Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 05:12:14 EST
From: troy161@hotmail.com
Subject: A Marine Called Jason, Part I

			   A Marine Called Jason

				Chapter One

By Jock
Email:   troy161@hotmail.com


I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he
wouldn't.  There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up.
Toby's Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, smoky, not very fancy,
with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby's also catered to
gays.  Not openly.  He didn't advertise it but word got around that it was
safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there.  It was enough of a mix of
straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place.  Of course, Toby was
strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former Marine,
big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam.  He liked it
and stayed.  Nobody messed with him.
          I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick
glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby got me another
beer without me asking for it.  I didn't know if he knew who I was waiting on
but if he did he didn't say so.
"Did she stand you up?" he asked.
"Too early to tell," I said.  That was the way it was...a lot of times he
knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms.  It was a code; one that even
the straight guys respected if they found out about you.  It wouldn't have been
that way in any other bar.  Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with
loud homophobia.  One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw
recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays.  They
didn't make any bones about it.  They talked to each other loud enough that
others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy
was gay. Toby put a stop to it right away.  Politely at first, till one of the
stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay.  Toby played along with
them.  He nodded for them to follow him back to the rest room.  Moments later,
there was a lot of noise back there, then the back door was slamming shut.
Toby came back to the bar without a scratch.  The other two guys came out, one
embarrassedly nursing a bloody nose and the other one with a black eye and
holding his stomach. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to
mess with Toby.
I didn't say who I was.  Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds,
regulation jarhead, buzz-cut Marine.  My 196 pounds were good, solid muscle.  Most of
us were; we had a workout room right in the barracks.  The guy I was waiting
on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a
five-ten frame which made him look heavier.  He was Navy, which I liked to kid him
was a distant cousin to the Marines.  More correctly, he was a Navy Seal.
Okay, you want all of it....he was a sniper.
I started to get the sweats as the night wore on.  He should have been there
an hour ago. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had
happened to him.  I tried to shrug it off.  It was something we both understood and
lived with... him, obviously, more than me.  He was the Navy Seal, doing covert
ops.  I was just an interpreter at Intel...interrogation...we dealt many times
with the guys he sometimes brought in.  I tried more than once to imagine how
I would handle it if he didn't come back from one of those missions.  I couldn'
t even think about it without getting suck to my stomach.
Finally, he was there.  I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared
in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it.  He had incredibly wide
shoulders with balled muscles that looked soccer balls and big arms sticking
out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle.  He
had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his
waist, held up not by a belt but by his round, tight bubble butt.  He
sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as
if he weren't late at all.  I didn't make mention of it either.
"You been waiting long?" he asked.
Toby brought him a beer.
"Only since noon," I said.
He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried.
He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place out and
see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him.  There was and he went
over to a table to say hello. I was watching in the mirror over the bar. A
waitress came up to the table with a half dozen beers and ran her cold hand down
his bare arm.  He cringed and laughed and smacked her on the ass.  A hooker
came up to his other side and put her arms around his waist and squeezed his butt
and said something in his ear.  He laughed and squeezed her butt hard and she
left.  It was like that with him; with all Navy Seals. They were quiet,
unassuming heroes that took it all in stride.  I could have been jealous except
that I was happy in my own skin, and I marveled that he was as comfortable with
me as he was with women. He came back to his bar stool with that little twist
and swagger in his hips.
"I was afraid you wouldn't make it," I said after first looking around to
see if anybody was in earshot.  There was nobody except Toby and he didn't
matter but you had to be always on guard about everything you said.
"I did," he said.
As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him; especially his huge
arms sticking out of his shirt.  Dam, they were sexy.  It was easier for me to
look at him in the mirror but I was still cautious.
Jason looked around the bar and asked.  "Did you get a room?"
          I nodded.  We talked for awhile, bringing Toby into the
conversation when he had time.  Jason downed the rest of his beer and slid the bottle
across the bar with a finality that said he was ready to go.
"Hey, Toby, if those two girls show up, tell them don't go away, we'll be
back," he said in a loud voice as he stood down off the bar stool.  It didn't
matter whether Toby believed there really were two girls.  Somehow, I think he
knew better.
A dozen blocks away, down side streets and through alleys, was what was known
as the Trent Hotel.  It wasn't designed as a hotel.  It was a two-story
structure that had been converted to a maze of rooms and they put a hotel sign over
the door.  On the way, Jason stopped off in a gift shop. I told him the room
number, two-thirty-eight, and went on to the hotel.  He would spend a few
minutes in the shop then leave and go down the alley and come into the hotel by
way of the rear stairs.  The hotel clerk knew the routine.  It wasn't smart for
two GIs to be seen going into a hotel together unless there were one or two
women on their arms.
I went up the stairs to the room.  I'd already showered and got ready for
him. I took a big dose of breath freshener and took off my clothes, down to my
shorts.  I was waiting on the bed when he came in. He double-bolted the door
behind him and went over and closed the shutters over the windows facing the
street.  He left the windows open that faced the alley and a blank wall but he was
always careful, afraid there might be somebody spying from a window across
the street.
He began taking off his clothes which always made me breathless, all the
while with his eyes on me, and that thrilled me that he was so open about wanting
me so. I loved everything about him; his looks, eyes, sense of humor, most of
all his body.  His triceps danced as he took off his boots and socks.  He
stood up and his arms bulged as he took off his pants.  He climbed on the bed and
knelt between my legs, still wearing his muscle shirt and his briefs.  He
crossed his arms across his chest and pulled his shirt up, his torso spreading out
wide when he pulled it off over his head.  I leaned up and placed my hands on
his sides, high on the V where the finger-like muscles rapped around his rib
cage, then on up into his hairy armpits.  He tossed the shirt aside and his
pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib cage when he lowered his arms.  Nice
hair there, too, a spattering on each side around his tits then the neat,
straight line down the center of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his
shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to shove his briefs down but I
stopped him.
"Wait.  Leave them on...let me look at you for a minute."
He moved his hands down to his sides and knelt there, a little awkward, with
a goofy, embarrassed smile on his face.  I let my eyes rake up and down his
muscular body, zeroing in on his tiny briefs.  They weren't regulation, although
they should have been.  The military would save a lot of money on material if
they were regulation.  There was barely anything to them; two thin strips
curved up over his hip bones trying mightily to support the weight in the pouch
stretched around his manhood. They barely contained his massive manhood, and
stretched so low that you could see the curls of hair over the top.
"You ought to be on a recruiting poster," I said
"Like this?"
"If I was in charge of recruiting."
"Is that enough looking?" he asked, shrugging his heavy shoulders.
"Yeah.  Are you getting anxious?"
"You know it," he said.
He shoved his briefs down and lifted each knee to shove them off.  His big
cock hanging out proudly, not yet hard but thick and meaty, with a network of
bulging veins.  My breath caught in my throat.  His cock was easily six/seven
inches, with a network of bluish veins under the silken sheath that gave it a
bit of a gnarled, virile look when he was hard.  He never got hard fast. It was
like he took his time, no big rush, it would be hard when the time came.
"I don't know how you carry all that around," I said.
He laughed as he ran his hands up and down my thighs several times then
tugged at my shorts.  I raised up so he could take them off of me. I watched his
muscles bulge and ripple and it was a moment of feeling ravished as he stripped
me naked. He tossed my shorts to me and his eyes shifted to my own cock but
didn't linger. He was just noticing, with no particular desire for it except
that it made me a man and a man was what he wanted. But there was desire in his
eyes.
"Godd, you look good to me," he said as he leaned up over me on his hands
and knees and clamped his mouth over my right pec.  I gasped and moaned as he
flicked my tit with his tongue then sucked on it.  The after-shave bristle on
his face felt good.
"Your tits getting bigger?" he asked.
"If they are, you made them that way," I said. They would get bigger with
him sucking on them.
He reached down and lifted my left leg around his hip and I lifted them both,
tilting my butt up for him. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my
butt, made slick with his precome.  His cock was hard now.  Hard and big.  Hard
and HUGE.  I trembled a little inside with the familiar anticipation.
"I know you like some foreplay but I'm so damned horny," he said, poking his
cock at the slick hole.
"I've told you the foreplay is seeing you come through the door, watching
you take off your clothes and walk toward the bed. It's all the foreplay I need."
"You're something else, you know that?  So dammed unselfish."
"I'll be anything you want me to be."  I said
I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my clenching hole.  He picked up
my shorts and handed them to me.  He was always afraid I would make too much
noise.
"I'm okay," I said.
"I like to see `em in your mouth," he said.
I let him stuff my shorts in my mouth. He pushed and I pushed my asshole back
at him with that little twinge of fear that always came over me the moment
before I was about to be penetrated and impaled on the huge cock. I tried not to
remember the pain.  I could feel the awesome power behind his cock, drawn
from his tight, hard butt muscles.  Suddenly his cock popped through, leaving me
wide-eyed as it always did when he entered me, a lot of it from the
excruciating pain.  He barely paused before he sank all the way in me, all
ten-plus-maybe-eleven inches, up to his balls.
"Ohh, Goddddd!" I moaned softly as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The
weight of his balls felt wonderful against my butt.
"Ohhhh, Fuucckkk!  I've wanted this so bad," he gasped.  He held still with
his cock buried deep in my guts.  "You okay?"
