A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

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The Epilogue Chapters

Epilogue Chapter 27 

The church basement was crowded but it had a warm and welcoming atmosphere.  The boys dispersed to the four winds as they were cornered by guests entreating them to tell the stories that Father Colby had mentioned. Jake and Devon hung with the other Marines and the SEAL. It was striking, how handsome they all looked. There was more laughter than tears but I wasn’t a part of that. I didn’t fully understand it. I knew it was to be a celebration of Jason’s life but I didn’t see how anyone could bring forth laughter on such an occasion. I knew I would laugh again but it wouldn’t be any time soon.

The Navy Officer found his way over to me and offered his condolences. Devon appeared beside him.

“I had no idea there would be a Navy SEAL here to present the flag,” I said.

“There was a notice of death in our newspaper and I was dispatched from Coronado to do the honors. Very likely, the funeral director sent the notice,” he said.

“Jason would be very proud that you came,” I said.

“The honor was mine.”

“It means a lot that you left your Trident,” Devon said.

He smiled a tight smile.  “We like to think it’s a pass into heaven. And God knows, we all need that.”

“He would be the first to agree with you on that,” Devon said, laughing.

“Of course, he’s going to have to explain those two Eagle, Globe and Anchors to St. Peter,” he joked.

“Do you have to get back or can you stay for a couple of days?” I asked.  “We have plenty of room.”

“Thank you very much but I have to get back,” he said.

“I can’t tell you how grateful we are that you came,” I said.

“My honor. God be with you.”

When we returned to the house the boys were packing up to leave, all except Devon and Jake and Kyle. I hated it but I understood; they had jobs to get back to. Devon and Kyle would have to leave the next day and Jake would be leaving the day after to return to his post in Korea.  We said our goodbyes to the others with promises to keep in closer touch.  I was sad to see them go--sad for them—but I was also looking forward to having the house to myself. Devon and Kyle said they were going back out to the cemetery.  They asked Jake to come along but he declined.

“No, this is between you two,” he said.

I had decided I would go early the next morning, about sunrise. It was late when they returned, but none the worse for emotions.  They seemed even a bit jovial.  The day had worn on me and I announced that I was going to bed. I got goodnight hugs from everyone and went upstairs. It was almost more than I could take, getting in bed alone, knowing that it would be this way for the time I had left on this earth. I choked up but I didn’t cry.  I couldn’t. He was in a far better place and I wouldn’t want him back the way he was….I was letting go.  We always slept naked but without any real thought I got Jason’s old jockstrap and laid it on my pillow. I felt close to him. Tired as I was, I couldn’t sleep.

There was a knock on the door as it opened.

“Can I sleep in here?” Devon asked.

“Of course. I would like that.”

“You’re as close as I can be to him,” He said as he took off his clothes. “I left Jake to Kyle,” he added with a smile.  “Thought I’d see if they still have anything in common.”

I felt the same old admiration and attraction for him as I watched him undress and reveal his magnificent body but there wasn’t any overwhelming sexual urge attached to it. He wasn’t simply a beautiful man who was getting in bed with me; he was Jason’s son. I lifted the covers and laid them over him when he was beside me. He moved back against me and I laid an arm and leg over him. It was wonderful to have his hard muscular Marine body against me, his firm butt pressing against my manhood.  My cock came to life without me willing it but I made nothing of it.  Holding the man was erotic but still not sexual as it might have been. Till he reached back for my cock and laid it up along the split of his butt.

“I want you inside me, Brad,” he said hoarsely.  “It doesn’t have to be anything but that. I just want you inside me so I can feel closer.”

We both used spit to lube his ass and my cock and when I positioned the head he pushed back on it.  I moaned softly as his ass swallowed my cock to the hilt.  He sighed with contentment as he snuggled himself against me and I held him tight. We slept locked together like that but in the night my cock hardened again inside him and I reached down to feel his hard cock.

“It wouldn’t be sacrilegious would it?” he asked quietly.

“No. I have to think he would be smiling down on us about now.”

