Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 04:22:23 -0600
From: troy161@hotmail.com
Subject: A Marine Called Jason, Part II

			   A Marine Called Jason
				  Part II

				  By Jock
		       Email:   troy161@hotmail.com


			       Chapter Five


I went to Toby's several times, with no hope that Jason would be there, but
just to be in a place where we had been together.  Mostly, though, I hung
around the barracks and took on extra duty so I could be around to monitor
the phone.  I was counting the days, and too many had passed.  Then one
night got a call from an orderly at the hospital.
	"Corporal Jason Seaborn asked me to call you."
	"He's there?" I asked, barely able to work up the air to get the words out.
	"Yeah."
	"Tell him I'll be there as soon as I can," I said. My voice got weaker with
each word as the air went out of me.  I got dressed, grabbed a pass and
headed for the hospital. I was half-numb, with no clear thoughts in my head.
  I think I was afraid to think of what might have happened.  I rushed down
the hallway but slowed as I approached his room; as he had down when he came
to see me.
"We gotta stop meeting like this," I joked as I went in.  I couldn't tell
how bad he was hurt but he had both hands bandaged.  The sheet was pulled
down to his waist revealing his massive chest and ripped abs and nothing
looked damaged there.  He moved his leg and I saw a cast under the sheet.
He laughed and squirmed in the bed.
	"How'd you get a two-bed room?" I asked.
	"They're a bit crowded so they're having to use the rooms usually reserved
for officers," he said.
	"You got a room-mate?"
	"Nope, not yet."
	"So, what happened?"  I asked, finally.
	He laughed, shaking his head. "Would you believe, the goddamed Humvy turned
over and tumbled down a ravine.  I got a busted leg and some burns out of
it.  Nothing serious."
	"How busted?" I asked.  I didn't know whether to believe his story.
	"I didn't see any bone.  It'll be okay in a couple of weeks."
	"A couple?"
	"A few weeks.....I don't know," he said.
	"Are your hands the only thing that got burned?"
	He smiled.  "Everything else is in great shape and working fine," he
assured me.
I couldn't help laughing when I noticed the huge lump under the sheet.
"Well, I can see you didn't get it blown off," I joked. "Looks like you've
got a problem there.  Or are you just glad to see me?"
"You know it.  Fuck, it's worse than the injuries. If I don't get it taken
care of it feels like it's gonna explode."
	"I thought they give you something for that when you're in the hospital," I
said.
	"Did they give you anything?"
	"No, but I was only in a few days," I said.
	"That's all I'm going to be in," he said.  "The only thing they give me is
a hard thump with the nurse's thumb.  Dam, it hurts."
	"That's sadistic.  Does it work?"
	"Not for long," he said.
	"I'll be right back," I said.
	"Where're you going?"
	"To get you something for that problem," I said.  I went out in the hall
and grabbed the first orderly who came by.
"My buddy's got a problem," I told him, nodding toward Jason's room.
"Oh, the big guy," he said.
"Yeah, he needs some relief."
"Relief from what?"
"You know."
"Well, we don't have a pill for it. What would you suggest?" he asked.
"I'm not suggesting anything.  I just happen to know he's a very horny guy
and he going nuts."
"Yeah, I noticed we do have a problem keeping him down," he said, laughing.
He shook his head.  "I never seen anything like it.  Hell, I can barely get
it stuffed into the urinal for him to take a piss and that's when he's soft.
  He's got the biggest damned cock I ever seen, and I've seen a lot of them.
  Once he had a big boner and had to piss and it wouldn't go in the urinal.
I had to get him a bucket."
"Anything you can do?" I asked.
"What do you want me to do, go jack him off?  He's your buddy, you jack him
off."
"I didn't mean that.  But if you can't do anything about it I'm going to," I
said.
"Meaning what?  There are a lot of women who I know would gladly give him
some relief but they're all officers."
	"I'm going to bring him a hooker," I said.
	"We're not running a whorehouse here," the orderly said.
	"I'm not asking you to do anything except tell me a time frame when he
won't be bothered by any of the staff."
	The orderly looked at his chart. "Last medication is around 0800 hours.
They'll probably wake him up around midnight to give him a sleeping pill."
	"Thanks."
	"Look, if it goes wrong, I didn't have anything to do with it," he said.
	"Right, I'll take full responsibility," I assured him.
I went to The Dragonfly which fronted as a bar for the whorehouse in back.
The madam approached me at the bar before I'd taken my first sip of beer.
"How're you doing tonight?" she greeted me.
"Good."
"Looking for some company?"
"Could be," I said.
She looked around the bar at her girls circulating through the place.
"How about that pretty one over there by the door?" she asked nodding to the
door leading back to the rest rooms.
"Red dress?"
"Yes."
"Okay, but I need to take her with me," I said.
"Oh, I don't let my girls go out of the bar," she said.
"It's for a buddy, he's in the hospital.  She would have to go to the
hospital and pose as his girlfriend."
"In hospital, how is he able to do anything?" she asked.
"Trust me, that part wasn't damaged," I assured her.
She went over to talk to the girl. I saw the girl shaking her head.  Madame
said something to another girl standing close by then came back.
"She not want to go. But the other girl will go."
"Okay, if they'll change dresses," I said.
"What?"
"I want her to wear the red dress that the other one's got on," I said.
She went back and after some discussion they got it settled among
themselves.  The two girls went back to the rest room and changed dresses.
I paid the madam and the girl, Ling, and I headed for the hospital.  We made
an attempt at conversation but I wasn't much into conversing with
prostitutes, especially one that I was hiring to take my place.  I mean,
what do you say to a whore......hey, what's the biggest cock you ever took?
I winked at the orderly as we walked by the desk.  His eyes bugged out when
he saw the girl in the sleek red dress. Jason was lying with his eyes closed
but he wasn't asleep and he opened his eyes when he heard us come in.
"Hey, man," he said.  He blinked when he saws the girl.
"This is Ling.  She came to visit you," I said.
"Ling. Hello," he said, his eyes raking up and down her shapely body encased
in the sleek red dress. She was a knockout.  I didn't know how old she was.
Vietnamese came in two ages; old and young.  A thirty-year-old man could
look seventeen, a forty year old woman could look eighty.  Ling looked like
a teenager but I couldn't tell how old she was.  Right then it didn't
matter.
	"I don't know how much time we've got," I told Jason.
	His confused scowl turned into a wide grin as he realized why I'd brought
Ling to see him.
	"Man, did you clear this with somebody?" he asked, with an edge of
excitement in his voice.
	"No really," I said. I handed him a condom, foolishly, because both of his
hands were bandaged.
	"I can't put that on," he said.
	"She will," I said.
	"Or you could," he said with a leering grin.
	I handed the condom to Ling then walked over to the door.
"Sorry about this, but I have to guard the door," I said.  I turned to face
the door with my toe against it.
"Oh, My!"  Ling exclaimed, and I knew she'd gotten a look at Jason's cock.
"Ohhh, Myyyyyy!" and I knew he must be getting hard.
"OOohhhhhhhh," Jason moaned, and I could only imagine what she was doing to
him.  "Ohh, you have such soft delicate hands."  She was putting the condom
on.
Looking at a door is boring as shit, especially when you know what's going
on behind you.  I stole a glance over my shoulder to see Ling taking off her
clothes.  The dress, to be more exact.  I watched her.  She stepped out of
the dress and she was naked!  She wasn't wearing anything under the dress!
Godd she was stunning; her body was flawless.  I turned back to the door.
"Will I hurt you if I get up on the bed?" she asked.
"Not so I would notice," he said.
I heard the bed creak softly as she climbed up on the bed. I could picture
her straddling him, lowering her smooth, olive-tone butt to his cock, taking
his huge cock up her pussy."
"Ohhhhh, Yeahhhhh," Jason groaned.  He was no doubt in her, part way at
least.  "OOohhhh, Yesss, Baby!"  Maybe all the way in her now.
"Oh My Godd, you are so big!" Ling exclaimed.
"Yeah, but you like it," Jason said.
"Oh, yess, I like.  I never had one so big, though," she said.
I didn't know if he was all the way in her but the bed began to creak
softly, announcing that she was fucking him.  He confirmed it.
"Ohh, yeahhhhh, honey, do it!  Ride that big cock.  Ohh, fuck man."
I was breaking out in a sweat.
"Ohhh, Ling, Baby, you are awesome!" Jason moaned.  "Ohh, shit, yeah, ride
it.....ride it all the way......downnnnnnnn!"
He needed to tone it down but I didn't say anything; I liked hearing him.
"Hey you don't have to stand with your nose in the door," Jason told me.
"You can watch if you want to. Ling doesn't care if you watch, do you?"
"I don't care if you don't."
I took them up on it.  I turned around and put my back to the door to hold
it shut. Ling was seated all the way on his cock, twisting her butt around
in circles.  It was hard to imagine that her tiny body had his huge cock up
inside her.  Jason had a big goofy smile on his face.
"Awhh, I don't believe you did this for me," he said.
"What are buddies for?" I said.
It was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen. The tiny girl sitting on top
of his
massively muscled body, riding her flawlessly smooth butt up and down on
Jason's
huge cock. I could see her pussy when she raised up, stretched unmercifully
around his girth. He groaned in agony with every stroking inch.  I was
amazed how her body accepted his tall, thick manhood.  It was like she was
fucking an arm, or a baseball bat.  Her beauty matched his, or his matched
hers; they were a perfect couple and I had the weirdest thought that they
would be ideal to make sex-marriage videos.
He had invited me to watch; I had to get closer.  I shoved a big chair
against the door. It wouldn't block it but it would give me enough time to
stop anyone from coming in.  I moved over to the bed where I could get a
better view from the front. Ling's pussy was smooth as a baby's butt, the
pouting lips distended around the thick hunk of meat. I was close enough
that Jason reached out and squeezed my arm.
"Man, I don't know how I'm every going to repay you for this. I'm gonna owe
you big time," he said.
"I'll think of something," I said.
"Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh....ease up, honey, I don't want to come yet," he told her,
gritting his teeth.
I wished I had a camera to capture the absolute beauty of the two engaged in
such a sensual act.  They were absolute male and female perfection. After a
few minutes he suddenly let out another gasp but choked on it. He gritted
his teeth but I couldn't tell if he was trying to hold off again or if he
was working it up or losing his load. His body lurched, his hips jolted his
loins hard against her and the bed shook and banged against the wall.  He
was coming.  She rode it out till he settled still then she continued to
ride up and down his cock for a couple more minutes.
