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“Do you want the shower?” I asked.

“Do you want to shower together?” he asked.

I put my hand down to pull him up off the bed but he pulled me down on top of him again.

“That was fucking hot,” he said, hugging me tightly.

“Think how it be if it was the real thing,” I joked.

In the shower, I washed his back and shoulders to make sure all the cum was washed off. “Why’d you do that for me?” I asked.

“Pay-back,” he said.

“Pay-back? For what?”

“For being there in that cot with me when I needed you.”

“I wasn’t there. Not really,” I said.

“You don’t know that. I do. You were there,” he said.

Chapter Seven

The war wasn’t going well. It hadn’t been for a long time. There didn’t seem to be a plan, and worse of late, no purpose. A lot of us were beginning to wonder what we were doing there.

From the information I was extracting from captured prisoners I couldn’t get any sense of a let-up or the slightest dissemination of the VC troop strength or any weakening of their resolve. They seemed to have an unlimited supply of living, breathing men that they could throw into battle. I talked to the colonel about it once and he told me I didn’t have the big picture. I wasn’t convinced anyone did. Jason never wondered about his purpose and he had his own plan.

I had the opportunity to visit Jason’s compound. I told him I would like to see how he lived so he commandeered a Jeep and we drove off. I don’t know how far we went but it was like we were traveling deep into the ass end of nowhere. Finally we rolled up to the compound. It was like a small, busy city. He took me to his hooch where he lived with a squad of nine other guys. It resembled our barracks except it was a tent with a board floor and it was smaller. It was hot and the six guys had their shirts off or were in their shorts.

“Guys, this is Brad Courter, from Intel,” he said by way of introduction, then went around and named the six other men. I got the impression they weren’t overly impressed with meeting anyone from Intelligence. I was impressed with them, though. Watching their tanned, sweat-glistening battle-hardened muscles when they shook hands, I was having fantasies about being their hooch boy. We didn’t stay long; just long enough to chat and they did invite me into a card game but I declined. Jason and I headed back into Saigon and went to Toby’s.

“Steve got it,” Toby announced casually as he was getting our beers.

“What?” It didn’t register at first what he meant or who he was talking about.

“Him and three others. Some gook tossed a grenade in the cab they were riding in, right downtown.”

“The fuckin’ bastards!” Jason swore. “Probably mamma-san on her way to market.” It soaked in. I felt sorry for Steve but my pain went deeper with the awful fear and reminder that it could happen to Jason.

“Damn, it’s too bad about Steve,” I said.

“Nothing we can do about it,” Jason said.

Jason seemed jittery, and quiet. I thought he acted like he wanted to say something. “Look, we never talked about it specifically,” he started. “Guess there was no reason before…but my time is up in a few weeks.”

I was devastated to be reminded; I knew visibly shaken. I knew it but I’d put it behind me. “I guess I knew that,” I said.

“Slips up on you--it did me. Good thing somebody’s keeping track.” He looked at me over the top of his beer. “Hey, I’m re-enlisting,” he said.

“For the same unit...the same duty?” I asked.

“Yeah. Hell, I’m good at it; they need me,” he said. “I’m going back to the world for a little bit; there’re some people I need to see--my parents and my brother, and some old buddies.”

“And some old girlfriends,” I put in.

“I doubt if any of them are still around,” he said.

“You never mentioned you had a brother,” I said. He never talked about his parents, either, or home in general, but I had to figure he had parents.

“It’s not something that needed to come up,” he said. “He’s in law school. I’m proud as hell about that.”

“He’s got to be damned proud of you, too,” I said.

He gave me a screwy look with a raised eyebrow. “Are you kidding? Him being in college, you can guess that we don’t exactly see eye-to-eye on the war,” he said. “I can understand why he can’t be proud of me, though.”

“Why wouldn’t he be?”

“It’d be pretty hard for him to brag to his college friends about having a brother who’s a Navy Seal. Hell, he’s probably back there burning me in effigy, or burning the flag or his draft card. He would disown me if he knew what I do.”

“Your family doesn’t what your job is?”

“Nobody in my family knows anything about what I do,” he said. “So far as they’re concerned, I’m in the Navy.”

“There are people out there who are proud of you. I’m one of them,” I said.

He shrugged off my compliment. “If it weren’t for my parents I wouldn’t go back at all. There’s nothing back there for me. I realized that when I went home after BUDS training. They said I’d changed.”

“No doubt you were a changed man,” I said.

“It affected my mom the most. It affected my dad; he just didn’t understand any of it. My brother…” he paused and chuckled, “I think he was jealous as hell that his little brother put on the uniform and he didn’t have the balls. My mom, she just didn’t want to loose her little boy. I told her, ‘Mom, you would have lost him anyway.’ She said, “not to the war.’ I think they just don’t know whether to act proud or not the way things are going back there.”

