A Marine Called Jason Pt. 03

"That's a distinct possibility," he said. "My time's up in about three months and so far I haven't found any good reason to back to the world. I didn't like what I saw when I buried my buddy." He handed me a drink.

"I know. I didn't either." I told him about my experience with Jason's funeral.

"I can top that," he said. "My buddy's mother is an anti-war activist and she wouldn't allow a military funeral. No honor guard, not even in his uniform. He was buried in a suit. Not even a flag. I wasn't even allowed to wear my uniform. She wouldn't let the minister make any mention of his military service. She erased the whole time he was over here; that entire part of his life. His dad and older brother fought her on it but since she had custody when he was growing up the judge gave her say-so. I was so damned pissed.....and hurt. I was hurt for his dad and brother. Both of them were in the marines. I went out to the cemetery with them before I left, in uniform, along with some high school buddies.....guys we played football with.....and my rifle. We planted flags on his grave and I gave him a twenty-one-gun salute. One of the guys brought his trumpet and played taps. We gave him a proper burial. I doubt the flags stayed on his grave very long but the guys said they would see that he always had a flag even if they had to take one out there every day."

"Geezusss, what a bitch."

"I didn't even tell her goodbye when I left. Hell, I practically grew up in that house, but I didn't know who the fuck that woman was. He would have been so ashamed of her." He paused, or stopped, and quickly chugged the rest of his beer. "God, I miss him," he whispered, swiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

I was tearing up too. Then out of the blue he threw me a curve that hit me right between the eyes.

"Do you want to go to bed?"

I was taken aback, not completely sure how he was asking the question. He saw my surprised look.

"I'm taking a big risk here but I think we're in the same boat," he said. "If not, I'm just offering you a place to sack out for the night. If so....well....." He stood up and pulled his shirt out of his jeans. "I'm going to bed. If you want to join me.....I won't kick you out of bed."

I set my beer down and followed his tight bubble-butt over to the bed.

"Wow. I never had a come-on like that before," I said. "What made you think we're in the same boat?"

"In the church......I could tell you lost more than a Marine buddy. Loosing a buddy tears your guts out, but man, your heart was breaking."

He stripped off his clothes and stood and watched me undress.

"You top or bottom?" he asked boldly.

"Either....both," I replied.

"Good, so am I. This oughta be real interesting."

My second extension was coming to an end and Toby said we should celebrate before I left. I thought he meant buying me drinks for the night, or maybe going out on the town.

"Be here at closing time," he said.

I showed up, ready to celebrate. But when he was done cleaning up he didn't make any move to leave the bar.

"Let's go upstairs," he said.

Shit! I knew Toby lived up over the bar but I'd never been up there. My heart suddenly started thumping. If this is what he meant by celebrating......Dam, Toby was such a stud!

"I need to shower first," he said.

I'd already showered and he didn't invite me to join him so I waited in the tiny living room, on the couch. The bed was in a small alcove and the rest of the living room was taken up by a set of weights and a workout bench. He came out a short time later with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked sexy as hell. He was HOT.

"I didn't ask if you wanted to shower," he said.

"No. Well, yeah, but you didn't ask me," I joked.

"Fucked up there," he said. "But I'll make up for it." He stepped over my legs to get to the bed and the towel came off. It dropped and swirled to the floor when he was standing right in front of me. I don't know, maybe he made it happen, but there he was in all his naked, studly, muscular glory.

"Are you going to get naked, or am I supposed to get dressed?" he asked.

"Don't bother getting dressed," I said. I stood up and started taking my clothes off. Toby went over and sat back on the bed, his shoulders against the headboard and his legs spread out with his balls hanging down to the mattress. He was hung like he was built. Bulky solid. Heavy-looking. Thick. Dam, he made me hungry.

When I was naked I stood hesitantly for a moment.

"Lucky bastard," Toby said.

"Huh?"

"Jason. He had that at his beck and call," he said, nodding to my nakedness.

"Pretty much any time he wanted it," I admitted. But I was surprised and confused at Toby's remark. "I was the lucky one, though."

"Dam right. He was a stud."

"More than you know," I said. "Or maybe not......"

Toby shook his head. "It never happened," he said.

"It probably could have. He thought you were pretty hot," I said.

"I would never come into that tight circle you guys had," he said. "There wasn't room."