"You want me to stop?" she asked as she settled onto his thighs.
"Not unless you want to. I could do this all night," Jason said.
"You still hard," she said.
"Very hard."
"We do again," she said and began riding up and down his cock again.  He
fucker her again, or she fucked him, for a long time.  I was getting uneasy,
though; I thought we might be pressing our luck.  I went back to the door
but stood with my back to it so I could watch.  Ling was indeed getting as
much out of it as Jason was, fucking his big cock for him.  She bounced up
and down on it, her head flung back on her shoulders as she fingered her
clit at the same time.
"I wish I could do that for you, Baby," Jason told her.
"You doing plenty," she told him.
Shit, just listening to them talk was turning me on.  I went back over to
the bed and in a sudden urge of lust I put my hand down at her pussy and
replaced her finger with my own.  She squealed with delight as I rubbed and
flicked her clit with my fingertip.
"Suck her tits, too," Jason urged.
I leaned in and clamped my mouth over her nearest tit.  She whinnied softly
as I flicked her nipple and applied suction to her firm breast.  She was
small but firm and I was able to cover most of her tit with my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, fuck, this is hot, all three of us," Jason said.
After awhile Jason shot off again but remained up to the task of finishing
her off when she begged him not to stop.  Between the three of us, she had a
volcanic orgasm.  She really had a big O and I was excited that I was a part
of it with Jason.  Her body glistened with sweat and she wavered unsteadily.
  I thought if she hadn't been impaled on his cock she might have toppled
off the bed. I helped her down off the bed and steadied her while she put
the dress back on. She kissed me on the cheek then stepped over and kissed
Jason.
"I'm going to see her out," I told him.
I walked her outside where I gave her another twenty.
"Thanks."
"Thank him.  I should not charge," she said, laughing.
I went back to Jason's room. He lay with his chest still heaving, his abs
rippling with each breath. He could barely talk.
"Fuck....I....needed.....that.  Thanks," he managed.
"Don't mention it," I said.  His cock lay stretched up across his stomach,
still encased in the come-filled condom.
"You gotta take care of that for me," he said, nodding to his cock.
I put the chair back in front of the door.  I didn't want anyone walking in
to see me touching his cock. I carefully pulled and milked the condom off
his rubbery shaft, trying not to spill any of his come. I got it off and his
cock lay wet and sticky across his hip.  Then I did the most foolish thing.
I leaned down and sucked his cock all the way down my throat and sucked him
dry and cleaned the come off.
"Ohh, Geezuss, you're going to get me started again," he groaned.
I held the condom up.  It hung heavy.  It was over a quarter full.  "I know
you come a lot but this is ridiculous."
"It's two loads," he said.  "And it's been quite a while."
"It's enough come for a whole dam squad."  I swung it around.  "I've got the
most awful urge to drape this over your face and leave."
"No, please, don't do that," he begged, laughing.
I laughed and tied off the end of the condom.
	"Come on man, don't.....you wouldn't do that to a buddy."
	"What if I turn it up and empty it all over your face," I said.
"No!  Shit, no, don't do that!"
I put it carefully in my pocket.
"What are you going to do with it?" he asked.
"I'll think of something.  Maybe have it for a midnight snack."
"Fuck, I don't know if that's hot or sick," he said, laughing. "Thanks
again, buddy, I really needed that.  It was terrific.  Even more so that you
joined in."
"This was an emergency measure, just don't get to liking it too much," I
said.
"You've got nothing to worry about there," he assured me.
"I gotta go," I said.
"Yeah, thanks again."
I patted his thigh and left and walked down the hall to the nurse's station.
"Get everything taken care of?"  the orderly asked.
"For tonight," I said. "But he's going to be in that same condition by
morning.  You'll have to take care of it."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"I don't know, jack him off, give him a blow job or something," I said
jokingly.
I walked along the street holding the condom in my pocket, wondering what do
to with it. I couldn't take a come-filled condom back to the barracks but I
hated to get rid of it. I didn't want to let the stuff go to waste.  I
turned down a dim alley to be alone and took the condom out.  I squeezed it
a few times, tingling at the sheer power of him that I was holding in my
hand.  I looked around as I untied the knot then brought the condom up to my
face and turned it upside down over my mouth. The come literally flooded in
one hard gush into my mouth. I leaned back against the wall as I stripped
the condom with two fingers and swirled the still warm semen around in my
mouth.  Then I swallowed.  I had to take several gulps to get it all down.
I still didn't want to throw the condom away.  I held it, marveling at the
size of it.  It was an extra-large size to begin with and he had stretched
it all out of shape.  I left the alley carrying the taste of him with me,
still with the condom in my pocket.  About a block from the main gate I
stopped in the shadows and carefully hung the condom over a tiny tree limb.
I thought it needed to be on display.
	I visited Jason every night he was in the hospital but I didn't bring him
any more prostitutes. There was a cute orderly on duty one night and I
kidded him about taking care of Jason.
	"Are you taking good care of my man?" I asked.
	"Aww, he's taking care of me all right," Jason put in.  "Just look at those
big, full lips.  Nicest pair of lips I ever had slid down my cock."
	The kid's face turned a soft pink and I wondered if maybe Jason hadn't hit
a nerve.  He took it in stride.  He scanned the clipboard in his hand and
said, "That's not written anywhere in your orders."  Then he looked at me.
"He's your man, I guess you're going to have to take care of him.
"Will you guard the door?" I asked.
	He didn't know if I was serious or joking and that's the way I intended it.
	"Can I watch?" he asked, trying to pin me down to being serious or kidding
around.
	We both let it go.  It was too touchy a subject to even approach.
The day Jason was released from the hospital for duty I made arrangements to
slip away so we could meet at the hotel.  We skipped Toby's altogether.  I
knew he would be ready for me and I was dam ready for him.  He fucked me
like crazy the whole damned night.  I managed to work in a couple of suck
sessions but he was so hot for my ass. He never understood the pleasure I
got from sucking his cock, or how I developed such a taste for his come; he
only knew that I loved it.  Twice that night he pulled out and shot it in my
mouth.
We were leaving the next morning to part ways and return to our units.  A
vender was selling newspaper, sounding almost hysterical.  I bought one to
see what was going on.  Hell, maybe the war was over.  I must've gone pale
when I saw the headline.
"Shit, look at this!  Dhin has been assassinated!"  I handed the paper to
Jason.
Jason took the paper to read the story.  He looked pale.  We didn't know
what impact it would have but of course it was big.
	"Geezuss!" he swore softly and dropped the paper like it was hot.
"What?"  I asked.
"Qui Nhon," he said in a whisper.  "I was at Qui Nhon."
I looked at him confused.  He leaned against the side of the building for
support.
"Jason, what's the matter?"
"I took him out," he said quietly, staring blankly at me.
"What?"
"I shot the fuckin' president of Viet Nam."
Now I was numb. News that a politician had been blown away wasn't
particularly devastating to me, or even news for more than a day or two, but
this was the president of the country, and Jason had done it!
	"What're you talking about? You said you were going to Qui Nhon to take
care of some mischief makers."
"And they just happened to have another assignment for me....another target....
something that just came up, they said, and since I was there......They set me
up.  They used me as their assassin."
"You didn't know?"
"No. They told me he was very big.....a VC general.....and I shouldn't miss."
"How do you know it was Dhin?"
"They had my position already picked out, down to the precise spot.  A
sniper always picks his own location.  His entourage came down this narrow
road and stopped in a small clearing and this so-called guy general got out
of his vehicle......"
"But how do you know it was Dhin and not the VC general like they said?
Hell, I didn't even know what the guy looked like till now."
"I use a high power scope," he reminded me.  "I had his face right here," he
said, holding his hand a few inches from his face.  He looked down at the
paper.  "It was that man's face. And the colonel told me when I reported
back, `this mission never happened.'"
We stood there for a moment, reeling in disbelief.
"Hey, if somebody decided the needed to be taken out........"
"Don't you understand?  I killed the president of a country!" he blurted.
"That makes me a political assassin.  My next payday, I will be a paid
political assassin."
"Okay, you pulled the trigger. It was your steady finger, you sharp eye,
your steel nerves, your brass balls, but you didn't pick the target.
Somebody at the top did that. It makes you a Navy Seal doing your job,
following orders.  What if you'd known?  Would you have refused to do it?'
"I don't know.  No...if somebody decided he needed to go.....I couldn't refuse
to follow the order."  He started walking.  I caught up and threw my arm
across his shoulder.
"You gotta deal with this, Jason," I said.
"They fuckin' used me, dammit!"
"Okay, you're going to take out the President Dhim.  You know it; they tell
you up front.  What's different?"
"I probably would've missed," he said, half laughing.
"Shit, if there was any chance of that they wouldn't have sent for you.
Shit, you'll probably get a medal."
"Didn't you read the story?  He was shot, ambushed by unknown assailants.
They don't give medals to unknown assailants."
We were at the intersection where we had to part ways.  I almost offered to
walk him a little further in his direction but it wasn't an appropriate
thing to do for a Seal.
"Get some sleep," I told him.
"Yeah."
"When will I see you again?" I asked.
"I'll call you when I get back in," he said.
"You're going out again, right away?"
"It's what I do," he said.
"You know sometimes I think I gotta feel your balls just to see how big and
hard they are."
"Not here," he said, laughing.


                                                                   Chapter
Six

Too much time passed and Jason didn't show up at Toby's and I never heard
from him.  Night after night I went to Toby's to see if he was there or if
he'd been there. One night Toby handed me an envelope along with my beer.
"What's this?" I asked.
"I was supposed to give this to you after three weeks."
"It's from.......?"
Toby nodded.  I took a long drink of beer then tried to open the envelope.
Toby finally took it and opened it for me.  My hands shook as I took the
paper out of the envelope.

		Hey, Buddy.
          Don't Panic!  This doesn't mean I bought the farm or anything.
It only means I'm not back yet and there're some personal details I want
you to take care of and be aware of.  You know that we always have to
leave a letter behind when we go out on a mission, sort of a last will and
testament; a final letter to be given to next of kin or a buddy or somebody
who gives a shit.  I've designated that that letter, if it comes to that,
will
be given to you, because you give a shit about me.  There are instructions
in it. Among other things you'll have to collect my personal shit.  You can
do whatever you want with it; there's nobody back home who would want
it.  Also my GI life insurance is made out to you.  No strings, do whatever
you want with it.  Except, I want you to buy Ling something.  Damm, she
was the best damned piece of ass I ever had!  (Well...maybe not the best!)