Next morning I was at the cemetery to watch the sun rise over Jason’s grave. It was a somber time but with no tears. I felt sadness, and empty, but also contentment that he was no longer suffering. I stayed till I began to feel the warmth of the sun.  It was hard to leave, and I couldn’t.  Twice I tried to leave but there was a force pulling me back. Him wanting me to stay?  Perhaps he had not yet ascended. I had heard stories of people lingering back.  

“Jason, we have to let go.  We have to let each other go,” I murmured.  Suddenly there was a wind blowing at my back, in the direction of my truck, as if he was telling me it was okay to go. Had he released me that easily?  I wondered at the power of the afterlife as I walked toward my truck.

Back home Devon and Kyle were making breakfast. There was quiet contentment in the room as we ate, perhaps brought about by resignation. Kyle didn’t linger after he’d eaten; he seemed even anxious to leave. We bid him goodbye with him promising that he would visit more often, and I was sure he would.  The brothers’ goodbye was an emotional one while Jake stood aside, choking back tears.

Moments after Kyle left another car drove up the lane. It was Mr. Pelman, the funeral director.  We greeted him out on the porch.

“I’ve brought the ashes,” he said. He handed Devon and I each a felt pouch.  Devon was quite emotional as he put the chain around his neck and fingered the bullet containing his father’s ashes. I kept a stern military bearing as I put mine on but it was different when he handed me the camouflage urn. I was struck that I was holding in my hand all that remained of the man I loved. Devon thanked Mr. Pelman, seeing that I couldn’t. 

Devon looked at his watch. “I guess I’d better go up and get dressed and pack.”

“You’ve got two hours,” I said.

“I know. I guess it’s something to do, to keep busy,” he said.

I put my arms around his and Jake’s broad shoulders.  “Alright, Jake can help you.  And while you’re up there, fuck each other’s eyeballs out. I told you never to pass up an opportunity.”

They laughed as I squeezed their butts and they went upstairs.

They came down over an hour later, Jake carrying Devon’s bag.

“I’ll drive him to the airport,” Jake said.  “Unless you want to,” he added, looking at me.

“No, you guys go ahead,” I said.

I followed them onto the porch where I hugged Devon goodbye. Damn, he felt so good.  I wished he had another two hours.

“I love you Brad,” he said, trying not to tear up.

“You know the feeling’s mutual,” I said.  “You stay in touch, dammit.”

I felt so empty, seeing him walk to the truck.  Part of the emptiness was for him. His father was gone and he was going out of my life as well, in a way that we could not go back to.

“Straight to the airport. No stopping along the way,” I said.

They laughed and they both flipped me off. I went back inside. I had wanted the house to myself but I was somehow consoled that Jake would be coming back.  I poured a cup of coffee and went back out on the porch to wait for him. I sat on the railing, leaned back against the post. I was relieved when I saw the pickup turn in; the loneliness was closing in on me.

“Well, he’s on his way,” he said as he came up on the porch and handed me the keys.

“I’ll get you some coffee,” I said.

“No, I’ll get it.”

“When will you see each other again?” I asked when he came back out with two cups of coffee.

“Who knows.  We say we’re used to it, but we never are. It must be hard for you to see him go.”

“I think no harder on me than him, or no harder on him than you” I said. “You guys have been tight for a long time.”

“Much like you and Jason.”

“I pray that you are never separated like we’ve been,” I said.

“How will you deal with it?” Jake asked.

“One thing is certain, I can’t curl up in a ball and let life pass me by. I won’t dishonor Jason in that way.”

“He would expect you to go on. How did you meet anyway?”

“Well our first meeting was far from romantic. I almost ran him down with a Jeep.”

“That would get anyone’s attention,” Jake said, laughing.

“It wasn’t love at first sight. It was quite a while before he was convinced that I was the one he wanted to spend his life with.”

“I bet he knew; he was just fighting it. Do you think you’ll find someone else?”

“I can’t answer that.  I don’t intend to go searching but if someone comes along….who knows?”