He was pulling on his cock. He patted the bed and I had to step over him to get to the other side. By the time I laid down, I swear, his cock was hard. Standing up between his legs like a club. He wasn't as big as Jason.....hell, nobody was as big as Jason.....but he was thick. I mean beer-can thick. His cock looked like a tall beer can with a head so big that it looked blunt. A network of thick, bluish veins added to the look of virility. Shit, his cock was muscular! I reached over for it. I couldn't get my hand around it any more than I could get my hand around a beer can.

"Dam, I don't know if I can even get my mouth around that," I said.

"Is that the way you want it?" he asked.

"For starters, yeah."

"Okay, but I'm open to anything," he said.

I bent over. His cock stretched my mouth something terrible. I could barely take him. The head was like trying to stuff a baseball in my mouth. I did what I could, lapping my tongue all around, swiping up the ball juice that ran copiously out of the wide opening. I mean wide. I was able to drive my tongue into the opening and dip the stuff out. Dam, he tasted good. I like ball juice better than come; the juicy stuff before the thick globs got mixed in, and he had plenty of it.

I sucked him and drooled and played with his balls. I slipped my fingers into the beginning of his crack, using my drool to work my way into the crevice. He didn't stop me but he didn't spread or offer me any encouragement either. After a few minutes I raised up.

"I'm doing the best I can," I said.

"You're doing great."

"I could take it better the other way."

"Are you sure? Well, maybe so, after Jason."

"He was huge," I said. "About twice as long, but he wasn't this thick. I never saw a cock this thick before."

"You still wanta try it on for size?" he asked.

"Yeah. Hell, I can't walk away from a challenge."

"How do you want it? On your back or on your stomach?"

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"On your stomach, but it goes in deeper that way. But what the hell, deep shouldn't be any problem for you, after Jason." He twisted around to get some lube out of the drawer of the nightstand and I stretched out on my stomach. He had a condom too that he held up like he was asking if he should use it.

"It's your call," I said.

"Good." He tossed the condom aside. "I hate ‘em. They're all too tight."

"No wonder," I said, as I reached out and worked the lube all over his cock. He gave me some more on my fingertips and I put it in my hole. He positioned himself between my legs and I lifted them onto his shoulders.

"Fuck! You've got an awesome ass," he said as he squeezed my butt muscles. "I've wanted this ass since the first time you talked into my bar."

"Why didn't you say so?"

He laughed. "It was pretty much occupied," he said. He set the head of his cock against my hole and pushed a little. "Are you sure you wanta do this? It's gonna be awfully tight."

"You've been in tight places before," I said. He started to say something else but I cut him off. "Hey, you're talking to a Marine, I'll handle it," I said.

It was a lot of bravado on my part. I was always apprehensive just before getting my ass plugged but this time I was approaching scared. Toby was going to pry my ass wide open. I closed my eyes and sucked in a quick breath of air as he pushed harder. I was ready. I wanted it. I opened my eyes and let them rake over his incredibly-muscled body; that would heighten my desire even more. I reached up and squeezed his pecs then his tits.

"Ohhhhhh," he gasped. "Fuck.....yeah.....squeeze ‘em.....pull ‘em......Ohhh, yeah, man, here.....goes.....!" With that he entered me.

"Oh, Geezusss!!" I exclaimed. I froze. "Fuck!" It felt like he had truly shoved a beer can through my asshole.

"You said you could handle it......are you sure?" he asked.

I cringed under the excruciating pain. "Goddam!" I gasped.

"I can take it out," he said.

"You fuckin' take it out, you're gonna have a real fight on your hands," I said.

He pushed harder and I winced and started gasping like I was in labor. I was sucking in air like a steam engine. I should've been getting used to it but he deeper he went the thicker his cock felt. I hadn't noticed that he was thick at the bottom but he was sure prying me open.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Oh, Fuck......don't even ask!" I gasped through nervous laughter. "Just give it to me.....all the way.....shove it in me and let's get it over with."

He obliged. He didn't slam me but he gave one hard, serious shove and his cock was embedded in my guts like meat in a sausage casing.

"My Goddd!"

"I'm not pulling out now," he said.
I tried squeezing my asshole around his cock but he was so big I couldn't feel it doing anything.

"You tell me when you're ready," he said.

"Ready for what?"

"Ready to be fucked."