So, having said that, I guess you deserve the rest.  This is not good-bye;
it's a "hey" to tell you shit I should have told you a long time ago but we
never got around to talking much about serious shit.  If anybody asks, I
am damned proud to be Navy Seal.  I am damned proud of who I am and
what and what I do. Okay, I guess they will let you know if and when the
time comes.  Meanwhile, there's the chance I've been relocated somewhere
and I just can't tell you..  I'll see you when I can.  When I get back I
want
us to both go see Ling together.  But hey, you don't have to wait on me!

                                              I love you, Brother-Buddy,

    Jason

My hand was still shaking as I gazed at the letter, the words now a blur on
the
page.
	"Do you need something stronger?" Toby asked as he shoved a beer glass in
front of me and poured it half full of Jack Daniels.
	I handed him the letter.  He held it down to read it by the light under the
bar.
	"I didn't know he had to leave a final letter behind when he went out," I
said.
	"It stands to reason," Toby said.  He finished reading the letter then
folded it and put it back in the envelope.  He slid it across the bar.
"He's just telling you stuff he put off telling you before," he said.
	"Is he?"
	"Well, yeah.  He gets relocated all the time."
	"I'm going to try to believe that."
	"Promise me something," Toby said.
	"What?"
	"I want you to come in here every night you can get a pass, just so I know
you're okay.  And to be here when he walks through the door."
	I choked up, realizing that Toby cared about me, but more because I was
scared to even wonder if Jason would ever come through the door again.  I
choked up because it was the first I realized that I truly loved the guy.  I
know, I'd said it to him but it hit me full force now.
	My life crumbled around me.  I couldn't concentrate on my job and I got
called into the COs office for a gentle ass-chewing.  The first one was
always gentle.  Watch out for the second one.
	"You having girl problems?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I lied.
	"Its not one of the whores down on Bailey Street, is it?"
	"No, my girl back home."
	"Well, hell, that's worse," he said.  "I can't give you any advice, all I
can tell you is, to get your head on straight, we've got work to do.  Very
important work and you are one of the best I've got.  I can't afford for you
to go hay-wire on me.  I'm issuing you a three-day pass to Bailey Street.
Sometimes all it takes to clear a man's head is to clear his balls."
	"Yes, sir."
	I took the pass and headed for Toby's.  I had to see if Jason had been in,
then I would go to Bailey Street.   No word from Jason.  I didn't hang
around.  I headed for the Dragonfly on Bailey Street where I found Ling.
She was happy to see me but she was busy.  I told the madam very
emphatically that I wanted Ling. She was taken aback by my tone and said she
would try to arrange it.  She sent me upstairs to Ling's room to wait.  I
wasn't thinking straight.  I didn't know what the hell I was going to do
with a prostitute.  I hadn't been with a woman for so long, I didn't know if
I even remembered how to fuck.....if I could even get a hardon for Ling.  But
there was a sense of obligation or something, to myself and to the marines,
and to Jason.  I had to be a man, for him.  I had to be the man he left, for
when he came back.
	Ling came through the door and my breath tightened in my throat at the
sight of her in that red dress.  Godd, she filled it out!  I felt the
stirring in my loins and knew I wasn't going to have any trouble.
	"How is your friend?" she asked.
	"He's fine.  Great," I said.
	"Where is he?  Why he not come?"
	"He's tied up.  He'll come next time."
	She turned for me to unzip the dress and I helped her out of it.  Again,
she was naked underneath.
	"I do this for you?" she said as she began unbuttoning my shirt.
	I dropped my hands to my sides and let her take my clothes off.  I tried to
close my eyes and imagine that it was Jason taking them off of me but her
hands were too soft and gentle.  I gasped when she took my cock in her mouth
and longed for even the image of Jason on his knees sucking my cock into his
mouth, but even the image wouldn't come.  I looked down and saw Ling's tiny
mouth distended around my cock like her pussy had been stretched so around
Jason's thick meat. I got hard in no time and all my fears vanished.
	Ling urged me back on the bed and crawled up between my legs.  I closed my
eyes and let it happen. I'd told the madam, in an attempt to bolster my own
confidence that I wanted Ling for the whole night.  She dam near killed me.
She got me started and I couldn't stop.  I didn't bother to count how many
times I fucked her, or she fucked me, or how many loads I shot.  I just knew
my balls ached from being drained so dry and the backs of my thighs hurt and
even my butt was sore from the exercise.  I wasn't accustomed to being the
fucker.
	When I left mid-morning the next day I got a room at the hotel where I
sacked out for most of the day, except to get something to eat.  Late in the
afternoon I showered and stretched out on the bed and gazed up at the
ceiling fan while I waited for time to go over to Toby's.
	"Did you get word?" Toby asked with a smile as I walked up to the bar.
	"No.  Did you?"
	"No, but I thought you might have, from the look on your face and the
bounce in your step," he said.
	I laughed and took a sip of the beer he put in front of me. Just then the
young sailor I'd run into a couple of times before came up to me.  The cute
one....Steve.
	"Hey, do you have a room at the Trent?" he asked in a hushed tone.
	"Yeah," I said with a frown.  "Why?"
	"I've got this.....this guy, and we don't have anyplace to go."
	"Go get a room," I said.
	"I've spent all of my money.  I don't even have cab fare back.  I'm not
asking you for money, I'd just like to use your room for a little bit."
	It was weird but I was thinking it over.  The poor kid sounded desperate
and I didn't have any specific plans for the room except to go back there
and sleep after I got done at Toby's and wherever else I decided to go.
	"Okay, but I'll have to take you there.  They don't give out keys, you
know, and I'll have to let you in the room."
	"Okay!  We'll meet the guy outside," he said.  "No rush," he added quickly.
  "Finish your beer, stay as long as you like.  We're on your time and my
guy's not here yet."
	"You want a beer?" I asked him.
	"Sure."  He slid up on the stool next to me and I happened to glance down
at the way his thighs spread out wide on the stool and the dim light under
the edge of the bar revealed a bulge down the inside of his right leg. We
chatted aimlessly and Toby put in his two cents worth from time to time,
till me and Steve had gone through two beers apiece.  Steve looked at his
watch.
	"Well, I guess you're probably getting antsy," I said as I set one leg off
the bar stool.
	"Whenever you're ready," he said.
"I'm not leaving with you," I said.  "You go on out, I'll be out in a few
minutes. I'll head for the hotel, you and your guy follow me, at a
respectable distance."
"I understand."
I watched the boy's slim, tight butt sticking out in back of his uniform and
the sexy swivel-walk.   I didn't know what the situation was between Steve
and the other guy, but I knew what it would be if I was the one going with
him.  We would finish our lessons.  I waited at the bar for a few minutes
then left.  I didn't look for them so I didn't get a good look at the other
guy but I saw out of the corner of my eye that they were following me.
Inside the hotel I picked up my key and went upstairs.
"I've got a couple of guys coming up for a few minutes," I told the desk
clerk.
"Very long?" he asked with a scowl.
"If they stay too long, I'll pay you extra," I said.
I went upstairs and as I approached the top I heard them coming up behind
me.  I let myself in and they came down the hall to my room.  I did a
double-take as I held the door open to let them come in.  I closed the door
behind us and turned to get a better look at the guy before I left them
alone.  He was just a kid!  Typically small stature of the Vietnamese,
flawlessly smooth, tanned skin, with the absolute beauty of their race.  He
was drop-dead cute and innocent-looking, slender but nicely built.
"How old is he?" I asked Steve with a frown.
"Nineteen," he said.
"Nineteen, your ass," I said.  "He's more like fourteen."
"No, he's got papers," Steve said.
"I've got a pass," the kid said.
"He's in the army," Steve explained.
I didn't question them further.  Like I said, you can't tell their age. I
started to leave.
"Do you want to stay?" Steve asked.
I hesitated at the door.  Dam, what an invitation!  Steve was cute in his
true American way, and the kid was cute in his Vietnamese way and the two of
them made a perfect pair.  They were made for sex, although I didn't know
what kind of sex it was going to be, except that there wasn't a woman in the
room.
"Are you sure it's okay?" I asked.
"Sure.  He don't mind," said Steve.
"Stay," the kid said.
I stepped over and bolted the door.  They were already taking off their
clothes.  The soldier.....Dwang was his name......was naked first.  He seemed in
a real big hurry.  He was slim but very nicely put together.  Nice pecs and
incredible abs and an unbelievable little butt.  I was surprised how big his
cock was.  From what I'd seen and a lot I'd heard, the Vietnamese males were
pretty small, which was the reason that Vietnamese women loved American GIs
and their big cocks. Then it hit me.  Dwang's looks were more chiseled and
square-featured than most and it dawned on me that he was AmerAsian.  His
father was an American!  I guess that explained his big cock.  He got on the
bed to wait while Steve and I got naked.  Steve was next out of his clothes.
  I watched his compact body as he stripped.  I wanted to bury my face in
his wash-board abs.  Then I wanted to bury my face in his buns when I caught
a glimpse of his tight, round ass.  Steve was well-hung, too.  Not as big as
me.... neither of them were.....but on his stature, his cock looked plenty big.
I didn't know how it was going to go down but these two guys were hot, and I
got the impression that they were both hot for me.  I was down to my briefs
and they were on the bed watching intently, expectantly, for me to take them
off.  I did it slowly, like a strip, but casual as hell.  I straightened and
tossed my shorts aside and stood with my much bigger cock hanging out
proudly.
"Holy Shit!" Dwang said.  "Bring that thing over here."
I started to but stopped in mid-step.  I was suddenly awash with guilt as I
thought of Jason and wherever he was, whatever he was going through, or
maybe even dead and suddenly I couldn't do it.
"I like to watch," I said as I backed up to the chair and sat down.
"Oh, no, you're going to torture us, with that beautiful cock and we can't
touch," Steve said moaned.
"I'll leave if it's too much for you," I said.
"No!  No, don't leave.  Stay and watch.  It'll make things hotter if we can
watch you at the same time.  You're gonna jack off, at least, aren't you?"
"Depends if you guys make me hot enough," I said.
They did, no problem.  It was weird.  They watched me sitting there slowly
jacking my cock more than they paid attention to each other.  It was like I
was the source of their lust.  But Jason was the source of mine.  Even as I
watched the two young, smooth males cavorting and writhing on the bed, I was
wishing it would end.  I wanted to be alone with my cock and my thoughts and
conjure up images of Jason from my past and jack off for him and drop a load
for both of us.
