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A Marine Called Jason

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Chapter One

I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn't. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up. Toby's Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, smoky, not very fancy, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby's also catered to gays. Not openly. He didn't advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former Marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. He liked it and stayed. Nobody messed with him.

I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby got me another beer without me asking for it. I didn't know if he knew who I was waiting on but if he did he didn't say so.

"Did she stand you up?" he asked.

"Too early to tell," I said. That was the way it was...a lot of times he knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms. It was a code; one that even the straight guys respected if they found out about you. It wouldn't have been that way in any other bar. Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with loud homophobia. One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays. They didn't make any bones about it. They talked to each other loud enough that others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy was gay. Toby put a stop to it right away. Politely at first, till one of the stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay. Toby played along with them. He nodded for them to follow him back to the rest room. Moments later, there was a lot of noise back there, then the back door was slamming shut. Toby came back to the bar without a scratch. The other two guys came out, one embarrassedly nursing a bloody nose and the other one with a black eye and holding his stomach. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to mess with Toby.

I didn't say who I was. Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds, regulation jarhead, buzz-cut Marine. My 196 pounds were good, solid muscle. Most of us were; we had a workout room right in the barracks. The guy I was waiting on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a five-ten frame that made him look heavier. He was Navy, which I liked to kid him was a distant cousin to the Marines. More correctly, he was a Navy SEAL. Okay, you want all of it....he was a sniper.

I started to get the sweats as the night wore on. He should have been there an hour ago. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had happened to him. I tried to shrug it off. It was something we both understood and lived with... him, obviously, more than me. He was the Navy SEAL, doing covert ops. I was just an interpreter at Intel...interrogation...we dealt many times with the guys he sometimes brought in. I tried more than once to imagine how I would handle it if he didn't come back from one of those missions. I couldn't even think about it without getting suck to my stomach.

Finally, he was there. I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it. He had incredibly wide shoulders with balled muscles that looked soccer balls and big arms sticking out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle. He had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his waist, held up not by a belt but by his round, tight bubble butt. He sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as if he weren't late at all. I didn't make mention of it either.

"You been waiting long?" he asked.

Toby brought him a beer.

"Only since noon," I said.

He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried. He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place out and see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him. There was and he went over to a table to say hello. I was watching in the mirror over the bar. A waitress came up to the table with a half dozen beers and ran her cold hand down his bare arm. He cringed and laughed and smacked her on the ass. A hooker came up to his other side and put her arms around his waist and squeezed his butt and said something in his ear. He laughed and squeezed her butt hard and she left. It was like that with him; with all Navy SEALs. They were quiet, unassuming heroes that took it all in stride. I could have been jealous except that I was happy in my own skin, and I marveled that he was as comfortable with me as he was with women. He came back to his bar stool with that little twist and swagger in his hips.

"I was afraid you wouldn't make it," I said after first looking around to see if anybody was in earshot. There was nobody except Toby and he didn't matter but you had to be always on guard about everything you said.

"I did," he said.

As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him; especially his huge arms sticking out of his shirt. Dam, they were sexy. It was easier for me to look at him in the mirror but I was still cautious.

Jason looked around the bar and asked. "Did you get a room?"

I nodded. We talked for awhile, bringing Toby into the conversation when he had time. Jason downed the rest of his beer and slid the bottle across the bar with a finality that said he was ready to go.

"Hey, Toby, if those two girls show up, tell them don't go away, we'll be back," he said in a loud voice as he stood down off the barstool. It didn't matter whether Toby believed there really were two girls. Somehow, I think he knew better.

A dozen blocks away, down side streets and through alleys, was what was known as the Trent Hotel. It wasn't designed as a hotel. It was a two-story structure that had been converted to a maze of rooms and they put a hotel sign over the door. On the way, Jason stopped off in a gift shop. I told him the room number, 238, and went on to the hotel. He would spend a few minutes in the shop then leave and go down the alley and come into the hotel by way of the rear stairs. The hotel clerk knew the routine. It wasn't smart for two GIs to be seen going into a hotel together unless there were one or two women on their arms.

I went up the stairs to the room. I'd already showered and got ready for him. I took a big dose of breath freshener and took off my clothes, down to my shorts. I was waiting on the bed when he came in. He double-bolted the door behind him and went over and closed the shutters over the windows facing the street. He left the windows open that faced the alley and a blank wall but he was always careful, afraid there might be somebody spying from a window across the street. He began taking off his clothes which always made me breathless, all the while with his eyes on me, and that thrilled me that he was so open about wanting me so. I loved everything about him; his looks, eyes, sense of humor, most of all his body. His triceps danced as he took off his boots and socks. He stood up and his arms bulged as he took off his pants. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs, still wearing his muscle shirt and his briefs. He crossed his arms across his chest and pulled his shirt up, his torso spreading out wide when he pulled it off over his head. I leaned up and placed my hands on his sides, high on the V where the finger-like muscles rapped around his rib cage, then on up into his hairy armpits. He tossed the shirt aside and his pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib cage when he lowered his arms. Nice hair there, too, a spattering on each side around his tits then the neat, straight line down the center of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to shove his briefs down but I stopped him.

"Wait. Leave them on...let me look at you for a minute."

He moved his hands down to his sides and knelt there, a little awkward, with a goofy, embarrassed smile on his face. I let my eyes rake up and down his muscular body, zeroing in on his tiny briefs. They weren't regulation, although they should have been. The military would save a lot of money on material if they were regulation. There was barely anything to them; two thin strips curved up over his hipbones trying mightily to support the weight in the pouch stretched around his manhood. They barely contained his massive manhood, and stretched so low that you could see the curls of hair over the top.

"You ought to be on a recruiting poster," I said

"Like this?"

"If I was in charge of recruiting."

"Is that enough looking?" he asked, shrugging his heavy shoulders.

"Yeah. Are you getting anxious?"

"You know it," he said. He shoved his briefs down and lifted each knee to shove them off. His big cock hanging out proudly, not yet hard but thick and meaty, with a network of bulging veins. My breath caught in my throat. His cock was easily six/seven inches, with a network of bluish veins under the silken sheath that gave it a bit of a gnarled, virile look when he was hard. He never got hard fast. It was like he took his time, no big rush, it would be hard when the time came.

"I don't know how you carry all that around," I said.

He laughed as he ran his hands up and down my thighs several times then tugged at my shorts. I raised up so he could take them off of me. I watched his muscles bulge and ripple and it was a moment of feeling ravished as he stripped me naked. He tossed my shorts to me and his eyes shifted to my own cock but didn't linger. He was just noticing, with no particular desire for it except that it made me a man and a man was what he wanted. But there was desire in his eyes.

"Godd, you look good to me," he said as he leaned up over me on his hands and knees and clamped his mouth over my right pec. I gasped and moaned as he flicked my tit with his tongue then sucked on it. The after-shave bristle on his face felt good.

"Your tits getting bigger?" he asked.

"If they are, you made them that way," I said. They would get bigger with him sucking on them.

He reached down and lifted my left leg around his hip and I lifted them both, tilting my butt up for him. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my butt, made slick with his precome. His cock was hard now. Hard and big. Hard and HUGE. I trembled a little inside with the familiar anticipation.

"I know you like some foreplay but I'm so damned horny," he said, poking his cock at the slick hole.

"I've told you the foreplay is seeing you come through the door, watching you take off your clothes and walk toward the bed. It's all the foreplay I need."

"You're something else, you know that? So dammed unselfish."

"I'll be anything you want me to be." I said

I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my clenching hole. He picked up my shorts and handed them to me. He was always afraid I would make too much noise.

"I'm okay," I said.

"I like to see `em in your mouth," he said.

I let him stuff my shorts in my mouth. He pushed and I pushed my asshole back at him with that little twinge of fear that always came over me the moment before I was about to be penetrated and impaled on the huge cock. I tried not to remember the pain. I could feel the awesome power behind his cock, drawn from his tight, hard butt muscles. Suddenly his cock popped through, leaving me wide-eyed as it always did when he entered me, a lot of it from the excruciating pain. He barely paused before he sank all the way in me, all ten-plus- maybe-eleven inches, up to his balls.

"Ohh, Goddddd!" I moaned softly as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The weight of his balls felt wonderful against my butt.

"Ohhhh, Fuucckkk! I've wanted this so bad," he gasped. He held still with his cock buried deep in my guts. "You okay?"

I pulled my shorts out of my mouth. "You always ask that and what do I always say?"

"But I know it hurts," he said. "Tell me it doesn't hurt. You can't hide it, hard as you try."

"It hurts like hell, but not for long and nothing I can't handle," I assured him.

He squeezed his butt muscles several times, forcing his cock to nudge at my innermost being, then slowly he withdrew most of the way then slid back in several times; then he set his rhythm and he was fucking me.

"Ohhh...Ohhhhh...Awwhhhh," I moaned softly.

"Ohh, yeah...you are so hot and tight," he whispered.

"That's a true miracle, considering the size of your cock stretching me," I said.

"You must have muscles in your shit, to be so tight after all these times," he said. "And so alive! Fuck, it feels like a bunch of tiny fingers squeezing my cock."

He leaned over me and kissed my chest as he fucked me with a steady rhythm. He kissed down my abs then back up across my chest and along the side of my neck. He had a light bristle on his face even though he had shaved. He always had it. I turned my face toward him a little but he moved back down my chest. He always avoided my face. He raised up and looked down at his cock going and in and out of me. "Fuck, that is so hot, watching your asshole squeeze around my cock, watching it stretch and pull out when I pull back. Looks like it's gonna turn inside out."

"It feels like it," I said.

He leaned down and began kissing my chest again. He really liked my tits. He loved making them swell so he could suck and nibble on them. He kissed back and forth across my chest, down my abs to the safety point where he didn't get too close to my cock, then moved his full lips up across my chest to my neck. His lips sent shivers all through me. When he was kissing up my neck again...lingering there...I broke the spell.

"Why don't you go ahead," I said.

"Go ahead and what?' he asked.

"Kiss me. I think you want to. It's all right."

