said as he moved around to the end of the stack of bales.

“Fuck, I love the way you talk like that.”

Jason took hold of Hunter’s ankles and shoved his legs towards him.  “Hold your legs against your chest, or spread ‘em on either side of your head.” 

Hunter bent himself in half, with his knees on either side of his head. “Fuck, this is such a vulnerable position.”

“It’s a fuck position.  This is vulnerable," Jason said as he took Hunter's feet, crossed his ankles and positioned his feet behind his head. ”

"Ohh, Godd, this is gonna be brutal," Hunter whispered. 

 Jason didn’t bother with more lube on his cock. He took his stance and began rubbing the head of his cock against Hunter’s slick hole. 

“Ohh, don’t tease me,” Hunter moaned softly.  “And you don’t have to be easy with me.  You’re big, but I can handle you.”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Jason said. With that he shoved the head of his cock through the tight hole and sank about half of his cock through it.

“AAAwwwhhhh!” Hunter cried out, pressing his head back against his feet.

“You said not to go easy.”

“Ohh, Fuck!….I know….I j-just wasn’t expecting that.”

Jason laughed.  “What were you expecting, with the head of my cock pushing against your hole?”

“You’re bigger than I thought, and you went in pretty deep,” Hunter said.

Jason looked down, laughing. “Deep? You’ve only got half of it. Are you sure you can handle me?” he goaded him.

Hunter squirmed against him then with a look of fierce determination; he hunkered his hips up off the bales and humped his butt up to meet Jason’s cock.  His ass swallowed the remaining inches and he ground his butt hard against his loins.

“Is that handling you okay?”

“Ohh, Fuck! Damn straight!” Jason gasped. “Ohh, Geezuss, feels like your ass is gonna squeeze my cock off.”

“Fuck me, or I might,” Hunter said.  "Godd, I wish I could get my legs around you."

"Maybe later.  Right now I like you in this wide open, you're-gonna-get-used position," Jason said. “Gives me operating space."

"Use me, then.  Fuck me, you big stud. Show me what you've got."

Jason pulled back till Hunter’s asshole squeezed the rim of his cockhead, then he shoved back in, hard and deep.

“Uuhhnnnn!”

He did it again.

“Awwwhhh!”

“That easy enough for you?” Jason asked.

“Fuck me hard, man.  Fuckin' rape me,” Hunter groaned huskily.

Jason fucked him hard.  He fucked him so hard that they moved the top layer of bales almost a foot across the stack. One of the bales that Hunter was lying on slid off and his upper body was suddenly tilted downward, so he was upside down in a ball.  Jason crawled up on the bales to follow him and continued fucking him. It was dead air in the stall and Hunter’s body soon glistened with sweat. Beads of sweat popped out on Jason’s chest and ran down his stomach.  Sweat dripped from his face and Hunter licked it off his lips.

It was a hard fuck, with neither man giving the other any quarter. They were heaving in the stale air, gasping for strength to go on.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” Jason said.

“Yess! Do it! I’m getting close too! Make me cum!” Hunter said.

Jason gripped Hunter’s cock and began jacking with hard strokes, pounding his fist against his balls. Close as they both were, it was another ten minutes of grueling fucking before Hunter exploded.  His body tightened and convulsed violently, then jolted hard as his cock erupted with great streams of semen that shot out over his head and landed with soft splats in the straw behind them. More streaked across his face and neck, and then his chest and stomach.  He was still coming when he felt Jason’s hot sperm spurting deep inside him.

“Awww, Fuuucckk!  I can feel it!” he cried out with a loud whimper.  “Ohh, fuck, I can feel you shooting in me!”

Jason stayed buried to the hilt as he pumped his man-seed deep in the youth’s bowels.  When it was finished he teetered over him for a moment then collapsed on top of him. They stayed like that for a moment, their upper bodies sliding gently against each other with their cum and sweat as lubricant.

“Damn, you are one hot fuck,” Jason said finally.

“Back at you,” said Hunter.  "But I can't breathe."

“I could do this again, but Brad and the boys could be here any minute,” Jason said as he disengaged Hunter's feet and pulled him upright.

“Yeah, wouldn’t wanta have to explain to the boys what you’re doing to their Uncle Hunter.”

When I got home with the boys, Hunter had gone to return the horse trailer that the seller had provided to transport the ponies.  Jason greeted the boys and me at the barn door.

“Dad said you’ve got a surprise for us,” Kyle said.

Jason frowned.  “I don’t know what it would be. Only thing out here is a couple of fat cats and a few less mice.”

Just then the boys saw the ponies.  They cried out with delight and jumped with joy.

“Ponies!  That’s the surprise!”

“Oh, those.  Well, I found them wandering along the road, must’ve got out, so I brought them in here till we find out who they belong to.”

“No you didn’t,” Devon said.  “They’re our ponies.  You even got saddles.”

The boys wanted to ride them, but we convinced them that they first had to learn how to handle the animals and take care of them. We showed them how to feed and water them, and then how to put the halters on, and let them lead them outside to brush them.

I noticed the blankets spread over the bales in stacked bales in the third stall.

“That stall over there, are we looking to buy another horse?”

Jason laughed. “That’s, uh….what I guess you could call the stallion’s stable.”

“You nailed Hunter.”

“Fuck!  Did I ever!  Damn, your nephew is one hot fuck.”

“Should I be jealous?” I asked.

“No. Actually, I cleaned that stall out for us, Hunter and I just broke it in," he said.  "By the way, I’m sure Hunter would like to make it with you, too.”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

To be continued...  

Posted: 04/10/15 rp