“Do you think they’ll send you back to your same unit?” I asked.

“If they don’t, the country’s not that big. We’ll hook up,” he assured me. He smiled and downed his beer. “Speaking of which…”

I knew by the sly grin what he meant. We left Toby’s and headed for the Trent. What we had together was feeling more and more like making love, although I doubted it was that way for Jason. Not intentionally, anyway, but it seemed he was becoming more gently attentive. Maybe it was my imagination or wishful thinking. But that time when he let me hump his muscle-butt, I would never forget, and I liked to think it meant something even though we never did it again.

We were together every chance we got for the next several weeks. As time got shorter, our love-making, or sex, became more urgent and intense. It was as if we had to make every stroke of his cock count. I know it was that way for me. Every stroke brought us closer to parting and I had no idea when I would feel his huge, hot cock plugging my ass again.

Jason came into Toby’s in a short-sleeve knit shirt, open-collar that showed a couple of inches of cleavage and a sling on his right arm.

“What happened this time?” I asked.

“You remember, you told me somewhere out there they had a best shot? I think I found him.”

“How bad?” I asked, trying not to sound overly concerned.

“Pretty clean. It got me in the shoulder.”

“Dammit,” I swore under my breath, “you act like you cut yourself shaving.”

“Hell, he missed his shot.”

“Looks to me like he made it,” I said.

“I’m still walking. He missed his shot,” he said. “Just as well, I can coast for the rest of my time till I go back.” He leaned in closer, laughing softly, “Don’t worry, I’m good to go.”

So we went.

“You’re going to have to be on top and do all the work,” he told me as he was struggling to get out of his clothes.

“Let’s start with this,” I said as I brushed his hands aside.

There was something sexy about being on top of the big stud with his battle wounds .And the wounds didn’t affect his performance in the least. I had to dress him when we were finished. We left the hotel and stopped on the street where we usually parted ways. “Hey, I’ll come in town to say good-bye before I leave,” he said.

“You damn well better!” I said.

I was afraid he wasn’t going to make it back. It was down to days unless his departure date had been changed. I was at Toby’s every night. Jason came into Toby’s in his whites, without the sling.

“You’re out of the sling already?” I asked.

“Not supposed to be, but I’m not going to wear a sling with my uniform,” he said. “It’s getting better fast; I’m exercising it.”

It was the first time I’d seen him in dress uniform and he looked stunning, if that can be said of a man. The way he filled it out in the chest and arms and shoulders was almost criminal. There was no room left in the sleeves. I thought he might have had the blouse tailored the way it sloped down to his slim waist. From there, his thighs fairly bulged against the white material and right where his thighs met, well, he could have been arrested for that. Geezuss, I was surprised they let him get by with a bulge like that, but then what could they do about it? I could see that he had on boxers, which was the reason he wore boxers, because you could see through the material. Once when he turned, I got a look at his butt and almost got light-headed.

There were medals on the left side of his blouse; over a dozen of them. It was the first I realized that he had medals, although it stood to reason that he would. I didn’t recognize some of them but I did know the Purple Heart, Bronze Star and Silver Star, none of which I had. I had about eight of the others.

“Shit, you’ve got your own fruit salad started there,” Toby said, nodding to the array of color on his chest.

He laughed and shrugged like it was no big deal. It wasn’t, to him. “Yeah, it breaks up the monotony of the white, don’t you think?”

Without it being said, we both knew this would probably be our last night together. We said our goodbyes in a way that neither of us would forget. I suggested getting a room at a better hotel but Jason said the Trent was okay; that it was where we ought to go. So I got the suite; the only one. It was the same size room as the others but it had a smaller sitting room with a balcony overlooking the street and big bathtub along with the shower. “You know what, I’m going to take a fuckin’ bath,” he said. “A nice long one; you wanta join me?”

“Can you get out of your uniform?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

The tub had the fixtures on one side. He lay back in the water and I stepped in and lay back against the other end of the tub. I laid my legs over his and we slid down so our balls were touching.

“Do you think we can manage to do it like this, in the tub?” he asked.

He fucked me in the tub and thought it would be a fun idea to shoot in the water. He pulled out and sent long, thick, powerful bursts of semen into the water. The stuff shot out hard but then stopped and floated. We got out and dried off and went to the bed. We stretched out and gazed up at the ceiling fan.

“Seems like there’re a hundred things we ought to be saying,” he said. That surprised me, and I wondered what things he thought ought to be said. I knew what I wanted to say to him. I was glad I didn’t. “I guess all the important stuff has already been said. Right?” he went on.