Steve didn't need fuck lessons from me.  Dwang was insatiable, and wild.  I
think he could've taken on an entire platoon and left them for dead.  He
couldn't get enough cock and Steve was more than up to the challenge.  Dwang
begged me to let him suck my cock while Steve fucked him.  I was tempted but
I declined. The kid shot off three times before Steve finally came and he
was still ready for more.
"Fuck, you're a machine, give me a minute to rest up," Steve told him.  "Or,
you're going to have to come over here and take my place," he told me.
"No, thanks, you guys need to leave," I said as I stood up, looking at my
watch.  If I'd let them stay I wasn't sure I could stay out of the bed. They
were disappointed but thankful for letting them use my hotel room.  I
relented to Dwang's begging and let him give my cock a few slurps but didn't
let him get right down to seriously sucking it.
When they were gone, I stretched out and gazed up at the ceiling fan.  I was
lying in come but I didn't mind.  I thought of Jason; he would've jumped
right in the middle of it with the two guys.  But that's the way he was; it
was what made him Jason.  I had different feelings for him than he did for
me.  I showered, got dressed and went back to Toby's.  He just smiled when I
walked in and I smiled back.  Nothing needed to be said.  Jason wasn't
there, and I didn't know if he ever would be.
I returned from my three-day pass and immersed myself in my work.  I was
sometimes a little too exuberant in getting information out of the prisoners
they brought in.  I looked at each one of them as potentially the one who
had taken Jason away from me; dead, wounded, a POW.....whatever it was, each
one of these guys was personally responsible in my mind. The colonel walked
in on one session just as I was squeezing the life juice out of a guy's
balls.  He was doubled over in pain and I wasn't letting go.  Finally he
screamed and blurted out what I wanted to know.
"You ever hear of the Geneva Conventions?" the colonel growled, out of ear
shot of the prisoner.
"Fuck your Geneva Conventions, sir," I snapped.  "You heard him?"
"Yes."
"You got what you need?" I asked angrily.
"Yes."  He stepped to the door and called in two guards to take the prisoner
away.  Then he turned back to me. "Get back on track with your interrogation
methods, soldier."
"Yes, sir."
"It starts out squeezing a guy's balls, and advances to squeezing the life
out of him.  I've seen it happen."
"Would that be so bad?" I said.  "Sorry, sir, but once I get the information
out of `em, I don't much give a fuck what happens to them after that."
He glared at me and walked out.  Despite what the colonel said and what I
said, I wasn't about to ease up.  I owed it to Brown and Anderson.  It was
my job to get information and I owed it to Brown and Anderson to do my job
well. I didn't much give a fuck how I got a prisoner to break.  I would just
have to be more careful.
I spent a lot of nights in the barracks, reading, playing poker,
bull-sessions, the usual shit that goes on in the barracks.  I was bothered
and ashamed that a couple of the guys were starting to look good to me.  Not
that I would have the nerve to try anything but I'd never noticed before
just how studly they were.  I guess Jason's absence was making me horny.
But it didn't last long any given time.
I spent a lot of nights at Toby's, too, watching and waiting, hoping and
praying, and going back to the barracks with the same empty, gnawing in my
guts.  I was surprised and bothered that sex had nearly drifted out of my
psyche, something I remembered being great and wonderful, but the need
wasn't as strong anymore.  Not without Jason.  All the desire was channeled
into my thoughts of Jason.  Finally, in desperation, as is usually the case,
I resorted to prayer.  Real prayer, not the casual quickie that's uttered in
passing.
The church was like a shrine, with statues everywhere, candles flickering
all over the place, the smell of incense heavy in the air.  It was quiet and
dark and there were only a half dozen other people in the place. One GI in
combat uniform, another in civies, and some locals.  I wondered if either of
the GIs was there praying for the same reason I was.   I shoved a folded
dollar bill into the slot and lit one of the large candles, then knelt down
on the kneeling bench.  It was warm from the dozens of flickering candles.
I looked up at the statue on the wall, unsure who it was.  One of the
saints.  I didn't care which one it was if he heard me.  I said the prayers
without specifically stating what I wanted.  I was born and raised Catholic
and there was something about praying to a saint for the safe return of a
guy you were having sex with that didn't ring true with my upbringing.  I
couldn't say it, but I prayed for it, half of the time praying just that
there was somebody listening and understanding.  I was there for over an
hour.  When I left, I wasn't sure if it'd been futile, hypocritical or even
an abomination but I left with hope in my heart, and trust in whoever the
saint was.  Just maybe there really was a special saint for guys like me and
maybe he was listening.
I was at the lowest ebb of my life.  I did my job like a zombie, without
feeling.  I ate and slept and I drank beer at Toby's.  Too much beer,
sometimes.  A couple of times I got a room at the Trent and just lay there
watching the ceiling fan while I drank myself into a stupor.  Those turned
out to be the best times.  I went back to Ling once but it was no good.  Oh,
it was good, but it left me yearning for the only thing that could satisfy
me.  I began to have panic attacks as I faced the realization that Jason
might not come back.
Toby was the guy I leaned on most.  He didn't have to say anything and most
times he didn't.  It was enough to walk in to see him behind the bar,
smiling, and have him shove a beer at me.  Sometimes we talked, but it was
usually about everything but Jason.  I don't know which of us was avoiding
it.
I was making circles on the bar with the bottom of my beer, creating a
pattern.
"Look, the Olympic rings," I said.
He laughed.
Without looking up, I said, "What if he doesn't come back, Toby?"
I looked up when he didn't say anything, and he was just looking at me.
"You can't talk like that," he said.
"What if he doesn't?" I asked again.
"I don't know."
"When did you know?" I asked.
"About what?"
"Me.  And Jason."
"Pretty early on," he said.
"Am I that easy to spot?  I know he isn't," I said.
"No.  But with all the guys who come in here, I've got a trained eye.  You
would be surprised.  Others would be just as surprised about you."
"What about Jason?  What do you see there?"
"I see him on a one-way street," he said.
"You do have a good eye," I said.  "He's straight as a ram-rod."
"Ram-rods can be bent," he said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.
"Not this one," I said.
He laughed.
"Do you see something I don't see?" I asked.
"You know him better than I do," he replied.
"Do you see something I don't see?" I asked again.
"I see that he cares an awful lot about you.  I don't know if it's like a
brother on his part, or what, but wherever he is, I'll bet you're on his
mind right now as much as he's on yours.  And I know if there's any way on
God's green earth, he will make it back....."
"You didn't finish," I said.
"I don't think I have to......do I?"
I shook my head.
The probabilities were waning but my hope stayed alive.  I supposed I would
maintain hope as long as I lived.  I didn't go back to the church right
away.  If the good saint hadn't heard me, or chose not to do anything, I
wasn't going back to beg. But I did, finally.  I knelt in the back of the
church and prayed and cried and begged till it felt like my heart had been
ripped out.  I started at a hand on my shoulder.  In a split second I
imagined it would be Jason standing there when I turned around.  But it
wasn't.  It was a priest.
"Son, is there something I can help you with?" he asked in perfect English
that the Vietnamese speak so beautifully.
I shook my head.
"Don't try to handle it alone," he said in a kindly tone as he knelt down
behind me.  "I'll pray with you, for whatever it is.  You don't have to tell
me."
"It won't do any good," I said, swiping the wet from my eyes with my thumbs.
"Then why are you here, praying?"
"I don't know.  It's.....it's a place to be," I replied. "I've prayed to the
saints and nobody listened."
"You don't know that.  Sometimes you have to give these things time.  Those
things don't happen on our time."
"How much time does it take for a saint?  He's up there with the powers that
be.  He should have an in."
He laughed softly.  "Would you like to tell me what I'm praying for?" he
asked.
"You wouldn't want to know," I said. I laughed softly. "If I told you, you
would want me to go to Confession."
"Confession is your decision.  Just as being here is your decision."
"If I told you what you were praying for, father, you wouldn't pray for it,"
I said.  "You couldn't."
"Then I would pray for your wisdom and guidance," he said.  "Trust me, son,
I've heard it all."
"I'm not going to ask you to pray for it, father, but I will tell you why
I'm here.  I'm praying for a buddy.  He's a Navy Seal....a sniper.....and he
hasn't come back."
"That's more common than you think, for one soldier to pray for another."
"I'm a marine, father," I said.
"Marines pray for each other, too," he said. "It's more common than they'll
admit.  If all the prayers stopped, war really would be more a hell than it
already is."
"But I.....I'm praying for his safe return, but for some of the wrong
reasons."
"What could possibly be a wrong reason, unless you wish to do him harm
yourself, and I don't believe that."
"He's....he's more than just a buddy, father.  He's......I love him."  Even
through my choked voice, the words rolled off my tongue with such ease that
it shocked me.  I couldn't believe I'd said it, especially to a priest.  I
tightened inside, waiting for the priest's response.
"No greater love......"
"No, father," I cut in.  "Not that kind of love.  I love him....as a man.  We
have sex together."
There was quiet for a long moment before the priest responded.
"I don't know the true meaning behind "no greater love" but I will tell you
something that should ease your mind.  In the confessional, there is never a
week goes by that I don't have a soldier or sailor or marine or maybe even a
Seal, telling me how they feel about a fellow GI."
"And what do you do?  What do you say?"
"I give them absolution, guidance, advice, encouragement; whatever I think
they need."
"I couldn't confess, father, because when he comes back, we're going to be
together again.  So, no absolution.  What advice or encouragement would you
give?"
"Officially, as a priest, I would advise you to get your life back on track
and encourage you to refrain from all of this.  Unofficially, as a priest
and a man, I would remind you that God made you what you are.  You are in
His image."
"You think God is gay?"
"No.  I don't think God is a sexual being at all.  He has no need for it; he
passed that on to man.  Nobody knows what that image is, but we must know
that God understands, because he created your emotions, and the feelings you
have for this man."
"I don't know whether to be confused or relieved," I said.  "You tell me,
father."
"You must decide that for yourself," he said.  "Just know that I believe
this man....this Navy Seal.....is extremely fortunate to have someone who cares
about him so deeply."
I thought about that for a several minutes and when I half-turned to say
some-thing else, the priest was gone.  I sat alone with my thoughts for a
long time.  I prayed some more and I felt relief that I wasn't ashamed of
what I was praying for. In those moments I laid all my cards on the table;
if it was the wrong thing to pray for, then Jason wouldn't come back.  Maybe
I was signing his death warrant but that's the way it was.
