It's been Jarheads week over on the Facebook Group this week and I thought I'd share this freebie from about five years ago. Couldn't post it all on FB 'cause it's not exactly safe for work!
Mentor: A Jarheads Short
By Sean Michael
"Who is this kid again, Blue?" Rig finished ironing Dick's shirt, then grabbed Rock's. His had gone to the cleaners for a starch and was hanging. This time of year he was always attending something or congratulating somebody.
Made him feel a little old, really, but that was what old dudes did. They shook hands and congratulated young kids.
"Jason Peterman. You remember, the kid we caught flinging rocks at the gym windows. Hard to believe he's old enough to be graduating from college now." Rock shook his head. "Makes me feel old."
Dick jumped at Rock from behind, arms wrapping around his waist. "You're only as old as the one you feel, and I'm still a spring chicken."
"Jason Peterman? No shit? Damn." Rig started in on the collar. "Is he the one with the brother that died? Some drug-related thing?"
They all had such complicated lives, kids. So much different than when he was younger.
Oh, God. He really was old.
"Yeah. And his mother had kicked him out because he was gay, and he wasn't allowed at the funeral. It was pretty ugly."
"He's a good kid," Dick put in. "Thanks to you, Rock."
His Jim was a good man. "So, what'd he get a degree in, and who's throwing the party?"
"Business administration, and the party's at the gym. Jane's done most of the work to set that up."
"Jane and the kid's new boyfriend." Dick kissed Rock's cheek and then came over to give him a kiss, too.
"Oh, ho!" Rig chuckled, shook his head. "Good for them, hmm?"
"Maybe." Rock took his shirt, putting it on. "The boyfriend's a vegetarian."
Rig chuckled. "Tofu dogs for all!"
Rock shuddered. "No, I warned Jane if she wanted to keep her job there'd be real food at this thing."
"Did I need to bring anything besides myself?" They could stop on the way, get tortilla chips and salsa.
"Nope. That was the point of making Jane organize it. We can show up, shake the kid's hand, and come home." Rock fixed him with a look. "Shake other stuff."
"You sure I'm not too old for shaking?"
Rock snorted and his Pretty laughed, the kid giving him a hug. "What's all this about being old? You two are still the sexiest guys I know."
"That's because you aren't old yet. You're our trophy boy."
Dick started laughing. "Trophy boy? Me?"
Rock nodded. "Yep. Straight guys have trophy wives; we've got you."
"Exactly. Me and Rock, we knew we'd need a pretty young stud to have around when we got old and hairy and flabby."
Dick looked his skinny ass up and down, and then did the same along Rock's studly body. "Old and hairy and flabby. Right."
"Yep. Your job is to make Rock look studly. Rock's job is to make me look macho." His job was to run circles around his muscle-bound Marines until one of them caught him. It was a good job.
Dick laughed and pounced him. Look at that, caught already. Rock joined the hug and the three of them kissed, mouths working together.
"Don't... don't wrinkle yourselves..." He licked at Rock's lips, then Dick's.
"Maybe we are getting old," murmured Rock. "I don't remember wrinkles ever being a reason not to keep kissing."
"Just trying to keep you..." Rock kissed him again and he forgot what they were talking about for a second.
"I hate to break this up, I really do, but if we're going to be there in time to see Jason get his diploma, we're going to have to go now..."
"He's so punctual."
Rig patted Dick's ass. "Nice ass, too."
Dick rubbed back against his hand and then gave a shout as Rock's hand came down, swatting his Pretty's ass.
"Come on, you two. Sooner we go, sooner we're back here getting out of these fancy clothes."
"Let me get my good hat." He already had on the ostrich boots, his nice silver buckle, and his best jeans.
"Yeah, you go ahead." Rock was already checking out his ass.
He headed over, took out his black Stetson, and put it on. Rock whistled. Dick grinned and groped his ass. Rig rolled his eyes. Right. Right. Like he was... gropeable. Still, Dick was groping away like he really was. Then Rock's hand joined in.
"Y'all..." Turkeys. They were turkey.
"Yep, that's us."
