Date: Mon, 01 Sep 2003 11:36:59 +0000
From: Guy Jameson <guyjameson@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Sons of JJ Jameson Chapter 8

Thanks to Dee for helping to edit and for critiquing this
series of stories.  She above all others encouraged me to
begin telling and writing stories.

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and have responded to what you've read.  I am open to
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Remember that male2male sex covers a lot of ground.  It
takes some people longer than others to develop their sexual
appetites.  This is especially true about the people
described in this continuing story.

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                   THE SONS OF JJ JAMESON
                CHAPTER EIGHT: FLOOD'S STORY

     It was obvious that Jasper was dead as soon as he hit
the ground.  I've seen lots of men and boys die in my thirty
years in the Marines but none of them hit me as hard
emotionally as Jasper's death.  It wasn't just the way he
died-accidents occur frequently.  It was the fact that
Jasper was one of the best prospects for the Marines I had
seen at WMTI.  Jasper was also a very well liked boy.  He
was a good student, a natural leader and an all around good
kid.  Considering his background it's a wonder he had
developed the way he did.
     He'd had a rough life. His father had sexually abused
him-actually forced the boy into committing incest in the
worst way.  He'd been raped, not only by his father but his
father's friends.  And finally he'd seen his father murder
his mother then turn the gun on himself.  For a boy from
that kind of background to develop the way Jasper had was a
sign he possessed all the values that make for a good
man-and an excellent Marine.
     Then there was JJ Robinson.  He was Jasper's bedmate.
JJ went totally berserk.  It took me and two cadets to pull
him off Jasper's body.  Doc Russell knocked JJ out with a
sedative.  Even after JJ woke up he didn't speak to anyone
for three days.  I know because I went to see him every day,
several times a day.  All JJ would do was turn his head and
close his eyes.  Granted JJ hadn't had the best life either
and was very sensitive.  Jasper had taken him in tow, helped
protect him and gave him the physical attention JJ needed.
     Right!  I knew what went on in the barracks.  The boys
didn't think I knew.  But I knew. One would have to be blind
and deaf not to know.  I kept a close eye on my cadets.  I
checked on them in the shower and patrolled the barracks
several times during the night.  I saw them horsing around
in the showers and cuddled against each other in bed.  I
heard the noises of boys having sex.  Yeah, I knew.  I
wasn't jealous of them, but I wished I could join them.  But
I never did.  I didn't want to get that attached to any of
them-even the boys like Jasper and JJ who both needed
attachments.
     Besides there was my own sense of ethics.  Boys
shouldn't be forced into sex with anyone.  But I did enjoy
knowing what went on.  I enjoyed seeing them play and their
naked bodies moving around the barracks.  Hell, I'm only
human but these boys were mine to take care of.  I never
fucked around with any of them.
     I guess there was a time I might have been tempted by
Jasper.  He was a hunk of a man, well over six feet tall,
when he came to us at age thirteen.  He grew several inches
before he died.  Tall and lean-that's the only way to
describe Jasper's physique.  He looked like a Masai warrior.
No fat on that boy-only lean muscle.
     I guess his looks is one feature that helped make him
the leader he was.  Every boy knew Jasper would take no
shit.  And he didn't give any.  He had the respect of every
boy and man for that matter who ever met him.  It was just
his presence, his patience, his no nonsense manner that
attracted me to him.  I would never have touched him
sexually, but Jasper was the subject of many mid-night jack
off fantasies.

     Of course if anyone of my superiors during my career in
the Corps had known about my desire for male companions, I
would have been booted out faster than a rabbit fucks.  The
Corps would not keep any man caught fucking around with
another man.  It was an automatic dishonorable discharge.
     So for thirty years I had kept up a super macho, super
marine image.  As far as anyone was concerned I was married
to the Corps.  I palled around with other Marines on liberty
only enough to live up to my created persona.  Otherwise I
was a loner.  No one ever accompanied me on a furlough.
Even my few chances at long weekends were times I took off
alone.  I also made sure that those leaves were few and far
between.  It helped keep up the lie that the Corps was my
whole life and my only wife.  The Corps appreciated that
trait in me.
     But on those long liberties-watch out.  I went out
after cock and got plenty of it.  I became a total cock pig.
I fucked and got fucked by as many men as I could find and
because I was (and still am) a Marine hunk of flesh, I never
had difficulty finding as much cock as I wanted.  On base I
was as chaste as a priest.  After I left the Corps I decided
I didn't want to live without the structure and discipline
that my life had centered around for thirty years.  I
applied for and got this position at WTMI.  It was perfect
for me.  I was around men or boys seven days a week, unless
I wanted to be gone.  I was making a contribution to the
Corps by finding likely candidates whom I encouraged to
become Marines.  Those I selected never failed me.  They all
joined the Corps and continued my legacy.
     At WTMI I was able to recreate the legend that
surrounded me while I was on active duty.  I was the
absolute man's man, the total Marine-dedicated to the Marine
ideal.  The boys knew I hated queers.  I made that clear to
each one who came on board as soon as he arrived.  Then when
they started fucking around, I pretended to not notice.
Even the other instructors saw me as what I had always
presented myself to be-married to duty, honor and Semper Fi.

     Until one liberty about four years ago.  I had gone to
Dallas-the queer capital of the mid west.  I went to my
favorite gay bar.  No one there really knew me, but they all
knew of me.  I felt safe there and was very much desired.
That night I was dressed in my sluttiest best outfit; tight
501 Levis that looked like they had been painted on my body,
worn thin in all the right places, tight white tee shirt and
work boots and a big black stogie jutting from my tightly
clenched jaw.  I didn't wear briefs or even a jock.  I
wanted nothing to be in the way of having my thick eight-
inch cock visible to any man who wanted to look.  And they
all wanted to look.  I was HOT.  I had the swagger of a
master top that had every leather man kneeling in front of
me, just to get a taste of what was hidden in my pants.
Even my Marine style haircut was a turn on to these faggots.
     I was drinking a long neck beer, standing along the
side of the bar, the perfect spot to be seen by everyone
there.  Above and behind me a television set was playing a
Falcon video.  No one could look at that video and then at
me and fail to see me in the roll of Falcon stud.  I got
plenty of looks-most men saw me.  Most men wanted me.  But
most men stayed away, totally intimidated.  I looked around
at the adoring crowd, knowing I had my pick.
     Then I saw him.  He was standing at the bar; his back
to me, dressed in much the same manner, as was I.  Except he
wasn't wearing a shirt.  He had a beautiful back-broad
shoulders, muscles that didn't quit, trim waist and a butt
that just screamed, "FUCK ME".  I knew I had to have this
man.  He appeared to be alone, not that it would make a
difference in the final outcome.
     I walked over to him (swaggered might be the more
accurate term), put one arm around his incredibly slim waist
and pulled him close to me.
     "I'll buy you a beer and then we will go to my place
and fuck until you can't walk."
     He turned and looked at me.
     "I thought I'd find you here, Flood, if I just kept
coming in here often enough."
     Goddamned it shit to hell!  It was Father Mike.  At the
Institute he was always dressed in a black cassock.   No one
had any kind of clue what a truly hot-bodied man he was.  I
was completely floored.
     "Mike!  What the fuck?  What . . .?"
     "Do you think, Flood, that you're the only man with a
secret.  More than one man can play the straight game and be
a total faggot.  Buy me that beer you promised and then
we'll see who won't be able to walk tomorrow."