I pulled my shorts out of my mouth. "You always ask that and what do I always
say?"
"But I know it hurts,"  he said.  "Tell me it doesn't hurt.  You can't hide
it, hard as you try."
"It hurts like hell, but not for long and nothing I can't handle," I assured
him.
          He squeezed his butt muscles several times, forcing his cock to
nudge at my innermost being, then slowly he withdrew most of the way then slid
back in several times; then he set his rhythm and he was fucking me.
          "Ohhh...Ohhhhh...Awwhhhh,"  I moaned softly.
          "Ohh, yeah...you are so hot and tight," he whispered.
          "That's a true miracle, considering the size of your cock
stretching me," I said.
          "You must have muscles in your shit, to be so tight after all these
times," he said.  "And so alive!  Fuck, it feels like a bunch of tiny
fingers squeezing my cock."
          He leaned over me and kissed my chest as he fucked me with a steady
rhythm.  He kissed down my abs then back up across my chest and along the
side of my neck.  I turned my face toward him a little but he moved back down my
chest.  He always avoided my face.  He raised up and looked down at his cock
going and in and out of me.  "Fuck, that is so hot, watching your asshole
squeeze around my cock, watching it stretch and pull out when I pull back.  Looks
like it's gonna turn inside out."
          "It feels like it," I said.
He leaned down and began kissing my chest again.  He really liked my tits. He
loved making them swell so he could suck and nibble on them. He kissed back
and forth across my chest, down my abs to the safety point where he didn't get
too close to my cock, then moved his full lips up across my chest to my neck.
His lips sent shivers all through me.  When he was kissing up my neck again...
.lingering there...I broke the spell.
          "Go ahead," I said.
          "Go ahead and what?' he asked.
          "Kiss me.  I think you want to.  It's all right."
          He trailed his lips back down to my chest and sucked my tits again.
 Then he raised his head and looked at me.  His thick, powerful neck was so
sexy and it made me weak inside, he was so handsome.
          "I wish you hadn't said that," he said hoarsely.
          "Why?"  I was afraid I'd fucked things up.  I well knew how macho
he was and maybe the idea of two guys kissing turned him off.
          "I was afraid you wouldn't want me to," he said.
          "How come you didn't want me to say it?" I asked.
          "Because now there's nothing stopping me," he said.  He lowered
his head, his face close to mine.  His eyes shifted all around as if he were
trying to recognize me, then his eyes met mine.  We gazed into each other's eyes
for a long moment; I think a moment of indecision for him.
          "I may never do this again but I want to do it once," he said.
          I think I whinnied when his lips brushed over mine, or maybe it was
him, or both of us.  I didn't kiss him back at first.  I didn't want to
appear too eager; I wanted him to lead the way down this new path of pleasure. I
wanted the experiment and the experience to be all his.  He flicked his tongue
out and traced back and forth on my lips.  I let them go slack and he took my
lower lip between his.  I whinnied softly as he washed it with his tongue.
When he parted, my lips were parted to welcome his tongue.  When our tongues
touched and sent a shiver through me I began kissing him back.  He lashed his
tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth.  It was definitely him who
squealed when I did that.  It turned into a long, experimental kiss, with more
passion than I think either of us expected. It was almost more an act of love
making all by itself.  Finally he broke away with a tiny gasp, his head hung.
"Geezuss, I wish I hadn't done that," he said.
"Why?"
"Because I liked it."
"You liked it but you didn't want to," I said.
"That was hotter than any kiss I remember with a woman."
"I guess I shouldn't say I'm glad."
He bent me more in half, my legs spread out wide, and pressed his body down
against mine.  Our muscles strained and flexed and slid together with our
sweat.  He fucked me, using long, steady strokes, his great cock gouging out the
inner-most depths of me.  I was always amazed how I was able to take his huge
meat so deep.  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on.  I kissed the
hard column of his muscular neck.
"You feel so fuckin' good...your muscles...its so different from the softness
of a woman," he said.
"Careful what you say, you might get to liking it too much," I joked.
"I already do," he said, he said, laughing.
He fucked me hard, he fucked me gentle, he was on the way to fucking my
brains out.
"I gotta come.  I wanta come so bad," he whispered.  "I'll fuck you again
but I have to drop this load I've been carrying around."
"Give it to me," I said.  He picked up his pace and I hung on for dear life
and clamped my open mouth against his neck as he pounded me unmercifully with
his big cock.  I wished he had clamped his mouth over mine so we could have
kissed all through his climax. I held him tight, his muscles flexed hard and
rippling, till suddenly he gasped and moaned and trembled and half sobbed. Then
his cock was shooting great loads of hot semen deep inside me.  It took a long
time for him to empty his balls; he had a lot to come.  I fought to hold off
myself.  He would want to fuck me again pretty quick and I wanted to be ready
and still primed for him.  He hovered over me, his great chest heaving and his
abs rippling with his heavy breathing.  Beads of sweat dripped off his
forehead.
"How long have you been saving that?" I asked, holding him close with my
arms and legs around him.
"Since last time with you."  He slowly withdrew his cock and toppled off to
lie beside me, as if he didn't want the intimacy now that he had come.  He was
sometimes like that. He wasn't exactly loving when we were together and I was
surprised when he shoved his arm under my pillow and pulled me close.  He
needed this so much.  Part of his sexual intensity was the release of all the
pressure that he had to leave behind.  It was as if all his fears and emotions
were drained out of him when he shot off.  It was hard for me to imagine Jason
being afraid of anything but he told me he was, a lot, when he was out there.
"It's always so intense after so long a time," he said.
                   "The last time was only a week ago," I said.
                   "You don't know how long my weeks are."
                   "No, I don't. I don't think I could do what you do," I
said.
          "Maybe, but what you do is just as important.  It wouldn't do me
any good to bring them in if there wasn't somebody skilled in getting
information out of them."
"There must be a lot of them you don't bring in," I said.
He paused.  "Most of them I don't.  Most of them they just want taken out.
But it's their call," he said nonchalantly.  "All they have to do is drop
their weapon, drop to their knees and put their hands on top of their heads.
Except if they've done anything stupid, like killed or wounded one of our guys.
Then I don't give a fuck what info they've got, they're wasted."
I could feel his muscles tighten even as talked.
"You're just doing your job," I said.  I never knew what to say when he
talked about it.
"Yeah, fuckin-A-right, just doing the job.  And I'm dam good at it," he
said.  Then he changed the subject.  "I'm sorry I was so selfish and went off so
quick, but I needed it," he said.
"I could tell, you were so intense."
"I'll fuck you again and we'll take our time.  I'll find your spot and
drive you up the walls."
"You do that anyway," I said.
We lay quietly for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling fan.
"You know, sometimes, when I'm laying out there waiting for a shot, I let my
mind drift back to the time before with you.  Sometimes I think that's what
gets me through it."
"This is the first time you've even mentioned that you're a sniper," I said.
"Yeah, sometimes I do sniper duty.  I volunteer for it.  I'm a good shot, I
feel like I have to.  Best in the squad, probably the best in the whole
company."
We were quiet again for a moment.  But it was one of those times when Jason
seemed to want to talk, at the same time he didn't want to.
"I know what you're wanting to ask me," he said.
"But I won't ask."
"And I won't answer you.  I will tell you, so far I've never had a miss,"
he said with a steely determination in his tone.
"I can't imagine doing what you do.  I wouldn't have the courage."
"It's not a matter of courage.  It's not like that.  It's a mater of
dealing with your fear and doing what you've been trained to do."
"I know, you always make light of it.  You all do."
"What do you want me to do, strut around, bragging?  I don't need to.  You
know I'm a stud without all the bravado," he said with a mischievous grin.
"You don't have to brag that you're a stud.  It's tattooed on your
forehead. You're a hero to a lot of people, including me and there's nothing you can
say to change that," I told him.
"Is that why you take such good care of me?" he asked, laughing.
"You need taken care of and I like doing it.  Call it my contribution to the
war effort."
"You're a Marine, just like me.  You make your contribution," he said.
"I'm a Marine but not like you.  Besides, you're navy.  The Marines only
pays your salary."
"You guys love rubbing it in, don't you? You like to make it sound like we'
re the bastard kids at the family reunion."
"Sometimes you act like the bastard kids. But that's what makes you Seals."
"I don't feel like a hero when I blow some poor guy away when he doesn't
even know I'm there," he said in a somber, husky tone.
 "You're doing what you were trained to do," I reminded him.  "And he must
know you're out there, somewhere, waiting."
"But he doesn't know where, or when." He quickly changed the subject again. "
Are you ready?  I'm ready to start some more maneuvers," he said.
"Yes."
"Prepare to get fucked, Marine," he said as he rolled over on top of me.
"Yes, sir."
"This one's for you," he said as he probed my ass with his hot, stiff cock.
And it was.  He made it good, as only he could do.  He probed at my insides
from all angles, twisting his lean hips around in circles, making his huge cock
lob around inside me so there was nothing untouched.
"Ohhhhhh...Ohh...Ohhhhh...Ohhhhh," I gasped as his cock slid repeatedly over
my prostate.
"I found it, didn't I?" he said with a grin.
"Oh, yeah...ohh, fuck yeah...Like That!.....Ohhh fuck me!"
He fucked me for over an hour the second time.  He fucked me like a machine,
as if he had no feelings in his own body.  He truly did make it all for me. He
exhausted me.  I was a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from the pleasure of
it by the time he made me go off.