Dick chuckled at Rock's words and then his marines hustled him out of the door.
Rock watched as one kid after another walked across the stage to pick up their diplomas. Christ, they really were all so fucking young.
When Jason walked across the stage, he and his men stood up and clapped and whistled, made a real big deal of it for the kid. Hell, it was a big deal. When they'd caught Jason destroying their property, he'd been on his way to juvie and likely a life of being in and out of jail. All the kid had needed was a little push, too, someone to tell him that wrong was fucking wrong and he was better than that.
Kid had proved Rock right, too. He liked that.
The little wisp of a thing -- kid needed to eat more than just fucking vegetables and put some meat on his bones -- who was Jason's boyfriend clapped along with them. And then that was that.
They had to sit through the rest of the graduates and a couple of speeches Rock did his best not to snore through and then it was done.
Rock ambled over toward Jason, Rig next to him, Dick and the boyfriend in the lead. They shook hands all around -- well, the wispy vegetarian gave Jason a kiss -- and then it was Rock's turn.
He gave Jason his best macho handshake, along with a wink. "You did good. Congratulations."
"Thanks, man. I couldn't have done it without you guys -- you and Dick, you were always there." He could see that -- in the way the kid was built to the way Jason stood tall, unashamed.
"You did us proud, and I know you'll keep doing us proud." He gave Jason's hand another squeeze. "Now it's time to party. There's a whole set-up down at the gym. Hopefully with burgers or meat filled subs or something."
"Now, I heard that you loved tofu dogs..." The skinny little boyfriend was grinning like a monkey.
Rig coughed, trying not to laugh. Rock growled, showed his teeth.
Dick put an arm around his shoulders and backed him up. "You've got to admit, the kid's got gumption."
"That's one name for it." He gave the little guy a wink, though. He wasn't going to ruin Jason's big day. Besides, it was an obvious tease.
"There's a ton of food, music, everything. It's going to be a great celebration." Jason's man, whose name Rock still couldn't remember, grinned. "Did you tell them your news, Jase?"
Jason shook his head. "Not yet."
"News?" Rock turned to Jason, poked him. "What news?"
"I got into John Hopkins' med program. We're going to head out, find jobs and a place, but I got in."
Rig hollered for him. "Go you!"
Rock laughed and clapped Jason on the back. "Hell, yes, boy. Way to go."
That earned the kid a whole new round of hugs and handshakes.
"Now we've got twice as much reason to celebrate." Dick hugged both Jason and his boyfriend at the same time. "That's amazing news."
"Yeah. Yeah, it is." The kid looked at him, just a little scared. "I've never lived anywhere not here, man."
"Hey, you survived breaking the windows of my gym -- you can survive anything."
"You think you can find me a place to work out when I move?"
"You know it." Rock put his arm around Jason's shoulders and led him away from the others a step or two. "You know the number at the beach and at the gym, yeah? You just call collect if you need anything. Just because you graduated from college doesn't mean you graduated from us."
"Thanks, man. I mean it. Really. You're like... you're like my heroes, Rock, you and Dick. I can't thank you enough."
Rock made a noise and waved. "You have a good life, Jason, that's all the thank you we need."
"I will. I mean, I do. I really do."
"Good." He patted Jason's back again and when the kid threw his arms around Rock's waist and hugged tight, Rock hugged him back. "Okay. It's time to go celebrate, yeah?"
"Hell, yeah. I told Kendall to buy the good beer."
"Now there's a thank you already." He guided Jason back to where Kendall -- no wonder he couldn't remember that, it was a doll's name -- and Dick and Rig were standing.
"Y'all ready?" Rig was beaming -- not at the kid, at him.
"Yeah, yeah, we're good. Let's go party."
Dick sat leaned back against the wall, Coke in hand -- he was the designated driver tonight, which meant he'd get a show as he drove home of Rock and Rig making out in the back seat. It was a great trade-off for not drinking.
He grinned, enjoying watching Jason accept congratulations and hugs from all sorts of people. He knew the kid was surprised by how many people had shown up to this thing to say hey; Jason had a lot of friends through the gym.