     I bought him the beer but we left before the bottles
were empty.  The partially empty bottles on the bar were
forgotten and we walked out the door.  I was in a daze.  I
had never dreamed that Father Mike was anything more than
what he always appeared to be-the totally dedicated Man of
God.  Of course, he was former Navy.  All non-combat
personnel in the Marines are Navy.  That especially includes
chaplains and medical corpsmen.  And the Navy is supposed to
be full of queers.  But Father Mike?  I never imagined.
     "I'm staying in that flea bag hotel down the street,
Flood.  We can walk."
     We entered Mike's room.
     "You're wearing way too many clothes, Flood," he
commented as he began to pull my tee shirt out of my Levi's.
I raised my arms, still dazed by my discovery,  to allow him
to pull my shirt over my head.  Instead he grabbed the shirt
by the collar and ripped it from my body.  He grabbed my
Levi's by the waist.  With one jerk he popped the button
fly, exposing my naked and very hard cock.  If he'd been
able to do it, I think he would have ripped the jeans from
my body too.  But as worn as they were, the cloth held.
Mike pulled my jeans over my ass and down to my boots,
leaving them around my ankles.
     "There.  That's much better.  You have as beautiful a
body as I've always thought.  Put your hands behind your
head, Flood.  I want to get at those smelly pits."
     I was speechless.  All my previous sex partners, and I
do mean ALL, were way to intimidated by me to make demands.
I was always the one in control-at least until I'd fucked
the man at least once.  Only then would he be allowed to
discover that I had a need for cock in my ass as much as he
did.  But even with my ass full of cock, I was still in
charge and those guys knew it.  But Mike was in control of
this fuck and I was beginning to fully enjoy it.
     The priest attacked my left armpit like it was manna
and he'd been wondering in the desert for forty years.  He
smelled my aroma, which had become suddenly very ripe.  He
licked into my pit.  I didn't wear deodorant so he was able
to get right down to the taste of my musk.  He tongued my
pit until it was absolutely wet with his spit, then combed
the dark hairs through his teeth taking the musk deeply into
his mouth.  When that pit was devoid of any of my body
smells he attacked the other equally hard.
     By this point I was beginning to come to my senses.  My
cock was sticking straight up, reaching past my navel.  I
grabbed Mike around his chest, pulling him closer to my hot,
sweating body.  I pulled his face out of my armpit onto my
chest.  He licked between my pecs with as much fervor as he
had my stinking pits.
     I grabbed his Wranglers at the waist, pulling open the
fly with as much force as I could.  I wrestled him over to
the bed and threw him on it.
     "Now, Priest.  I think it's time we both get into this
play," I said with as much command in my voice as I could
muster.
     I pulled off his boots.  Then taking hold of the
bottoms of his jeans pulled them off his legs.  He wasn't
wearing underwear either and lay totally naked in front of
me.  Calmly, he hooked his hands behind his head.
     "Get those Levi's off, Sergeant.  I want you naked just
like this."
     "Aye, Aye, Sir," I answered in my best parade ground
voice.  After all as a chaplain, Mike was an officer and
therefore my superior in the eyes of the Corps as well as in
the Eyes of god.
     I pulled off my boots, quickly followed by my jeans and
crawled into the bed beside this gorgeous hunk of a man.
     Mike took my head in both his hands and pulled my face
into his armpit.  Like me, he was not wearing deodorant and
the soap he had used only a few hours before was not
perfumed.  All that I could smell was the pure scent of a
hunky man.  His scent made me drunker than all the beer I'd
ever drunk.  He didn't smell like priest; he was all MAN!
     I licked my way into both of his pits-moved into the
cleft between his well-developed pecs and sucked through the
mat of hair that covered his chest.  Finding a nipple with
my mouth I began to suck.  The nib was already standing at
attention and I took it between my teeth, nibbling softly.
     "Flood, you can do better than that.  I want to feel
you biting my nipples.  You can't hurt me.  I won't break or
bleed.  Bite that nipple!"
     I sunk my teeth harder into the nib.  With one hand I
found his other nipple and rolled it around between my thumb
and forefinger.  I dug the nail of my thumb into the soft
flesh until Mike let out a moan of pure pleasure.
     His cock was rock hard, as was mine.  Both of us were
dripping a heavy flow of cock-snot creating a perfume of
lust that both of us were obviously getting off on.  I left
his nipples, which Mike continued to pinch and twist, and
dove for his crotch.  I could see, I could smell his cock
juices flowing onto his stomach.  But that would have to
wait.  There were other parts of this man I wanted to
explore.  I sucked one of his large nuts into my mouth and
played it around my tongue.  When I had sufficiently
gathered all the scent into my mouth I could, I took the
other ball and worked it even harder.  Mike was thrashing
around on the bed like a cheap whore having some sort of
convulsion.  I cleaned his second nut and went for the
tender skin under his sac.
     Mike raised his legs into the air, bending his legs
over his head and spread his cheeks wide, exposing the most
enticing hole I had ever seen.  The scent that escaped from
his fuck hole was the sweetest, raunchiest musk I had ever
experienced.  My mouth dove for his crack.  I licked all
around his pucker, teasing Mike with my tongue.  I wasn't
ready to start giving him the pleasure of release for which
he was searching.
     I took pity on the priest and went for his hole.  It
was beautiful, enticing, fragrant with all the smells a man
can muster.  I licked into it-his sweat, the smell of rut
was all there.  And it was wide open-like a flower in full
bloom.  But it didn't smell like a flower.  It was all man
and this man was all MINE.
     My tongue entered his hole, pushing into the sphincter
that I knew had to eventually open to admit my cock.
     "God, Flood.  Eat my ass.  Go for my hole you fucking
Marine.  I want you inside of me.  Fuck me! Flood.  Fuck my
hungry ass!"
     I was only too eager to oblige.  Using only the spit I
had spread over and inside his hole, I pushed my finger
inside.  He opened wider.  I inserted the second finger.
Still he opened further.  Three fingers were in him now and
still he cried for more.  I had all my fingers inside his
willing hole and half my fist.  This man really was ready
for anything I could give him.  The juices from his ass, and
my spit were all the lube he had so far.  But my dripping
cock provided more.  I rubbed my cock head against his ass
and began to push my way into his hot ass.  He clamped his
tunnel around my cock like a virgin.  He was tight-so damned
tight.  I lay still for a minute to let him get used to the
invasion by my cock, but Mike was not going to let me rest.
He began to hunch his back upward into my body, forcing my
cock further into his bowels.
     All right he wanted it hard and he was going to get it
hard.  I pounded into his ass with all my strength, pushing
deeper and deeper into his body.  He took it all.  His ass
pulled me into him.  The muscles of his tube contracted,
working my cock like he had a third hand in there.  With
every movement of my cock, he was driving me closer to
orgasm.  'Where the Fuck did a priest learn to work his ass
like that?'  I didn't know and I sure as hell didn't care.
Mike was giving me the best fuck I'd ever had and I had had
some very good fucks.
     With every thrust into his body, my cock hit his
prostate-his love button.  I could feel it swelling and knew
that Mike was not far from shooting his load.  He grabbed
both of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart.  Fingers from
both his hands pushed into my ass and I let go of my load,
coating the insides of his rectum with hot sticky white
fluid.  I bellowed with the full force of my voice.  I had
never felt such an explosion.  At the same time Mike's cock
erupted spunk between us, coating our stomachs and chest
together.  His voice joined my orgasmic song and we sang as
my cock kept shooting cream up his shoot.  His cock throbbed
and pushed more of his spunk between us, thoroughly coating
our bodies on the outside just as I was coating the inside
of his.
     Our mutual orgasms were intense but finally came to an
end.  Our voices quieted and we lay, me on top of his
beautiful body, slowly allowing our bodies to come to rest.
     "Flood, you lived up to every fantasy I've ever had of
you.  That was the best fuck of all fucks."
     "Mike, I never dreamed you had it in you."
     We both laughed, softly at first and then louder as the
comedy of our situation became clearer to both of us.
     "I think you're the first priest I've ever fucked,
Mike."
     "Well Sergeant, you are definitely NOT my first Marine,
but you are the best I've ever had."
     We laughed again like a couple of schoolboys.  I rolled
off Mike's body.  He stretched out an arm on which to rest
my head.  I curled up beside him-him on his back, me lying
on my side with my nose dangerously close to his armpit.  He
smelled better to me now than he had before.  The smell of
two men having sex was all around us.  I could feel my cock,
now trapped between my stomach and his side, begin to
thicken again.

