A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 84
Puberty 

The boys grew in stature, and made their official passage into puberty just weeks after their thirteenth birthdays.  We saw the evidence on the sheets. The boys and I were fixing breakfast one morning when Jason called me from upstairs.  I went up to see what he wanted.  He was in the boys’ room, holding up a sheet, with a tight, smile on his face.

“What?” I asked.

He held the sheet out to show me the considerable wet stains.

“Uh-oh,” I said, laughing softly.

“Yeah.  Both of them,” he said, taking the sheet from Kyle’s bunk. 

“Holy Shit!”

“Yeah, the little fucker is like a pony. You could almost wring it out,” Jason said with a sense of pride in his tone.

 “It’s good they reached this stage at the same time,” I remarked. 

“Well, we need to talk to them,” I said with a sigh.

“Yeah, sometimes Sylvia does the laundry and she doesn’t need to deal with this.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I said. The moment I said it I remembered another time out of my past.

“You’re going to talk to them?” Jason asked, surprised. 

“No, we’re going to talk to them.  I meant I’ll take care of the laundry thing,” I said.

They had adjusted well to being separated at school, and they were in separate bunks by this time, but still in the same room.  Several times they shunned the idea of one of them moving into the other bedroom but Jason and I decided it was time to fix up the second room anyway, also with bunk beds.  The boys were not overjoyed, but they were accepting.  But we still found them sleeping in the same room now and then, and sometimes together in the same bunk. 

For the talk, we waited till they were showered and in bed.  Jason and I went up to bed early and found that it was a night that they were sleeping in their own rooms.  We called Kyle into Devon’s room.

“What’s up?” he asked with a worried look as he crawled across the bottom bunk to sit beside his brother, both of them with their backs to the wall.  Jason and I sat on the edge of the bunk, me carrying an armload of hand towels from the laundry room.

“We just want to talk about something.  Don’t look so worried, it’s nothing serious,” Jason said. He looked at me. I looked at him with a tight grin that essentially tossed the ball back into his court. I wanted to see how he handled this.

“You said we were going to talk to them,” he said.

“One of us has to start,” I said, waving a hand toward him.

“All right, guys, I’ll get straight to it.  You boys know what the word jack-off means.”

I nearly burst out laughing. The boys did laugh.

“Yes,” they both said.

“Okay, you know what it means,” Jason said. They got the worried looks on their faces again. “Stop looking so worried. You’re not in trouble over it.  We don’t care; it’s a perfectly natural and normal thing to do. All boys do it. We’re only concerned about the evidence we find on the sheets and pillowcases. That’s not a big deal either, for us, but sometimes you know Sylvia does the laundry. And Sylvia has girls, not boys, so she probably doesn’t understand about boys growing up into men.”

I saw the boys’ worried looks turn to embarrassment. It was time for me to take over.

“It’s really not a big problem, boys,” I said as I handed half the stack of towels to Kyle and half to Devon.  “Use these, and put them in the hamper in our room. I’ll tell Sylvia we’re going to do all the towels and washcloths ourselves.”

Their embarrassment slowly turned to relief.

“That take care of it, guys?” I asked, squeezing Kyle’s thigh.

“Yes.”

“Sorry,” Devon said sheepishly.

“No need to be, we understand,” I said.

"Yeah, we've been there, done that," Jason put in with a grin. “But like I said, Sylvia has daughters.  She wouldn't understand about boys."

I was happily relieved with the way things went. Then Jason did the darndest thing.

“Listen, guys, there is something else,” he said, as he reached into his pocket.  “Devon, I noticed the other day when you were getting out of the shower that you’re a little red and chafed.  Here, use this.  It’ll make it feel better.”  With that he handed them each a small bottle of lube.

The boys blinked with wide-eyed surprise then smiled, first at each other, then at me and Jason.

“You guys are the greatest dads in the world,” Kyle said.

“Yeah, we thought we were in trouble, especially when you mentioned the messes we left,” said Devon.

We both laughed.  “Hey, we were your age once,” I said.

Jason stood up.  “Well, good night, guys.  Sleep tight.  Or whatever you’re gonna be doing,” he added jokingly.

