A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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The Epilogue Chapters

(Thanksgiving, Some Years Later)

The Litany of the Sons: 

Kyle is Brad’s adopted son, brought back from Vietnam when he was a little boy. He is an attorney, unmarried, and perhaps still undecided about his sexuality.  He is considered to be Devon’s brother. 

Devon is Jason’s adopted son, brought back from Vietnam when he was a little boy. He is considered to be Kyle’s brother. He is still in the Marines.  He is Jake’s partner in life; they met at football camp.  

Jake is Devon’s partner in life. They met at football camp.  He is also still in the Marines.  

Jacob, the first boy Jason and Brad took in when he was 14, arrived from a foster home with bruises.   He is 29, married, he and his wife, Brenda, have five kids, (10, 8, 7, 5, 3). He takes in Andrew, a boy who arrives on Thanksgiving day.   

Petey, Jacob’s little brother shows up out of the blue.     

Jordan, 15 when he arrived, got a tattoo when he was 14.  He is now 30, a high school teacher and coach, and Adam's lover. 

Adam arrived when he was 11 or 12, he came while Jason was out rounding up the other boys from the foster home. He was dropped off by his mother and her boyfriend. He is now 27, a warehouse foreman, Jordan's lover. His mother never came back for him. 

Little George, said/thought he was 10 when arrived. He was right.  He is now 25, in medical school. 

Nolan was a big, handsome, muscular, very well hung boy when he arrived at 14. He ran away and Jason went to get him and bring him back.  He is now 29, works construction, He is still big, handsome, well hung and muscular and also does modeling work on the side, as well as a male escort. He also volunteers coaching pony league; he brings his 19 year old college student friend/lover/partner, Levi. 

Colby arrived with his friend Braden when they were 16, in a car they had “borrowed” from an uncle; a car that was filled with stolen goods.  He is now 32, a priest.                                                                 

Braden, Sales Executive, had just turned 16 when he first arrived with Colby.  He is now 31, divorced form the girl he got pregnant in high school.  He has custody of his fourteen year old son, Aaron.  Braden brings a man friend, WILL, and his son, LUKE, to Thanksgiving dinner. 

FIRST to Arrive  (on Tuesday)
Braden, now 31, son, Aaron  (14). 

WILL, son, LUKE,  (14).

Epilogue Chapter 1

One by one--sometimes two by two--the boys had left us, and now they were coming back; hopefully every one of them, for a family Thanksgiving.  The arrival of each one was an event in itself, and those brief moments when each one came up on the porch or through the door brought back a flood of memories.

Braden would be the first to arrive, well ahead of the others, on Tuesday before Thanksgiving. We got a call that they were in town.

 “Where in town?  What’re you doing in town, did your car break down?” Jason asked. 

“We’re at the motel,” I heard Braden say. Jason held the phone away from his ear a little so we could both hear.

“What’re you doing at the motel?”

“We thought we would stay the night here and show up with some of the others in the morning.”

“Well, that’s your decision but hell, you’re five miles away, and you know we’ve got plenty of room,” Jason said, sounding unhappy.

“We just thought….well it’s….something I never told you about Will, Dad.  He’s black.”

Jason held the phone away, giving me a dead-pan look.  “Are you trying to make a point?” he asked.

“It’s just that I hadn’t told you and…….”

“So between now and tomorrow, do you think he’ll turn white so we won’t notice?”

“No, Dad,” Braden said, laughing. “I’ve got you on speaker and Will is laughing his ass off.”

“Why are you calling me with this.  You know we don’t give a fuck what color he is, he’s welcome.  I guess his son is black, too, maybe?”

“Yes, Dad, Luke is black too.  Now they’re both laughing their asses off.”

“Wonderful, we’ll have a matched pair.  Now check out of that damned motel and get your asses out here.  You understand?  We’ll expect you in half an hour.”

“Yes, sir, Dad, we’re on our way.”