     That began the best weekend liberty either of us had
ever experienced.  We fucked, sucked, and licked each other
for three nights and two days.  Every time we coupled was
better than the time before.  Mike proved to be not only a
great bottom, he also knew how to FUCK.  Neither of us could
walk comfortably for two days after we returned to the
Institute.
     All of our mutual liberties after that were spent
together, fucking each other to complete satisfaction.

     At the Institute, we resumed our previous "secret
identities".  No one suspected that the mild mannered priest
was a BEAST in bed or that the hard core, macho, Marine
sergeant loved getting his ass plowed.  That's the way life
was intended to be.
     Mike and I kept each other sane.  I continued to love
watching my boys-especially when they were naked or asleep
curled next to each other at night.  I just hoped they were
finding as much pleasure with each other as Mike and I were
finding.  Mike loved hearing their confessions and admitted
to me that often he found himself jacking off under his
cassock.  He never disclosed what the boys confessed-he
really was a good priest and the confessional was sacred to
him.  But it was OK to tell me a few anonymous stories.  I
was usually able, however to piece together who he was
telling me about.  It was good to have someone in my boat
for a change.

     About a mile from the main compound of the Institute
there is a cemetery.  Its not used very often and most of
the cadets don't even know it exists.  But when a cadet dies
at the Institute and has no family, as in the case of
Jasper, he is given military honors and laid to rest in
military style.  News of Jasper's death was quickly
discovered even though there were no newspaper announcements
that he had died.  But several boys who had graduated over
the past two years showed up to honor the boy they knew in
life.
     Raphe was one of those returning boys-except now he was
a man in every sense of the term.  He appeared at the
compound gates dressed in Marine Dress Blues, complete with
Naval ensignia, including the caduceus of a Naval Corpsman.
During his senior year, Raphe went into a growth spurt.
When he appeared now at my office door, he was at least six
feet tall.  His body had filled out with solid muscle.  In
short, he looked good enough to fuck.  But he was only
concerned with his buddy JJ.  I took Raphe to the sick bay.
     Raphe walked over to JJ's bunk and sat in one of the
chairs next to him.  Michael and Bob occupied two other
chairs.  These two boys had lived in the house next to
Jasper and JJ for as long as I could remember.  They, like
Jasper and JJ, were a couple.  I'd witnessed them sleeping
in the same bunk the whole time they were in my barracks and
I knew that hadn't ended.  The four boys had developed a
good friendship.  But no one up to this point had had any
luck breaking through JJ's fog.
     Raphe put his hand on JJ's shoulder-JJ was facing the
wall and hadn't seen us come in.
     "JJ?  It's me Raphe.  Come on, Baby.  You know Jasper
wouldn't like you doing this shit.  You gotta get off this
bunk."
     JJ shifted on the bunk when Raphe bent over him and
took him in his arms.  Raphe hugged him and kissed him on
the forehead, just like he was a little boy who needed his
mother.  JJ threw his arms around Raphe's neck in a tight
hug and began to cry-hard.  I don't think he had cried since
the accident and needed Raphe's comfort to let the damn
burst.  And burst it did.  JJ broke into uncontrollable
wailing. Before I knew it, there was a boys' group hug.  I
just sort of stood back and observed this scene of affection
that had developed between these cadets.  I have to admit I
was a little jealous at this point.
     Doc and Father Mike walked into the ward about then.
Mike walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder.
At first I thought he was getting a bit too `friendly' for
such a public place but he was known as a hands on kind of
priest so I didn't shrug him off, fully enjoying his
closeness.
     "How's JJ doing?" Mike asked.  "Do you think he's up to
attending the services?"
     "Yeah, I think so, Father.  If we can break up this
gang bang."
     We laughed softly.
     "However, JJ may need help getting ready," explained
Doc.  "He's hardly moved in two days and will feel weak.  He
certainly could use a shower, if there's time."
     "We still have an hour.  So see if Raphe can get him
moving.  I need to get back to the chapel to make sure
everything is ready.  I depended so much on Jasper to set up
for Mass, I almost forgot he wasn't here to do it today."
     I said, "Mike, we all depended on Jasper for a lot of
things."