"What the fuck are you doing now?" I blurted.

"Waiting for you to get used to it," he said.

The banter helped. I squeezed harder and was greatly relieved when it started not hurting so bad when I did that. I could finally feel my tight sphincter muscles contracting around his cock. I had feeling again, and it was feeling good. His girth was stretching me all the way in so that it didn't matter that he wasn't as long as Jason. Without asking or waiting for me to say so, he started fucking me.

"Ohhh, go easy......easy, man....it feels like you're pulling my ass inside out."

He fucked me easy but with great determination, not to be put off by my whimpering. His cock was like an electric prod emitting tiny shock waves all the way in and out. He had me trembling. He was good. He was incredible. Godd, he was making me feel things that even Jason hadn't made me feel.

"Geezusss," I gasped softly.

"You okay?"

"Awwhh, yeah......Fuck, I'm okay.....fuck me, man.....Godd, your cock feels incredible. Fuck me. Just leave me an asshole."

Toby was good; talented, and long winded. He had the moves and staying power that are rare among men. I didn't know what the big O was all about, but Toby had me on the verge of something with every throb and move of his cock. I hadn't felt anything like this since Jason.

"You getting close?" he asked. "You look like you're about to come."

"I've been close for a long time. I've been close with every stroke of your cock. I don't know what's holding me off."

"I can take you over the top if you want," he said.

"Take me anywhere you wanta take me," I said breathlessly.

He started driving his cock into me at odd angles, twisting his hips, lobbing his cock around inside me. He pulled back till just the head of his cock was lodged in my ass and the thick, gristle rim pulled on my ass muscle. It felt wonderful. He used cork-screw motions that drove me crazy. The blunt head of his cock hit and rubbed against my prostate which made me want to scream. He was fucking me with a steady, determined pace, working me up, pushing me toward insanity when suddenly he slammed into me like a pile driver with a loud gushing groan.

"Aw, Shit!......Fuck, man, I hope you]re close......cause I'm gonna come..... I can't hold it back......I'm gonna come......!" His entire body bulged and flexed like a mountain of muscle and shook and seconds later he was pumping heavy loads of come inside me. Fuck, the stuff was hot!

I wasn't quite there. I willed my climax but it just wouldn't happen. Sensing my frustration, Toby fucked me like a madman to try to get me to go off.

"It's okay, man, I don't have t come," I gasped.

He pounded my butt a dozen more times then slowed down.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I had you close.....but all of a sudden my trigger tripped.....your ass is so hot and tight and alive, I couldn't hold off."

"Its okay, don't worry about it," I told him.

"Don't you worry, I'll make it up to you. I'll get you off," he declared.

He hovered over me till his powerful arms were shaking then shoved himself up. He reared back on his haunches and I started to lift my legs off his shoulders but he grabbed me by the calves and held me there. He watched intently as he extracted his cock from my ass.

"Dam, you are wide open," he said.

"I don't doubt it, with that beer can cock of yours."

He pushed my legs toward me, tilting me in half with my asshole aimed right straight up.

"That is hot, looking right down in your asshole," he said. "Fuck, I can see your inner muscles moving. Squeeze your asshole."

I squeezed but didn't feel anything happen. Toby laughed.

"It ain't closing up," he said.

"Are you sure you didn't fuck me a new asshole: a larger size?"

I saw him flick his tongue out to wet his lips. He wouldn't....Not Toby.....hell, he was practically straight. Most guys at the bar thought he was straight.

"I said I would get you off......" His words trailed off and he wet his lips and I shivered at what he was going to do. Suddenly he buried his face in my ass and drove his tongue into my gaping hole. Deep. Deeper than anybody had ever tongued me. It felt like a small cock darting around inside me. I groaned but I choked on it and it didn't come out. I pressed my head back into the pillow and clawed the sheets. I felt my asshole relax and opened even wider to welcome his tongue. I felt his hot spit drooling into my ass and he washed it all around the delicate inner muscles.

"Oh, Geezusss, Toby!" I moaned. "Ohh, yeah...tongue it...eat it, you big stud .....oohhnnnn.....awww, you're getting me there...so close...so fuckin' close.....don't stop, man......don't stop Toby!.....I'm comin'.......!"