“Either way, you won’t have any trouble finding someone. It wouldn’t take much to convince me even now if I didn’t already have Devon.” 

“You flatter me,” I said.

“No flattery intended. You’re one of the hottest men I know. I’m glad things worked out so I was left here alone with you,” he said.

“I’m grateful for your company. You know I love you like my own son.”

“If I may be so bold….I don’t want to offend your sensibilities or intrude on your grief but….well, I would like to be more than just company for you.  Not to dishonor Jason but I love you, Brad, as a father figure and as a man.  I hope I’m not out of line saying that.”

“I can’t think of anything you could do that would dishonor him,” I said.

“Even if I asked you to have sex with me? This may be the only time like this we ever have together. But if it’s too soon, or if you just don’t want to, I understand.”

“Who’s to define too soon? I only know that Jason wouldn’t want me….us….to pass up such an opportunity. You know what he told me shortly before he died? We were talking about not having gone to Tuscany.  He told me go, and rent a villa and find myself a hot, young Italian stallion and fuck each other’s brains out.”

“I’m not Italian,” Jake said.

“But you’re a hot, young stallion, that’s three out of four,” I said.

“Is that a yes?” he asked.

“Unless you prefer to spend another night in one of the bunk beds.”

“Can we do that?” he asked. “Can we sleep in Devon’s old bunk?”

“It’d be a tight fit.”

“No tighter than in your bed.  Besides, I like tight fits.”

“Let’s lock up.”   

Upstairs he went into Devon and Kyle’s old room where he’d been staying. I went on into my bedroom where I changed in to Jason’s tattered old jockstrap.  Jake was down to his briefs when I went back, straightening up the lower bunk. He stopped and dropped the corner of the blanket when he saw me.

“Geezuss!” he whispered.

“I could say the same about you,” I said.

“You look so hot in that jockstrap, with all the tatters and tears.”

“No hotter than you in those briefs.” I moved closer and cupped the bulging pouch.  “They barely contain you.”

“They’re not meant to, they’re meant to entice,” he said.

“Well, then, mission accomplished,” I said as I guided him to the bed. I backed him up against the bunk beds and pressed my body against his. Muscle rippling against muscle, I kissed him and he responded in kind. The pouch of my jockstrap smashed against the pouch of his briefs. Both were filling up fast.

“I can’t be Jason for you,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to be anybody but Jake,” I told him. I clasped my hands around his hips and pushed him into the lower bunk. He lay back with his back to the wall.

“Let’s see how tight we can make this fit,” I said as I crawled in with him.  We came together again and resumed the kiss.

“I can’t thank you enough, or Jason, for allowing me to become a part of this family,” he said.

I laughed softly.  “We had no choice, Devon brought you home and we couldn’t pry you and him apart,” I joked.

“When we take retirement we’re never going to be apart again,” he said. “I’m so glad I went to football camp that year. It was a life changing experience.”

“I know Devon came back a changed boy,” I said.

“I went to that camp so full of my girlfriend, already counting the days till I could get back to her. Then I walked in the dorm and there he was, and it was like she never existed. By the time I got to where he was standing beside his bunk, looking so damned cute and studly, I knew this was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  I couldn’t imagine ever letting him out of my sight. I was in love. My sole focus that entire two weeks was to make him fall for me. I almost cried when I found he felt the same about me.”

“I’ll tell you something else that sealed your relationship as part of the family,” I said. “When you came to Jason and told him outright that you were in love with his son. That took more balls than I could imagine.”

“It was surprisingly easy; I believed in what I was saying.”

“Well you sure impressed the hell out of Jason,” I said.

His hand was inside my jockstrap, my cock hard in his fist.

“You know how I like to be fucked, Brad.  I wanta be your slut.  I wanta be your Marine cum dump tonight.”

I tugged at his briefs and he hefted his butt up off the bunk to let me pull them off, then he brought his legs up and hooked his feet in the rail of the top bunk

“Godd, that ass,” I murmured

“It’s yours,” he said. “Fuck it, finger it, eat it, rape it.