“What I would say, you wouldn’t want to hear,” I said. “There is one thing, though.”

“What?”

“I’m going to make love to you before you go.”

He cocked his head around with a smiling scowl. “Not that…hell, I wouldn’t even think of trying to fuck you, for real, but everything else, it’s open season.”

“Well, if you’re gonna do it, I guess there’s nothing I can do about it,” he said.

I don’t know if it was love making to Jason but was to me, in its purest form. I worshipped him physically. I worshipped him emotionally. There wasn’t one inch of his muscular body that my lips didn’t touch. I took my time, and he let me. I made it last most of the night. I drove him half-crazy. He begged me to make him come. I finally did, but only after I extracted a promise that he would let me continue right through his climax. I took his powerful load in my mouth and never let go of his cock. The second time I spent most of my time with my tongue in his ass. “Goddamn, this is more agony that getting my cock sucked,” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum again doing this, aren’t you?”

“You got it,” I said. “And I want you on your back, bent in half when it happens.”

“You’re gonna do that to me again…make me shoot all over myself.”

“With your mouth open,” I added.

He pretended I was forcing him but in reality, he was a willing partner and I felt good about that. It made me wonder if he might have found the courage to reciprocate in some way, given enough time. I didn’t dwell on it though. There wasn’t enough time and I was like him in that respect; it wasn’t important to me. His pleasure was mine. But when fucked me the last time, I sensed that he was really feeling something besides the sex. We took another bath in the early morning hours but we didn’t have sex again. It was enough to lie in the bathtub together, and on the bed till it was time to get dressed and head back. We stopped at the usual spot along the street, where we had to part ways, and it was an awkward moment. “Well, I guess this is it,” I said.

“For now,” he said. He shifted his weight and I took in the movement of his muscles beneath his uniform. “You know, for all I feel and don’t feel…” But he cut himself off.

“What?” I asked. I wanted to hear it. “I want to hear it,” I said.

He laughed softly. “It’s the only fuckin’ thing I’ve been able to do in this relationship…I just wish I’d kissed you good-bye back in the room. I would do it now…”

“Just hearing you say it is enough,” I said.

“Well…” He put out his hand.

We shook hands and parted ways. I turned around once and he had turned around too. He waved and I waved and mouthed the words, “I Love You” but I don’t think he saw me. If he did, he didn’t acknowledge it. I looked around again but he was walking away and I never looked back again. I headed back to my barracks and began a raging battle against depression. God, I was going to miss him!

I didn’t wage the battle in the barracks. I took it to the field. Battling depression screwed up my head and made me do stupid things. I went to other bars besides Toby’s and got drunk and got in fights and picked up prostitutes so often that I wondered if I was going straight. Definitely, I had to acknowledge the Bi gene that was in me. But the other one was still there, a lot stronger. I made other contacts at Toby’s. It was easy. All I had to do was go back to the rest room and hang my cock out and see who else had his cock hanging out. From there all it took was eye contact. I made more contacts that I should’ve. So many that I was feeling guilty and ashamed.

One night I went with some other guys…a cab full…to a house somewhere on the other side of town. I don’t know who the place belonged to but it obviously belonged to someone with money. There was a courtyard with gardens surrounding it and rooms that were plush by the local standards. Everybody knew what we were there for and there was no time wasted in everybody getting naked. There was food laid out by three very young, slim and cute Vietnamese boys and plenty of drink and that soon led us to the reason we were all there. It started out paring off and I ended up back in a dark corner of the garden with another young, hunky marine that was hot and desperate for sex. I gave it to him and very unlike Jason, he returned the favor.

Another guy found us and joined in. By the time the fourth guy crept into the dark-ness I’d been fucked three times and given back in kind. I don’t know how many it takes to make an orgy, but it was turning into one real fast. I knew it’d reached full orgy status when the three boys were brought in on it.

I fucked and sucked cock and ate ass with abandon, and got fucked and got my cock sucked and my ass eaten out. With the help of the booze, we literally fucked ourselves into a stupor. I woke up, still in the corner of the garden, entangled with two other GIs and one of the Vietnamese boys. I felt the boy’s cock throbbing against my butt. When he tried to put it in me I crawled out of the pile of bodies and stumbled off to find my clothes. I wasn’t sure I ended up with all of my own clothes, but they fit so I guess mine would fit him. I didn’t wait for the others to leave. I left alone, still not quite believing that such a place existed. I was in a daze heading back. When I got back to the barracks and showered, I took off a pair of shorts that had a laundry mark that wasn’t mine. Also, in the back of my head, I had the awful thought that there might have been cameras recording everything that went on. I vowed I wouldn’t do such a stupid thing again.