He trailed his lips back down to my chest and sucked my tits again. Then he raised his head and looked at me. His thick, powerful neck was so sexy and it made me weak inside, he was so handsome.

"I wish you hadn't said that," he said hoarsely.

"Why?" I was afraid I'd fucked things up. I well knew how macho he was and maybe the idea of two guys kissing turned him off. We had never done it before.

"I was afraid you wouldn't want me to," he said.

"How come you didn't want me to say it?" I asked.

"Because now there's nothing stopping me," he said. He lowered his head, his face close to mine. His eyes shifted all around as if he were trying to recognize me, then his eyes met mine. We gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment; I think a moment of indecision for him, maybe doubt.

"I may never do this again but I want to do it once," he said.

I think I whinnied when his lips brushed over mine, or maybe it was him, or both of us. I didn't kiss him back at first. I didn't want to appear too eager; I wanted him to lead the way down this new path of pleasure. I wanted the experiment and the experience to be all his, because the doubts were his. He flicked his tongue out and traced it back and forth on my lips. I let them go slack and he took my lower lip between his. I whinnied softly as he washed it with his tongue. When he parted, my lips were parted to welcome his tongue. When our tongues touched and sent a shiver through me, I began kissing him back. He lashed his tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth. It was definitely him who squealed when I did that. It turned into a long, experimental kiss, with more passion than I think either of us expected. It was almost more an act of love making all by itself. Finally he broke away with a tiny gasp, his head hung, his eyes half closed.

"Geezuss, I wish I hadn't done that," he said.

"Why?"

"Because I think I liked it."

"You liked it but you didn't want to," I said.

"It was hotter than any kiss I remember with a woman."

"I guess I shouldn't say I'm glad."

He bent me more in half, my legs spread out wide, and pressed his body down against mine. Our muscles strained and flexed and slid together with our sweat. He fucked me, using long, steady strokes, his great cock gouging out the inner-most depths of me. I was always amazed how I was able to take his huge meat so deep. I wrapped my arms around his broad, powerful shoulders and hung on. I kissed the hard column of his muscular neck.

"You feel so fuckin' good....your muscles....its so different from the softness of a woman," he said.

"Careful what you say, you might get to liking it too much," I joked.

"I already do," he said, he said, laughing.

He fucked me hard, he fucked me gentle, he was on the way to fucking my brains out.

"I gotta come. I wanta come so bad," he whispered. "I'll fuck you again but I have to drop this load I've been carrying around before I implode."

"Give it to me," I said. He picked up his pace and I hung on for dear life and clamped my open mouth against his neck as he pounded me unmercifully with his big cock. I wished he had clamped his mouth over mine so we could have kissed all through his climax but I would not initiate it. I held him tight, his muscles flexed hard and rippling, till suddenly he gasped and moaned and trembled and half sobbed. Then his cock was shooting great loads of hot semen deep inside me. It took a long time for him to empty his balls; he had a lot to come. I fought to hold off myself. He would want to fuck me again pretty quick and I wanted to be ready and still primed for him. He hovered over me, his great chest heaving and his abs rippling with his heavy breathing. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead.

"How long have you been saving that?" I asked, holding him close with my arms and legs around him.

"Since last time with you." He slowly withdrew his cock and toppled off to lie beside me, as if he didn't want the intimacy now that he had come. He was sometimes like that. He wasn't exactly loving when we were together and I was surprised when he shoved his arm under my pillow and pulled me close. He needed this so much. Part of his sexual intensity was the release of all the pressure that he had to leave behind. It was as if all his fears and emotions were drained out of him when he shot off. It was hard for me to imagine Jason being afraid of anything but he told me he was, a lot, when he was out there.

"It's always so intense after so long a time," he said.

"The last time was only a week ago," I said.

"You don't know how long my weeks are."

"No, I don't. I don't think I could do what you do," I said.

"Maybe, but what you do is just as important. It wouldn't do me any good to bring them in if there wasn't somebody skilled in getting information out of them."

"There must be a lot of them you don't bring in," I said.

He paused. "Most of them I don't. Most of them they just want taken out. But it's their call," he said nonchalantly. "All they have to do is drop their weapons, drop to their knees and put their hands on top of their heads. Except if they've done anything stupid, like killed or wounded one of our guys. Then I don't give a fuck what info they've got, they're wasted."

I could feel his muscles tighten even as talked.

"You're just doing your job," I said. I never knew what to say when he talked about it.

"Yeah, fuckin-A-right, just doing the job. And I'm dam good at it," he said. Then he changed the subject. "I'm sorry I was so selfish and went off so quick, but I needed it," he said.

"I could tell, you were so intense."

"I'll fuck you again and we'll take our time. I'll find your spot and drive you up the walls."

"You do that anyway," I said.

We lay quietly for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling fan.

"You know, sometimes, when I'm laying out there waiting for a shot, I let my mind drift back to the time before with you. Sometimes I think that's what gets me through it."

"This is the first time you've even mentioned that you're a sniper," I said.

"Yeah, sometimes I do sniper duty. I volunteer for it. I'm a good shot, I feel like I have to. Best in the squad, probably the best in the whole company." He paused "Maybe not something I should be proud of, but I am."

"Why shouldn't you be proud of it?"

"Well, it's not something you can write home to Mom about," he said.

"Actually, neither is this," I said with a quiet laugh.

We were quiet again for a moment. But it was one of those times when Jason seemed to want to talk, at the same time he didn't want to.

"I know what you're wanting to ask me," he said.

"But I won't ask."

"And I won't answer you. I will tell you, so far I've never had a miss," he said with a steely determination in his tone.

"I can't imagine doing what you do. I wouldn't have the courage."

"It's not a matter of courage. It's not like that. It's a mater of dealing with your fear and doing what you've been trained to do."

"I know, you always make light of it. You all do."

"What do you want me to do, strut around, bragging? I don't need to. You know I'm a stud without all the bravado," he said with a mischievous grin.

"You don't have to brag that you're a stud. It's tattooed on your forehead. You're a hero to a lot of people, including me and there's nothing you can say to change that," I told him.

"Is that why you take such good care of me?" he asked, laughing.

"You need taken care of and I like doing it. Call it my contribution to the war effort."

"Fuck, you're a Marine, just like me. You make your contribution," he said.

"I'm a Marine but not like you. Besides, you're navy. The Marines only pays your salary."

"You guys love rubbing it in, don't you? You like to make it sound like we're the bastard kids at the family reunion."

"Sometimes you act like the bastard kids. But that's what makes you SEALs."

"I don't feel like a hero when I blow some poor guy away when he doesn't even know I'm there," he said in a somber, husky tone.

"You're doing what you were trained to do," I reminded him. "And he must know you're out there, somewhere, waiting."

"But he doesn't know where, or when." He quickly changed the subject again. "Are you ready? I'm ready to start some more maneuvers," he said.

"Yes."

"Prepare to get fucked, Marine," he said as he rolled over on top of me.

"Yes, sir."

"This one's for you," he said as he probed my ass with his hot, stiff cock.

And it was. He made it good, as only he could do. He probed at my insides from all angles, twisting his lean hips around in circles, making his huge cock lob around inside me so there was nothing untouched.

"Ohhhhhh...Ohh...Ohhhhh...Ohhhhh," I gasped as his cock slid repeatedly over my prostate.

"I found it, didn't I?" he said with a grin.

"Oh, yeah...ohh, fuck yeah...Like that!.....Ohhh fuck me!"

He fucked me for over an hour the second time. He fucked me like a machine, as if he had no feelings in his own body. On my back, he folded my body in half and pressed me like a hamburger, so tight I could hardly breath. He truly did make it all for me. He exhausted me. I was a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from the pleasure of it by the time he made me go off.

"Ohh, Godd...Ohh, Jason...Jason, fuck me...fuck me... HARD...Ohhh, yessss, do it..awwwwhhhh, you're making me come...!" My cock quivered as it shot out great spurts of come all over my shoulder and chest and stomach.

He didn't shoot. I felt his cock still throbbing inside my mushed-up ass after I'd shot off.

"Geezuss, it feels like that thing's still hard," I said.

"Yeah, it is, but it don't matter."

I laughed. "Feels like it matters a lot," I said, squeezing him with my ass.

"Hey, sometimes I am in control of my cock," he growled.

"Maybe, but not often," I chided him.

He raised up on his haunches and looked down at our juncture.

"I don't think you ass wants to let me go," he said.

"Then don't go," I said.

"I think you've had all you can handle," he said. He slowly pulled his cock out and my asshole clenched the air before it began to close up. It always amazed me that it ever did close up after being stretched and battered by his huge cock.

He lay beside me and we watched his cock throb, glistening with our juices. He gave me his arm as a pillow. His bicep was big enough but too hard to be comfortable; but I didn't tell him, and I didn't move off of it. Instead I let my head tilt down so my face was nuzzled in his armpit. The hair was damp and he smelled of fresh sweat and deodorant. We dozed off for awhile then Jason got up and showered. I waited on the bed. I wanted to shower with him but he didn't invite me and I didn't suggest it. I hoped that he would sometime, in his own time. All things in his own time; like when he'd kissed me.

"Got everything all nice and clean for you," he said as he came out of the bathroom drying off, giving special attention to his manhood. I leaned up across the bed, ready to take him.

"Naw, you don't have to. I was just kidding," he said as he kept drying off.

He never understood; it wasn't a case of have to. I wanted to. I always wanted to. Godd, how I wanted to give him pleasure every way I knew how. With his back to me he bent over to dry his legs.

"Ohh, dam, I wish you wouldn't do that," I moaned.

He laughed over his shoulder. I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Back up here," I said.

He stepped back and stood squarely in front of me. I ran my hands up his thighs to his butt.

"You can go ahead and dry your legs," I said.

When he bent over his buns spread open, revealing the dark aperture of his most secret entrance, half hidden with a soft flurry of protective hair. I leaned in and pressed my face against his butt and began licking the crevice.

"OHhh...Ohhhh, mannnnn!" he moaned softly.

I flicked the hole with my tongue and licked his ass till his legs were shaking and he had to grab the chair for support. I pulled his butt apart and drove my tongue through his hole.