"Ohh, Godd...Ohh, Jason...Jason, fuck me...fuck me...HARD...Ohhh, yessss, do
it..awwwwhhhh, you're making me come...!"  My cock quivered as it shot out
great spurts of come all over my shoulder and chest and stomach.
He didn't shoot.  I felt his cock still throbbing inside my mushed-up ass
after I'd shot off.
"Geezuss, it feels like that thing's still hard," I said.
"Yeah, it is, but it don't matter."
I laughed.  "Feels like it matters a lot," I said, squeezing him with my ass.
"Hey, sometimes I am in control of my cock," he growled.
"Maybe, but not often," I chided him.
He raised up on his haunches and looked down at our juncture.
"I don't think you ass wants to let me go," he said.  He slowly pulled his
cock out and my asshole clenched the air before it began to close up. It always
amazed me that it ever did close up after being battered by his huge cock.
He lay beside me and we watched his cock throb, glistening with our juices. We
dozed off for awhile then Jason got up and showered. I waited on the bed.  I
wanted to shower with him but he didn't invite me and I didn't suggest it.  I
hoped that he would sometime, in his own time.  All things in his own time;
like when he'd kissed me.
"Got everything all nice and clean for you," he said as he came out of the
bathroom drying off, giving special attention to his manhood.  I leaned up
across the bed, ready to take him.
"Naw, you don't have to. I was just kidding," he said as he kept drying off.
He never understood; it wasn't a case of have to.  I wanted to.  I always
wanted to.  Godd, how I wanted to give him pleasure every way I knew how.  With
his back to me he bent over to dry his legs.
"Ohh, dam, I wish you wouldn't do that," I moaned.
He laughed over his shoulder.  I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed.  "
Back up here," I said.
He stepped back and stood squarely in front of me.  I ran my hands up his
thighs to his butt.
"You can go ahead and dry your legs," I said.
When he bent over his buns spread open, revealing the dark aperture of his
most secret entrance, half hidden with a soft flurry of protective hair.  I
leaned in and pressed my face against his butt and began licking the crevice.
"OHhh...Ohhhh, mannnnn!" he moaned softly.
I flicked the hole with my tongue and licked his ass till his legs were
shaking and he had to grab the chair for support.  I pulled is butt apart and drove
my tongue through his hole.
"AAAwhwhhhh!  Awww, Fuck, I love it when you do that!" he cried.
I dove lower and licked his balls, then went back to his ass.  He spread his
legs wider. I wanted to crawl into his body and I think he would have let me.
Finally, he couldn't take it any longer.  He straightened and turned around.
His cock hit me in the face. I dove for it and began sucking him.
"Ohhh, yeah...suck it...awwwwhhhh...ohhhhhh, you got me so hot...I wanta
come again...suck it, baby...ohhh, suck it...don't stop!...I'm gonna COME!...
ohhh, take my load...!"
I was amazed at the volume of his second load.  I swallowed and washed his
cock with my tongue before letting it go. I was still swallowing the taste of
him as I showered.  He surprised me by coming into the bathroom to talk while I
was showering.  Not about anything important; nothing about his job.
We got dressed but didn't check out, and went back to Toby's.  We took a
table by the dart board instead of sitting at the bar. I thought maybe Jason didn'
t want to talk to Toby, didn't want him to be asking questions about us.
Nothing was said about the women who were supposedly going to meet us.  We sat and
drank beer and I reveled in his company and dreaded the moment when he would
go.



                                        Chapter Two

Toby brought us a couple more beers, with a thin smile on his handsome face.
He didn't say anything, just set the beer down and smiled then went back to
the bar.
"He thinks he knows something," Jason said.
A young sailor sauntered up to the table like he knew us.
"Hey guys you want some company?" he asked as he slid his hand down his left
thigh casually brushing his hand over his crotch.  "Okay if I sit down?"  He
was cute as hell, slender but well built, filled out his whites real nice.
He shouldn't have been wearing his uniform in Toby's, though.  It was too
blatant.
"Back away from the table while you still can," Jason told him in a low,
threatening tone that surprised even me.
"Hey...okay, no harm done.  I just thought...," he stammered as he moved
back and turned away.
"You didn't have to be so hard on him," I said as the sailor walked away.
"You want him, go after him," Jason said rather sullenly.
"Hell, I've got all the Marine I can handle right here," I said quietly.
"I'm navy," he said.
"You're just as much Marine," I said.
"He's dangerous," Jason said.  "Strutting in here in that uniform, being so
bold with guys he doesn't even know.  Toby ought to say something to him."
"I think you just did, enough for tonight, anyway."
"Let's go for a walk," Jason said.
We downed our beer and I paid our tab and we headed out.  There was something
exciting yet calming about being on the streets of Saigon late at night.  The
neon lights were like a circus midway.  We walked down the main drag and
turned down a narrower street. Jason didn't say anything so I didn't either.
Sometimes, I knew he just wanted to be quiet.  That was okay with me; I was
always pleased those times that he simply wanted my company. And when he wanted to
talk, I liked that too.
Another GI and a woman were walking down the other side of the street. Some
guys came around the corner ahead of us; there were four of them and they were
drunk.
"Uh-oh, that's trouble," I said quietly.
"They're too drunk to be trouble," Jason said calmly.
Twenty yards from us they crossed the street. We walked on past them till we
heard the woman let out a tiny scream, followed by a loud heaving groan.  We
turned around to see the guy staggering back against the wall, holding his gut.
 Two of the guys were dragging the woman off.  The guy straightened as best
he could and went after them. Without a word or hesitation, Jason and I headed
across the street.  We blocked their way.
"Let her go," Jason said.
"Or what?"
"You're going to wish you had," he said.
The boyfriend joined us, tearing at them in a rage to get the girl away from
them.
"Cool down, we just want to share your pussy," one of them said as two of
them shoved him down.
"Let her go," Jason said again.
If they'd known him like I did, they would have let go and run like hell.
They didn't know that the calm in his voice was like a fuse about ready to set
off an explosion.
"What the hell is it to you, two guys out for a romantic stroll?"
"Don't do this," I warned wearily.
One of the guys holding the girl grabbed her between her legs and her
boyfriend lunged again.  I grabbed the other guy who was holding her and took him to
his knees with a quick twist of his arm behind his back.
"AWWooohhhh, fuck, you're breaking my arm!"  he yelled.
"Stop moving, it won't hurt so bad," I said, and jerked up.  He yelled
louder.
Whatever else happened didn't register, it happened so fast.   Suddenly a
second guy was laying on the sidewalk, doubled over holding his balls. The girl
was free and safe in the arms of her boyfriend and Jason was methodically
reducing the remaining two men to slumping heaps.
"You need any help?" I asked.
"Nope," he said as he landed precise and deadly punches at first one then
the other. In a matter of seconds they both went down like two sacks of
potatoes. I gave my man a shove toward the heap, jerking his arm one last time for
good measure.  He yelled and slumped over his buddies.
"You lovebirds stay right here, I'll have the MPs come and give you a ride,"
Jason said.
"No, fuck no, don't call the MPs," they begged.
"What are you, navy?  You want the shore patrol?"  I asked.
"No, we don't want anybody."
"MPs it is, then," Jason said.
I could tell by his tone that he had no intention of calling anybody.  I
turned to the guy and his girlfriend who was sobbing uncontrollably.
"You guys all right?" I asked.
"I am.  She will be," the guy said.  "Thanks."
"Hey, it was the most fun I've had all night," Jason said.
"Thanks, though.  I can't even think about what they would've done if you
hadn't come along," the man said.
"Well, we did, and they didn't, so why don't you take your girl to a nice
quiet spot and have a drink before you take her home." I said.
"Thank you," the girl said as we were walking off.
"Hey," Jason said to me. He gave me a tight, mischievous grin.
"What?"
"That was a real adrenalin rush and you know adrenalin always pumps up my
testosterone," he said.
"What the hell do you want me to do about it?" I said.
"Hey, fucker, you left me with a hardon back in the room," he said.
"Sounds like a personal problem to me."
"You wanta head back?" he asked me in a serious tone.
"Do you?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said.  "Yeah, I do."
I had thought we would walk around and then he would head back to his unit.
Now I got the impression that he didn't want to go back.
"You're going out again tomorrow, aren't you?" I said.  It wasn't a
question because I knew the answer.
"Yeah."
"And you need to get charged up before you go back to your unit."
"I just need to know there's a world out there besides, what I..."  He cut
himself off.  "A world to come back to," he finished.  "And sometimes...
sometimes, man, you're pretty much it."
We went back to the hotel for the hours we both had left on our passes.  He
fucked my eyeballs out, leaving me wondering where the hell he got his stamina.
 But we spent as much time just lying together and talking about nothing.

I went to Toby's the next night because I couldn't stand to be in the
barracks.  I went the next night to wait on Jason although I didn't expect him to
show up.  The young sailor who had approached us a couple of nights before came
up to me at the bar but didn't take a stool.
"I'm probably out of line again but I gotta ask, who is that big stud I see
you with?  You guys meet up then leave together," he said.
"We just meet up here, have a couple of beers, then he likes to go to the
strip clubs," I said.
"Any interest in a third party tagging long?"
"No."
"Are you speaking for him?" he asked.