“Do you believe that?” Jason said as he hung up the phone.  “Was there ever a time in any of those boys’ lives when we gave any indication that we gave a shit about race?  Hell, our own two sons aren’t pure, white Americans.”

“Calm down, I’m sure they were just a little uneasy, that’s all, about springing it on us.”

“Well, why did he keep it a secret all this time anyway? Geezuss, who raised that boy.”

They were there ahead of the time Jason had given them. Jason was standing at the kitchen door looking out.  "Well, Damn!  Would you look at what Braden brought!  Shit, come have a look at this stud!"

I looked out.  “He is black,” I said under my breath.

“He’s not just black, he’s black and beautiful!”

Besides Will and Luke, there was Aaron, our “grandson.” We knew Braden had acknowledged and laid claim to a son, Aaron, only three years before, from a pregnancy in high school. The boy was a product of a prom night fuck that didn’t rise to the occasion of doing the right thing. The marriage was doomed from the start. She felt tied down and left the boy’s rearing to her parents. That only tied them down and they soon agreed to relinquish custody to Braden. We were not at all unhappy when we learned that he had a man in his life.

“Look at Aaron," I said. "If that boy gets any better looking, he's going to need bodyguards.  And look at the little black stud he brought with him."

Braden and Aaron hugged Jason and me while Will stood back with his son in tow for the moment.

“This is Will,” Braden introduced us.  “Will, this is my dad, and my other dad.”

“Good to meet you both,” he said with a slight bow as he put out his hand.

“I’ll be damned, you are black,” Jason said as they were shaking hands.

Will laughed, an easy laugh that revealed the most beautiful teeth I’d ever seen. The guy was a drop-dead stud of perfect proportions, by far the most handsome black man I’d ever seen. His hair was trimmed very tight and short and he wore an earring in his left ear. It looked tribal. The boy was equally impressive. His hair was cropped short but more fuzzy.  He also wore the earring. Will was very outgoing in his mannerisms and it was hard not to notice the muscles in his arm as he shook hands, the veins down his bicep.  The boy stood back till Will reached back and urged him forward and put his arm around his shoulder. 

"And this is my son, Luke."

"He’s my friend,” Aaron put in proudly.

“We’re glad you brought him along,” I said.  “Supper’s going to be quick and easy, so we have time to get acquainted.  Jason, why don’t you take them out to see the horses while I get things started.”

Will had been standing close and his aftershave or body splash lingered after they were gone.  It drew me to the window to see them walking to the barn. His perfection was displayed as nicely from behind as from the front.  I took in the bulk of his arms sticking out of his shirt and his wide shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist. On his hip structure was set a perfect pair of glutes that flexed inside his pants.  

They were back within the hour and Jason sent Braden up with their bags to show them where they would sleep. 

When they came down, young Luke politely asked if there was something he could do to help.  I was sure his father had told him to ask.  I told him he could get the ketchup and mustard out of the fridge.  Aaron arranged the chairs and helped Braden set the table.

At supper Jason was good about bringing the boys into the conversation, asking them about sports and what they were studying in school.

“Right now we’re studying ancient history, the Greeks and the Roman Empire,” Aaron said.

“We just finished up with the early Olympics,” Luke put in.

“Yeah, Luke liked learning about how the athletes back then competed naked,” Aaron said in a chiding manner.

“Do you boys play sports?” I asked.                            

“Aaron plays rugby, I play soccer and we both wrestle, and I’m taking gymnastics,” Luke said, nonplussed by Aaron’s chiding. 

“Do you wrestle naked?” Jason asked, keeping that alive.

“No, but I think we should, at least at practice,” Luke said.  “Our coach is also our history teacher, so it would tie in with what he’s teaching in class.”

“Well, you might suggest it,” his father said.

Jason turned to Will.  “What about you, Will, what do you do?”

He smiled, glancing at Braden. “I have to wonder what else Braden hasn’t told you about us,” Will said.  “It seems I know more about most of you than you do of us.”