I came so hard the bed shook. I shot off so hard my head ached from the blood pounding in my temples. I sprayed myself....come all over my face and neck and shoulders and my chest and in my mouth and nose and pools of come in my eyes. My Godd, where was it all coming from! Toby kept tonguing me. He had me so far over the top that I couldn't take any more.

"Aww, please....." I grabbed his head in both my hands. "Fuck, man, you gotta stop! I can't take any more......fuck, man......let up on it.....!"

He raised up, reluctantly, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He laughed when he saw the come all over me.

"Let me down.....let my legs down.....I gotta get my breath," I gasped.

He pulled my legs down and laid them on either side of his hips. My ass was still wide open and I felt his come drooling out. I tried to tighten the muscle but I only squeezed air.

"That was wild," Toby said.

"That's an understatement," I gasped.

I was groping for the sheet to wipe the come out of my one eye.

"You made a real mess," he said. "I never seen anybody come like that."

I got myself cleaned off and let my arms fall at my sides. Toby moved from between my legs and lay beside me.

"That was fuckin' wild," he said again. "Did Jason ever do anything like that for you?"

"No. With him it was pretty much a one way street."
"I would've thought so," he said.

"I thought it would be with you, too," I said.

"Going one way all the time is boring. How come you thought that?"

"You're so damned straight-acting......nobody in the bar would believe this."

"I'm straight-acting?" he scoffed. "You're straight as a ramrod. And Jason.... nobody would believe he would go for anything like this."

"Jason really was straight," I said. "He just liked having sex with other guys."

"With one guy, mostly," Toby said.

"I liked to hope so......but I was never sure," I said. "You know something I always wondered about?"

"What?"

"I wondered if he ever made it with any of those Vietnamese boys he met up with on the way."

"Geezuss, he would fuck those little guys a new asshole." He rubbed his hand across my stomach. "The celebration isn't over. The fireworks have just started," he said.

I couldn't believe that night. We did everything together. What I did for him, he did for me and I reciprocated. Godd, he was insatiable, and as virile as Jason. His cock stayed a club the whole night. Towards morning he was whining that it'd stayed hard so long that it was aching. My cock wasn't sore but my ass was numb from the repeated pounding he gave me. Neither of us wanted to stop but we ran out of night and were running short on morning.

"We'd better knock it off and give your asshole a chance to close up," he said.

"I need to see if I can walk," I said.

We lay together and talked and caressed each other and Toby checked my asshole every now and then with his fingers. Toward the end, he used his thumb and smiled.

"Aw, I can feel it squeezing my thumb......you're closing up," he said.

I fondled his cock till it was hard again. I gaped at it in disbelief. "Goddam, I don't believe I took that thing."

"Look what you've done. What're you going to do now?"

"Anything left in your tank?" I asked, fondling his balls.

"There's always more where that came from," he said.

"I want it." With that, I hovered over him and went down on his cock.

Toby gave himself up to me one last time. It was almost nostalgic. His muscular cock fairly bolted thick streams of come into my mouth. I savored it for a moment then swallowed it.

"Are we going to go have breakfast like civilized men, or are we going to keep acting like a couple of wild animals," Toby joked.

"It's gotta end sometime," I said.

Over breakfast Toby talked about Jason. He drew it all out of me and I felt better for it.

"Is this a therapy session?" I asked.

"I don't know, is it making you feel better?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I'm the only one you can talk to about it who understands," he said.

"It's the first time I've let it out.....all of it," I said.

"Are you sure you want to go back and get out?"

"I'm not sure about anything, but I think it's time," I said.

"Why don't you stay?" he said.

"Like you stayed?"

"Yeah, you can make a life here."

"Not if we don't win this thing," I said. "And I'm not all that sure they're going to let us. Naw, I need to go back and see what's there."

"You saw what was there."

"I saw some decency among a few people," I said. "If I don't find what I'm looking for, maybe I will come back."

"You're not going to find that," Toby said. "He's gone, Brad.....you're not going to find him no matter how hard you look."

I dropped my eyes and started to choke up. It was a cruel thing to say to me, but maybe it needed to be said. Finally, I looked up again.

"I'm still going back. But we'll keep in touch, okay?"

"Right."

I did consider enlisting in the Navy and becoming a Navy Seal but I didn't. Honestly, even as a marine, there was a tiny part of me that doubted that I had what it took to become Jason. I didn't have his steely eyes and his big, brass balls.