"AAAwhwhhhh! Awww, Fuck, I love it when you do that!" he cried.

I dove lower and licked his balls, then went back to his ass. He spread his legs wider. I wanted to crawl into his body and I think he would have let me. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He straightened and turned around. His cock hit me in the face. I dove for it and began sucking him.

"Ohhh, yeah...suck it...awwwwhhhh...ohhhhhh, you got me so hot...I wanta come again...suck it, baby...ohhh, suck it...don't stop!...I'm gonna COME!...ohhh, take my load....!"

I was amazed at the volume of his second load. I swallowed and washed his cock with my tongue before letting it go. I was still swallowing the taste of him as I showered. He surprised me by coming into the bathroom to talk while I was in the shower. Not about anything important; nothing about his job, but it was nice having him there.

We got dressed but didn't check out, and went back to Toby's. We took a table by the dartboard instead of sitting at the bar. I thought maybe Jason didn't want to talk to Toby, didn't want him to be asking questions about us. Not that he would. Nothing was said about the women who were supposedly going to meet us. We sat and drank beer and I reveled in his company and dreaded the moment when he would go. I was so sore from being folded in half and squashed by his heavy muscles that I could hardly breath. It felt like my ribs were crushed. When the guys at the barracks asked what was wrong, I told them I'd been in a fight and got hit in the ribs.

Chapter Two

Toby brought us a couple more beers, with a thin smile on his handsome face. He didn't say anything, just set the beer down and smiled then went back to the bar.

"He thinks he knows something," Jason said.

"It's pretty hard to fool Toby," I said.

A young sailor sauntered up to the table like he knew us.

"Hey guys you want some company?" he asked as he slid his hand down his left thigh casually brushing his hand over his crotch. "Okay if I sit down?" He was cute as hell, slender but well built, filled out his whites real nice. He shouldn't have been wearing his uniform in Toby's, though. It was too blatant.

"Back away from the table while you still can," Jason told him in a low, threatening tone that surprised even me.

"Hey...okay, no harm done, man. I just thought....," he stammered as he moved back and turned away.

"You didn't have to be so hard on him," I said as the sailor walked away.

"You want him, go after him," Jason said rather sullenly.

"Hell, I've got all the Marine I can handle right here," I said quietly.

"I'm Navy," he said.

"You're just as much Marine," I said.

"He's dangerous," Jason said. "Strutting in here in that uniform, being so bold with guys he doesn't even know. Toby ought to say something to him."

"I think you just did, enough for tonight, anyway."

"I'm getting bugged out in here. Let's go for a walk," Jason said.

We downed our beer and I paid our tab and we headed out. There was something exciting yet calming about being on the streets of Saigon late at night. The neon lights were like the midway at a carnival. We walked down the main drag and turned down a narrower street. Jason didn't say anything so I didn't either. Sometimes, I knew he just wanted to be quiet. That was okay with me; I was always pleased those times that he simply wanted my company. And when he wanted to talk, I liked that too.

Another GI and a woman were walking down the other side of the street. Some guys came around the corner ahead of us; there were four of them and they were drunk.

"Uh-oh, that's trouble," I said quietly.

"They're too drunk to be trouble," Jason said calmly.

Twenty yards from us they crossed the street. We walked on past them till we heard the woman let out a tiny scream, followed by a loud heaving groan. We turned around to see the GI staggering back against the wall, holding his gut. Two of the guys were dragging the woman off. The guy straightened as best he could and went after them. Without a word or hesitation, Jason and I headed across the street. We blocked their way.

"Let her go," Jason said.

"Or what?"

"You're going to wish you had," he said.

The boyfriend joined us, tearing at them in a rage to get the girl away from them.

"Cool down, we just want to share your pussy," one of them said as two of them shoved him down.

"Let her go," Jason said again.

If they'd known him like I did, they would have let go and run like hell. They didn't know that the calm in his voice was like a fuse about ready to set off an explosion.

"What the hell is it to you, two guys out for a romantic stroll?"

"Don't do this," I warned wearily.

One of the guys holding the girl grabbed her between her legs and her boyfriend lunged again. I grabbed the other guy who was holding her and took him to his knees with a quick twist of his arm behind his back.

"AWWooohhhh, fuck, you're breaking my arm!" he yelled.

"Stop moving, it won't hurt so bad," I said, and jerked up hard to make it hurt worse. He yelled louder.

Whatever else happened didn't register, it happened so fast. Suddenly a second guy was laying on the sidewalk, doubled over holding his balls. The girl was free and safe in the arms of her boyfriend and Jason was methodically reducing the remaining two men to slumping heaps.

"You need any help?" I asked.

"Nope," he said as he landed precise and deadly punches at first one then the other. In a matter of seconds they both went down like two sacks of potatoes. I gave my man a shove toward the heap, jerking his arm one last time for good measure. He yelled and slumped over his buddies.

"You lovebirds stay right here, I'll have the MPs come and give you a ride," Jason said.

"No, fuck no, don't call the MPs," they begged.

"What are you, navy? You want the shore patrol?" I asked.

"No, we don't want anybody."

"MPs it is, then," Jason said.

I could tell by his tone that he had no intention of calling anybody. I turned to the guy and his girlfriend who was sobbing uncontrollably.

"You guys all right?" I asked.

"I am. She will be," the guy said. "Thanks."

"Hey, it was the most fun I've had all night," Jason said.

"Thanks, anyway. I hate to think what they would've done if you hadn't come along," the man said.

"Well, we did, and they didn't, so why don't you take your girl to a nice quiet spot and have a drink before you take her home." I said.

"Thank you," the girl said as we were walking off.

"Hey," Jason said to me. He gave me a tight, mischievous grin.

"What?"

"That was a real adrenalin rush and you know adrenalin always pumps up my testosterone," he said.

"What the hell do you want me to do about it?" I said.

"Hey, fucker, remember, you left me with a hardon back in the room," he said.

"Sounds like a personal problem to me."

"You wanta head back?" he asked me in a serious tone.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I do."

I had thought we would walk around and then he would head back to his unit, but we still had the hotel room. Now I got the impression that he didn't want to go back.

"You're going out again tomorrow, aren't you?" I said. It wasn't a question because I knew the answer.

"Yeah."

"And you need to get charged up before you go back to your unit."

"I just need to know there's a world out there besides, what I...." He cut himself off. "A world to come back to," he finished. "And sometimes...sometimes, man, you're pretty much it."

We went back to the hotel for the hours we both had left on our passes. He fucked my eyeballs out, leaving me wondering where the hell he got his stamina. But we spent as much time just lying together and talking about nothing.

I went to Toby's the next night because I couldn't stand to be in the barracks. I went the next night to wait on Jason although I didn't expect him to show up. The young sailor who had approached us a couple of nights before came up to me at the bar but didn't take a stool.

"I'm probably out of line again but I gotta ask, who is that big stud I see you with? You guys meet up then leave together," he said.

"We just meet up here, have a couple of beers, then he likes to go to the strip clubs," I said.

"Any interest in a third party tagging long?"

"No."

"Are you speaking for him?" he asked.

"I guess I am, he ain't here," I said.

"Maybe I am out of line," he said.

"Maybe you are."

"But I'm not wrong...am I?" he asked warily.

"About what?"

"Just tell me, is he, uh....private domain, or....fair game?"

"I thought he set you straight the other night," I said with a scowl. "I wouldn't try what I think you're thinking. I wouldn't even think it," I warned. "He's a Navy SEAL, he could kill you with one hand."

"How about you?" he asked.

"What about me?"

"Any interest?" he asked.

I found myself weakening. "Depends," I said.

"On what?" he asked.

"What you're interested in."

"Anything you're willing to teach me," he said. He was a kid compared to me, even though he was probably only a year or two younger, and he hadn't been in country very long. You could just tell. I figured he was eighteen, he was in uniform, but he could've joined at seventeen. I smiled at him with half a scowl. "Are you saying you're cherry?" I asked.

"Yes. I don't mean with women."

"Even if you're not out of line, you're a dumb ass. How do you know I'm not undercover?"

"If you are, then I guess my ass is toast," he said.

My balls kicked in and I waved Toby over to get us two beers.

"I'm going to give you some advice," I said to the young sailor. "Don't be so bold and blatant. You're going to get yourself and others in trouble, and you're going to screw Toby in the process. Don't wear your uniform and come off like you did the other night."

"I just wanted to make myself understood," he said.

"Anybody that's interested will catch the vibes," I said.

"Okay, thanks for the heads-up," he said. "I'm new at this."

"It shows. They'll pick up those vibes, too," I told him.

"How about it, are you going to be my teacher?" he asked.

"Yeah, but we do things my way, all the way, no questions asked. Think you can handle that?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're talking about handling a Marine," I warned.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, here's what you do. You go get a room at the Trent Hotel then come back and tell me the room number. You go back to the room and wait, I'll come along a few minutes later."

"Okay, but why all the intrigue?"

"Lesson number one. You never go into a hotel with another guy, unless you've got a woman on your arm," I said. "The MPs and Shore Patrol are full of homophobes."

"Thanks again for the heads up. You're teaching me something already."

"You ain't learned nothin' yet," I said.

The sailor followed my instructions and went to get the room; number 234. Toby had witnessed the developments.

"Uhh...I don't want to intrude, but for the record, what do you want me to tell Jason if he comes in?" he asked.

"Tell him to wait. I'll come back here before I head back to the barracks, to see if he's showed up. This kid needs some shaping up."

"Toby smiled. "And the Marines are just the ones to do it," he said, laughing.

I walked back to the Trent Hotel and went up the back stairs from the alley. I tapped on the door and a voice told me it was open. He was standing at the window, looking out over the streets, in his sock feet.

"You shouldn't leave the door unlocked," I said as I went inside and latched it behind me.

He seemed nervous, even as I sat on the edge of the bed to take my shoes and socks off.

"Are you going to shed that uniform or stand there and stargaze?" I asked.

I said the kid filled out his uniform nicely. He looked nice out of it. He was small of stature but he was ripped and smooth as hell. Shit, he didn't have one hair on his chest. His entire body was tight as a drum. Including his ass. He had a butt to die for, at least what I could make out through his shorts.