I was lying on my bunk after chow after having lost nearly all of my money
in a poker game.  Payday was four days away so I wouldn't be going on pass.
"Courson,  there's a phone call for you in the orderly room."
Suddenly I couldn't breath.  I got up and walked....half stumbled....down to the
orderly room, my legs like jelly.
"Hello," I said timidly.  I was scared out of my wits who might be on the
other end.
"Brad!"
"J-Jason?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, My Godd," I gasped.  I couldn't find my voice for a moment.
"Something wrong?" the orderly asked.  The orderly was the same guy who was
on guard duty the night Jason had showed up in his full combat gear and I'd
told him Jason was my brother.  "Your brother?  You wanta take this
privately?"  he asked, pointing to the COs office.
I went into the office and picked up the phone.
"You still there?" Jason asked.
"Yes, he let me take it in the CO's office.  Where are you?  What happened?
Where have you been?  Are you all right?"
"Whoa.  Whoa.  Hey, slow down.  One question at a time," he said.  "Can you
get out?"
"I.....I.....yes.  Yeah, even if I have to go AWOL."
"Well, stop laying there beating your meat, get some clothes on and get your
sorry ass down to Toby's."
"You're there?"
"Yeah.  Waiting on you, buddy."
My hand trembled so bad that the phone rattled when I hung it up.  I
couldn't function for a moment.  I stood there in a daze till the orderly
came in.
"I'm sorry but I listened in.  I'm glad your brother is all right."
"Can you get me a pass?" I asked.
"Fuckin' A," he said.  "Shit, I can't let you go AWOL."
The unlimited passes had been curtailed because of too many guys being gone
at one time, but he came back with a pass signed by Sgt. Brown.....two passes,
actually....but I wasn't sure if Brown had actually signed either of them.  I
half expected that the orderly signed them himself.
"No three-days, colonel's orders," he said. "But here's an overnight for the
rest of tonight, and another one for tomorrow night."
"Thanks."
"No problem.  Tell your brother I said hey."
I showered and shaved and got ready.  Very ready.  It'd been months since
I'd seen Jason and I wanted to be perfect for him.  I was dressed and
checking my back pocket for my wallet.
"Shit!"
"What's the matter?" one of the guys asked.
"I got a pass and I just realized I'm flat broke."
Without a word, two guys dug money out of the pockets and handed it to me.
Shit, I wanted to cry. I headed out of the gate with a new bounce to my
step, like a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  I reminded
myself to go back to the church and thank saint what's-his-name for
listening and taking some action.  I guess it wasn't wrong that I prayed for
him.  I was nervous as hell as I walked into Toby's.  I went to the bar,
looking for Jason but he was nowhere to be seen.
"He left," Toby said.
My heart sank, and I even felt a surge of anger.  Why would he leave?
"He just called me.  Did he say where he was going?" I asked.
"Yes.  He went to the Trent.  He said to meet him there. He didn't want to
stick around in full uniform.  Room two-thirty. You want a beer first?" Toby
asked.
"No, thanks."
"Good enough, he took a six pack with him," he said.
I stepped away from the bar but my hand was still on it.  "Toby, is he.....
okay?" I asked.
"He's great," Toby assured me.
I half ran the distance to the hotel.  I took the back stairs because I
didn't want to appear so anxious going in the front.  I walked down the
hallway to room two-thirty-eight.  I paused, my stomach in knots, my hand
raised to knock.  But I tried the door instead.  It wasn't locked.  I opened
it a crack, half afraid to go in, afraid it might be all a dream that could
suddenly turn into a nightmare if he wasn't really there and maybe my
imagination was playing tricks on me.  It was dark inside except for the
soft light coming in the alley window.  I could hear the soft whirring of
the ceiling fan.  I opened the door a little more.
"Hey."  It was Jason's voice.
I went inside and closed the door.
"Better bolt it," he said.
He was sitting slouched down in the chair, still in full combat uniform.  He
looked so damned handsome and sexy in the dim light, truly like a hero
warrior returned from battle.  I bolted the door.  I couldn't move.  He got
up and came toward me.  We went into each other's arms; for him, it was
buddy-meeting-buddy, a bear-hug.  It was more than that for me. I hugged him
tight, drawing on the feel of his hard body beneath the uniform.
"Sorry I came like this but they just released me and I didn't want to take
time to change. I reported in then had them drop me off," he said.
"You look....great...as always," I said.  I wanted to know what had happened,
where he'd been, but I was afraid to ask.  I imagined that it had been so
horrible that I would wait till he wanted to talk about.
"Well, you said you like to see me dressed like this," he said.
"Yes, I do.  I like to see you dressed in anything.....or not in anything."
"We'll get to that," he said with a chuckle.  "But first....."  He dug into a
pack lying beside the chair and brought out a camera.  "You said you wanted
pictures.  I bought you this.  Picked it off a....."   He cut his words off as
if he thought I wouldn't approve.
"Yeah, I heard they're setting up PXs out in the jungle," I said.
"Yeah."
"Thanks."  I was still so nervous I was breathless.
"Hey, you're so nervous." he said.
"I've been so afraid you wouldn't come back," I choked.
"I'm back," he said, as he pulled me into his arms again.
"Are you?  I'm afraid to believe it."
"I can prove it," he said as he smashed loins hard against me.  He crooked
his finger under my chin and tilted my face up.  "Do you need some real
proof?" he asked.
I was stunned at his show of emotion, afraid to believe what he was going to
do. Then he tilted his head and touched his lips to mine. We both whimpered
as the touch quickly turned to a hard, passionate kiss.  Even his lips were
strong; I knew I was being kissed by a man.  It was a long kiss that left us
breathless.
"I'm back, okay?" he declared again.
"Yes, are you ever," I gasped.
"So, do you want to take pictures first?" he asked.  "I'm going to be taking
this uniform off anyway, you could get all the pictures you want while I'm
doing it."
"Can I keep on taking pictures, after you've taken it all off?" I asked.
"I told you before, take all the pictures you want.  Take pictures till the
film runs out."
I could barely hold the camera as he took off his combat gear.  It was such
a sensual thing to see.  He was shirtless, still wearing his pants and boots
and his web equipment belt and I told him to pose for me.  He was awkward at
it but that only added to the pose.  I took pictures of him in his briefs.
By the time he pulled them off I was mesmerized to weakness.
"Don't you want any of me like this?" Jason asked, standing there naked.
"Oh, yes," I said and quickly snapped some more pictures. That's when I
noticed the marks and bruises. "What are those marks?  They look
like.....burns."
"I got detained for awhile and they thought I ought to know something," he
said.
"You were captured?"  I gasped.
"It was nothing serious," he said, shrugging it off.  "Hell, I got away.
Bunch of dumb-asses."
I wanted to ask more questions....how long he'd been a prisoner, what they did
to him....it looked like cigarette burns....but it would've been a waste of
time.  I knew he wouldn't talk about it.  To him, it truly was nothing
serious.
"Now you," he said as he took the camera from my hand.
"You want pictures of me?"  I asked.
"I don't need pictures of you.  I've got those burned in my mind.  I meant
it's your turn to get naked."
I hadn't gotten all the pictures I wanted but it didn't matter. I started to
tug my shirt out of my jeans but he stopped me with his powerful grip around
my wrist.
"Huh-uh.  I'll do it."
I couldn't believe he was undressing me and it made me light-headed.  By the
time I was naked we were both hard.
"Now I definitely want some pictures of that," I said as I picked up the
camera again.
He laughed and began posing, making sure each one showed off his huge cock
to its best advantage.
"Shit, I need a wide-angle lens," I joked.
"Something to show your grandchildren," he joked back.
For a couple of shots he wrapped his hand around his cock as if he was
stroking it.  I also got pictures of him from the back. His last pose, he
was sitting on the chair, legs spread out wide, his heavy balls hanging low.
  He pressed his thumb against the base of his cock to make it stand
straight and tall.  When I took the last shot on the roll Jason didn't get
up.  He stayed in the chair, stroking his cock.
"Why don't you come over and have a seat?" he said.
I trembled inside as I laid the camera down and approached him.
"I should shower first; I just got in......."  He started to get up.
"No," I said.  "You're fine just the way you are."
"You might not think so......."
I pressed my hand to his chest. He slouched down so his butt was on the edge
of the chair.  I straddled his hips but couldn't raise up high enough to sit
on his cock.  I had to hunker forward and take it at an angle.  The time
we'd been apart, my ass had tightened up and it was a hard, slow entry. But
even the pain felt good, because it was Jason's pain that he was giving to
me.  When I finally sat on his thighs, it felt like he was up inside me
deeper than he'd ever been.  We both held still till I got used to his size
then I began to squirm around.  He put his hands around my waist and urged
me up so I had only about half of his cock in me.  My legs weren't long
enough for me to raise all the way up.  He urged me back down.
"Ohh, Fuck, that feels so good!"  he moaned.  "It's been so fuckin' long."
I laid my head back, my eyes closed, and sucked in deep breaths of air as he
began fucking me.  I fucked him back, but he was in charge.
"How do you like having the best seat in the house?" he asked.
"Aw, fuck, I can't describe it," I said.
"You wanta keep doing it this way?  Let me know if you want to get on the
bed," he said.
"Any way you want it," I told him.
He fucked me sitting on the chair for awhile but he kept slipping down and
the chair was pretty rickety.
"We'd better move to the bed, this thing's going to collapse under us," he
said.
I started to raise up but he brought me down tight against his loins and
locked one arm around my waist.  He stood up and I locked my legs around his
hips.  He walked us to the bed.
"Ohhh....Ohhhhh...Ohhhh....Ohhhhh," I cried softly with each step.
"That feel good?" he asked.
"Awww, Yess, it feels great when you walk," I said.
"Well, then, let's go for a walk," he said, laughing.
He walked around the room, his big cock lobbing back and forth with each
step.  At the edge of the bed he bounced up and down on the balls of his
feet.
"AWwwhhh.....Awwhhh....Ohhhh.....Ohhhh, Fuck!" I moaned.
"I think I could make you come this way," he said.
"You know it."
"Dam, how come we never thought of this before?"
After awhile he laid me down across the bed and began fucking me for his own
pleasure.  I was glad he didn't shower.  Always before he smelled like
aftershave, or deodorant or body splash.  Now he smelled of sweat and male
musk and the smells of combat. Unlike most other times, he didn't get off
and keep going. He kept holding off.  When he did let go it was a hard come.