"I guess I am, he ain't here," I said.
"Maybe I am out of line," he said.
"Maybe you are."
"But I'm not wrong...am I?" he asked warily.
"About what?"
"Just tell me, is he, uh...private domain, or...fair game?"
"I wouldn't try what I think you're thinking.  I wouldn't even think it," I
warned.  "He's a Navy Seal, he could kill you with one hand."
"How about you?" he asked.
"What about me?"
"Any interest?"
 I found myself weakening.  "Depends," I said.
"Oh what?" he asked.
"What you're interested in."
"Anything you're willing to teach me," he said.
He was a kid compared to me, even though he was probably only a year, two
years younger.  I figured he was eighteen, he was in uniform, but he could've
joined at seventeen.  I smiled at him with half a scowl.  "Are you saying you're
cherry?" I asked.
"Yes.  I don't mean with women."
"Even if you're not out of line, you're a dumb ass.  How do you know I'm
not undercover?"
          "If you are, then I guess my ass is toast," he said.
My balls kicked in and I waved Toby over to get us two beers.
"I'm going to give you some advice," I said he young sailor.  "Don't be so
bold and blatant.  You're going to get yourself and others in trouble, and you'
re going to screw Toby in the process.  Don't wear your uniform."
"I just wanted to make myself understood," he said.
"Anybody that's interested will catch the vibes," I said.
"Okay, thanks for the heads-up," he said.  "I'm new at this."
"It shows.  They'll pick up those vibes, too," I told him.
"How about it, are you going to teach me?" he asked.
"Yeah, but we do it all the way, my way, no questions asked.  Think you can
handle that?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're talking about handling a Marine," I warned.
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, go get a room at the Trent Hotel then come back and tell me the room
number.  You go back and wait, I'll come along a few minutes later."
"Okay, but why all the intrigue?"
"You never go into a hotel with another guy, unless you've got a woman on
your arm," I said.  "The MPs and Shore Patrol are full of homophobes."
"Thanks again for the heads up.  You're teaching me something already."
"You ain't learned nothin' yet," I said.
The sailor followed my instructions and went to get the room.  Toby had
witnessed the developments.
"Uhh...for the record, what do you want me to tell Jason if he comes in?" he
asked.
"Tell him to wait.  I'll come back here before I head back to the barracks,
to see if he's showed up."
I said the kid filled out his uniform nicely.  He looked nice out of it.  He
was small of stature but he was ripped and smooth as hell.  Shit, he didn't
have one hair on his chest.  His entire body was tight as a drum.  Including his
ass.  He had a butt to die for.  We didn't make love; we had sex.  Raw, hard
sex.  He wanted to learn and I was eager to teach him.  His stature made him
easy to handle; I could almost toss him around like a rag doll.  I wasn't
brutal with him but I wasn't gentle either.  I was determined to show him
everything I could from the standpoint of a man, showed him what he had to do to
satisfy a man.  For those couple of hours he was my slave more than I was his
teacher.
I taught him to suck cock, how to use his tongue to its best advantage, how
to keep his lips between his teeth and my cock. He wasn't at all hesitant about
taking my cock in his mouth.
"A little more tongue," I told him.  "Yeah, give me some head...slurp it."
He was scared to take it down his throat.
"I don't think I can take that...I don't see how it's gonna fit," he said.
"It'll fit," I assured him.  "I'll walk you through it. Try to relax your
throat muscles, breath normal, push your tongue way up under my cock and it'll
slide right down your tongue into your throat."
He barely attempted it; he kept backing off.
"Lay on your back across the bed, let your head hang over the edge of the
mattress," I said.
He assumed the position and I straddled his head and held it in my hands.  I
guided my cock into his mouth and sank it right into his throat.  He groaned
in panic and tried to fight me off but I held on tight and forced my cock in to
the balls.  He was practically screaming before I pulled out.
"Geezuss, you're trying to kill me?"
"You took it," I said.
"Yeah...yeah, I guess I did," he said with a smile.
"Okay, let's do it again."
"Don't force me this time.  Let me take it on my own.  I'll do it, I promise.
"
And he did.  He did a lot of choking and gagging but he mastered it and was
proud as hell when he finally gulped it all the way down and his face was
buried in my hair.  He sucked my cock and went for my balls without being told.
"Take it easy on a guy's balls unless he tells you to get rough," I said.
"Do you like it rough?"
"Yeah, chow down on `em," I said.
He balked when I told him it was time to eat my ass, even though he said he
wanted to do it, but he was afraid to.  I figured the best way was to get him
right into it.  I stood on the bed astraddle his head and sat on his face.  He
was tentative at first which I expected, but squatting down over his face like
that, my asshole was pretty much exposed and he went for it.
"Pull my ass open and get your tongue in there," I told him.
He was still hesitant, I think because of what he was afraid he might find,
but I reached back and stretched my hole wide open and sat down hard.  Forced
to do it, he quickly discovered that he liked it.  He moaned and tongued me,
holding my butt down tight against his face.
"Yeeaaaaah, that's it.  Fuck me with your tongue," I moaned.
I had to pull my butt away from him to continue with the lessons.  He really
liked eating ass, and he had a tongue that was easy to educate. It was one of
my favorite things to have done to me and he got me real hot real fast.  Too
hot, too fast. He balked again at taking my load when I told him I wanted to
come.
"I don't think I can do that," he said as he was stroking my cock, aimed
away from his face because he thought I was getting close.
"You don't have any choice," I said.
"I know I'm gonna choke and gag," he said.
"So what?"
"You're gonna force me," he said.
"Yeah...my way, all the way," I reminded him.  I think he didn't mind being
forced.  "When I shoot off, I'm gonna have my cock down your throat.  You won'
t taste a thing at first.  You'll feel it, though.  Then while I'm coming, I'
m gonna pull my cock out till I'm shooting right in your mouth.  You're
gonna really taste it then.  You just keep sucking till I'm done coming, but don'
t swallow till I pull my cock out of your mouth."
"Oh, Geezuss, I gotta swallow your load?  I gotta eat your come?"
"Yeah, that goes with the territory," I said.
"W-what does it taste like?"
"Like come.  There's no other way to describe it."
He choked and gagged on my cock but I held him to it for a moment before I
eased up.  I pulled out of his mouth.  His eyes were watering and he wiped his
spit off his mouth.
"Did you...shoot?" he asked, gasping.
"No, just giving you a rest," I said.
He eyed my cock and put his hand around it.  "Fuck, I don't believe I had
that down my throat."
"You loved it," I said.
"Yeah...yeah, I did, but I still don't believe I took it."
"We're not done," I said, stroking my cock up over his face.
He opened wide and I gave him my cock again, right down to the balls.  He
choked and gagged but not as bad as the first time.  I stuck him to it this time,
fucking his throat till I shot off.  I knew he could feel me shooting by the
way he whimpered and moaned. He did okay, better than I expected.  I withdrew
part way and gave him a mouthful and kept my cock in his mouth for a couple of
minutes to force him to hold my load.  Finally, I pulled out.
"Okay, swallow," I said.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then gulped it down.  I don't think
he liked it from the face he made but he did okay.
"Goddam, I don't ever want to do that again," he said.
"Yeah, you will," I said.  "You gotta do it again in order to graduate."
After a short rest, I showed him how to clean out good so I could fuck him.
"You're gonna be sucking my cock fresh right out of your asshole," I said as
a warning.
He was an eager student but he was scared.
"Is it gonna hurt?" he asked as he was scrambling on the bed.
"I won't lie to you.  It's gonna hurt like hell at first for about a minute,"
 I said.
"I don't know if I want to do this.  You're cock is so big," he said.  "I
know, I don't have any choice," he added.
"Right.  Getting Fucked 101...you get extra points for this," I said.
          "Tell me...what to do," he stammered nervously.
"On your stomach is always the best way to start, because you butt muscles won
't let a guy get his cock all the way in you.  On your back, he's pretty
much got control and can go in as deep as he wants.  You can be in control if you
get on top and ride him.  On your hands and knees, he's going to gouge your
ass out."
"Okay.  Which way are you gonna do it?" he asked.
"On your stomach.  I don't want to hurt you any more than it has to.  But
first I wanta work you up to it."
"How's that?" he asked.
"Just stretch out and spread your legs and tilt your butt up, I'll show you."
  When he was in the position, I spit in the crack of his ass and wet my
finger.  He jumped when I touched his hole but quickly calmed down.  He winced
when I shoved my finger through but relaxed again when he realized it didn't
hurt.  I probed around for his love nut.  I wanted him to get a taste of what it
felt like so he would want something bigger than my finger.  I wanted him to
beg for my cock.
"OHhhh!"  he gasped with surprise when I found his prostate. "Ohh...Ohhhh,
goddam!....Awwww, fuck what is that?"
"That's your prostate.  Feels good, don't it?"
"Awww, fuck yeah...Ohhhhh, if this is what it's gonna be like getting fucked..."
"It is, once we get started," I said. I worked him into a frenzy, till he
was practically begging for my cock. I positioned myself between his legs and
aimed my cock between his buns but just rubbed the head up and down in the crack.
"Are you ready?"
"Awww, yeah...give it to me...I want you to fuck me."
"Don't forget you said that," I said.
I plugged up his gaping with the head of my cock and he whimpered weith
anticipation.
"Ohh, I can hardly wait," he gasped breathlessly.