“I didn’t see the need to offer a pedigree,” Braden said.

"You don't owe anyone an explanation, but we’re happy to learn all you want us to know," I said.

 “Well, I’m a commercial artist and I also do some modeling.  Runway, store windows, artist and photographer’s model.”

“You must do quite well at it,” I said.

“It helps pay the bills,” he said.  “And I’m proud to say that Luke has just recently broken into the field.”

Luke looked down at his plate while Aaron smiled proudly. 

“He’s done a couple of live window displays with me,” Will went on,  “and he’ll be doing some runway for the same store closer to Christmas.”

“That’s great, Luke,” Jason said.  “Just keep a close eye on him,” he added with a wink.

"Working together has helped us get to know each other.  You see, I discovered quite by accident that Luke was my son, much the same as Braden and Aaron,” Will explained. 

“Is his mother in the picture?” I asked.

“Not so much,” Will replied. “She, uh….well, let’s just say she doesn’t approve of our lifestyle.” He glanced at Braden.  “Should I?  Or is this considered polite company?”

“Of course, I told you our lives around here have always been an open book,” Braden told him.

“Braden has told me about his family and you obviously are quite aware of ours.  My wife doesn’t approve.”  He caught me glancing at Luke.  “Luke has always been a very astute boy. He caught on that I’m gay; I only confirmed it.”

He and I made another discovery about each other, didn’t we?” he said smiling at Luke.  "Do you boys want to tell that story?" he asked with a smile.

Luke was embarrassed and hesitant as he was looking at Aaron.  Suddenly Jason signaled a timeout.  “I think we’re putting these boys on the spot. They’ll tell us what they want us to know when they’re ready.”

“It’s all right if you tell them,” Aaron said to his dad, rather sheepishly. But again, Jason stepped in.

“No, you boys will tell us what you want us to know, when you want us to know it. But I think we should level the playing field,” he said.  “Aaron, Luke, you should know that we all play for the same team around here.  All of our boys do in some way or other, except Jacob. Brad and I are partners, just like your dad and Braden.  My son is a Marine and he’s partnered with another Marine.  We’re all partnered in one way or another.  So you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about your relationship with each other.”

The boys looked relieved, looking up at Braden and Will.

“Maybe we’ll tell you later,” Aaron said.   

“Suffice to say, I want Luke to be who he is, without apology.  And it makes it easier for me to be who I am."

“I would like to add how grateful Luke and I are to be invited among you all, and how you've made us feel so welcome. It's a rare opportunity for us to be ourselves as dad and son, and we deeply appreciate it."

“We hope you feel at home,” I said.  “We would like you to feel like family.”

“I’m curious about the earrings,” I said.

“Well, first, let me say that we are not African-Americans. We are Americans, but obviously of African descent.” He looked at Luke and asked, “Do you want to tell where we come from?”

“We are of the Maasai Tribe from the region of Southern Kenya and Northern Tanzania. The men are tall. The Maasai don’t cultivate the land but own large herds of cattle, sheep and goats. These animals provide food and also represent wealth and power; the more cattle a Maasai has, the richer he is and therefore the more power and influence he will have within his tribe. The earrings are carved from the horns of cattle.”

“Representing power and wealth,” Jason added. “It’s great to hear you explain your ancestry. Most boys your age would simply say they’re from Boston, or Miami, with no idea of their ancestry.”

“The Maasai are a very proud people,” Luke said.

“And very powerful, as you can see,” Aaron put in.

Everyone pitched in to do dishes and clean up the kitchen then we retired to the living room.  The television was turned on but as the conversation continued it was turned down and pretty much ignored. The two boys seemed bored and I asked them if they would like to go up to bed. Will and Braden and Jason and I sat by the fire, sipping brandy and talking well into the night.  That’s when we learned that Will was also a male escort. We were mildly surprised but not shocked and it piqued our interest.

“Tell me, just how does one break into that line of work?” Jason asked.