"I hope I'm what you want," he said hoarsely

"This isn't about what I want. You said you wanted me to teach you the ropes." I took off my shirt and pants and hung them over the chair.

"Yes. I....I think I'm gay."

"That's not something you want to advertise," I said as I peeled my shorts down.

"No, I...I just wanted you to know."

"I sort of figured that out when you tried to pick me up," I said. I skinned my T-shirt off and stood naked.

"Dam, you're built nice," he said.

"Thanks, you're built pretty god yourself."

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I think we'll skip Sex 101 and come back to it later," I said

"I don't know what you mean."

"You ever sucked cock?"

"No."

"Well, we're going to skip that and go for the good stuff," I said. "So stretch out on the bed, on your stomach for starters."

"You're gonna....f-fuck me...?"

"That's what we're here for, isn't it? You said you wanted to learn...."

"Yes....yes, I want you to show me everything." He was an eager student but he was scared. "Is it gonna hurt?" he asked as he was scrambling on the bed.

"I won't lie to you. It's gonna hurt like hell at first for about a minute," I said.

"I don't know if I want to do this. You're cock is so big," he said. "I know, I don't have any choice," he added.

"Getting Fucked 101....you gotta pass it to graduate," I said.

"Tell me....what to do," he stammered nervously.

"On your stomach is always the best way to start, because you butt muscles won't let a guy get his cock all the way in you. On your back, he's pretty much got control and can go in as deep as he wants. You can be in control if you get on top and ride him. On your hands and knees, he's going to gouge your ass out."

"Okay. Which way are you gonna do it?" he asked.

"Just like you are, on your stomach. I don't want to hurt you any more than it has to. But first I wanta work you up to it."

"How's that?" he asked.

"Just stretch out and spread your legs and tilt your butt up, I'll show you."

When he was in the position, I spit in the crack of his ass and wet my finger. He jumped when I touched his hole but quickly calmed down. He winced when I shoved my finger through but relaxed again when he realized it didn't hurt. I probed around for his love nut. I wanted him to get a taste of what it felt like so he would want something bigger than my finger. I wanted him to beg for my cock.

"OHhhh!" he gasped with surprise when I found his prostate. "Ohh...Ohhhh, goddam!....Awwww, fuck what is that?"

"That's your prostate. Feels good, don't it?"

"Awww, fuck yeah...Ohhhhh, if this is what it's gonna be like getting fucked...."

"Yeah, you're gonna be begging for it," I said with a chuckle. I worked him into a frenzy, till he was practically begging for my cock. I positioned myself between his legs and aimed my cock between his buns but just rubbed the head up and down in the crack.

"Are you ready?"

"Awww, yeah...give it to me...I want you to fuck me."

"Don't forget you said that," I said.

I plugged up his gaping hole with the head of my cock and he whimpered with anticipation.

"Ohh, I can hardly wait," he gasped breathlessly.

It hurt when I penetrated his hole, just like I said, but probably more than he imagined it would. He muffled his scream in the pillow but held on and rode it out. He was a determined little fucker. I buried deep as I could and held still till he got used to it.

"You tell me when you're ready," I told him.

After a moment he jerked the pillow aside, his eyes wide. He didn't tell me but I could tell the way he squirmed around under me that he was ready. I fucked him slow and easy till he told me I could fuck him harder. He was a quick learner, or I was a good teacher. I fucked him for awhile on his stomach then turned him over on his back, then and on his hands and knees to demonstrate what I'd told him and show him how much deeper I went in those positions. He wanted to ride my cock so I stretched out and let him on top. I even fucked him standing up. He loved that. I pulled my cock out of his ass and made him suck it. He didn't seem to mind that either.

"Okay, I'm gonna shoot all over your face," I told him. "And sometimes, guys like to kiss after that. Some don't, so don't do it unless they suggest it."

"I don't wanna do that," he said with a frown, shaking his head. "I don't want to kiss."

"You've had my cock down your throat, fresh out of your ass. What the hell is the big problem with kissing?" I said.

"A straight guy wouldn't want to kiss another guy anyway, especially with come all over his face," he said.

I had to laugh at that. "You get a straight guy in a fuck-frenzy, you'll be surprised at what he'll do."

I held his head firmly with my hands and told him to suck and jack me off at the same time. He cringed with almost fearful anticipation. Without warning, I began blasting his face with heavy streams of thick come. I didn't have to hold his head; he took it like a man. Like I said, he was a good student. He even opened his mouth but I didn't know if it was by accident. When I was finished to dripping, I tilted his face in my hands and leaned down with my face real close to his like I was going to kiss him. He squealed, with a look of horror in his eyes but I think he was ready to do it. But instead, I raised up. I didn't want to give even a hint that I wasn't straight.

"Yeah, right, you don't wanta kiss," I scoffed.

We didn't make love; we had sex. Raw, hard sex. He wanted to learn and I was eager to teach him. His stature made him easy to handle; I could almost toss him around like a rag doll. I wasn't brutal with him but I wasn't gentle either. I was determined to show him everything I could from the standpoint of a man, showed him what he had to do to satisfy a man. If he was going to be gay, I wanted to show him how. For those couple of hours he was my slave more than I was his teacher. After I fucked him twice, I taught him to suck cock, how to use his tongue to its best advantage, how to keep his lips between his teeth and my cock. He wasn't at all hesitant about taking my cock in his mouth.

"A little more tongue," I told him. "Yeah, give me some head....slurp it."

He got scared when I tried to shove it down his throat.

"I don't think I can take that...I don't see how it's gonna fit," he said.

"It'll fit," I assured him. "I'll walk you through it. Try to relax your throat muscles, breath normal, push your tongue way up under my cock and it'll slide right down your tongue into your throat."

He barely attempted it; he kept backing off.

"Lay on your back across the bed, let your head hang over the edge of the mattress," I said.

He assumed the position and I straddled his head and held it in my hands. I guided my cock into his mouth and sank it right into his throat. He groaned in panic and tried to fight me off but I held on tight and forced my cock in to the balls. He was practically screaming before I pulled out.

"Geezuss, you're trying to kill me?"

"You took it," I said.

"Yeah....yeah, I guess I did," he said with a smile.

"Okay, let's do it again."

"Don't force me this time. Let me take it on my own. I'll do it, I promise."

And he did. He did a lot of choking and gagging but he mastered it and was proud as hell when he finally gulped it all the way down and his face was buried in my hair. He sucked my cock and went for my balls without being told.

"Take it easy on a guy's balls unless he tells you to get rough," I said.

"Do you like it rough?"

"Yeah, chow down on `em," I said.

He balked when I told him it was time to eat my ass, even though he said he wanted to try it, but he was afraid to. I figured the best way was to get him right into it. I stood on the bed astraddle his head and sat on his face. He was tentative at first, which I expected, but squatting down over his face like that, my asshole was pretty much exposed and he went for it.

"Pull my ass open and get your tongue in there," I told him.

He was still hesitant, I think because of what he was afraid he might find, but I reached back and stretched my hole wide open and sat down hard. Forced to do it, he quickly discovered that he liked it. He moaned and tongued me, holding my butt down tight against his face.

"Yeeaaaaah, that's it. Fuck me with your tongue."

I had to pull my butt away from him to continue with the lessons. He really liked eating ass, and he had a tongue that was easy to educate. It was one of my favorite things to have done to me and he got me real hot real fast. Too hot, too fast. He balked again at taking my load when I told him I wanted to come.

"I don't think I can do that," he said as he was stroking my cock, aimed away from his face because he thought I was getting close.

"You don't have any choice," I said.

"I know I'm gonna choke and gag," he said.

"So what?"

"You're gonna force me," he said.

"Yeah...my way, all the way," I reminded him. I think he didn't mind being forced. "When I shoot off, I'm gonna have my cock down your throat. You won't taste a thing at first. You'll feel it, though. Then while I'm coming, I' m gonna pull my cock out till I'm shooting right in your mouth. You're gonna really taste it then. You just keep sucking till I'm done coming, but don't swallow till I pull my cock out of your mouth."

"Oh, Geezuss, I gotta swallow your load? I gotta eat your come?"

"Yeah, that goes with the territory," I said.

"W-what does it taste like?"

"Like come. Didn't you get a taste when I shot all over your face?"

"No."

I started fucking his face. He choked and gagged on my cock but I held him to it for a moment before I eased up. I pulled out of his mouth. His eyes were watering and he wiped his spit off his mouth.

"Did you...shoot?" he asked, gasping.

"No, just giving you a rest," I said.

He eyed my cock and put his hand around it. "Fuck, I don't believe I had that down my throat."

"You loved it," I said.

"Yeah."yeah, I did, but I still don't believe I took it."

"We're not done," I said, stroking my cock up over his face.

He opened wide and I gave him my cock again, right down to the balls. He choked and gagged but not as bad as the first time. I stuck it to him this time, fucking his throat till I shot off. I knew he could feel me shooting by the way he whimpered and moaned. He did okay, better than I expected. I withdrew part way and gave him a mouthful and kept my cock in his mouth for a couple of minutes to force him to hold my load. Finally, I pulled out.

"Okay, swallow," I said.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then gulped it down. I don't think he liked it from the face he made but he did okay.

"Goddam, I don't ever want to do that again," he said.

"Yeah, you will," I said. "You gotta do it again in order to graduate, and you better know, one thing for sure, straight guys are gonna expect you to swallow."

We showered together and he wanted to suck my cock again...and tongue my ass. I let him but we didn't go through it all again. Toward the end I gave him a load to practice on and he swallowed it without hesitation. He was learning. If there'd been an exam afterwards he would have gotten an A. I told him we would take up where we left off next me we met up at Toby's.

"What do you mean? What else is there?" he asked with disbelief.

"Next time you get to take your exam. I'm going to grade you on how well you fuck my ass."

He looked dumbfounded.

"Hey, I'm jerking yourchain," I chided him.

Then he looked disappointed. "Yeah, I thought....I was sure you were straight," he said.