The boys were still laughing as we left their room.

“Well, I think that went well,” Jason said as we were getting into bed.

“It went shockingly well.  Damn, you never cease to amaze me. Lube?”

“Towels?” he said

The boys were at the age where they thought they were old enough to be left alone but we didn't completely trust that.  It was okay for them to be by themselves when they got home from school till one of us got home from work, but we didn't like the idea of leaving them alone at night on the rare occasions when we went out.   That wasn't often, but when we did, we called Melissa.  Jason suggested Hunter one time but I vetoed it. 

"You don't trust Hunter with the boys?"

"Frankly, no, not completely, not at this age."

So it was always Melissa.  They didn't mind all that much except that they thought we were treating them like little boys, but they liked Melissa.

It was one of those nights when Jason and I were going to dinner and a movie we both wanted to see.  Melissa couldn't drive over so I went to pick her up.  Jason drove her home.

It was just after midnight when we got home from the movie; it was past two when he got back from driving her home.  I knew right away when he walked in the bedroom, what'd happened, and he knew I knew it.  I wasn't upset about it, she was old enough to know her own mind, but I was curious.

"Did you take the scenic route?" I asked.

"I have no idea where we were."

"What do you mean?  You know the way there and back."

"Not the way she took me."

"So you nailed Melissa."

"Yeah, I did.  Sorry."

"Why're you sorry?  We've both been expecting it, haven't we?"

"Have you?" he asked.

"Melissa's a hot little number.  And that boyfriend of hers….. I don't know where the hell she dug him up and I wonder more why she stays with him."

"I don't know either, he's sure not keeping her happy.  She was like a mink."  Then he blushed and apologized again.  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking like that about your niece."

"Go ahead, I'd like to hear about it."

"Well, she started things by saying she was glad I volunteered to take her home."

"As opposed to me taking her home."

"She thinks you're a prude.  I had to laugh at that.  I told her you're a lot of things but a prude is not one of them."

"And where'd it go from there?" I asked.

"She remarked what a beautiful night it was, with the moon so bright, and she asked if I wanted her to show me the scenic drive.  I said sure and she told me to turn off the highway.  Like I said, I have no idea where she took me but we ended up at an overlook way above a valley.  She wanted to get out and walk around so we did.  I asked her about her boyfriend, if he ever brought her there.  She said sometimes but it was the way she said it that got me, like it was no big deal, like not very exciting for her. Like I told you before, I've been getting vibes and I mentioned her boyfriend on purpose, to sort of remind her that she had a boyfriend.  It didn't seem to matter a whole lot.  Then it didn't matter for squat when we were walking back to the car and she stumbled.  I don't know whether it was on purpose or not, but I caught her and suddenly there we were with her in my arms.  It was kind of awkward. Neither one of us said anything.  I helped her back to the car, around to the passenger side.  I opened the car door and helped her into the seat and all of a sudden she threw her arms around me and kissed me.  I was taken aback, but not too surprised, and I kissed her back.  Then real quick it got to be more than kissing. She was laying back in the seat, pulling me down with her and next thing I knew, I was on top of her, and that's right where she wanted me, I could tell that by the way she was squirming under me."

"When we broke the kiss and came up for air, she blurted it out, ‘Godd, I have wanted this for so long,' or something like that, I don't remember exactly."

"Before you cut to the chase, I trust you used a condom," I put in quickly.

He scowled at me. "What kind of a dunce do you think I am?  You know I always carry condoms on me or in the glove compartment.  But I don't need to cut to the chase with all the details.  I fucked your niece.  I hope you're not upset with me."

"I'm guessing you made it good enough that it won't be the last time," I said.

"Well, she sure made a lot of noise," he said.  "But I decided I wouldn’t do it again without your okay."

I laughed.  "You don't need my okay, Jason, and Melissa certainly isn't going to ask my permission.  Just so she saves enough of you for me."

He smiled and leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.  "Don't worry, fucker, I'm not going to run out of steam anytime soon."

To be continued...  

Posted: 04/10/15 rp