It hurt when I penetrated his hole, more than he imagined it would.  He
muffled his scream in the pillow but held on and rode it out.  He was a determined
little fucker. I buried deep as I could and held still till he got used to it.
"You tell me when you're ready," I told him.
After a moment he jerked the pillow aside, his eyes wide.  He didn't tell me
but I could tell the way he squirmed around under me that he was ready.  I
fucked him slow and easy till he told me I could fuck him harder.  He was a quick
learner, or I was a good teacher. I fucked him on his back, and on his hands
and knees to demonstrate what I'd told him.  He wanted to ride my cock so I
stretched out and let him on top.  I even fucked him standing up.  He loved
that.  As I'd promised, I pulled my cock out of his ass and made him suck it.  He
didn't seem to mind that either.
"Okay, I'm gonna shoot all over our face then we're going to kiss," I told
him.  "Some guys don't like to do that, so don't do it unless they suggest it.
"
"I don't wanna do that," he said with a frown, shaking his head.  "I don't
want to kiss."
"You've had your tongue in my ass.  You've had my cock down your throat,
fresh out of your ass.  What the hell is the big problem with kissing?  Hell, it
don't matter what the problem is, we're gonna do it anyway," I said.
I held his head firmly with my hands and told him to suck and jack me off at
the same time.  He cringed with almost fearful anticipation.  Without warning,
I began blasting his face with heavy streams of thick come.  I didn't have to
hold his head; he took it like a man.  Like I said, he was a good student.
He even opened his mouth but I didn't know if it was by accident.  When I was
finished to dripping, I tilted his face in my hands and leaned down and planted
a big open-mouth kiss squarely on his mouth.  He squealed and suddenly kissed
me back.  It made him come.
"Yeah, right, you don't wanta kiss," I scoffed, laughing.
"Whew!" he said, swiping at the come running down his face.
We showered together and wanted to suck my cock again...and tongue my ass.  I
let him but we didn't go through it all again. Toward the end I gave him a
load to practice on and he swallowed it without hesitation.  He was learning.
If there'd been an exam afterwards he would have gotten an A.  I told him we
would take up where we left off next me we met up at Toby's.
"What do you mean?  What else is there?" he asked with disbelief.
"Next time you get to take your exam. I'm going to grade you on how well you
fuck my ass."
He left dumbfounded and happy with the lessons.  I left drained.  Teaching
takes a lot out of you. I went back to Toby's but Jason wasn't there.  I waited
around through two more beers then headed back to the barracks.  The CQ told
me I had a phone call.
"A guy named Jason said he would hook up with you later, but he couldn't say
when."
I knew what that meant.
"Oh, and you've got a temporary assignment; you leave at 0700 tomorrow," he
added.
Fuck!  Jason was out for I didn't know how long but I wouldn't be here if he
came in. Still, it wouldn't be so bad with both of us being gone at the same
time.  I got sent on temporary assignment pretty often, usually when they'd
captured a guy that was too high-risk to bring to us for fear of being ambushed.
 Maybe it was someone Jason had taken in.


                                                   Chapter Three

Jason returned before I got back to my unit.  They told me he'd called and
when I went to Toby's he told me Jason had been in.  The young sailor I had met
up with just before I left came up to the bar where I was sitting.  I
remembered his name; Steve.
"Your buddy was in," the sailor said as he stood beside my stool.
"Okay."
"Yeah, I, uh...I sort of made myself known."
"Good."
"Yeah, he was.  I'm sure glad I had you to teach me the ropes and break me in
first. Dam, that guy is a stallion."
I turned and looked at him.
"Is that hurt or jealousy or pissed I see on your face?" he said with a
smirk.
"He wouldn't like you talking like that about him," I said.
"I wouldn't be to anyone but you," he said. "If it's any consolation, he
was
looking for you.  But since you weren't here, well, somebody had to do the
job."
I whirled around and stood off the bar stool and walked away, suddenly
consumed with the emotional impact of what he'd said. The emotions he saw on my face
were all there.  I was hurt, I was jealous and yeah, I was pissed.  I was
being a first-class hypocrite, too.  Hell, I'd broken the kid in, for chrissakes,
taught him every-thing he knew.  What right did I have to be pissed at Jason
for balling the guy?  Nobody mentioned if Jason had said he was coming back so
I headed for my barracks.
I was a mess for the next several days.  And nights.  I went to Toby's every
night but came away empty-handed.  When I was chosen again to go on temporary
assignment I practically begged to get out of it.  I told the sergeant I was
supposed to meet a girl.
"Shit, she must be something, you're practically kissing my ass."
"If that's what it takes," I said. It had been too long, and I wanted to be
around if Jason called. I think I would have gone back into the office and
kissed his bare ass of I had to.  I got out of it so I was there when Jason
called again.
"Hey, can you get off?" he asked.
"Why, you couldn't get hold of Steve?" I asked with sarcasm.  Fuck, where
did that come from?  He'd been out God-knows-where and he probably didn't' even
remember fucking the guy, and I was spouting off like a jealous woman.  I
guess I was jealous.
"What?"
"The sailor.  He pretty much filled me in," I said.
"I'll be at Toby's.  Be there if you want to," he said gruffly and hung up.
Pissed and hurt as I was, I went.  Nothing could've kept me away.  Jason was
at the bar.  When he saw me he held up his hand to stop Toby from getting me a
beer.
"Let's go," he said, without his usual smile.
I went outside with him.  I thought he was headed for the hotel but we walked
in all different directions and even passed right by the Trent twice. I was
beginning to feel I'd made a mistake spouting off to him the way I did.
"What's this shit about this guy, Steve?" he demanded.
"You tell me," I shot back.
"There's nothing to tell."
"That's not the way he tells it."
"I should be flattered that you sound jealous but I don't have time to deal
with
that," Jason said.  "He was there, you weren't, and you know how I am when I
come back in. Not that it should matter but just know that he didn't mean a
dam thing except getting my rocks off."
          "Somehow, I would've expected you to pick up a woman for that," I
said.
          "He came on to me first," he said.
          "Last time, you told him to get lost."
          "Last time I was with you," he shot back. "I did call, you know."
"I was on temporary assignment in Nha Trang."
"I know. They said they didn't know when you would get back. Look, if you
think I owe you an apology, okay.  I don't think I do but I will apologize if
you want me to."
"No."
"Well, for your information, Steve isn't my type."
"Oh.  I didn't realize you had a type," I said.
"Geezusss, After all we've been through together you haven't figured out my
type?"
"Let me guess...anybody that's handy?"
"I said, it was getting my rocks off.  Hell, it could've just as easily been
with a woman if he hadn't come on the scene first, and you wouldn't have had
any problem with that, would you?  Shit, man, the whole thing barely lasted a
half hour.  And for somebody who was so hot to trot, it was hard to get him
warmed up."
"Meaning he couldn't handle you, huh," I said with a smirk that eased the
tension more.
"No."
"He said you fucked him."
"Not even close," Jason scoffed.  "Hell, I barely got the head in.  He's a
wimp. He was carrying on like a little school virgin.  He couldn't take it.
He ended up sucking me off and that was it.  So can we reduce it to what it
was?  I got a blow job."
I felt guilty as hell, treating Jason like this, burdened with the secret
that I'd broken Steve in when Jason was away.   "Let's forget it," I said.  "You
're back, safe and sound, and that's all that matters to me. I'm sorry I
made such a big deal out of it. I had no right to."
"Maybe I should be flattered," he said with a sly grin.
I stopped.  "Look, before we go any farther..."
          "What?" he asked.
          "I had Steve, too," I said.
          He looked at me with his eyes wide, surprised, then laughed.
          "In fact, I broke him in.  I got this cherry," I went on.  "You
wouldn't have been able to even get the head in if I hadn't already busted his
cherry for you."
"You fucker," he said, laughing, and punched me on the shoulder.
I was both relieved and ashamed that he was taking it so well after the way I
acted toward him.  He walked on and I took up his stride.  We walked several
blocks in silence, the way he sometimes did.  I never knew what was going on
in that hand-some head when he did that.
"You know you're like a brother to me," he said finally.  "I don't like
fighting like that.  I get enough of that..."
          I was taken aback.  It was the first time he'd expressed any such
feelings about me or between us.
          "You're more than a brother to me," I said.
"Do you want to go back to the room?  You got a room didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to go there?" he asked again.
"Question is, do you?"
"Yes, very much."
I was touched by his reply and his tone. We crossed the street and headed in
the direction of the hotel. I was surprised when we went right in the front
door together.
"Hey, man, have there been a couple of babes in here looking for a couple of
GIs?" Jason asked the clerk to cover ourselves.
"If they were, they're upstairs with two other guys by now," the clerk
replied.
"Fuckin' bitches," he swore as he went on to the stairs. In the room he
closed and bolted the door then grabbed me and pulled us together.  It wasn't an
embrace except to bring our bodies together.
"Dam, feels like you're glad to see me," he said, smashing his loins against
my hardon.  "When did that happen?"
"When you slid the bolt," I replied.