He left, happy with the lessons. I left drained. Teaching takes a lot out of you. I went back to Toby's but Jason wasn't there. I waited around through two more beers then headed back to the barracks. The CQ told me I had a phone call.

"A guy named Jason said he would hook up with you later, but he couldn't say when."

I knew what that meant.

"Oh, and you've got a temporary assignment; you leave at 0700 tomorrow," he added.

Fuck! Jason was out for I didn't know how long but I wouldn't be here if he came in. Still, it wouldn't be so bad with both of us being gone at the same time. I got sent on temporary assignment pretty often, usually when they'd captured a guy that was too high-risk to move and bring to us for fear of being ambushed. Maybe it was someone Jason had taken in.

Chapter Three

Jason returned before I got back to my unit. They told me he'd called and when I went to Toby's he told me Jason had been in. The young sailor I had met up with just before I left came up to the bar where I was sitting. I remembered his name; Steve.

"Your buddy was in," the sailor said as he stood beside my stool.

"Okay."

"Yeah, I, uh....I sort of made myself known."

"Good."

"Yeah, he was. I'm sure glad I had you to teach me the ropes and break me in first. Dam, that guy is a stallion."

I turned and looked at him.

"Is that hurt or jealousy or pissed I see on your face?" he said with a smirk.

"He wouldn't like you talking like that about him," I said.

"I wouldn't be to anyone but you," he said. "If it's any consolation, he was looking for you. But since you weren't here, well, somebody had to do the job." He had a knowing smirk on his face that led me to believe that somehow, he knew I wasn't the straight teacher he thought I was. I didn't say anything to confirm or deny.

I whirled around and stood off the bar stool and walked away, suddenly consumed with the emotional impact of what he'd said. The emotions he thought he saw on my face were all there. I was hurt, I was jealous and yeah, I was pissed. I was being a first-class hypocrite, too. Hell, I'd broken the kid in, for chrissakes, taught him everything he knew. What right did I have to be pissed at Jason for balling the guy? Nobody mentioned if Jason had said he was coming back so I didn't hang around. I headed for my barracks.

I was a mess for the next several days. And nights. I went to Toby's every night but came away empty-handed. When I was chosen again to go on temporary assignment I practically begged to get out of it. I told the sergeant I was supposed to meet a girl.

"Shit, she must be something, you're practically kissing my ass."

"If that's what it takes," I said. It had been too long, and I wanted to be around if Jason called. I think I would have gone back into the office and kissed his bare ass of I had to. I got out of it so I was there when Jason called again.

"Hey, can you get off?" he asked.

"Why, you couldn't get hold of Steve?" I asked with sarcasm. Fuck, where did that come from? He'd been out God-knows-where and he probably didn't' even remember fucking the guy, and I was spouting off like a jealous woman. I guess I was jealous.

"What?"

"The sailor. He pretty much filled me in," I said.

"I'll be at Toby's. Be there if you want to," he said gruffly and hung up.

Pissed and hurt as I was, I went. Nothing could've kept me away. I swung by the Trent and got a room just in case. Jason was at the bar. I hesitated in the shadows at the door to look at him, laughing and talking to Toby, the muscles of his arms bulging and flexing as he gestured. When I stepped inside and he saw me he held up his hand to stop Toby from getting me a beer.

"Let's go," he said, without his usual smile, as he stood down from the barstool.

I went outside with him. I thought he was headed for the hotel but we walked in all different directions and even passed right by the Trent Hotel twice. I was beginning to feel I'd made a mistake spouting off to him the way I did about the sailor.

"What's this shit about this guy, Steve?" he demanded.

"You tell me," I shot back.

"There's nothing to tell."

"That's not the way he tells it."

"I should be flattered that you sound jealous but I don't have time to deal with that," Jason said. "He was there, you weren't, and you know how I am when I come back in. Not that it should matter but just know that he didn't mean a dam thing except getting my rocks off."

"Somehow, I would've expected you to pick up a woman for that," I said.

"He came on to me first," he said.

"Last time, you told him to get lost."

"Last time I was with you," he shot back. "I did call, you know."

"I was on temporary assignment in Nha Trang."

"I know. They said they didn't know when you would get back. Look, if you think I owe you an apology, okay. I don't think I do but I will apologize if you want me to."

That surprised me. "No," I said.

"Well, for your information, Steve isn't my type."

"Oh. I didn't realize you had a type," I said.

"Geezusss, After all we've been through together you haven't figured out my type?"

"Let me guess...anybody that's handy?" I said.

"I said, it was getting my rocks off. Hell, it could've just as easily been with a woman if he hadn't come on the scene first, and you wouldn't have had any problem with that, would you? Shit, man, the whole thing barely lasted a half hour. And for somebody who thought he was so hot to trot, it was hard to even get him warmed up."

"Meaning he couldn't handle you, huh," I said with a smirk that eased the tension more.

"No."

"He said you fucked him," I said.

"Not even close," Jason scoffed. "Hell, I barely got the head in. He's a wimp. He was carrying on like a little school virgin. He couldn't take it. He ended up sucking me off and that was it. So can we reduce it to what it was? I got a blowjob. And he wasn't all that good at it."

I felt guilty as hell, treating Jason like this, burdened with the secret that I'd broken Steve in when Jason was away. "Let's forget it," I said. "You're back, safe and sound, and that's all that matters to me. I'm sorry I made such a big deal out of it. I had no right to."

"Maybe I should be flattered," he said with a sly grin.

I stopped. "Look, before we go any farther....."

"What?" he asked.

"I, uh....I had Steve, too," I said.

He looked at me with his eyes wide with surprise, then laughed.

"In fact, I broke him in. I got this cherry," I went on. "You wouldn't have been able to even get the head in if I hadn't already busted his cherry for you."

"You fucker," he said, laughing, and punched me on the shoulder.

I was both relieved and ashamed that he was taking it so well after the way I acted toward him. He walked on and I took up his stride. We walked several blocks in silence, the way he sometimes did. I never knew what was going on in that hand-some head when he did that.

"You know you're like a brother to me," he said finally. "I don't like fighting like that. I get enough of that...."

I was taken aback. It was the first time he'd expressed any such feelings about me or between us.

"You're more than a brother to me," I said.

"Do you want to go back to the room? You got a room didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to go there?" he asked again.

"Question is, do you?"

"Yes, very much."

I was touched by his reply and his tone. We crossed the street and headed in the direction of the hotel. I was surprised when we went right in the front door together.

"Hey, man, have there been a couple of babes in here looking for a couple of GIs?" Jason asked the clerk to cover ourselves.

"If they were, they're upstairs with two other guys by now," the clerk replied.

"Fuckin' bitches," he swore as he went on to the stairs. In the room he closed and bolted the door then grabbed me and pulled us together. It wasn't an embrace except to bring our bodies together.

"Dam, feels like you're glad to see me," he said, smashing his loins against my hardon. "When did that happen?"

"When you slid the bolt," I replied.

He laughed. "I'm gonna slide the bolt all right."

He started to undress but I took over. It was like unwrapping a Christmas gift that you'd been aching for. I ached for him. I had to restrain myself from tearing his clothes off. After taking his shorts off and tossing them aside I paused on one knee to admire his massive cock. I loved the way he was cut, with a generous collar. It made his cock look muscular. I almost took it in my mouth but refrained, like putting off dessert.

Naked, he took my breath away. He was a like a god to me. He was absolute perfection in a man, beyond what I felt for him inside. I couldn't tell him any of this, of course; he would have been embarrassed. He was who he was, nothing more; while I wondered what it must be like to be him, with his raw courage, and to live inside a body like that.

"Stand right there," I said as I started taking off my clothes. Instead of going over to the bed, Jason sat in the chair to watch me undress. My cock was throbbing by the time I freed it from my shorts. Jason's cock always took longer to get hard simply because it was so big. He slumped down in the chair and spread his legs out. He held his cock upright and it stood at rigid attention. There was precome pouring up out of the wide slit

"Come here, have a seat," he said.

I walked over and took some of his precome on my fingertips and used it for lube. Then I straddled him with his cock firmly planted between my butt muscles. I worked it around to stretch my ass then finally bit the bullet, as I always did, and let my weight down on it. I let out a little gasp and tossed my head back in agony when the head popped through. Jason put his hands loosely around my hips, as if to soothe the pain he knew he was causing me. I rode down on it, and the feel of his hot meat shoving up into my body made me forget the pain.

"Awhhhhhhhhhhh," he moaned as I sat all the way down, his cock embedded, I don't know, somewhere up against my stomach maybe. I sat solid for a moment, squeezing his cock with my sphincter. Then I raised up to the head. I paused and his hands gripped me tighter, urging me back down. I lowered back down on it and went right back up. At the bottom I twisted my butt around in circles and bucked back and forth.

"Ohh, Fuck! Godd, it's good the way you do that!" he groaned

It was good for me, too. His cock was rubbing back and forth against my prostate, already more than I could stand.

"I like this, you being in control," he said.

"I'm"not"exactly...in control," I stammered between his cock rubbing across my prostate. "But that surprises me."

"It makes the anticipation greater, not knowing how you're going to move, what you're gonna do next."

"Now you know how I feel." I fucked him high and low, hard and gentle. It nearly sent him into orbit when I raised up, hesitated then dropped back down like the crystal ball in Times Square. Jason's big hands guided me up then his grip loosened for me to fall. It about blew the top of my head off when his cock jarred my prostate. Finally, I raised up part way and stopped.

"What's the matter?" he asked, loosening his grip on my hips.

"I've gotta stop for a minute, I'm getting too close."

"So shoot it," he said.

"No, I want you to go off, then we can stretch out on the bed."

"Hell, why didn't you say so?" he said as he pulled me down and thrust his cock up inside me. He took charge from there. I stayed standing astraddle his hips and he fucked me. My cock was spreading precome all over his chest and stomach. I hoped he didn't mind. He didn't seem to. My chest was at the level of his face.

"You've got great pecs, did I ever tell you that?" he said.

I trembled inside with anticipation; he was going to suck my tits and that always drove me crazy; worse when he did it while he was fucking me.

"Fuckers are standing up hard," he said, then leaned in and flicked my left tit with his tongue.