     With help from Bob and Michael, Raphe heaved JJ out of
the bunk, into the shower and into the uniform of the day.
By the time they finished, the corps of cadets had assembled
on the parade ground and was being marched into the chapel.
Attendance was mandatory of course, but I didn't hear anyone
complain about the extra service.  Even the younger boys who
had not known Jasper very long were anxious to honor him
with their presence.  'This is quite a bunch of boys,' I
thought.  'So tightly knit in their responsibility toward
each other.  Every one of them would make a model Marine.'

     Mike's service was outstanding, complete with all the
bells and whistles.  By the time he finished the eulogy, I
don't think there was a dry eye in the house.  I looked up
toward the windows almost expecting to see a fiery chariot
or at least a host of angels to come down and collect Jasper
into the heavens.  That didn't happen of course.
     When the service ended, six of the senior cadets lifted
the flag covered coffin that contained Jasper's remains onto
their shoulders and carried him out of the chapel.  A wagon
draped in black and drawn by four of our best looking horses
also draped in black, waited outside. The cadets loaded the
coffin on the wagon and it pulled away from the chapel
toward the cemetery on the hill.  A black horse with empty
saddle followed the caisson, then the color guard, thurifer
swinging his incense, crucifer, Mike in his cope and the
corps of cadets led by those boys who were closest to
Jasper.  JJ was still weak from his recent inactivity but
was helped along by Raphe.  The instructional staff, all in
dress uniforms followed the corps.  It made a most
impressive procession.
     Upon arrival at the open grave, Mike read the final
prayers, blessed the ground into which Jasper would be laid
and signaled for the box to be lowered.  The flag, which had
draped the casket, was presented to JJ.  (Say what you want
about the military's attitude toward homosexuals.  At this
Institute relationships were seen for what they were and
there was no question about how these two boys were
connected.  And both boys were highly respected by the staff
as well as the cadets.)  My one concern about any of these
boys entering the military was that they would get
themselves kicked out before they recognized the realities
of love in the U. S. Armed Forces.

     Life pretty much returned to normal for most boys after
the funeral-after all life does go on.  But not for JJ.  He
became withdrawn, rarely talked to anyone, much less
engaging in any of the social life of the Institute.  I was
a Master Gunnery Sergeant when I retired from the Corps and
so I was the senior non-com at the Institute.  Also I had
known JJ from his first day at the Institute, so I felt it
to be my responsibility to do something to help the boy.
Naturally I elicited the aid of Doc and Mike.  We discussed
JJ's situation at great length.
     Each of us tried to force JJ into talking about what
was going on in his head.  Father Mike had received
extensive training in counseling during his days in seminary
so Doc and I pretty much let him take the lead in what had
to be done.  But nothing seemed to be working.  JJ had
almost quit eating.  He paid little to no attention in
class.  His dress was sloppy and he had always been a model
cadet.  This situation couldn't go on.
     A week after Jasper's funeral, Mike came to me.
     "Flood," (I'm not sure that Mike even knew my first
name.  He always called me Flood even when my cock was
buried deep in his ass.)  "You have to do something for that
boy.  He's withering away right before our eyes and he has
to be cared for."
     "Just exactly what do you think I should do, Mike?
We've tried talking to him.  You've counseled him.  Doc has
used his Indian herbs.  Maybe we just have to wait for his
mourning to pass.  He's basically a strong lad and he'll
come out of it with time."
     "Flood, that is a load of shit.  When he came here, he
was as close to being a broken boy as I've ever seen.  It
was Raphe and more importantly Jasper who gave him what
strength he had.  Now he has neither.  Raphe can't do
anything for him now unless we can come up with some reason
to get him emergency leave and you know we could never tell
the Navy why he's needed here, even though the Navy would
understand a lot better than your fucking Marine Corps.
Raphe would still be booted out as soon as the papers were
filed.  It's up to us-actually YOU to help him."
     "What do you expect me to do?  I'm not as close to any
of the boys as you and Doc are.  The boys are all afraid of
me.  They respect me, but I'm not the cuddly type and they
know it.  What that boy needs is your or Doc's TLC."
     "We've tried that, Flood, and time is running out.
That boy needs help NOW.  Maybe your hard shell, no nonsense
manner is what he needs."
     "But what do want me to do?"
     "I think that if you were to break your shell just a
little and show the boy some physical closeness, it might
just do the trick.  You can be a loving man-I've witnessed
that often enough."  Mike gave me a wicked, knowing smile.
     "Do you expect me to fuck that boy, Father?  I know you
like to get me in that position but I don't think that would
help JJ."  I winked at the good Father, who was blushing
just a little.
     "You can never tell, Flood.  Sex seemed to work when
Jasper did it.  However, according to Jasper, JJ never
needed to be actually fucked.  Just knowing someone was with
him, someone who could get through to him by being
physically close, is what kept JJ from completely cracking
up.  Think about it, Flood.  I know you can come up with
several ideas.  At any rate Doc and I've decided to give you
free reign in this case.  If that doesn't work, I don't know
what we are going to do."