He started to undress but I took over.  It was like unwrapping a Christmas
gift that you'd been aching for. I ached for him.  I had to restrain myself from
tearing his clothes off. Naked, he took my breath away.  He was a like a god
to me.  Absolute perfection in a man.  I couldn't tell him any of this, of
course; he would have been embarrassed.  He was who he was, nothing more; while I
wondered what it must be like to be him, with his raw courage, and to live in
a body like that.  After taking his shorts off and tossing them aside I
paused on knee to admire his massive cock.  I loved the way he was cut, with a
generous collar.  It made his cock look muscular.  I almost took it in my mouth
but refrained, like putting off dessert.
"Stand right there," I said as I started taking off my clothes.  My cock was
throbbing by the time I freed it from my shorts.
Jason's cock took a minute to get hard simply because it was so big. Instead
of going over to the bed, Jason sat in the chair to watch me undress.  He
slumped down and spread his legs out.  He held his cock upright and it stood at
rigid attention. There was precome pouring up out of the wide slit
"Come here, have a seat," he said.
I took some of the precome on my fingertips and used it for lube.  Then I
straddled him with his cock firmly planted between my butt muscles.  I worked it
around to stretch my ass then finally bit the bullet, as I always did, and let
my weight down on it.  I let out a little gasp and tossed my head back in
agony when the head popped through.  Jason put his hands loosely around my hips,
as if to soothe the pain he knew he was causing me.  I rode down on it, and
the feel of his hot meat shoving up into my body made me forget the pain.
"Awhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned as I sat all the way down, his cock embedded, I
don't know, somewhere up against my stomach maybe.
I sat solid for a moment, squeezing his cock with my sphincter.  Then I
raised up to the head.  I paused and his hands gripped me tighter, urging me back
down.  I lowered back down on it and went right back up.  At the bottom I
twisted my butt around in circles and bucked back and forth.
"Ohh, Fuck!  Godd, it's good the way you do that!" he groaned
It was good for me, too.  His cock was rubbing back and forth against my
prostate, already more than I could take.
"I like this, you being in control," he said.
"That surprises me."
"It makes the anticipation greater, not knowing how you're going to move,
what you're gonna do next."
"Now you know how I feel."  I fucked him high and low, hard and gentle.  It
sent him into orbit when I raised up, hesitated then dropped back down like
the crystal ball in Times Square.  Jason's big hands guided me up then his grip
loosened for me to fall.  It about blew the top of my head off when his cock
jarred my prostate.  Finally, I raised up part way and stopped.
"What's the matter?" he asked, loosening his grip on my hips.
"I've gotta stop for a minute, I'm getting too close."
"So shoot it," he said.
"No, I want you to go off, then we can stretch out on the bed."
"Hell, why didn't you say so?" he said as he pulled me down and thrust his
cock up inside me.  He took charge from there.  I stayed standing astraddle his
hips and he fucked me.  My cock was spreading precome all over his chest and
stomach.  I hoped he didn't mind.  He didn't seem to.
My chest was at the level of his face.
"You've got great pecs, did I ever tell you that?" he said.
I trembled inside with anticipation; he was going to suck my tits and that
drove me crazy; worse when he did it while he was fucking me.
"Fuckers are standing up hard," he said, then leaned in and flicked my left
tit with his tongue.
"Ohh," I gasped.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he said with a soft chuckle.
"Geezuss, Yess!"  I moaned again when he clamped his mouth over my pec and
sucked hard on my tit and drove his big, hot cock up in me at the same time. "
Ohhhhh...OHhh, Geeezussss!"
"The other side's jealous," he said, and trailed his mouth and his tongue
across my chest to my other tit.  It stood up hard and proud too.
"You're about to get your wish," he said as he brought me down and held me
down hard and tight as he hunkered his cock up inside me. I squeezed and milked
his cock with my ass.  His body trembled and his muscles tightened.  Then I
felt his cock bolt up inside me then there was the liquid heat of his come.  I
hoped the chair held up through his climax.  He relaxed, finally and pulled me
tight against him.  His cock still pulsated deep inside me.
"I can feel your heart beating through your cock," I said.
"That IS my heart beating in there.  My cock IS my heart."
"This is not going to be a pretty sight," I said as I started to raise up. I
knew my ass would be stretched open and his come was going to come draining
out.
"Wait, we'll do it another way," he said.  He stood up with surprising ease,
holding my butt in one hand and I locked my legs around him.  He walked us
over to the sink in the corner of the room and grabbed a towel.  He tossed it
out across the bed and laid me down under him.  Then he pulled his cock out and
lay beside me.  The moments after were always a good indication of his mood.
Sex was always foremost for both of us, especially for him, but then he
reverted to his true self.  He was quiet, and relaxed this time.  Not just
physically, but emotionally as well.  He needed what he got from me and he knew I would
be there for him again and as long as he wanted me.
"I would love to see you in full gear, sometime, ready to go out," I said.  "
I would like to have some pictures of you."
"That could be arranged, I guess.  I'll bring my gear with me next time.
You bring your camera.  Take all the pictures you want."
"How about some of you out of your gear?" I asked with a mischievous grin.
"Take all the pictures you want," he said again.
He was more calm and unhurried than other times.
"Turn over with your back to me," he said.  When I was on my side he spooned
his body against mine.  We lay like that for a long time, enjoying each other'
s bodies.  I felt his cock growing hard again and he slid it up and down the
crack of my ass.  Soon it found my still loose hole. He shoved it inside me
all the way and pulled me in tight against him with one arm locked around my
chest.
"Let's just lie like this for awhile, okay?" he said.
"Yes.  Your cock feels good throbbing up inside me, and your muscles feel
good against my back."
"Man, I wish I could have you with me out on a patrol.  We could lie like
this under the stars while I wait to take my shot."
"Somehow I think me being out there would impede the mission," I said.
"Being with you gets me re-charged," he said.
"I don't know if that should be a compliment or not...I get you charged up
to go out and kill."  I felt him tense and he was silent.  "I'm sorry, I
shouldn't have said that."
"It's true," he said.  "Awful as it sounds, it's true.  But I don't
consider it killing.  It's called a kill but to me, it's taking out the enemy,
nothing more nothing less, just like anybody else.  Just like you would do. You
have to stay focused on that."
"I'm terrified something will happen to you, Jason," I said in a choked,
husky whisper.
He snuggled tighter against me and pressed one big hand hard over my right
pec.  "Don't be," he said.  "I'm the best damned shot in the company. Nothing'
s going to happen to me."
"Somewhere out there, they've got a best shot," I said.
He laughed and his abs rippled against my back. "With what, a pea shooter?
They gotta see you to shoot you. I'm an expert at camouflage, too. You could
walk right over me and not even know I was there."
"You're an expert at anything you do," I said as I took his big hand in mine
and held it tight against my chest.  He flicked my tits and squeezed them
between his fingers.  I traced my fingers over his.  He had such big hands, with
long, thick fingers that could wrap so comfortably around a bayonet, and
around a man's neck with deadly intent, or hold a rifle with such ease and deadly
accuracy. He was indeed a highly trained and skilled killing machine.  It was
awesome to me that he could so easily turn into a skilled lover.


                                            Chapter Four

One day about noon there was an explosion in the ally behind us that took out
most of the building across the alley blew out a big chunk of our facility. I
was thrown against a wall...maybe through it...I didn't remember anything till
I woke up in the hospital.  It was a four-bed ward but two of the beds were
empty and the other guy wasn't in the room when I woke up.  I found out from
the nurse that I had a lot of cuts and bruises, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder
and a broken wrist.  A couple of the guy visited me and told me another guy,
Gordon Brown, was in intensive care with both legs badly mangled and internal
injuries.  Another guy, Joey Anderson, was killed. I hurt for them, but mostly
I was pissed at the VC.
When Jason called my unit they simply told him I was in the hospital.  Now I
heard the heavy boots coming down the hall and knew instinctively that it was
Jason.  He was walking fast and hard.  But a few steps from the door he slowed
and walked in nonchalantly, chuckling under his breath.
"And you thought it was going be me," he said.
"Don't start."
"Does this mean I have to go find Steve till you...?"
"Don't...start," I said again.
"Hey, I just kidding, you know that. No, what I'm going to do is have the
nurses turn you over on your stomach.  You're going to be here for a few days,
there's no sense letting that tight butt of yours go to waste.  I think the bed
will hold our combined weight."
I swore at him.
"They have no idea how this has impeded the war effort," he went on.  "Shit,
I'm not going to be able to hit a dam thing till you're recuperated."
"If it comes to that, go find Steve," I said.  "We can't loose the war on
account
of me."
"And we can't win it on account of me," he said.  "But I'm not going
looking
for Steve."
"I can handle it," I said.  "I know how you are."  I tried to sound
light-hearted but somehow, I was afraid Steve had become a sticking point between us,
otherwise he wouldn't have come up.
"I'll survive," he said. "Just don't spend too much time in that bed, or I
am going to be crawling in there with you."
He sat and talked for awhile; longer than I expected because I knew how Jason
felt about hospitals.  I could tell after awhile that he was forcing it.  He
didn't want to be there in the hospital.  I punched his shoulder and told him
to go down to Toby's and have a beer. I was really telling him to go find
Steve without saying the words but I don't know whether he caught that.
"Naw, I'm fine," he said.
We talked some more, and I was happy that he seemed to be as comfortable and
okay with our conversation as he was when we were having sex.
"Hey, this isn't going to get you sent on R&R, is it?" he asked.
"Would that be so bad?"
"It wouldn't be good for the war effort, me going to Toby's and not finding
you there."
"It's good to know that I'm essential to the war effort," I said.