  He needed it desperately and I was glad that he could intensify his
pleasure by using me.  I didn't think he would ever stop coming.  He filled
me up so that his come was gushing back and running out around his cock.  It
was so intense that his arms were too weak to hold him up and he let his
muscular weight down on top of me.
"Goddam, I don't think I ever came like that before in my life!" he said.
"Thanks, man."
I cocked my head aside.  "Thanks?  Where'd that come from?"
"Thanks, that's all," he said.  "It was unbelievable, I just wanted you to
know that."
"Okay, but don't ever thank me again," I said.
"Okay, if you're gonna get testy about it," he said.
"I just want you to understand that I get as much out of it as you.
Probably more."
"No, you couldn't," he gasped, shaking his head.
"You don't know what a stud you are," I said.  "Just like what you do, it's
nothing to you."
"Oh, that's not true," he said.  "That sure as hell wasn't nothing."
"You know what I mean; you don't realize what effect you have."
"I'm getting heavy," he said as he started to push himself up.
"No," I said as I wrapped my arms around his lower back and held him tight.
"You're not heavy."
We lay in silence for a moment.  He was heavy but I didn't want him to move.
  I wanted to feel his muscular weight bearing down on me, and his cock
inside me.  It hadn't gone down completely and I could feel it swelling
again. Jason gave me a few gentle strokes with it then began to slowly pull
out.
"You don't need this again so soon," he said as rolled off and lay beside
me. "Shit, that was great!"
"Welcome back," I said.
We lay side by side for a moment then he shoved his arm under my head and
pulled me to him.
"I need to feel you up against me," he said.
He was on his back; I lay on my side with my leg across his thighs, my knee
pressed against his balls and my arm across his chest.  He put his hand on
my arm and squeezed my bicep.
"Nice fuckin arm," he said.
I laughed.  "Look who's talking."
He was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet.  A deafening silence,
that needed to be broken but I thought Jason should break it. I thought it
was he who had the most on his mind and I just wished he would share it with
me. I wanted him to stop being a Seal and just be a man; an ordinary man
like the rest of us.  Except he was no ordinary man.  I don't think any Navy
Seal is.
"I laid like this every night," he said in a soft, hoarse tone.
"Holding somebody against you?"
"Yes...........You," he said.
I didn't say anything.  I couldn't without choking up and I wasn't going to
do that.  I waited for him to go on.
He didn't say anything for a long while.
"After they let me start sleeping in a barracks, I actually slept on a cot.
Of course, I shared it with a lot of little critters, but it was better
than......"  He stopped short and took a breath.  "I could lay there and watch
the moon and pretend, and play mind games with myself."  He laughed softly.
"If they'd known the moon shining in the windows brought even that little
speck of comfort, they would've boarded up the windows.  I thought about
you, buddy.  A lot.  I didn't have anybody else to think about; no
girlfriend back home, and you don't think about your mom or dad in a
situation like that.  It's like you don't want to bring them into it.  So I
thought about you.  I brought you into it because I knew you could take it.
It wasn't all thoughts about all the stuff we've done.....the sex....most of it
was.....well, more like after the sex, like we are now."
I couldn't believe he was opening up like this and I hung on to his every
word.
"Better than what?"  I asked.  "The barracks was better than what?"
He heaved a big sigh like he wasn't going to answer.
"You brought me into it so you can't shut me out," I said.
"The, uh.........Well, you have to understand, they don't like us Navy Seals too
much," he said.  "We are their definition of hell.  So we get special
treatment."
"Better than what?" I asked again.
"Let's just say I lived in the water for awhile."
"Oh, Christ!"   I trembled with emotions.
I think he got emotional too, because he didn't say anything else.
"Hey, I'm here," he said, finally, squeezing me tight.
"How did you get out?" I asked.
"My cock," he replied.
"Huh?"  Now he was joking again?
He laughed. "I guess the dam thing's good for something," he said. "The
guards who'd seen me made jokes about how big my cock was.  The chief honcho
overheard and had me brought up.  They took me to his quarters and made me
strip down so he could see for himself.  His eyes bugged out and he just sat
there and stared for a minute."
I was afraid of where the story was going and I didn't want to hear it.  I
almost asked him to stop, but I didn't dare.  He had brought me into it, I
couldn't shut him out.
"He had to feel it to make sure it was real.  Well, even after all I'd been
through, you know how my cock is when it gets a little attention.  I got
hard and he sat there and gaped.  They called in the other guards to have a
look at me and I caused quite a stir.  In the back of my mind I was scared
out of my head of what they might be dreaming up to do to me.  Suddenly the
chief ordered everybody out of the room.  Then he told me to jack off."
"Did you?" I asked.
"Yeah, hell, I had to.  It felt real good but he got a little impatient
because I was taking so long.  He wanted to see me shoot.  I worked it up as
fast as I could.  When I was close I tried to tell him to move out of the
way but he just stood there, and I wasn't allowed to move back, or move at
all.  I don't think he believed I would shoot that far.  Well, I went off,
and it'd been awhile, so it was a gusher.  He was standing five or six feet
away and I shot all over his uniform.  His mouth fell when I started coming
and he looked down at the white-wash I was giving him like he didn't believe
what was happening.  He was a fuckin' mess.  I was fuckin' scared out of my
head.  I thought he might get pissed because I'd ruined his uniform and cut
my dick off or something.  But all of a sudden he broke out in a big smile.
To make it short, I got moved into the barracks and they started treating me
better.  All I had to do was show off my cock and jack off every day or so.
The chief liked to invite others to watch.  I think he might have been gay
but he didn't dare let it be known so he never did anything."
I was okay with the story, as much as he told me.  I didn't want to know any
more but I had to.
"What about the marks and bruises?" I asked softly.
"They'll go away," he said.
"What about the marks and bruises?" I asked again.
"Like I said, they give Navy Seals special attention."
"Jason......"
"We're not going to go into details," he cut me off.  "It's over, I'm back."
I didn't argue with him.  He'd brought me into it, he could shut me down.
"You shouldn't have told me," I said.
He raised his head and looked at me with a confused frown.
"The next gook I interrogate......well, the colonel better be there," I said,
seething with anger.
"Hey, you do your job, just like always.  This has got nothing to do with
you," he said firmly.
I raised up, suddenly angry.  "Its got everything to do with me!" I snapped.
"I meant......nothing to do with how you do your job."
We were quiet for a moment till we both calmed down.
"I'm glad you told me," I said.
"Thanks for being there for me," he said.
I gave him a bewildered look.
"I said I played mind games with myself.....well, maybe it wasn't all mind
games. Those nights when I was thinking about you, when I was holding you
close......it was real.  You were lying right there with me, up tight against
me, just like now.  You were there."  He choked and his voice seemed to
vanish.
I was nearly overwhelmed with emotions.
"I tried to be," I said.  "With everything in me, I tried to be."
"Well, maybe it wasn't exactly like you are right now," he said, hugging me
tighter.  Then he turned over on his side, facing me. His cock extended up
over his belly was like lying on a log.  He wrapped his powerful arms around
me and hugged me tight against his thick chest.  My own cock wedged into the
crevice of his thighs.  I fully expected to raise up and straddle his cock
and ride it again but instead he spread his thighs so my cock fell between
them.
He squeezed his thighs tightly against my cock. I was totally surprised at
his reciprocation, although some wouldn't have described it so.  I clenched
my butt which drove my cock between his thighs.
"This is as close as you're ever going to get," he said as he sort of humped
up against me.
"I'll take it," I said as I began moving my cock back and forth between his
thighs.
He let me dry-fuck him for awhile then told me he wanted to turn over.
"Maybe you can get a little closer," he said as he turned over on his
stomach and spread his legs out, propped up on his elbows.
I was taken aback, breathless.  Godd, was he going to let me.....there was no
way!   I knelt there beside him, totally bewildered.  I didn't dare believe
what I was thinking.
"Y-you....y-you're not......."
"No, you can't fuck me, but you can use my butt to get off," he said.
I got between his legs and let some spit fall into the crack of his butt.  I
aimed straight then lifted my cock so it lay in the crack and began sliding
it back and forth.  I was delirious with lust as I imagined I was fucking
the big stud.  On the forward thrust my cock stood up at a sharp angle out
over his hard butt muscles, dripping precome.  Drawing back, I was careful
that the head of my cock didn't thrust between his buns to find his asshole.
  I closed my eyes and I was fucking him.  I wondered what he would do if I
accidentally shoved my cock in him.
"You can come on my butt," he told me again.
He hunkered his shoulders and tossed his head back and humped his butt up
for me as if I really was fucking him and he was enjoying it.  I fought to
hold back at first.  I wanted it to go on and on but I knew that even though
he was acting like he was enjoying it, he was doing it for me, and he would
soon tire of it.  So I let it build up till I was humping his butt so hard
the bed shook.
"Ohh.....I'm.....gonna.....come," I hissed.
"Yeah, do it,  buddy......shoot it.....give it to me.....shoot it all over my butt."
I overshot his butt by a long way.  With my cock at a sharp upward angle,
the first several shots sailed up and landed on his shoulders and the back
of his neck and in his hair.  One shot clear up over his head and hit the
wall.  I pulled back so the last of my load spurted onto his butt.  I
watched the stuff slide down into the crack of his ass.
"Dam, Buddy!  You exploded!" he said.  "That stuff's hot on my ass."
I was gasping and weak.  I kept my weight up off of him but I didn't have
the strength to move off.  My arms were numb and trembling.
"Lay down on me," he said.
Godd, I thought, why is he doing this for me?  I let my weight down on top
of him and my come-slick cock slipped down into the apex of his thighs.  My
come was the lotion between our muscles.   I laid my face on his shoulder in
a pool of my own come.
"I'm sorry I made such a mess," I said.
"Feels like body lotion," he said.
"I got it in your hair."
"It'll wash out."
I was in my own little heaven.  I was so happy I wanted to cry but like a
good, tough marine, I didn't.  I felt Jason's muscles flex under me but he
let me lay on top of him for a long time.  He never made any move to get up.
  I finally had the strength and the will to shove myself up off his body.
My come clung to our skin, stretched between us like liquid cob webs.  I
stood off the bed.
"Do you want the shower?" I asked.
"Do you want to shower together?" he asked.
I put my hand down to pull him up off the bed but he pulled me down on top
of him again.
"Just so you know, that was fucking hot," he said, hugging me tightly.
"Think how it be if it was the real thing," I joked.
In the shower, I washed his back and shoulders to make sure all the come was
washed off.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"What we did," I said, nodding toward the room.
"Pay-back," he said.