     The next morning I called JJ to my office.  I heard his
knock and request to enter my space.  I had few ideas about
how to go about what I had to do, but I did have just a
glimmer of how to begin.  I could remember thirty plus years
ago, a young Marine (me) who needed a particular type of
therapy and there was a Drill Instructor who gave it to me.
A beginning is all I thought I needed and then just let
nature take her course.  I was sitting at my desk, signature
stogie between my teeth.  I was dressed in my best class A
uniform.
     "ENTER"
     "You wanted to see me Sergeant?"  JJ began.
     Most instructors relaxed much of what was considered
correct military bearing when dealing with senior cadets.
But what stood in front of me was one sloppy boy.  JJ stood
casually, not quite a slouch, but close to it.  He hadn't
shaved this morning and his green utility uniform, while not
dirty, had certainly not been correctly ironed.  He needed a
haircut and his boots were covered with the dust from the
parade ground.  Considering the way JJ normally appeared in
uniform, he was slovenly.
     "CADET, is that the way you report to a senior.  STAND
at attention."
     "Yes, sir," he mumbled.
     I let that pass.  We'd correct his speech soon enough.
     "Salute, cadet and report properly."
     "Sir, Cadet Sergeant JJ Robinson reporting as ordered,
Sir."
     Normally the next command would be for the cadet to
stand at ease and JJ started to move into that position.
     "You're at attention, Cadet Sergeant.  No one told you
to stand at ease."
     "Aye, Aye, Sir."
     Good maybe this was the path we needed to follow.
     "That uniform, Cadet.  That is a disgrace.  It makes me
sick just to look at you.  Do you understand that, Cadet?"
     "Yes sir, but I . . ."
     "You are at attention, Cadet.  You only answer `Yes,
Sir', `No, Sir' or `No excuse, Sir'.  Is that clear, Cadet?"
     "Yes sir," he started to mumble again.
     "I didn't hear that, Cadet.  Do you understand me?"
     "YES, SIR."
     "That's better.  Now about that blouse.  It sickens me
to look at it.  What do you need to do about it?"
     "SIR, I NEED TO BE MORE CAREFUL ABOUT IRONING IT, SIR."
     "Why weren't you?"
     "NO EXCUSE, SIR."
     "That's a good solution for later, Cadet.  What do you
need to do right now to keep me from throwing up all over
you?"
     "Sir?. . . I"
     "Get rid of the blouse, Cadet!  Take it off and throw
it in that shit can!  Get it out of my sight!"
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     He removed his blouse, but was wearing a tee shirt
under it-as prescribed by the uniform.  It was pretty
obvious that this tee shirt had not been washed since the
last time it was worn.  There were yellow stains in the
armpits and what appeared to be dirt on the front.
     "Cadet, I am feeling very sick looking at you.  Get rid
of your undershirt too."
     JJ reached in front of himself, pulled the shirt out of
his trousers and pulled it over his head, revealing a
beautifully molded chest.  JJ was an early bloomer in the
hair growth department.  He was almost as hairy as I was.
The scent of sweat, mixed with fear poured from his armpits,
which were full of long black hair.  I wasn't sure the boy
had even showered that morning, his scent was so strong.
     "Cadet, your sight is still offensive.  When was the
last time you washed and ironed those trousers?"
     "Sir, I washed and ironed them last night, Sir," he
responded apologetically.
     "They look terrible.  Do you know that, Cadet?"
     "SIR, NO EXCUSE, SIR."
     "Get rid of them."
     "Sir, . . . I"
     "Get rid of them, Cadet Robinson."
     JJ undid his belt, opened the waist button and pulled
down the zipper.  As he unzipped, it was clear that he was
not wearing the proscribed white skivvies.  Hell, he wasn't
wearing underwear at all.  'But, God he has a beautiful
trail of hair,' I thought.
     "Get them off, Cadet."
     He had some difficulty pulling the utility trousers
over his boots.  He stumbled, almost falling before catching
himself on the back of a chair next to my desk.
     "I'm waiting, Cadet."
     "Yes, sir."
     With a couple of more stumbles, JJ was finally
successful pulling his trousers over his boots and resumed
his position of attention.  Now as I've said, I've always
prided myself in staying far enough away from the boys to
keep me from desiring them.  But JJ had the body of a full
grown adult.  His chest was covered with dark brown hair,
dividing his pecs and spreading across his stomach with a
thick trail leading down to his very full pubic bush.  JJ's
torso was a nearly perfect V shape.  Shoulders broad, waist
unbelievably narrow.  His cock was uncut and hung over a
pair of hair covered low hanging nuts-the exact kind I loved
to take into my mouth for a good cleaning.  His legs were
also covered with soft, dark hair.  No wonder Jasper liked
this boy.  He was hot-any man alive would have envied him
and desired to take him to bed.  I could feel a mild sense
of the blood seeping into my cock.  'Stop that,' I mentally
ordered my penis.  'Can't show any signs of arousal, now.
That's not what this is all about.  This boy has to broken
completely so we can build him again.'
     "Now the boots, Cadet.  Take them off and throw them in
the shit can."
     He not only removed his boots, but his socks as well.
'He's getting ahead of me, but we'll let that error go by
for the moment.'  JJ was now standing in a rather relaxed
position of attention-much the same as he did the first
night I met him.  'Well that has to be corrected.'
     "Is that the correct way to stand at attention, Cadet?
Square your shoulders.  Act like you have some pride."
     JJ pulled his shoulders back in such a way as to
automatically pull his chin down toward his chest.
     "Straighten your stance, Cadet.  You are still
slouching and I won't allow any cadet to not stand
correctly."
     Somehow, JJ pulled his stomach in.  It was already so
flat and narrow, I didn't think it was possible.
Fortunately he didn't lock his knees.  That can be dangerous
in this situation. Finally he was braced enough to make any
academy cadet proud.  'OK, we've gotten him this far.  Now
what?' I mused.  I stood up and walked over to the boy.
'God, this boy is beautiful.'  I walked around the desk,
examining every part of the cadet.  My suspicions that he
hadn't showered that morning were confirmed.  It hadn't been
a long time since he had last washed but his scent was
strong.  It wasn't the stench of someone who has neglected
himself for very many days.  Probably showered last night,
but the hot dry weather sometimes causes these boys to
develop a pretty strong scent in a short time.
     Obviously JJ had no idea what I was doing to him-I
wasn't sure either at that point.  I'd followed my one
example of this sort of therapy as closely as I could but I
wasn't certain where to go from there.  I let him stand
there as I walked around him, puffing on my cigar, allowing
the smoke to waft over him.  'Just let him stew for a few
minutes.  When in doubt about what to do, maybe doing
nothing is best.'  My examination was making JJ very
uncomfortable.  I walked out of the office, leaving him
standing there.  I needed to clear my head and I couldn't
while looking at this young Adonis.  I poured myself a cup
of coffee, knowing that JJ would be exactly where I left him
no matter how long I took.
     I went back into my office.  Just as I expected, JJ had
not moved.  I returned to my seat behind the desk.  I think,
'That's good.'
     "Cadet, you are naked.  Is that any way to report?"
     "No . . . Sir."
     "You are to return to your barracks.  Get yourself in
proper uniform and report back here within an hour.  Is that
clear?"
     "Yes, Sir.  But . . .what about . . ."
     "No excuses, Cadet.  You have one hour to report back
to me.  You will be clean, your uniform properly ironed and
boots shined so well that I can see myself in them.  Is that
clear?  Oh, and by the way, the barber is still on duty."
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     "Dismissed."
     JJ gave me a salute.  'Ohhh, he has such lickable
armpits.  What I could do with those . . .' I returned his
salute and JJ did an about face and walked out the door.
All I could see as he walked was the muscles moving in his
ass and legs.  'What a gorgeous butt that boy has.'  For the
first time in my life, I seriously considered taking one of
my charges to bed.