"You know, that's not all that's between us," he said in a funny tone that I
'd never heard before.  "It scared me when they told me you were in the
hospital. I know I'm going to meet a girl and fall in love and get married
someday but...I'm never going to forget us."
"Just know I'll always there, any time you need me or want me, any place,
for anything," I told him.
"That's a pretty broad statement."
"I meant it to be."
"Do me a favor," I said.
"What's that?" he asked.
"When you do meet the lucky girl and decide to get married, let me know,
would you?  I want to know when to stop hoping and dreaming."
"Let you know, hell, you're gong to be there, as my best man."
"I don't know if I could do that."
"You'll be there, then, as a groomsman.  I definitely want you at the
bachelor party."
"I guess I could handle that," I said.
"The way I've pictured it in my mind, you could spend my last night of
freedom with me for our own private bachelor party."
"Talking like that, it doesn't sound like you're not ready to get married
for a long time," I said.
"I will be when the time comes.  But I want to hang onto this as long as I
can."
"You've got me for as long as you want," I said.  "Married or not," I added.
"You would help me cheat on my wife, is that what you're saying?"
"Absolutely.  Although I wouldn't consider it cheating, with another guy."
"Point well taken.  I'll have to give that some real hard thought.  What
about you, you'll meet somebody and get married and have kids."
"None of the above," I said.  "If I do meet somebody you and I both know it
won't be a woman.  And I can't imagine any relationship so strong that it
would exclude you if you ever needed me.  Nothing's ever going to replace this
for me."  I paused for a moment then went on.  "I'm going to say this, Jason...
I know you don't like to get sappy, but it has to be said this one time, then
I'll never speak of it again.  I love you, man."  I barely got the words
squeezed out and I reached out and touched his hand, just briefly...a touch...
nothing more...I didn't hold it or anything.
"Fuck, man..."  He looked away as if he were trying to escape my words. "
That's more than just sappy.  That's...fuck, that's deep."
"You can't be surprised.  You must have known," I said.
"Maybe...maybe I knew something, but it jolted me to hear you say it," he
said.  I hoped he would say something in return but he didn't and I understood
that he couldn't.  He didn't have it in him; he just wasn't built that way.
The other guy, my room mate, came hobbling in on crutches and we had to turn the
conversation to sports and women and bitching about the army.
It would be the only time Jason came to the hospital. I don't know if he went
back to Toby's that night for a beer, or the other three nights I was in the
hospital but it didn't matter.  I don't know if he looked for Steve.  I got
out and was put back on duty which was fine with me.  Deep down, despite the
bitching, I wanted to do my part in the war.  And I was good at it, getting
information out of the prisoners that the likes of Jason brought in.  I think that'
s why I sort of got preferential treatment, because I was good.  I could get
a pass about anytime I wanted it.  It got so lax that there were overnight
passes made out with my name and signed, ready for me to pick up.  The prisoners
could wait; the colonel knew I would be primed to go to work on them when I
got back.

As soon as I was able, I was in Toby's keeping my vigil.  The cuts and
bruises were healed to the point where they made me look rugged and tough.  The
wrist was still a bit tender but the shoulder was okay.  The ribs were the slowest
to heal; I knew I would have to be damned careful in bed with Jason.  After
two beers I headed for the rest room.  There was Steve hunkered down, his back
against the wall and a young soldier hunkered over him feeing him his cock.  I
went ballistic.
"Are you nuts!"  I said as I grabbed the soldier's shoulder and pulled him
away. His cock jerked out of Steve's mouth with a loud noise and swung around
and the soldier grabbed it as if it hurt swinging like that. "You stupid fuck!
The wrong guy walks in and sees that, we'll have the MPs or Shore Patrol
crawling all over the place and there goes Toby's Bar."
I pulled Steve to his feet. He'd had too much to drink.  I shoved him at the
soldier who was trying to get his pants buttoned up over the lump of his
manhood.
"Get you and your soldier boy a room," I growled.
I didn't tell Toby about the incident.  No need for him to worry since I'd
taken care of it.  I had another beer and talked to Toby and had another beer.
I was reaching my limit.  I had a nice buzz on but another beer would make me
unsteady on my feet, and my mouth had a tendency to get unsteady too when I
had too much to drink.
"Doesn't look like he's going to show," Toby said.
"You would tell me if he was already in earlier, wouldn't you?" with a wary
grin.
"Yes, unless he asked me not to."
"Did he?  Was he?"
"No."
I downed my beer.  "I'm heading back," I said.  I walked back to the
compound
and headed for the barracks.  No sense wasting good sack time. I barely got t
o sleep when someone woke me.
"Hey, there's somebody at the gate to see you. Says it's important."
My heart sank.  God, he was hurt.  Or worse!  I pulled on a pair of shorts
and a T-shirt and socks and rushed out of the barracks, across the grass to the
guard shack.  I saw him standing there in full combat gear, just the way I'd
wanted to see him.  I was relieved he was alive but still in a panic that
something was seriously wrong.
"I need to talk to you," he said.
The guard stepped out of the shack to give us privacy.
 "Talk," I said.
"I couldn't make it to Toby's tonight.  I'm being relocated temporarily."
"Relocated where?" I asked.
"Qui Nhon. There are a couple of VC snipers up there causing a lot of
mischief," he said.
"They called you to go all the way to Qui Nhon?  Okay, I guess they wanted
the best."   He was like a bionic man.  Like steel.  There was no hint of a
thought that he might be the one taken out.  "How long?" I asked.
"I don't know.  Till the job is done.  It can take days, even weeks, just to
set it up.  They're good.  Their guys haven't been able to take them out. We
leave at 0700 hours.  Can you get out tonight?"
"Yes.  Just give me a minute to...oh, shit, I tore up my pass!"  And I knew
there were no more signed passes waiting.  I stuck my head out of the shack.  "
What time do you go off duty?" I asked the guard.
"0700 hours," he replied.
"You know I had a pass, you saw me tear it up. Will you let me out and back
in?  My brother's being relocated and we'd like to spend some time together
before he leaves in the morning."
"Sure, but that's not going to clear you if you get stopped by the MPs or
Shore Patrol," the guard said.
"We'll dodge them," Jason said.
"If you don't, tell them to call the guard shack. I'll try to cover for you.
 I doubt they're going to stop a Seal in full combat gear except to kiss his
boots."
I ran back to finish getting dressed.  Luckily I'd already showered.  When I
got back to the gate Jason and the guard were talking and laughing like old
friends.
"Hey, we owe you big time," Jason told the guard as he left.
"Forget it."
We took off down the street
"Do you want to get a room?" I asked.
"Yes.  Do you think we can?"
We went up and down side streets and ducked in and out of alleys to get to
the Trent Hotel without being seen.  The desk clerk eyed Jason with suspicion,
and with good cause, him being in full battle dress.
"What's going on?" he asked, indicating Jason in full combat uniform.
"I just got back in and I had them drop me off in town," Jason said.
It seemed to satisfy the man.  We went upstairs. Inside Jason closed the door
and bolted it and took off his helmet.
"Will you wanted to see me in this getup," he said.
"Yes. Dam, you look awesome.  So damned studly.   If I saw you stalking me I
think I would lay down my weapon and surrender."
"No you wouldn't.  Besides, the point is for you not to see me."  He started
taking his gear and uniform off, laying everything neatly on the chair and
floor.
"I don't know how you maneuver with all of that equipment," I said.
"It's part of you. It's an extension of your body, everything serving a
purpose."
I was naked before he was because he had a lot more to take off.  Or maybe I
was acting too eager but I didn't care.  I cared less when I saw the way he
was looking at me as he stripped his uniform off, with that hungry look in his
eyes.
"God, you never looked so good," he said.
I didn't like the way he said it.  It sounded oddly like he expected it to be
our last time together, and it left a pain in the pit of my stomach.  I
walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and watched him.  Every move he made was
a thing of beauty.  He was slowly transformed from a deadly fighting man to a
naked stud; two hundred pounds of solid, ripped muscle.  When he was down to
his shorts I took over.  I slid off the bed to take them off of him.
"I know you don't like me down on my knees but I have to have some of this
first," I said as I sucked his cock in my mouth. He didn't object but he didn'
t leave me on my knees very long. I was kissing his hard, muscular thighs when
he cupped his hands in my armpits and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the
bed.  It was a thing with him; he said being on your knees was an execution
position.  I wondered why he would think that, but I didn't ask.  I didn't want
to know. He stood between my legs at the edge of the bed and pumped his cock
in and out of my mouth. After a moment he put his hand around my head and set
one foot up on the mattress and laid me back across the bed so he could
straddle my chest.  He cradled my head in his hands and fucked my face.
I ran my hands over his muscles. I never tired of feeling his smooth
strength. He set his balls on my mouth then raised farther up over me, practically
sitting on my face with his butt spread open, and sat down on my face.  I was
surprised when I felt his hand on me...he never touched me like that but he was
heading for my ass.  I flung my legs out and pulled my hips up off the mattress
to offer myself to him. He massaged my hole and probed then shoved his finger
inside me. I moaned around his cock as his hard, big fingers, long and thick,
bore into me like a small cock.  Even bigger than some cocks I'd seen.  I
groaned louder and squealed when he found my prostate.  I was amazed how the dam
thing worked; it just lay there inside of me with all the rest of my internal
organs with no feeling what-so-ever till something touched it then it showed no
mercy.  Neither did Jason. He rubbed the nut/gland and tapped it gently with
his finger tips.  I went nuts, groaning and whimpering around his cock and
twisting my butt around.