"Ohh," I gasped.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he said with a soft chuckle.

"Geezuss, Yess!" I moaned again when he clamped his mouth over my pec and sucked hard on my tit and drove his big, hot cock up in me at the same time. "Ohhhh...OHhh, Geezusss!"

"The other side's jealous," he said, and trailed his mouth and his tongue across my chest to my other tit. It stood up hard and proud too, begging for his attention.

"You're about to get your wish," he said as he brought me down and held me down hard and tight as he hunkered his cock up inside me. I squeezed and milked his cock with my ass. His body trembled and his muscles tightened. Then I felt his cock bolt inside me then there was the liquid heat of his come. I could actually feel the stuff squirting up through the thick seminal tube. I hoped the chair held up through his climax. Yeah, he needed this. He relaxed, finally and pulled me tight against him. His cock still pulsated deep inside me.

"I can feel your heart beating through your cock," I said.

"That IS my heart beating in there," he said. "My cock IS my heart."

"This is not going to be a pretty sight," I said as I started to raise up. I knew my ass would be stretched wide open and his come was going to come draining out like Niagra Falls

"Wait, we'll do it another way," he said. He stood up with surprising ease, holding my butt in one hand and I locked my legs around him. He walked us over to the sink in the corner of the room and grabbed a towel then went back over to the bed. He tossed the towel out across the bed and laid me down under him. Then he pulled his cock out and lay beside me.

The moments after were always a good indication of his mood. Sex was always foremost for both of us, especially for him, but then he reverted to his true self. He was quiet, and relaxed this time. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. He needed what he got from me and I was more than happy to oblige, and he knew I would be there for him again and as long as he wanted me.

"I would love to see you in full gear, sometime, ready to go out," I said. "I would like to have some pictures of you."

"That could be arranged, I guess. I'll bring my gear with me next time. You bring your camera. Take all the pictures you want."

"How about some of you out of your gear?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

"Take all the pictures you want," he said again. He was more calm and unhurried than other times. "Turn over with your back to me," he said.

When I was on my side he spooned his body against mine. We lay like that for a long time, enjoying each other's bodies. I felt his cock growing hard again and he slid it up and down the crack of my ass. Soon it found my still relaxed hole. He shoved it inside me all the way and pulled me in tight against him with one arm locked around my chest.

"Let's just lie like this for awhile, okay?" he said.

"Yes. Your cock feels good throbbing up inside me, and your muscles feel good against my back."

"Man, I wish I could have you with me out on a patrol. We could lie like this under the stars while I wait to take my shot."

"Somehow I think me being out there would impede the mission," I said.

"I don't want to say I'm using you, but being with you gets me re-charged," he said.

"I don't know if that should be a compliment or not....I get you charged up to go out and kill." I felt him tense and he was silent. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"It's true," he said. "Awful as it sounds, it's true. But I don't consider it killing. It's called a kill but to me, it's taking out the enemy, nothing more nothing less, just like anybody else. Just like you would do. You have to stay focused on that."

"I'm terrified something will happen to you, Jason," I said in a choked, husky whisper.

He snuggled tighter against me and pressed one big hand hard over my right pec. "Don't be," he said. "I'm the best damned shot in the company. Nothing's going to happen to me."

"Somewhere out there, they've got a best shot," I said.

He laughed and his abs rippled against my back. "With what, a pea shooter? They gotta see me to shoot me. I'm an expert at camouflage, too. You could walk right over me and not even know I was there."

"You're an expert at anything you do," I said as I took his big hand in mine and held it tight against my chest. He flicked my tits and squeezed them between his fingers. I traced my fingers over his. He had such big hands, with long, thick fingers that could wrap so comfortably around a bayonet, and around a man's neck with deadly intent, or hold a rifle with such ease and deadly accuracy; or hold another man like he was holding me. He was indeed a highly trained and skilled killing machine. It was awesome to me that he could so easily turn into a skilled lover.

Chapter Four

One day about noon there was an explosion in the ally behind us that took out most of the building across the alley and blew out a big chunk of our facility. I was thrown against a wall....maybe through it...I didn't remember anything till I woke up in the hospital. It was a four-bed ward but two of the beds were empty and the other guy wasn't in the room when I woke up. I found out from the nurse that I had a lot of cuts and bruises, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder and a broken wrist. Several of the guy visited me and told me another guy, Gordon Brown, was in intensive care with both legs badly mangled and internal injuries. Another guy, Joey Anderson, was killed. I hurt for them, but mostly I was pissed at the VC.

When Jason called my unit they simply told him I was in the hospital. Now I heard the heavy boots coming down the hall and knew instinctively that it was Jason. He was walking fast and hard. But a few steps from the door he slowed and walked in nonchalantly, chuckling under his breath.

"And you thought it was going be me," he said.

"Don't start."

"Does this mean I have to go find Steve till you....?"

"Don't...start," I said again.

"Hey, I just kidding, you know that. No, what I'm going to do is have the nurses turn you over on your stomach. You're going to be here for a few days, there's no sense letting that tight butt of yours go to waste. I think the bed will hold our combined weight."

I couldn't help laughing, but then I swore at him for making me laugh when my ribs hurt so damned bad.

"They have no idea how this has impeded the war effort," he went on. "Shit, I'm not going to be able to hit a dam thing till you're recuperated."

"If it comes to that, go find Steve," I said. "We can't loose the war on account of me."

"And we can't win it on account of me," he said. "But I'm not going looking for Steve."

"I can handle it. I know how you are." I tried to sound light-hearted but somehow, I was afraid Steve had become a sticking point between us, otherwise he wouldn't have come up.

"I'll survive," he said. "Just don't spend too much time in that bed, or I am going to be crawling in there with you."

Jason sat and talked for awhile; longer than I expected because I knew how he felt about hospitals. I could tell after awhile that he was forcing it. He didn't want to be there in the hospital. I punched his shoulder and told him to go down to Toby's and have a beer. I was really telling him to go find Steve without saying the words but I don't know whether he caught that.

"Naw, I'm fine," he said.

We talked some more, and I was happy that he seemed to be as comfortable and okay with our conversation as he was when we were having sex.

"Hey, this isn't going to get you sent on R&R, is it?" he asked.

"Would that be so bad?"

"It wouldn't be good for the war effort, me going to Toby's and not finding you there."

"It's good to know that I'm essential to the war effort," I said.

"You know, that's not all that's between us," he said in a funny tone that I'd never heard before. "It scared me when they told me you were in the hospital. I know I'm going to meet a girl and fall in love and get married someday but.....I'm never going to forget us."

"Just know I'll always there, any time you need me or want me, any place, for anything," I told him.

"That's a pretty broad statement."

"I meant it to be. Do me a favor," I said.

"What's that?" he asked.

"When you do meet the lucky girl and decide to get married, let me know, would you? I want to know when to stop hoping and dreaming."

"Let you know, hell, you're gong to be there, as my best man," he said.

"I don't know if I could do that."

"You'll be there, then, as a groomsman. I definitely want you at the bachelor party."

"I guess I could handle that," I said.

"The way I've pictured it in my mind, you could spend my last night of freedom with me for our own private bachelor party."

"Talking like that, it doesn't sound like you're going to be ready to get married for a long time," I said.

"I will be ready when the time comes. But I want to hang onto this as long as I can."

"You've got me for as long as you want," I said. "Married or not," I added.

"You would help me cheat on my wife, is that what you're saying?"

"Absolutely. Although I wouldn't consider it cheating, with another guy."

"Point well taken. I'll have to give that some real hard thought. What about you, you'll meet somebody and get married and have kids."

"None of the above," I said. "If I do meet somebody you and I both know it won't be a woman. And I can't imagine any relationship so strong that it would exclude you if you ever needed me. Nothing's ever going to replace this for me." I paused for a moment then went on. "I'm going to say this, Jason."I know you don't like to get sappy, but it has to be said this one time, then I'll never speak of it again. I love you, man." I barely got the words squeezed out and I reached out and touched his hand, just briefly....a touch."nothing more...I didn't hold it or anything.

"Fuck, man...." He looked away as if he were trying to escape my words, or maybe he was looking to see if there was anybody around to hear us. "That's more than just sappy. That's...fuck, that's deep."

"You can't be surprised. You must have known," I said.

"Maybe....maybe I knew something, but it jolted me to hear you say it," he said.

I hoped he would say something in return but he didn't and I understood that he couldn't. He didn't have it in him; he just wasn't built that way.

The other guy, my roommate, came hobbling in on crutches and we had to turn the conversation to sports and women and bitching about the military.

It would be the only time Jason came to the hospital. I don't know if he went back to Toby's that night for a beer, or the other three nights I was in the hospital, but it didn't matter. I don't know if he looked for Steve. I got out and was put back on duty which was fine with me. Deep down, despite the bitching, I wanted to do my part in the war. And I was good at it, getting information out of the prisoners that the likes of Jason brought in. I think that's why I sort of got preferential treatment, because I was good. I could get a pass about anytime I wanted it. It got so lax that there were overnight passes made out with my name and signed, ready for me to pick up. The prisoners could wait; the colonel knew I would be primed to go to work on them when I got back.

As soon as I was able, I was back at Toby's, keeping my vigil. The cuts and bruises were healed to the point where they made me look rugged and tough. The wrist was still a bit tender but the shoulder was okay. The ribs were the slowest to heal; I knew I would have to be damned careful in bed with Jason. After two beers I headed for the rest room. There was Steve hunkered down, his back against the wall and a young soldier hunkered over him feeing him his cock. I went ballistic.

"Are you nuts!" I said as I grabbed the soldier's shoulder and pulled him away. His cock jerked out of Steve's mouth with a loud noise and swung around and the soldier grabbed it as if it hurt swinging like that. "You stupid fuck! The wrong guy walks in and sees that, we'll have the MPs or Shore Patrol crawling all over the place and there goes Toby's Bar."

I pulled Steve to his feet. He'd had too much to drink. I shoved him at the soldier who was trying to get his pants buttoned up over the lump of his manhood.

"Get you and your soldier boy a room," I growled.