“Or all of the above,” I said.

I dropped to my knees beside the bunk and buried my face in his taut, round buns. He felt and smelled so good I wanted to cry. I dragged my tongue up the crack and he reached around to pull his butt apart for me. I was happily surprised that he was shaved

“Yess!  Fuck, this is so beautiful. You shaved,” I whispered

“Yes, for Devon,” he said.

His moans and tiny whimpers were music to my ears as I licked and tongued his hole.

“Tongue me deep, Brad, you might get some of Devon’s cum that he left in me.”

I pulled his hole open with my thumbs and drove my tongue up inside him. The salty sweet taste made me heady and I devoured his ass hungrily. Yes, I could taste Devon

“Can you taste him?  Can you taste Devon’s cum?” he asked

“Yesss!  Godd, yesss!”

I tongued and slurped his asshole like a mad dog. I tongued him till my tongue was tired then I licked him lovingly.

“You can fuck me; I’m ready. I don’t need a lot of foreplay. We can use Devon’s cum for lube,” he said.

As I rose up from my knees he set his feet wider apart on the side railing and I leaned between them. I spat in my hand to lube my cock then aimed it. I felt the heat of his steamy hole and nudged the head of my cock against it to know I was on target. I felt him push out and I pressed my cock against his pucker and it squeezed around my cockhead.

“Godd, yess; your ass is so hot,” I moaned

“It gets hotter the deeper you go,” he said

“Show me,” I said.

He brought one leg down from the railing and locked it around my waist and pulled me into his ass

“Ohhh, Brad….Godd, that feels so good.

“I can’t be Devon for you,” I said.

“No one can. But Devon’s not here.

“Any port in a storm,” I joked

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

I began fucking him with long, slow strokes and it was almost inspiring to see him transform from a two hundred pound stud Marine to a moaning, whimpering slut he promised to be. His muscles were like tight springs lifting and pushing against me. I kissed him everywhere I could reach and I was soon tasting his sweat

“Godd, you taste good,” I said. 

“I wanta taste you, too.  When you’re ready I want your load in my mouth.”

“Fuck, you always were a stud; you haven’t lost it. My Godd, your muscles are as hard and tight as ever.”

“I keep them that way for Devon.  Like you did for Jason. You don’t know how much we pattern our lives after you and Jason.”

I fucked him so tenderly that I realized I was making love to him. He wasn’t Jason but his body, his tight, clenching ass, made my body alive with memories of the man I loved. I remembered a time past when another muscle stud named Toby tried to be Jason for me. I asked him if he wanted to change positions

“Not unless you do,” he said.

I fucked him for a very long time, unaware that I was building up such intense pressure in him till I heard deep moans rumble up from his belly.

“Like that!  There!” he gasped.  “Ohh, Godd, you’re fucking me so good….touching every nerve ending….fuck, yeah, deep, like that…..your cock’s sliding against my prostate.  Hold me, Brad.  Fuck me, but hold onto me so I don’t float off. You’re getting me close! Ohh….Uhhnnnn….Oh, Godd….it’s so good I can b-barely s-stand it! Fuck me, Brad, I’m cumming!”

I felt his asshole squeeze and flutter and his prostate go wild with violent palpitations. His body convulsed and the next minute he was throwing cum all over himself in great, thick ropes. His body jerked with each spasm. I held him around his waist and bored my cock into him in short, hard jabs

“I need air,” he gasped.

I let his legs down on either side of me so he could put his feet on the floor

“You haven’t lost it, stud,” he told me. “Godd, you can fuck.”

He scooped up a glob of cum on his finger and started to lick it off but I grabbed his wrist.

“No. That’s mine,” I said and I brought his finger to my mouth. “It’s all mine.”

He smiled. “That didn’t work out quite as I planned.  You were supposed to pull out and give me your load.

“I can still do that.”

“Yes, I can feel you can.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.  I want your load. I wanta compare the taste of our cum.”