"I think you need something bigger than my finger," he said with a grin.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved down between my legs.  He
unceremoniously popped my hole with his cock but went no farther.  I squeezed my
sphincter tightly around the rim and grimaced from the pain.
"Godd, that feels good, you're so tight, your ass muscles are so powerful."
After a few seconds he asked,  "Do you want some more?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, please, yes sir...fuck, man, just give it to me."
Laughing, he eased eleven inches of hot, thick cock inside me.  My eyes
rolled back in my head as he skewered me on his huge meat and I groaned as he
started fucking me.
"When you're ready to come, I want it in my mouth," I said.
"Sure.  Man, you really like the stuff, don't you?"
"I want to take the taste of you back with me," I said.
He fucked me slowly, gently, like he was making love to me, although I knew
he wasn't.  I knew how he liked to get right into it...he was very physical...
he liked to fuck...yet he was being so gentle and I had to wonder about that,
too.
"You don't have to make love to me," I said.
"I'm not, but I want it to be as much for you as it is for me," he said.
"Fuck me then," I said.  "Fuck me like you always do; like you know you want
to."
He fucked me.  He really fucked me, like a machine.  I had to chew on my
shorts to muffle my outcries. Surprisingly, he fucked me for nearly an
hour...the first time.  Usually he fucked hard and fast and got off right
away the first time then the all the other times would last longer.  But he
seemed intent on building up a real head of steam for the first round.
Suddenly he pulled his cock out.
"You said you wanted it," he said hoarsely as he crawled up over me on his
knees, fisting his cock.  I opened my mouth and he held my head just right to
make a target.  Suddenly he was shooting out great long thick ropes of come.
Some hit my face but most of it found the target and my mouth quickly filled
up. It was running out of the corner of my mouth by the time he was done. He
leaned up to squeeze his cock and milk out the rest of it into my mouth.  I
wallowed it around for a moment, savoring the texture and the taste of him.
"Was that enough for a taste to take back with you?" he asked.
I mumbled with my mouth full, unable to speak.
He put his thumb on my chin to push my jaw down and open my mouth. "That is
hotter than hell, seeing my come in your mouth."
I wallowed my tongue in the pool of warm come while he watched.
"Swallow it now," he said.
I opened my throat and let the stuff slide down.
"Aww, fuck, that is hot!"
We rested and talked for awhile but I knew he would want it again, and I was
ready, willing and able to give it to him on command.  I would've loved to
stretch him out and suck his cock and make love to him and worship his body but I
was happy with anything he wanted to do.  I did suck him, as I often did, to
another hardon. It was a time when I was able to gulp and pull his cock into
my throat for a minute or so before he got hard.
"You need to rest, let me do the work this time," I chided him as I moved
astraddle him.  I raised up, aimed his cock and sat down on it.
"Ohh, Goddd!" he groaned.
I twisted around and slid back and forth on his loins, making his cock lob
around inside me.
"Ohh, Fuck, I love it when you do that."
I rode him for a half hour, most of that time fighting down my own climax.
It was always there, on the verge, ready to happen, with his cock pounding my
prostate.  I was getting good at holding off.
"I wanta come," I told him.
"Hey, it's your show," he said.
I rode him hard as I worked myself up. It didn't take long.  It was only a
matter of letting go, not holding it back.  At the crucial moment I sat down
hard and rode back and forth with his cock buried inside me instead of up and
down.  I hit his face with a volley of come and he quickly held both hands down
in front of my cock to shield himself from it.  I shot all over his hands and
he was a mess.  I sucked in fresh air to keep the stars away.
"Fuck, man, you sure needed that, didn't you?" he said, lying there helpless
and covered with come. He didn't know what to do. He had my come all over his
face and he couldn't wipe it off because his hands were full of come. He
started to reach for the sheet but I stopped him.
"I'll take care of it," I said.  I took his hands and flattened them on his
stomach, dumping the come out and smearing it all over him.  Then I leaned up
and began kissing the come off his face and lapping it off his forehead sucked
if off of his chest.  All the while I was rubbing the stuff over his hard
abs.
"Fuck this is hot, like a come bath and massage." Yeah, he was coming
around, I thought, with a smile.
I cleaned him up with my tongue.  He squirmed under me as I licked the stuff
out of the deep ridges of his abs.
We didn't waste much time recuperating.  We didn't have the time and I
wanted to give him all he needed to sustain him until he came back; and myself,
too.
He was fucking me for the second time when he said,  "I'm getting close,
where do you want it?"
I told him to go ahead and shoot in my ass. He always left me a little dazed
and disoriented when he fucked me.  It was so intense and usually non-stop. It
took me a minute for my brains to settle after he blew his load inside me. He
paused enough to pull out and lie beside me but his cock didn't go down all
the way and when it did, it raised right back up almost on command.
"Shit, is that thing on a switch?"  I asked.
On my stomach, he mounted me again. He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my
butt back hard onto his cock.  I picked up on it and met his thrusts with my
ass. He hunkered up over me, astraddle my butt, and fucked me unmercifully.
The position, the tilt of my butt, seemed to let him go even deeper.  He fucked
me so hard that the head of the bed banged against the wall. Finally, he
stopped, pulled out, stepped off the bed and pulled the bed several feet away from
the wall. Then he climbed back on and resumed fucking me.  My own pleasure
was so intense and without letup. It was like one continuous, unending climax.
My body did, in fact, responded periodically with a load of come...I don't
know where it all came from...but it was almost out of my control.
He shot me full, as if it were his first load that he'd saved up for me.
Relieved, his legs started to tremble. I leaned forward and collapsed on the bed
and he collapsed on top of me.  I was lying in the warmth of my own come.
"Dam, you know how to fuck," I said, a little out of breath.
We rested for a short while and I felt his cock growing hard inside me yet
again.
"Feels like you flipped the switch," I said.
"Is it okay if I stay in there?" he asked. "I don't have to fuck you or
anything; we'll roll over on our sides so I'm not crushing you."
We lay spooned, his cock throbbing in me.  It was one of my favorite
positions, and I think his. I fully expected him to fuck me again but it was enough
for the moment.
 It would be hard to say whether he fucked me two, three, four times or if it
was just one long, continuous fuck, for his cock never completely went down.
When he'd had enough of my ass I pulled my pillow down with me down on the
bed so I was facing his manhood.  I took his cock in my mouth and went to sleep.
I dreamed about us, and I was angry when I woke up but it was nice that I
still had his cock in my mouth.  I looked up and Jason was lying there watching
me. He smiled and that turned into a laugh.
"You've been laying there sucking on my cock like a baby taking a tit," he
said.
"Your milk's got more protein in it than mother's milk, though," I said.
He looked at his watch.
"Is it time for you to go?" I asked.
"Getting close."
I went to work on his cock full force.  Before it was completely hard I moved
to his balls then nuzzled down under them and went for his ass.
"Ohhh, fuck...we can't do this," he said as he pulled me up beside him.  "
You know what's gonna happen if I get started."
So we lay together. It was like he didn't want to let go of me.  I looked at
his watch again.
"We ought to shower so you can get back," I said.
It was fun showering together.  I washed his body without it turning sexual;
it was more erotic for me.  When he was drying off I took the towel to do it
for him.
"I want to tell you goodbye," I said.
I kissed each of his pecs. I kissed his abs then down to his thighs and
buried my face in his crotch to breath in the clean male aroma of him.  I turned
him around and kissed each side of his butt.  It was he who pulled them apart so
I could kiss his asshole.   I stood up and he turned to face me.  Before I
knew what was happening he put his arms around me, one across my shoulders the
other around my waist and with his hand on my butt.
"I want to tell you good-bye...like this," he said as he pressed his lips to
mine. I closed my eyes.  It was such a tender, passionate kiss, laced with
desperation and a dozen other emotions that neither of us could sort out or even
cared about. I felt the surging tingle all through me but oddly neither of us
got hard.
"Looks like I wore it out," he said as we parted and he looked at his cock.
"It wasn't that kind of kiss," I said.
"No.  No, I guess it wasn't," he said.
I watched him get dressed.  It was a meticulous process, putting on each
piece of gear and equipment.
"You get your ass back here in one piece when you're done," I said.
"I will. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen.  They called for the best
and that's what they got," he said.
"Your self confidence is as sexy as you are.  Just hearing you talk like that
gives me a hardon."
"Well, you're going to have to take care of it yourself. I've got a job to
get done," he said.  By his tone he had turned into that steely-hard,
professional that made him the man he was.
We walked back to my barracks and stood at the gate.  He looked at his watch
again.  "I'm running late, can you get me a ride to my unit?" he asked the
guard.
We stood and talked small talk till a Jeep pulled up.
"Where are you headed?" I asked him.  He didn't tell me; just gave me a
blank look.  I stood and watched him drive away.
"Where's he headed?" the guard asked me.
"He didn't tell me."
"Special Ops, isn't he?"
"Navy Seal.  I think he's a sniper, but he's never said so."
"Navy Seal and a sniper?  He's gotta have a pair of the biggest balls in the
navy," the guard said.
"He has," I said, but the guard didn't get my meaning.