"Pay-back?  For what?"
"For being there in that goddamned cage in that fuckin' cold water and on
the cot with me......."  He wrapped his powerful arms around me and pulled us
together......"when I needed you," he finished.
"I wasn't there, Jason.  Not really," I said.
"You don't know that.  I do.  You were there," he said huskily.
He held me for a long time under the spray of the shower and I held him, for
as long as he wanted me to.  I would never have imagined that such an
embrace.....the two of us naked under the shower......could be anything but
sexual, but it wasn't.  It was the embrace of a Navy Seal and a Marine who
needed and were there for each other, and I was happy that he needed me.
Suddenly, he pulled away with a goofy smile.  "Shit, man, we're getting
sappy," he said.
I didn't think so but I didn't say anything because I knew he felt the
emotions and the need as deeply as I did and I was so happy for that, I
wanted to cry.  He exited the shower first and was drying off while I
finished showering.
"All the night-dreams and day-dreams and everything I thought about to keep
my mind off......."  He brought the towel up to his face, purposely to cut off
his words.  Then he went on.  "I put them all in a list in my mind so I
would remember what all I wanted to do when I got back."  He handed me a
towel.  "It's a long list," he said.


                                                           Chapter Seven

The war wasn't going well.  It hadn't been for a long time.  There didn't
seem to be a plan, and worse of late, no purpose.  A lot of us were
beginning to wonder what the hell we were doing there.
>From the information I was extracting from captured prisoners I couldn't get
any sense of a let-up or the slightest dissemination of the VC troop
strength or any weakening of their resolve.  They seemed to have an
unlimited supply of living, breathing men that they could throw into battle.
  I talked to the colonel about it once and he told me I didn't have the big
picture.  I wasn't convinced anyone did. Unlike me, Jason never wondered
about his purpose and he had his own plan.
I had told Jason that I would like to see how he lived so one day when he
was in city he commandeered a Jeep and we drove off to his compound. I don't
know how far we went but it was like we were traveling deep into the ass end
of nowhere.  Finally we rolled up to the compound.  It was like a small,
busy city.  He took me to his hooch where he lived with a squad of nine
other guys.  It resembled our barracks except it was a tent with a board
floor and it was smaller. It was hot and the six guys had their shirts off
or were in their shorts.
"Guys, this is Brad Courter, from Intel," he said by way of introduction,
then went around and named the six other men.  I got the impression they
weren't overly impressed with meeting anyone from Intelligence. I was
impressed with them, though. Watching their tanned, sweat-glistening
battle-hardened muscles when they shook hands, I was having fantasies about
being their hooch boy.  We didn't stay long; just long enough to chat and
they did invite me into a card game but I declined and Jason said we had to
be getting back.
"We leave now or you spend the night," he said.  "We don't want to be
driving that route back after dark."
So Jason and I headed back into Saigon.  He dropped me off at the Trent to
get a room while he returned the Jeep he'd "borrowed" and we would meet back
at Toby's.
"Steve got it," Toby announced casually as he was getting our beers.
"What?"  It didn't register at first what he meant or who he was talking
about.
"Him and three others.  Some gook tossed a grenade in the cab they were
riding in, right downtown."
"The fuckin' bastards!" Jason swore.  "Probably mamma-san on her way to
market," he added sarcastically.
It soaked in. I felt sorry for Steve but my pain went deeper with the awful
fear and reminder that it could happen to Jason.  Suddenly I wanted to be
alone with him.  I wanted to be in bed with him and fell his naked body
against mine.  But we spent the usual respectable amount of time in Toby's,
laughing and talking with other GIs as they came and went.  I was so
relieved when Jason finally said we should leave.
"Dam, it's too bad about Steve," I said as we were undressing in the room.
"Nothing we can do about it," Jason said.
This time, like every other time, was like the fuck of my life.  Jason
always put everything he had into it.  But he seemed jittery, and quiet,
afterwards.  I thought he acted like he wanted to say something.
"Look, we never talked about it specifically," he started.  "Guess there was
no reason before.... but my time is up in a few weeks."
I was devastated to be reminded; I knew visibly shaken.  I knew it but I'd
put it behind me.
"I guess I knew that," I said, calmly as I could.
"It slips up on you.  It did me.  Good thing somebody's keeping track."  He
looked at me across the pillow.  "Hey, I'm re-enlisting," he said, as if to
reassure me.
"For the same unit?.....the same duty?" I asked.
"Yeah. Hell, I'm good at it; they need me," he said.  "I'm going back to the
world for a little bit; there're some people I need to see.  My parents and
my brother, and some old buddies."
"And some old girlfriends," I put in.
"I doubt if any of them are still around," he said.
"You never mentioned you had a brother," I said. He never talked about his
parents, either, or home in general, but I had to figure he had parents, but
honestly, I didn't know if they were living.
"It's not something that needed to come up," he said. "He's in law school.
I'm proud as hell about that."
"He's got to be damned proud of you, too," I said.
He gave me a screwy look with a raised eyebrow. "Are you kidding?  Him being
in college, under the spell of those nut-ball professors, you can guess that
we don't exactly see eye to eye on the war," he said.  "I can understand why
he can't be proud of me, though."
"Why wouldn't he be?"
"It'd be pretty hard for him to brag to his college friends about having a
brother who's a Navy Seal.  Hell, he's probably back there burning me in
effigy, or burning the flag or his draft card.  He would disown me if he
knew what I do."
"Your family doesn't what your job is?"
"Nobody in my family knows anything about what I do," he said.  "So far as
they're concerned, I'm in the navy."  He laughed.  "I don't know if I ever
even told them I was in the Seals."
"There are people out there who are proud of you.  I'm one of them," I said.
He shrugged off my compliment.  "If it weren't for my parents I wouldn't go
back at all.  There's nothing back there for me.  I realized that when I
went home after BUDS training.  They said I'd changed."
"No doubt you were a changed man," I said.
"It affected my mom the most.  It affected my dad; he just didn't understand
any of it.  My brother......"   He paused and chuckled.  "I think he was jealous
as hell that his little brother put on the uniform and he didn't have the
balls to do it.  My mom, she just didn't want to loose her little boy.  I
told her, `Mom, you would have lost him anyway.'  She said, "not to the
war.'  I think they just don't know whether to act proud or not, the way
things are going back there."
"Do you think they'll send you back to your same unit?" I asked.
"If they don't, the country's not that big.  We'll hook up," he assured me.
He smiled. "Speaking of which........."
I knew what he meant.  He was ready again.  So was I, anytime he wanted me.
What we had together was feeling more and more like making love, although I
doubted it was that way for Jason.  Not intentionally, anyway, but it seemed
he was becoming more gently attentive. Maybe it was my imagination or
wishful thinking. but that time when he let me hump his muscle-butt, I would
never forget, and I liked to think it meant something even though we never
did it again.
We were together every chance we got for the next several weeks. As time got
shorter, our love-making, or sex, became more urgent and intense.  It was as
if we had to make every stroke of his cock, every spurt of come count. I
know it was that way for me.  Every stroke brought us closer to parting and
I had no idea when I would feel his muscular body against mine, that
handsome smile looking down at me....his huge, hot cock plugging my ass or
filling my mouth again.
Jason wouldn't tell me when he was going out; he said he didn't want me to
worry.  I was a wreck inside anyway, thinking about him getting out.  Even
though he was going to re-enlist, I was afraid he wouldn't be stationed
close enough for us to see each other.  And I worried. My worse fear was
that something would happen to him before he went home.  It happened all the
time; a guy counting the days and suddenly his days are over.  I never knew
when I would see him again.
The next time I saw Jason in Toby's he was wearing short-sleeve knit shirt,
open-collar that showed a  couple of inches of cleavage, and a sling on his
right arm.
"What happened this time?" I asked.
"You remember, you told me somewhere out there they had a best shot?  I
think I found him."
"How bad?" I asked, trying not to sound overly concerned.
"Pretty clean.  It got me in the shoulder."
"Dammit," I swore under my breath, "you act like you cut yourself shaving."
"Hell, he missed his shot," he said, laughing.
"Looks to me like he made it," I said.
"Naw, fuck, I'm still walking.  He missed his shot," he said.  "Just as
well, though, I can coast for the rest of my time till I go back."  He
leaned in closer, laughing softly.  "Don't worry, I'm good to go."
So we went.  To the Trent.  Not knowing when he would show, I didn't have a
room but I got one.....number 238.....while Jason strolled around. I was closing
the street-side windows when he came in and bolted the door behind him.
"You're going to have to be on top and do all the work," he told me as he
was struggling to get out of his clothes.
"Let's start with this," I said as I brushed his hands aside.  It was a
pleasure to take his clothes off of him.  Touching his muscles sent chills
through me.  He sat on the edge of the bed so I could pull his pants off and
his briefs pulled down with them.  His big cock hung out over his balls that
rested on the mattress.  I pulled his briefs all the way off and handed them
to him.
"Here, you might want to stuff these in your mouth," I said, jokingly.
"I don't think so," he said, tossing them aside.
He watched me undress.  I was sometimes self conscious the way he looked at
me. Tonight he had a hungry look.  I heard him swallow when I was naked and
turned around to drape my pants over the back of the chair.
"Oh, Fuck!  Stay right there for a minute," he said.
I looked over my shoulder to see him gazing at my butt.  I clenched the
muscles for him, one then the other while I dug the small tube of lube out
of my pants pocket.
"Ohh, Geezusss, man, if you only knew what does to me.  Fuck, you've got an
awesome ass!"
I was getting hard just from him ogling my butt.  He was hard from ogling
it.
"That was fast," I said, looking at his hard cock.
"You don't know how bad I need this," he said, reaching out to squeeze one
side of my butt.
I squeezed some lube on the head of his cock and spread it all the way down
the shaft.  Then I put some in my asshole and stepped up on the bed.  Jason
held his cock up for me to sit on.  I squatted down till I felt the heat of
his cock against my hole then bounced up and down on it to stretch the
muscles.  He thought I was teasing him.
"Fuck, stop teasing.....ride it," he begged.
He should have his briefs in his mouth when I rode down on his cock.  He had
to put his forearm across his mouth to stifle his outcry of pleasure. There
was something sexy about being on top of the big stud with his battle
wounds.  And the wounds didn't affect his performance in the least.  I
didn't have to do all the work after all.  I fucked him on top the first
time but he took charge the second time, after I'd sucked him off.  He bent
me over the bed and gave me another ride that took the wind out of me.