“It just seemed to come with the flow of my work as a model, and my association with certain men at the department stores, and with photographers,” Will said.  “And, oddly enough, with some store customers and passersby,” he added with a tight smile. “I was modeling swim suits in a display window and this man--he was middle aged and very successful looking—stopped to look then came into the store.  Next thing I knew, the head of sportswear came and asked me to step out of the window. The man wanted to have a closer look at the boxer brief swimsuit I was wearing.  He was very bold about checking the fit around the waist and the legs and he asked the price.  It was a very expensive suit.  About two bucks worth of material but it was around a hundred dollars. He said he wanted to purchase the one I had on.  The department head told him they had others that had not been worn but he insisted on the one I had on.  The department head told the guy he would have the suit brought up to the counter and he sent me back to the change room to get out of that suit and into another one he handed to me.  But the guy followed me, right into the change room. Well, by that time it began to dawn on me that he was interested in more than just the swim suit. Anyway, I took it off and handed it to him. He looked me up and down and said he would pay me personally double the price of the suit if I would have dinner with him. Well, I was a struggling college student and two hundred bucks and a free dinner was too good to pass up, so I agreed.” He paused to laugh. 

“I wasn’t quite as astute back then. I had no idea that dinner would be served in his penthouse apartment, prepared by his private chef.  Let me tell you, it was a feast.  He kept urging me to eat and there was even a wine steward that kept our glasses filled. Not a big wine drinker, I started getting a nice buzz.  Toward the end of dinner a butler came to the table with a silver tray with three one hundred dollar bills tucked in an expensive looking money clip. The man pushed it over in front of me, then reached his hand inside his jacket pocket and brought out another money clip and laid it on the tray. I couldn’t tell how much money was in the clip but it was totally more than we had agreed on. I didn’t know what was going on, why all of this money was being thrust at me. He said the additional tip was for me to spend the night. And that launched my career as an escort.”

“Wait, wait,” I said. “You skimmed right over the good part.  What, exactly launched your career as an escort?”

He laughed and went on. “Like I said, we were in his penthouse, it was late, and he showed me around to all three bedrooms, and he asked me which one I would like to sleep in.  By that time I’d figured out that he hadn’t invited me to spend the night just to play checkers, and I asked him which room he was sleeping in. He liked that answer. The shower was right there in the bedroom, partitioned off with glass. He told me I could shower while he watched.  I gave him a show and when I was finished he was there with a towel to dry me off. He was fascinated with my body and especially with my cock. He said he was finally going to get to live the myth. He was so excited he passed on the shower and practically tore off his clothes to get in the bed with me. I had never had sex with another man before and I honest to God thought he would be sucking my cock and that was all. He did that, of course, and more; he engaged in what he called body worship—another first for me—but then he said he wanted me to fuck him.  I said I wasn’t all that astute….I’d never imagined that men got actually fucked.  I did as he asked, totally amazed that he could take my entire cock inside him and quite honestly it was incredible. I went away with a thousand dollars.  He put me in touch with some of his friends and it went from there. And it was a short time later that I came to the realization that I was gay….or might be. One of the contacts was a very athletic man who wanted me to fuck him and his wife; both of them in bed at the same time, and I was to take turns. I did, and she was quite beautiful, but I didn’t get all that much out of it with her. I much preferred fucking the man. That never changed.”

“Does your son know?” I asked.

“He knows I’m an escort.  He sees me getting dressed to go out.  He doesn’t know I’m that kind of escort.”

“He’ll be figuring it out soon enough,” Jason said.

“When he does, I will tell him,” Will said.

“Do you think he will follow in your footsteps?” Jason asked.

“Not as long as he is under my authority. But that will be his choice when he is of age,” he replied.

“Well, gentlemen, it has been a long day, I think I’ll go up to bed,” Braden said.

“I’ll be up in a minute,” Will said, holding up his half empty drink.

When Will had finished his drink the rest of us went up. We parted company in the hallway as Will was looking in on the boys who had already gone to bed.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/26/15