     In exactly 60 minutes, there was a knock at my door.
     "SIR, CADET SERGEANT JJ ROBINSON REQUESTS PERMISSION TO
ENTER THE MASTER GUNNERY SERGEANT'S HOUSE."
     "Enter, Cadet."
     The boy opened the door-at attention, marched across
the room to my desk and threw me a very proper salute.
     "SIR, CADET JJ ROBINSON REPORTING AS ORDERED, SIR."
     There was a total change from what I had seen a little
over an hour earlier.  JJ's uniform was perfectly pressed.
His hair had been cut.  He was properly shaved.  He was
wearing his parade boots, which had a fresh shine to them.
I had wondered how he was going to solve the boot problem
since his work boots were still in my shit can along with
the rest of his utility uniform.  His resourcefulness was a
good sign.
     "At ease, Cadet."
     He placed his hands behind his back and spread his legs
to shoulder width-Marine Manual perfect.
     I had decided in the meantime to attack the symptoms of
his problem rather than the problem itself-at least for now.
I knew that getting over Jasper would probably be a life
time process for this boy.  Even though I had never felt as
strongly about any man as JJ seemed to feel about Jasper, I
could project myself into his place.  This boy would always
have a sensitive spot for his friend.
     "Cadet, it is reported that you are inattentive in
class and not taking care of your responsibilities.  That
ends as of now.  Is that clear?"
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     "Good.  You will be excused from afternoon classes for
the rest of this day.  Your one job will be to get all of
your back work completed.  You will report to me every hour
on the hour to show me your progress in that department.
You will not have chow until the work is done.  Is that
clear, Cadet?"
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     "When you report you will be properly dressed."
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     "After you have completed your class work, you may have
chow and then you will report to the sick bay and Corpsman
Russell.  You will work for him until taps.  Is that clear,
Cadet?"
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     "Dismissed, Cadet.  I will see you in one hour."
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     JJ gave me a salute, which I returned, turned around
and marched from my office.  'Maybe this could be a turning
point in this boy's attitude,' I thought.

     I'm not so dumb as to think this was all it would take
to turn JJ around.  But it was a beginning.  I began to
wonder whether I needed to visit a discipline training
school for ideas.  Nah, I don't think so.  I've been in the
best school for discipline in the world and JJ seems to be
amenable to what he needs to do.  I'll keep up the pressure
until either he breaks or he demonstrates the necessary
changes.  I have a full year and a half before he's released
to the world again.  I chuckled at what a pleasure this
might be.

     The next morning, just as reveille was blowing, I
barged into the barracks that housed the juniors and
seniors.  There was the usual scramble of activity of naked
boys/men waking up and running to the head.
     "CADET ROBINSON," I yelled into the large room.
     "HERE SIR."
     "CADET ROBINSON REPORT TO MY OFFICE IMMEDIATELY."
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     I turned and returned to my office, only steps ahead of
the cadet.  Little did I realize he would take me literally
and appear at my door in the same state of dress that he was
in when I called him.  Secretly, I was very pleased that he
had.
     The door to my office was open, but he knocked before
entering.  He was totally naked-meaning he had run across
the compound just as he had the day before.  'Maybe I should
declare this to be the standard uniform of the day,' I
thought lecherously.
     "SIR, CADET SERGEANT JJ ROBINSON REQUESTS PERMISSION TO
ENTER THE MASTER GUNNERY SERGEANT'S HOUSE."
     "Enter, Cadet."
     "SIR, CADET JJ ROBINSON REPORTING AS ORDERED, SIR."
     "At ease, Cadet."  'Maybe I should have been more
specific about him getting dressed before he reported.'
The sight of his body was having a serious effect between my
legs.  'But we'll let this little oversight pass for now,' I
thought.
     "Cadet Robinson, you will attend all classes today.
During class you will sit at attention.  You will take
complete notes on everything that is said during your
classes.  You will report here before chow-properly
uniformed and show me the results of what you did.  Is that
clear, Cadet?"
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."
     "Dismissed."
     The routine of the Institute required PT immediately
after reveille.  I decided to go to the PT field to watch.
I even joined the cadets on their morning run.  The boys
then showered, had chow and were marched to their classes.
There were four classes held each morning, chow, and three
more classes before they would report to their work details.
Study time or free time until Taps followed evening chow.  I
decided to check on JJ several times during the day.
     Before noon chow, JJ reported as required.  I examined
what he had written as notes, asked a few questions about
what went on in class and told him to report again after
evening chow.  During the day I checked on him in several
classes.
     His work detail was still in the sick bay so I checked
with Doc on how he was doing.  Doc reported there was some
improvement.  'OK,' I thought, 'We may be on the right
track.'
     This established a new regimen for JJ that lasted
through May.  He reported to me on a regular basis.  I
observed him as many times during the day as I could spend
away from my own duties.  But I had decided JJ was my number
one priority and we were seeing great results.
     He still was not interacting with the other cadets in
his class beyond the very minimum but I couldn't think of a
way I could order him to reestablish his previous
friendships.  I also couldn't order him to take on a new
bedmate.