Knowing it might be our last time together, I was hoping we would have some
quiet time, just lie together and talk and touch our bodies together.  But
it boiled down to sex.  I took it and I gave back in kind, and satisfied
myself with that.
I had to dress him when we were finished.  We left the hotel and stopped on
the street where we usually parted company.  Neither of said anything for a
moment.
"Hey, I'll come in town to say good-bye before I leave," he said.
"You dam well better," I said.
I was afraid he wasn't going to make it back.  It was down to mere days
unless his departure date had been changed.  I was at Toby's every night
waiting for him. Two nights....three.....four nights passed and I was getting
panicky.  If he couldn't make it back one more time he would call.  Unless......
    God, I ached just thinking about it.
Finally, the fifth night, Jason came into Toby's in his whites, without the
sling.
"You're out of the sling already?"  I asked.
"Not supposed to be, but I'm not going to wear a sling with my uniform," he
said.  "It's getting better fast; I'm exercising it."
It was the first time I'd seen him in dress uniform and he looked stunning,
if that can be said of a man.  The way he filled it out in the chest and
arms and shoulders was almost criminal.  There was no room left in the
sleeves.  I thought he might have had the blouse tailored the way it sloped
down to his slim waist.  From there, his thighs fairly bulged against the
white material and right where his thighs met, well, he could have been
arrested for that.  Geezuss, I was surprised they let him get by with a
bulge like that, but then what could they do about it?  I could see that he
had on boxers, which was the reason he wore boxers, because you could see
through the material. Once when he turned, I got a look at his butt and
almost got light-headed.
There were medals on the left side of his blouse; over a dozen of them.  It
was the first I realized that he had medals, although it stood to reason
that he would. He never talked about having any. I didn't recognize some of
them but I did know the Purple Heart, Bronze Star and Silver Star, none of
which I had.  I had about eight of the others.
"Shit, you've got your own fruit salad started there," Toby said, nodding to
the array of color on his chest.
He laughed and shrugged like it was no big deal.  It wasn't, to him.  "Yeah,
it breaks up the monotony of the white, don't you think?"
Without it being said, we both knew this would be our last night together.
We said our goodbyes in a way that neither of us would forget. I suggested
getting a room at a better hotel but Jason said the Trent was okay; that it
was where we ought to go.  So I got the suite; the only one. It was the same
size room as the others but it had a small sitting room with a balcony
overlooking the street and a big bathtub along with the shower.
"You know what, I'm going to take a fuckin' bath," he said.  "A nice long
one. You wanta join me?"
"Can you get out of your uniform?" I asked.
"Yeah."
The tub had the fixtures on the side.  Jason laid back in the water and I
stepped in and laid back against the other end of the tub.  I laid my legs
over his and we slid down so our balls were touching.
"Do you think we can manage to do it like this, in the tub?" he asked.
"Are you kidding?  Is there anyplace we can't manage?"
He fucked me in the tub and thought it would be a fun idea to shoot in the
water. He pulled out and sent long, thick, powerful bursts of semen into the
water.  The stuff shot out hard but then stopped and floated.  We got out
and dried off and went to the bed.  We stretched out and gazed up at the
ceiling fan.
"Seems like there're a hundred things we ought to be saying," he said.
That surprised me, and I wondered what things he thought ought to be said.
I knew what I wanted to say to him. I was glad I didn't.
"I guess all the important stuff has already been said. Right?" he went on.
"What I would say, you wouldn't want to hear," I said.  "There is one thing,
though."
"What?"
"I'm going to make love to you before you go."
He cocked his head around with a smiling scowl.
"Not that.....hell, I wouldn't even think of trying to fuck you, for real, but
everything else, its open season."
"Well, if a Marine is going do it, I guess there's nothing I can do about
it," he said.
I almost laughed.  I couldn't lay finger on him if he didn't want me to.  He
could disable me with one finger. I don't know if it was love making to
Jason but it was to me, in its purest form.  I worshipped him physically.  I
worshipped him emotionally.  There wasn't one inch of his muscular body that
my lips didn't touch. I took my time, and he let me. I made it last most of
the night.  I drove him half-crazy.  He begged me to make him come.  I
finally did, but only after I extracted a promise that he would let me
continue right through his climax.  I took his powerful load in my mouth and
never let go of his cock.  The second time I spent most of my time with my
tongue in his ass.
"Goddam, this is more agony that getting my cock sucked," he moaned. "You're
gonna make me come again doing this, aren't you?"
"You got it," I said.  "And I want you on your back, bent in half when it
happens."
"You're gonna do that to me again.....make me shoot all over myself."
"With your mouth open," I added.
He pretended I was forcing him but in reality, he was a willing partner and
I felt good about that.  It made me wonder if he might have found the
courage to reciprocate in some way, given enough time.  I didn't dwell on it
though.  There wasn't enough time and it wasn't that important to me.  His
pleasure was mine.  I drove him nuts all over again.  He was moaning and
groaning and gasping for air, begging me to stop and give him a break,
begging me to make him come again.  I had him tilted up, bent in half so his
cock was aimed right at his mouth.  Hell, it almost reached his mouth.  I
gave his hot, clenching ass everything I knew how.  He tasted awesome and
pulled his hole wide open and buried my mouth to get more of his flavor.  It
was more than he cold take.  He cried out, an animal-like cry, and I felt
his asshole clench and sort of flutter and I knew he was coming. I kept
tonguing his ass and kept him bent in half till I was sure he was finished.
When I let him down....well, he had white-washed his face and shoulders and
neck.  There were streaks of come across his mouth and some over his nose
and he was having a hard time breathing.  He found his briefs to clean the
stuff off but I wouldn't let him.
As I lifted his legs and let them down on either side of me I leaned up over
him with my face over his.  Our eyes met but he looked away.  But he looked
back, just as I was lowering my face, a look of horror in his eyes.  I
brushed my lips over his come-slick lips and flicked my tongue out.  I
kissed him.  He tried not to kiss me back but he finally succumbed.  It was
easy to force my tongue into his mouth and I was surprised to find his mouth
full of come that he was trying not to swallow.
"Give it to me," I whispered as I lashed my tongue around in his mouthful of
come and sucked it up.  He gave it up willingly but our kiss became too
passionate and I gave it back to him.  I kissed him relentlessly, purposely
forcing him to swallow his own come.  He fought it but finally gave in and
swallowed.  He even finished the kiss, with even greater passion.
"Dam, I don't believe you made me do that!" he gasped.
I laughed.  Like I could force him to do anything.
He swallowed repeatedly, using his own spit to wash down the taste of his
semen.  For me, it was the ultimate act of love from him, even though I knew
the greater part of it was lust.  He simply got caught up in the moment and
I easily forced him over the top.  But when he fucked me the last time, I
sensed that he was really feeling something besides the sex.
We took another bath in the early morning hours but we didn't have sex
again. It was enough to lie in the bathtub together, and on the bed till it
was time to get dressed and head back.  I ached as he covered his muscular
body with clothes. I drank in every ripple of bulging muscle to carry the
image with me till we met up again.  I thought we would say good-bye in the
room, but when he was dressed he was ready to go.  It bothered me a little
that he seemed so anxious to part.  We stopped at the usual spot along the
street, where we had to part ways, and it was an awkward moment.
"Well, I guess this is it," I said.
"For now," he said.  He shifted his weight and I took in the movement of his
muscles beneath his uniform.  "You know, for all I feel and don't feel......."
But he cut himself off.
"What?" I asked.  I wanted to hear it.  "I want to hear it," I said.
He laughed softly.  "It's the only fuckin' thing I've been able to do in
return in this relationship....I just wish I'd kissed you good-bye back in the
room.  I would do it now......."
"Just hearing you say it is enough," I said.
"Well......"  He put out his hand.
We shook hands and parted company.  I turned around once and he had turned
around too.  He waved and I waved and mouthed the words, "I Love You" but I
don't think he saw me.  If he did, he didn't acknowledge it.  I looked
around again but he was walking away.  I took in the manly image of him once
more; his wife shoulders and slim waist, the thick, muscular legs and his
tight, bubble butt churning inside his uniform pants....and I never looked
back again.  I headed back to my barracks and began a raging battle against
depression. Godd, I was going to miss him.
I didn't wage the battle in the barracks.  I took it to the field.  Battling
depression screwed up my head and made me do stupid things.  I went to other
bars besides Toby's and got drunk and got in fights and picked up
prostitutes so often that I wondered if I was going straight. Definitely, I
had to acknowledge the Bi gene that was in me.  But the other one was still
there, a lot stronger. Over a short time I made other contacts at Toby's.
It was easy.  All I had to do was go back to the rest room and hang my cock
out and see who else had his cock hanging out.  From there all it took was
eye contact.  I made more contacts than I should've.  So many that I was
feeling guilty and ashamed.
One night I went with some other guys.....a cab full....to a house somewhere on
the other side of town.  I don't know who the place belonged to but it
obviously belonged to someone with money.  There was a courtyard with
gardens surrounding it and rooms that were plush by the local standards.
Everybody knew what we were there for and there was no time wasted in
everybody getting naked.  There was food laid out by three very young, slim
and cute Vietnamese boys and plenty of drink that soon led us to the reason
we were all there.  It started out paring off and I ended up back in a dark
corner of the garden with another young, hunky marine who was hot and
desperate for sex.  I gave it to him and very unlike Jason, he returned the
favor.  Another guy found us and joined in.  By the time the fourth guy
crept into the dark-ness I'd been fucked three times and given back in kind.
  I don't know how many it takes to make an orgy but it was turning into one
real fast.  I knew it'd reached full orgy status when the three boys were
brought in on it.
I fucked and sucked cock and ate ass with abandon, and got fucked and got my
cock sucked and my ass ate out.  With the help of the booze, we literally
fucked ourselves into a stupor.  I woke up, still in the corner of the
garden, entangled with two other GIs and one of the Vietnamese boys.  I felt
the boy's cock throbbing against my butt. When he tried to put it in me I
crawled out of the pile of bodies and stumbled off to find my clothes.  I
wasn't sure I ended up with all of my own clothes, but they fit so I guess
mine would fit him.
I didn't wait for the others to leave.  I left alone, still not quiet
believing that such a place existed.  I was in a daze heading back.  When I
got back to the barracks and showered, I took off a pair of shorts that had
a laundry mark that wasn't mine.  Also, in the back of my head, I had the
awful thought that there might have been cameras recording everything that
went on.  I vowed I wouldn't do such a stupid thing again.  After that I
more or less took it out on the prisoners they brought in.