When I switched from edging and made it my mission to cum, I was able to reach my climax pretty fast. I fucked him till I was on the ropes then I did an extraction.  I gripped my cock as I scrambled to straddle his chest then released the pressure and exploded my load directly into his  mouth. He devoured my cock and I filled his mouth. When I was mostly drained I pulled back and leaned down and licked up globs of his cum off his chest. Then I kissed him. He moaned deep in his belly and pushed my cum into my mouth at the same time I fed him his. We mixed the salty sweet juices and sucked it back and forth and swallowed till it was only our tongues lashing about in the warm cavern of our mouths

“Holy shit, when was the last time I had sex like that!” I said

Jake laughed

“You are one hot Marine,” I told him

“I am one hot, sweaty, smelly Marine. I need a shower.

“You smell like the stallion you are; I like it.”

I stood back and pulled him up off the bunk. We embraced and kissed again, then we went to shower.  Together.

“I’m glad we did that….swapped cum,” he said. “It’s like we’re one, and I can take that with me.”

When we got out of the shower we went to my room.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked

“Yes.

“For sex? ‘Cause the shower warmed me up real good.”

“Yes, for all the sex you want,” I said.

Jake came back down next morning in his tan dress uniform.  He was carrying his bag. It was getting close to time for him to leave; time for me to get him to the airport.

“Do you want a bite to eat before you go?” I asked.

“No, I’m good.”

He took one last look around then we went out and got in the truck and I drove slowly down the lane. We were quiet and the quiet brought on melancholy.

“It’s been sad but great,” he said. “I’m deeply sorry Jason’s gone; especially the way he died.”

“He said he wished it could be something more honorable and heroic,” I said.

“Still, it was great seeing everyone again. Maybe we can have another gathering like Thanksgiving.  It won’t be the same of course, but…..” He let his voice trail off.

“It’ll never be the same,” I said. “But it can be different and still be good, as soon as I figure out how to do that.”

“You guys had an incredible life together.  I hope Devon and I can do the same.”

“I hurt already at the thought of you being separated one day,” I said.

“I can only imagine.  I hurt every time we part. There is one saving grace, though, to this whole thing we call life.” 

“What’s that?” I asked.

“You,” he replied. “You’re the touchstone; the glue that holds us all together. You always were, even when Jason was alive. If we lose you I dread that we might lose the closeness we’ve had.”

“It’s up to somebody to see that doesn’t happen,” I said.

“Who would be the next patriarch to follow you?” he asked.

“Kyle, I think.”

“Last night was great, too,” he said.

“A cut above great,” I said, squeezing his thigh. “Damn, I wish I could have those thighs locked around my head one more time before you go.  Do we have time to pull over?”

“No!” he said laughing.

We were pulling into the airport just as the plane was circling to land. We got out of the truck and I walked with him into the terminal. He presented his ticket then came over to me to wait.

“This is the hardest goodbye I’ve ever said. I’m leaving so much behind.”

“Don’t let it be,” I said. “It’s all forward from here.”

“I’ll try to look at it that way. If you can, I can. But there’s so much I’ll never get back.”

“Remember what you’re taking with you, though,” I said with a wink

“Shit, I hope I’m not pregnant,” he joked.

 He stepped up and pulled me into his powerful arms. His body was like warm stone under his uniform.

“I love you, Brad,” he whispered.

“You know I love you, Jake, like one of my own.”

“I know.” He stepped back and held me at arm’s length.
“You’re awesome.”

I stood and watched him walk out to the plane, my eyes raking over uniformed body, glued to his round, tight butt flexing inside his uniform pants. It was the last thing I saw as he boarded the plane. I watched the plane take off and kept watching till it was suddenly swallowed up in the clouds. His disappearance seemed to bring a close to the horrible event, at least for the moment. 

But the night brought a loneliness almost too much to bear. Once again I found comfort in Jason’s jockstrap.  I drew in the soft musky aroma before I put it on, then stretched out on the bed.  Our bed.  I left the lamp on low.  I would always leave the lamp on low.  Still numb, I let the loneliness lull me to sleep. I dreaded waking up.

To be continued...