I didn't tell Toby about the incident. No need for him to worry since I'd taken care of it. I had another beer and talked to Toby and had another beer. I was reaching my limit. I had a nice buzz on but another beer would make me unsteady on my feet, and my mouth had a tendency to get unsteady too when I had too much to drink.

"Doesn't look like he's going to show," Toby said.

"You would tell me if he was already in earlier, wouldn't you?" with a wary grin.

"Yes, unless he asked me not to."

"Did he? Was he?"

"No."

I downed my beer. "I'm heading back," I said. I walked back to the compound and headed for the barracks. No sense wasting good sack time. I barely got to sleep when someone woke me.

"Hey, there's somebody at the gate to see you. Says it's important."

My heart sank. God, he was hurt. Or worse! I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and socks and rushed out of the barracks, across the grass to the guard shack. I saw him standing there in full combat gear, just the way I'd wanted to see him. I was relieved that he was alive but still in a panic that something was seriously wrong.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

The guard stepped out of the shack to give us privacy.

"Talk," I said.

"I couldn't make it to Toby's tonight. I'm being relocated temporarily."

"Relocated where?" I asked.

"Qui Nhon. There are a couple of VC snipers up there causing a lot of mischief," he said.

"They called you to go all the way to Qui Nhon? Okay, I guess they wanted the best." He was like a bionic man. Like steel. There was no hint of a thought that he might be the one taken out. "How long?" I asked.

"I don't know. Till the job is done. It can take days, even weeks, just to set it up. They're good. Their guys haven't been able to take them out. We leave at 0700 hours. Can you get out tonight?"

"Yes. Just give me a minute to...oh, shit, I tore up my pass!" And I knew there were no more signed passes waiting. I stuck my head out of the shack. "What time do you go off duty?" I asked the guard.

"0700 hours," he replied.

"Look, you know I had a pass, you saw me tear it up. Will you let me out and back in? My brother's being relocated and we'd like to spend some time together before he leaves in the morning."

"Sure, but that's not going to clear you if you get stopped by the MPs or Shore Patrol," the guard said.

"We'll dodge them," Jason said.

"If you don't, tell them to call the guard shack. I'll try to cover for you. I doubt they're going to stop a SEAL in full combat gear except to kiss his boots."

I ran back to finish getting dressed. Luckily I'd already showered. When I got back to the gate Jason and the guard were talking and laughing like old friends.

"Hey, we owe you big time," Jason told the guard as he left.

"Forget it."

We took off down the street

"Do you want to get a room?" I asked.

"Yes. Do you think we can?"

We went up and down side streets and ducked in and out of alleys to get to the Trent Hotel without being seen. The desk clerk eyed Jason with suspicion, and with good cause, him being in full battle dress.

"What's going on?" he asked, indicating Jason in full combat uniform.

"I just got back in and I had them drop me off in town," Jason said. "My brother and I want to spend some time together before I go back out in the morning."

It seemed to satisfy the man. We went upstairs. Inside Jason closed the door and bolted it and took off his helmet.

"Will you wanted to see me in this getup," he said.

"Yes. Dam, you look awesome. So damned studly. If I saw you stalking me I think I would lay down my weapon and surrender."

"No you wouldn't. Besides, the point is for you not to see me." He started taking his gear and uniform off, laying everything neatly on the chair and floor.

"I don't know how you maneuver with all of that equipment," I said.

"It's part of you. It's an extension of your body, everything serving a purpose," he said.

I was naked before he was because he had a lot more to take off. Or maybe I was acting too eager, but I didn't care. I cared less when I saw the way he was looking at me as he stripped his uniform off, with that hungry look in his eyes.

"God, you never looked so good," he said.

I didn't like the way he said it. It excited me but it sounded oddly like he expected it to be our last time together, and it left a pain in the pit of my stomach. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and watched him. Every move he made was a thing of beauty. He was slowly transformed from a deadly fighting man to a naked stud; two hundred pounds of solid, ripped muscle; a god. When he was down to his shorts I took over. I slid off the bed to take them off of him.

"I know you don't like me down on my knees but I have to have some of this first," I said as I sucked his cock in my mouth.

He didn't object but he didn't leave me on my knees very long. I was kissing his hard, muscular thighs when he cupped his hands in my armpits and lifted me up to sit on the edge of the bed. It was a thing with him; he said being on your knees was an execution position. I wondered why he would think that, but I didn't ask. I didn't want to know. He stood between my legs at the edge of the bed and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. After a moment he put his hand around my head and set

one foot up on the mattress and laid me back across the bed so he could straddle my chest. He cradled my head in his hands and gently fucked my face.

I ran my hands over his muscles. I never tired of feeling his smooth strength. He set his balls on my mouth then raised farther up over me, practically sitting on my face with his butt spread open, and sat down on my face. I was surprised when I felt his hand on me...he never touched me like that. I could tell he was heading for my ass. I flung my legs out and pulled my hips up off the mattress to offer myself to him. He massaged my hole and probed then shoved his finger inside me. I moaned around his cock as his hard, big fingers, long and thick, bore into me like a small cock. Even bigger than some cocks I'd seen. I groaned louder and squealed when he found my prostate. I was amazed how the dam thing worked; it just lay there inside of me with all the rest of my internal organs with no feeling what-so-ever till something touched it then it showed no mercy. Neither did Jason. He rubbed the nut/gland and tapped it gently with his finger tips. I went nuts, groaning and whimpering around his cock and twisting my butt around.

"I think you need something bigger than my finger," he said with a grin.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved down between my legs. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and unceremoniously popped my hole with his cock but went no farther. I squeezed my sphincter tightly around the rim and grimaced from the pain.

"Godd, that feels good, you're so tight, your ass muscles are so powerful." After a few seconds he asked, "Do you want some more?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please, yes sir....fuck, man, just give it to me."

Laughing, he eased eleven inches of hot, thick cock inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as he skewered me on his huge meat and I groaned as he started fucking me.

"When you're ready to come, I want it in my mouth," I said.

"Sure. Man, you really like the stuff, don't you?"

"I want to take the taste of you back with me," I said. I knew that probably sounded screwy to him, and maybe even disgusted him, but he didn't let on.

He fucked me slowly, gently, almost like he was making love to me, although I knew he wasn't. I knew how he liked to get right into it...he was very physical."he liked to fuck....yet he was being so gentle and I had to wonder about that, too.

"You don't have to make love to me," I said.

"I'm not, but I want it to be as much for you as it is for me," he said.

"Fuck me then," I said. "Fuck me like you always do; like you know you want to."

He fucked me. He really fucked me, like a machine. I had to chew on my shorts to muffle my outcries. Surprisingly, he fucked me for nearly an hour....the first time. Usually he fucked hard and fast and got off right away the first time then all the other times would last longer. But he seemed intent on building up a real head of steam for the first round. Suddenly he pulled his cock out.

"You said you wanted it," he said hoarsely as he crawled up over me on his knees, fisting his cock.

I opened my mouth and he held my head just right to make a target. Suddenly he was shooting out great long, thick ropes of come. Some hit my face but most of it found the target and my mouth quickly filled up. He really had a load. It was running out of the corners of my mouth by the time he was done. He leaned up to squeeze his cock and milked out the rest of it into my mouth. I wallowed it around for a moment, savoring the texture and the taste of him.

"Was that enough for a taste to take back with you?" he asked.

I mumbled with my mouth full, unable to speak.

He put his thumb on my chin to push my jaw down and open my mouth.

"That is hotter than hell, seeing my come in your mouth."

I wallowed my tongue in the pool of warm come while he watched.

"Swallow it now," he said.

I opened my throat and let the stuff slide down.

"Aww, fuck, that is hot!"

We rested and talked for awhile but I knew he would want it again, and I was ready, willing and able to give it to him on command. I would've loved to stretch him out and suck his cock and make love to him and worship his body but I was happy with anything he wanted to do. I did suck him, as I often did, to another hardon. It was a time, when he was getting hard, when I was able to gulp and pull his cock into my throat for a minute or so before he got completely hard.

"You need to rest, let me do the work this time," I chided him as I moved astraddle him. I raised up, aimed his cock and sat down on it.

"Ohh, Goddd!" he groaned.

I twisted my butt around and slid back and forth on his loins, making his cock lob around inside me.

"Ohh, Fuck, I love it when you do that."

I rode him like that for a half hour, most of that time fighting down my own climax. It was always there, on the verge, ready to happen, with his cock pounding my prostate. I was getting good at holding off.

"I wanta come," I told him, finally.

"Hey, it's your show," he said

I rode him hard as I worked myself up. It didn't take long. It was only a matter of letting go, not holding it back. At the crucial moment I sat down hard and rode back and forth on his cock inside me instead of up and down. When I shot off I hit his face with a volley of come and he quickly held both hands down

in front of my cock to shield himself from it. I shot all over his hands and he was a mess. I had to suck in fresh air to keep the stars away.

"Fuck, man, you sure needed that, didn't you?" he said, lying there helpless and covered with my come. He didn't know what to do. He had my come all over his face and he couldn't wipe it off because his hands were full of come. He started to reach for the sheet but I stopped him.

"I'll take care of it," I said. I took his hands and flattened them on his stomach, dumping the come out and smearing it all over him. Then I leaned up and began kissing the come off his face and lapping it off his forehead sucked if off of his chest. All the while I was rubbing the stuff over his hard abs.

"Fuck this is hot, like a come bath and massage," he said.

Yeah, he was coming around, I thought, with a smile. I cleaned him up with my tongue. He squirmed under me as I licked the stuff out of the deep ridges of his abs.

We didn't waste much time recuperating. We didn't have the time and I wanted to give him all he needed to sustain him until he came back; and myself, too.

He was fucking me for the second time when he said, "I'm getting close, where do you want it?"

I told him to go ahead and shoot in my ass. He always left me a little dazed and disoriented when he fucked me. It was so intense and usually non-stop. It took me a minute for my brains to settle after he blew his load inside me. He paused enough to pull out and lie beside me but his cock didn't go down all the way and when it did, it raised right back up almost on command.

"Shit, is that thing on a switch?" I asked.