     By the time classes ended for the year and we began the
summer camp, JJ seemed to be getting back to what I always
thought was normal for him-except he was still trying to
play it alone.  I talked to several of his classmates and
found a few who would have liked to become closer to JJ and
had tried, but they had no success.  JJ slept alone.  He
frequently ate alone.  Even when he sat at a table full of
his peers, he shut himself away enough that he might as well
have been alone.  In chapel he sat in the same place he and
Jasper had occupied.  Any cadet who dared to take Jasper's
seat was immediately told that place was taken.
     Summer camp was full of activities-all of which
required cooperation and interaction.  JJ performed OK but
did little beyond what was absolutely necessary.  'When this
kid carries a torch, nothing seems to be able to quench it,'
I observed to myself.
     The final year of JJ's life at WMTI began just as the
previous year had ended.  JJ was meticulous about his dress.
He was attentive in class, regaining his previous high GPA.
But he still was a loner.  Doc, Mike and I talked frequently
about what we could do next.
     "Flood, you've done wonders for the boy so far.  I
think anything beyond what has been accomplished will simply
take time," Mike observed.
     Doc concurred.  But I wasn't happy not having the boy
restored to where he was almost a year ago.
     The next morning, I ordered JJ to report to my office
immediately after chow.  (Classes wouldn't start for another
couple of days so I wasn't pulling him out of class.)  He
reported promptly and was braced in front of my desk.  I
stood, after letting him stand at ease, and walked around
behind him.  Even at ease, his eyes stayed glued to the
front so he couldn't see me.  I placed my hand at the back
of his neck and pulled him around to face me.  He was in
utilities-which was the uniform of the day.  His uniform was
as perfect as I had ever seen it.  I stood looking at him,
trying to read something behind his eyes.  There was very
little there.  His old fire was not there.  He was seeing,
observing, orderly, but there was nothing behind his eyes
resembling any kind of joy or life spark.  That's what I
intended to change and to change immediately.  I had a
beachhead to land and in the greatest Marine tradition, land
it I would.
     I ordered him to stand at attention and to do an about
face.  He was once again facing the chair behind my desk.  I
walked over and sat down.  I took out a cigar, lit it, blew
a plume of smoke into the air.  I put my hands behind my
head, propped my feet on the desk and leaned back in as
relaxed an attitude as I could muster.
     I was about to break my most sacred rule concerning the
boys I commanded.  I hoped it was the right thing to do.
     "STRIP, CADET."
     "Sir?"
     "YOU HEARD ME, STRIP.  GET NAKED.  TAKE OFF YOUR
FUCKING UNIFORM, CADET."
     "But, Sir?"
     "NOW"
     JJ slowly began to unbutton his blouse, watching me,
afraid of what was about to happen.  He pulled off his
blouse, looked for a place to put it and finding none
dropped it on the deck.  He pulled his tee shirt out of his
trousers, still moving slowly-in a trance.  Taking the shirt
by the bottom hem, he pulled it over his head, exposing
those most delicious looking pits. The tee shirt joined his
blouse on the floor.  JJ paused, looking me directly in the
eyes, unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of the loops and
dropped it to the floor.  He undid the button of his fly,
unzipped, then remembering the difficulty of standing up
while pulling his trousers over his boots; he bent over and
removed his boots and socks.  He finished unzipping his
trousers and let them fall to the floor.  Again he was not
wearing the standard skivvies.  Slowly he bent over, still
facing me and pulled his trousers over his legs.  They too
joined the pile of discarded clothing.  He returned to a
position of attention.
     I dropped my feet to the floor, sat up in my chair,
puffing on the cigar like a friggin' freight engine and just
took in the sight.  I'm not sure which of us was more
frightened at what was to happen next.  I stood and walked
over to the naked young man.
     I placed one hand flat against his heaving chest.  It
was solid muscle under silky smooth skin.  I had not touched
a man that young, that tenderly since I first joined the
Corps.  I ran my hand down his chest to his ultra flat
stomach and felt each of the muscles that formed his six
pack.  With my other hand I reached around the back of his
neck and pulled the boy toward me.  We stood like that-one
of my hands feeling his stomach between our bodies, the
other behind his head.  I leaned into him and softly began
to taste his lips.  He stiffened a bit, but did not resist.
     I forced him to open his mouth with my tongue, pushing
it as deeply into his mouth as I could.  Still there was no
reaction from JJ.  I increased the pressure on his lips
while dropping one hand down his back and reaching around
with the other to grasp one of his beautiful butt cheeks.  I
pulled his groin into mine.  I was fully hard by this point,
which I'm sure he could feel, but he still did not react.
He did not resist, nor did he join me.  I knew I had to go
further.
     Both hands slipped to his buttocks, each grasping and
kneading one cheek.  They looked like they were made of
marble; they felt like silk.  With one hand I pushed into
the trench formed by these mounds of flesh and searched for
his opening, keeping up the pressure on his mouth, trying to
get him to return the kiss.  Or get him to push his pelvis
into mine.  Or . . . Fuck I wanted him to do SOMETHING.
Anything at this point would be better that this submissive
posture he had taken.
     Breaking the kiss and releasing my hold on his tight
hot butt, I stepped back a pace.  I unbuttoned my blouse,
removed it and threw it onto his pile of clothing.  I did
the same with my tee shirt, boots, trousers and skivvies.
Like him I was now naked, but my randy cock had risen to
full mast and was standing at attention in front of him.  JJ
still did not react.  Now granted, I was close to thirty
years his senior but I was still in excellent shape.  If I'd
appeared naked like this in any gay bar in the country I
would have men and boys lined up on their knees for half a
mile.  But I got no reaction from JJ.
     Reaching out to him, I grasped his still soft cock and
gave it two or three strokes. OK maybe it was four, but that
doesn't matter.  What matters is that he did not react.  He
just stood there.  I took his nuts in my hand and squeezed
them gently, applying a little more pressure as I pulled on
them.  I was totally exasperated.  How was I going help this
beautiful kid and do more good in the process than harm?
     Grabbing JJ by his shoulders, I forced him to kneel in
front of me.  My cock pointed straight at his mouth.  I took
his chin in my hand and forced my thumb between his teeth
causing him to open his mouth.  I pulled his head forward
and inserted my cock as far into this opening as it would
go.  He did not move.  Now how ridiculous do you think I
felt?  I'm standing in front of a naked man, my cock is hard
and in his mouth and he does nothing.  He just knelt there.
Pulling out of his mouth I turned to my desk and opened the
top drawer.  After extracting a pair of handcuffs, I walked
back to JJ who was still kneeling.  I fastened one of the
cuffs to his wrist, pulled his arms to his back and fastened
the other cuff.  He neither resisted nor cooperated.
Pulling up on his hands I pulled him to his feet and shoved
him toward the desk.  I cleared away the clutter on the desk
with a sweep of my arm and bent the boy over it.
     I didn't want this to be a rape.  I knew that would do
no good, but I still had to break through that fa‡ade with
which he had so carefully shielded himself.  Kneeling behind
him, I spread his ass cheeks as far as they would go.  It
wasn't far enough for what I had in mind so I forced him to
spread his legs further to the side.  Now I didn't know how
far he and Jasper had gone in their lovemaking.  But Mike
had said Jasper hadn't fucked him so I thought that what was
about to happen was probably something this boy had never
experienced.
     Now I was able to spread his cheeks far enough to be
able to see the rosebud of his ass.  I stuck my nose deep
inside of his cleft and inhaled deeply.  His scent was hot,
moist, fragrant, the sweetest perfume ever created by gods
or men.  There was just a hint of fear in that scent.  But
not one trace of lust.  That's what I wanted to find.  Or if
not find it then maybe create it.  JJ needed a spark to get
him to live again-beyond the life of an automaton.
     My hands massaged his cheeks as I continued to breath
in his scent.  The temptation was too great; I had to get a
taste of this boy too.  I couldn't just inhale his essence.
My tongue attacked his rose.  It tasted like honey, mixed
with a bit of salt.  It had a spice to it that is not
describable.  I licked harder, pushing my tongue as far as
his unresisting ass would permit.  That wasn't far.  He was
way too tight to push into his ass.  I applied more spit to
him.  I hawked up a glob of spit and applied it gingerly
with my tongue.  He didn't try to pull away from me, but he
also didn't assist with what I was doing.  Maybe this was
going to be rape after all.
     I backed away from his ass, put the first two fingers
of my hand into my mouth, wetting them thoroughly.  My cock
was dripping lube like crazy.  Maybe I wasn't having any
impact on him, but my ON button was definitely punched.  I
picked up as much of my cock snot as I could and with my two
wet fingers applied it to his bud.  The smell of fear was
increasing from JJ's pores as he truly began to sweat.
Perspiration was running down his flanks.  I inserted one
finger.  He screamed in pain, causing me to push more
slowly.  His breathing increased and finally his cock began
to rise.  I could see it where it hung between his legs.
The skin was beginning to pull back from the head of his
penis.  Finally some headway was being made.
     Applying more spit to his ass, I pushed my finger
deeper into his gut.  The sphincter that had tried to keep
me out relaxed slightly.  I spit on his ass again, working
it around my finger with another one.  Slowly I began to
insert a second finger.  His ass rose opened a bit more.
His foreskin pulled back more tightly.  The second finger
was now inserted in his tube up to the finger web.
     Licking more with my tongue, I applied more lube to his
body and worked my two fingers around the interior of his
shoot.  It was pretty obvious that nothing had ever passed
this way before.  I was exploring totally new territory for
this boy and he was beginning to respond the way I wanted
him to.  I pulled my fingers out of his ass, reached between
his legs to grasp his cock.  I worked the skin back and
forth over the glans.  The scent of cheese assailed both our
nostrils.  A drop of lube appeared from his slit-enough to
wet my hand.  Reaching around his legs with my free hand I
grasped his low hanging testicles and pulled the sack tight.
More lube dripped onto my hand.  I buried my face into his
ass, licking his boy cunt while continuing to jack him with
one hand while milking his balls with the other.
     JJ began to hunch his body forward and back,
alternately pushing his ass more onto my face while fucking
the fist wrapped around his member.  I pushed into his
pucker harder with my tongue.  He fucked my fist and face
harder.  I could feel his heart beat through his ass as it
increased its speed.  His moans grew louder, more guttural.
     "FUCK.  I'M CUMMING.  I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING.  FUCK IT TO
HELLLLLLLLL.  JASPER, WHERE ARE YOU?  JASPER I WANT YOUR
BODY IN ME.  FUCK ME.  PLEASE, JASPER FUCK MY ASSSSSSSS.
FUCKKKKKKKKKK'
     The boy began to shoot his load in long steady streams
of cream.  He coated the side of my desk, filled my fist,
until the original strength was gone and all that he could
do was let it puddle to the floor.  I don't think I've ever
seen anyone shoot such a huge load without getting a cock up
his ass.  There was cum everywhere.  Its stench overpowering
every other scent in the room.
     JJ's legs weakened and he began to fall to the floor.
I caught him under his arms and slowly lowered him onto his
side.  His body continued to shake-not from his orgasm but
now he was crying-uncontrollably crying.  Like a baby in
pain, he cried as I unlocked the handcuffs and rolling him
onto his back I covered his body with mine.  I took him in a
great hug and let him cry his way to salvation.