"You think we can go again?" he asked, rather sheepishly.

"Can you name a time when I wasn't ready?"

On my stomach, he mounted me again. He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my butt back hard onto his cock. I picked up on it and met his thrusts with my ass. He hunkered up over me, astraddle my butt, and fucked me unmercifully. The position, the tilt of my butt, seemed to let him go even deeper. He fucked me so hard that the head of the bed banged against the wall. Finally, he stopped, pulled out, stepped off the bed and pulled the bed several feet away from the wall. Then he climbed back on and resumed fucking me. My own pleasure was so intense and without letup. It was like one continuous, unending climax. My body did, in fact, responded periodically with a load of come."I don't know where it all came from...but it was almost out of my control. It seemed all he had to do was pound my prostate and it exploded with another load.

He shot me full, as if it were his first load that he'd saved up for me. Relieved, his legs started to tremble. I leaned forward and collapsed on the bed and he collapsed on top of me. I was lying in the warmth of my own come.

"Dam, you know how to fuck," I said, a little out of breath.

We rested for a short while and I felt his cock growing hard inside me yet again.

"Feels like you flipped the switch again," I said.

"Is it okay if I stay in there?" he asked. "I don't have to fuck you or anything; we'll roll over on our sides so I'm not crushing you."

We lay spooned, his cock throbbing in me. It was one of my favorite positions, and I think his. I fully expected him to fuck me again but it was enough for the moment.

It would be hard to say whether he fucked me two, three, four times or if it was just one long, continuous fuck, for his cock never completely went down. When he'd had enough of my ass I scooted down on the bed, pulling my pillow down with me so I was facing his manhood. I didn't suck him as much as I simply held his cock in my mouth.

I dreamed about us, and I was angry when I woke up but it was nice that I still had his cock in my mouth. I looked up and Jason was lying there watching me. He smiled and that turned into a laugh.

"You've been laying there sucking on my cock like a baby taking a tit," he said.

"Your milk's got more protein in it than mother's milk, though," I said.

He looked at his watch.

"Is it time for you to go?" I asked.

"Getting close."

I went to work on his cock full force. Before it was completely hard I moved to his balls then nuzzled down under them and went for his ass.

"Ohhh, fuck....we can't do this," he said as he pulled me up beside him. "You know what's gonna happen if I get started again."

I was deeply disappointed. We lay together. It was like he didn't want to let go of me. I looked at his watch again.

"We ought to shower so you can get back," I said. I was hoping he would say no, we still had time, but he got up. He put his hand down to pull me off the bed.

"Come on, shower with me," he said.

I was struck dumb. How many times had I lay, listening to him in the shower and longed to be in there with him. My happiness was dampened, though, by the uneasy feeling that he had asked me.

It was fun showering together. I was surprised again when he handed me the soap.

"You wore me out, you wanta do this for me?" he asked.

I washed his body without it turning sexual; it was more erotic for me. When he was drying off I took the towel to do it for him.

"I want to tell you goodbye," I said.

"Yeah""?" he said with a confused look.

"Like this," I said as I leaned in and kissed each of his pecs. I kissed his abs then down to his thighs. "I want to remember every inch of your body," I said hoarsely as I buried my face in his crotch to breath in the clean male aroma of him. I turned him around and kissed each side of his butt. It was he who pulled them apart so I could kiss his asshole. He bent over so his butt muscles would spread apart. I lapped my tongue all around and started to probe through his hole but he straightened. I stood up and he turned to face me. Before I knew what was happening he put his arms around me, one across my shoulders the other around my waist and with his hand on my butt.

"I want to tell you good-bye....like this," he said as he pressed his lips to mine.

I was stunned, and shaking with excitement. I closed my eyes and allowed him to pry my lips apart with his tongue. It was such a hard, yet tender, passionate kiss, laced with desperation and a dozen other emotions that neither of us could sort out or even cared about. I felt the surging tingle all through me but oddly neither of us got hard.

"Looks like I wore it out," he said as we parted and he looked at his cock.

"It wasn't that kind of kiss," I said.

"No. No, I guess it wasn't," he said.

Still nervous with excitement, I sat and watched him get dressed. It was a meticulous process, putting on each piece of gear and equipment. It was agonizing, too, watching his hard, rippling muscles be covered.

"Aren't you going to get dressed?" he asked.

"No, I...I think I'll stay for awhile," I said in a husky tone.

"No, I don't want to leave you here by yourself," he said. "We should be here only if we're together."

I was deeply touched by his sentiments. "All right," I said, and started getting dressed. "You get your ass back here in one piece when you're done," I said.

"I will. Don't worry, nothing's going to happen. They called for the best and that's what they got," he said.

"Your self confidence is as sexy as you are. Just hearing you talk like that gives me a hardon."

"Well, you're going to have to take care of it yourself. I've got a job to get done," he said. By his tone he had turned into that steely-hard, professional that made him the man he was.

We walked back to my barracks and stood at the gate. He looked at his watch again. "I'm running late, can you get me a ride to my unit?" he asked the guard.

We stood and talked small talk till a Jeep pulled up.

"I didn't want to leave you back there," he said quietly, looking down at his boots. "If one of us is there, the other one should be there."

"Yeah...Okay," I said.

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, kicking the toes of his boots in the dirt, like a young stallion anxious to bolt out of the gate. I think he was ready to go. A Jeep pulled up and swung around facing the direction it had come.

"Somebody called a taxi?" the young driver said.

Jason clasped his hand on my shoulder, our eyes met for a split second, and he climbed into the Jeep.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"Wherever the fuck I tell you," Jason said.

"Yes, sir!"

I stood and watched him drive away, an ache in my heart and a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Where's he headed?" the guard asked me.

"He didn't tell me."

"Special Ops, isn't he?"

"Navy SEAL. I think he's a sniper, but he's never said so."

"Navy SEAL and a sniper? He's gotta have a pair of the biggest balls in country," the guard said.

`"He has," I said, but the guard didn't get my meaning.

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 I 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. The smell of the hospital sickened me and I wanted to turn and leave but I rushed down the hallway in search of the most important person in my life. I slowed as I approached his room; as he had down when he came to see me. Just outside, I paused to take in a deep breath.

"We gotta stop meeting like this," I joked as I went in.

"Hey, fucker," he greeted me with a wide smile. He had a pretty good growth of beard which only made him look rugged. 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?" I asked.

"Nope, not yet."

"So, what happened?" I asked, finally.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Would you believe, the goddamed vehicle 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 of nothing serious.

"I didn't see any bone. It'll be okay in a couple of weeks."

"A couple?"

"A few weeks.....hell, I don't know," he said.

"Are your hands the only thing that got burned?"

He smiled and broke into a laugh. "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?" he asked.

"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. "Look, 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," he scoffed. "What would you suggest?"

"I'm not suggesting anything," I said. "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 swear, 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 if they weren't 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. "Well...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," I said.

"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 to talk to them 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.

"Not 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 something like that is 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 not care if you don't," she said.

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, with her tiny hands clasped over his broad, thick pecs. 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. From behind 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, or high-class porn.

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 like a tiny cowgirl on a wild stallion, till he settled still then she continued to ride slowly up and down his cock for a couple more minutes.

"Ohh, you shoot a lot. I feel it," she said.

"I've been saving it up," he joked.

"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 fucked her again, or she fucked him, for a long time. I was getting uneasy. I knew how he was; after he shot one load he could go on forever and 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, holding his bandaged hands up helplessly.

"Oh, you doing plenty, soldier," she told him.

Jason almost cringed at being called a soldier but he didn't say anything. How was she to know? 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. I kept sucking her tits and working on her clit and 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 in the aftermath, and 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. When she was dressed she kissed me on the cheek then stepped over and kissed Jason on the mouth. He kissed her back, big time, and for a long moment, I began to wonder if she might climb back on.

"I'm going to see her out," I told him. I walked her outside where I gave her another twenty bucks. "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 and the widest smile I ever saw on his handsome face.

"Looks like she winded you," I joked.

He could barely talk. "Fuck, man....I....needed.....that. Thanks," he managed to gasp.

"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.

"Naw, I'm gonna leave it and let the orderly take care of it," I said.

"Fuck, you are! If the night nurse comes in instead of the orderly, she'll have my balls for breakfast."

I had to laugh at his panic. 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 with his semen. 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!"

Instead, 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," I said.

"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."

"You needed help," I said. "But Ling 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.

"He's just going to have to suffer through it," the order said emphatically.

I walked along the street holding the condom in my cargo 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 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. This was nuts, but I couldn't let the stuff go to waste. I 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. I savored it for a long moment then swallowed. I had to take several gulps to get it all down. I still didn't want to throw the condom away. It was like a sacred vessel to me. I held it up, marveling at the size of it. It was an extra-large size to begin with and he had stretched it all out of shape. After several moments 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 was awake much of the night with the visions of Ling mounted atop Jason's muscular body, riding his big cock. I wished desperately that I could have taken her place.

I visited Jason every night he was in the hospital but I didn't bring him any more prostitutes. He asked about Ling but I put him off with a promise that I would treat him to a night at a whorehouse when he was released.

"Fuck, man, I can't wait. It's been over two weeks," he groaned, squirming in his bed.

Some part of me was enjoying his agony. "Well, you're going to be good and primed when you get out," I said, without sympathy.

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. The kid took it in stride. He scanned the clipboard in his hand and said, "Receiving blow jobs isn't 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 daringly.

He laughed. He didn't know if I was serious or joking and that's the way I intended it. But he came right back.

"Can I watch?" he asked, I think trying to pin me down to being serious or kidding around. But then we both let it go. It was too touchy a subject to even approach.

I guess I didn't realize just what bad shape he was in till I was there one night when the other orderly was on duty; the one who had let me slip Ling into Jason's room.

"How's the big guy doing?" I asked casually as I swung by the station.

"We would all do a lot better if you would bring that little gal in the red dress back for a visit," he said.

I stopped and turned around, surprised.

"Has he been asking for her?"

"No, I'm asking for her," he said.

Now I was really curious.

"Yeah, I know he didn't tell you," the orderly said.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"He had a wet dream the other night."