     JJ cried for the better part of an hour.  I held him
the whole time, lying atop him on the floor.  The rate of
his tears alternated between quiet sobs and loud moaning.
He cried until his voice was totally gone.  No sound from
his mouth, only moans from deep inside his body.  The tears
flowed until he was totally void of fluid.  I continued to
hold the boy.
     When he had totally cried himself out, I picked up his
naked body, carried him to the sofa on the side of the
office and laid him down.  I propped a cushion under his
head, sat on the floor beside him and quietly stroked his
head.  Finally he relaxed and fell asleep in my arms.

     JJ lay on the sofa all night.  I did not leave him
alone except to get a basin of warm water and towels to
bathe him.  When he had gone into deepest sleep and seemed
to be totally relaxed, I covered him with a wool blanket,
and sat in a side chair watching him breathe.  He was so
beautiful in this peaceful sleep.  He was very easy to
watch.  I guess I dozed off just before morning because he
was sitting up staring at my naked body when I woke.  But
that look of a dead soul was no longer in his eyes.  When he
saw me wake up, he smiled weakly at me.
     "Hi, Sarge," he said softly.  Now in the Marines,
sergeants are never called "Sarge" except in the most
friendly, playful mode.  For JJ to use that reference was a
sign that maybe his soul was reawakening.
     I rose from my chair, walked over to him and pulling
the blanket away from his body, knelt between his legs.  I
laid my head on one of his thighs.  He reached down and
began to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand.
     "I guess I should hate you right now.  Isn't that the
way a man feels about another man who has raped him."  I
looked at him in horror.  "Hey, Sarge, I know you didn't
take my virginity, but you did things I didn't want done.
That's rape, isn't it?"
     "Yeah JJ, I guess it is.  I'm sorry. But I . . ."
     "It's OK, Sergeant.  I needed someone to care enough
about me to take the chance.  I needed you to do what you
did and I love you for it.  I miss Jasper so much I couldn't
do anything.  I was dead inside and didn't think I could
ever feel anything again.  Thanks, Sarge.  You've made me
feel again. You did what needed to be done."
     JJ bent over and kissed me on the cheek.  I reached
behind his head and pulled him closer to me and kissed him
hard on the lips.  I could feel his passion rising against
my chest.  I looked into his eyes.  For the first time since
Jasper died there was life in those eyes.  The old joy and
fire were there.  I thought everything would be OK with this
boy now.  Looking at his rising cock and feeling my own
begin to grow, I felt I had done the right thing-maybe not
the prescribed treatment but it seemed to work.  I wanted
this boy, wanted him with all my strength.  I wanted to
really taste his body and let him taste mine.
     I stood up, pulling him under his arms up with me.
     "Cadet.  That's all there is between us.  You are going
to find yourself a lover and it's not going to be me.  As
much as I love you and want to take you the way a man can,
I'm not going to do it.  You are too precious and too
vulnerable at this point and I refuse to allow myself the
pleasure of knowing your body any further."
     With that I released JJ, retrieved his clothes and
threw them to him.  He smiled a knowing smile and began to
dress.
     "Master Gunnery Sergeant, right now you could do
anything with me you wanted to do and I would have willingly
have you do it.  I would love you to be the first man to
fuck me.  I would love to love you fully-body and soul.
That's what I want right now.  But I know you're right.  It
wouldn't work out and at some point we'd both get hurt.  I
don't want to take that chance.  So can we be friends?"
     "Of course, Cadet Sergeant.  How did you suddenly get
so smart?  Thank you for saying that and of course we will
be friends."
     We both dressed and made ourselves as presentable as
possible.  I dismissed JJ to get cleaned up and into a clean
uniform.
     "Report to sick bay, Cadet.  I believe you have work
there to do."
     "AYE, AYE, SIR."

     JJ's last year at WMTI was by far his most successful.
He was made Commander of Cadets as the new year began and
ran a very tight ship for his tour.  Just before summer, the
recruiters from Amarillo came on board as they did every
year because they knew some of their best prospects could be
found here.  JJ and his two buddies, Bob and Michael, along
with about half the senior class joined the Marine Corps.
The next largest group joined the Navy.  About half a dozen
joined the Army.  Thankfully none of them joined the Air
Force.  That would have made so much of their military
training totally redundant.  Oh, and one decided to go to
Las Angeles and become a policeman.
     So another successful year came to an end.  The boys
who had been placed in my charge were taken care of.  They
left happy and they left good men.