Kendall was sweet, splitting his time between staying close to Jason and making sure the party was running smoothly. He and Jane had put on a fantastic spread. There was a ton of veggie stuff, but also plenty of other food -- not even Rock could complain about a lack of meat.
They'd even managed to hook a disco ball to the ceiling over a make-shift dance floor.
Rock and Rig were currently polishing belt buckles, as Rig would say, and it was turning him on. All these years and the two of them still did it for him. Big time. Rock's eyes were on Rig, the look still hot enough to make his mouth dry.
His sexy motherfuckers.
Rig's eyes were closed, the lines somehow making the man look more fascinating, more desirable. He wondered if Jason and Kendall would still be together when they both had lines like that, if it would make them even more in love with each other. Of course, he had to hope that some of the things that put those lines on Rig's face never happened to another gay man again -- hell, never happened to anyone, ever again. He knew, though, if he asked Rig if it had been worth it, Rig would laugh and say, "Shit, Pretty. I'd go through hell and back for y'all."
Jason and Kendall started dancing and Dick looked at his watch. He thought they'd put in enough time at this party -- they had the excuse to leave that they were old guys.
He straightened, left his Coke on a table and went over to his lovers.
"Hey, Pretty. Is it time?" Rig always knew. Always.
"Yeah, it is." He leaned in and took a kiss from Rig, another from Rock. "Time for three-way slow dancing."
"Mmm." Rig smiled, grey eyes twinkling. "That sounds perfect."
"Of course it'll be perfect." Rock winked and weaved them over to Jason. "It's time for the old folks to get going."
"You're not old. There's going to be quarters later."
Rig groaned. "Son, I am way too old for that shit."
"Even I'm too old for that." Dick grinned and gave Jason and Kendall a quick hug, as did Rock. Then they were off, leaving the younger generation to keep partying.
"I expect to see you all hitting the machines tomorrow, bright and early," Rock called back, teasing.
There was a chorus of groans and laughter that followed them out.
"So should Rig set the alarm for six a.m., big guy?" Dick danced out of the way of Rock's lazy swat.
"Since when do I need an alarm?"
Dick laughed and Rock tilted his head and then grinned. "I still don't want to be up at six a.m., Rabbit. Make it eight and you've got a deal."
"Got a deal for what?" Rig looked confused. "I don't wake you up that early..."
"Oh, okay. I just didn't want Dick's suggestion putting ideas in your head."
"Hey, you told the kids they had to be here bright and early working out. I just thought you'd want to check on them personally." This time he didn't move quite fast enough to escape the swat.
"You two are confusing as hell." Someone had had a couple of beers.
"Just get in the car and let me drive you guys home. I'm horny."
He'd bet Rock and Rig were plenty horny as well. If he was really lucky, there'd be a blow-job in the back seat for him to watch, and hear and smell.
"Yes, boss." Rig handed him that fancy, expensive hat before climbing into the car.
Grinning, he placed the hat carefully on the passenger seat up front with him and then watched in the rear view mirror until Rock had settled in the back as well, and pulled the door closed.
Rig was already sliding closer, pressing against Rock's side. "Uh-huh."
Smiling, Dick pulled out onto the road. He decided they needed to take the scenic route home along the ocean instead of the highway -- they had the time.
"Open the windows, Pretty; let the wind... oh... Fuck..."
He glanced back, grinning. He couldn't quite see what Rock's hands were up to, but Rock sure looked smug.
"He's fun when he's tipsy." It didn't take much to get Rig tipsy.
Dick chuckled. "He's fun all the time, isn't he?"
"Pretty much, yeah." Rock gave him a smile and then took Rig's mouth in a nice, wet sounding kiss.
Dick opened the windows, chuckling as he heard fabric groan.
"...my good shirt..."
"Buy you a new one," growled Rock.
"Still fucking hot. Touch me." It was like the best kind of porn.
"Go for the nipple ring."
Rock chuckled. "I won't backseat your drive if you don't front seat my fucking."
"Blue... focus. I'm right here."
Dick and Rock laughed together and then the sounds from the back became the familiar moans and groans, wet kisses and soft shushing of skin on skin.
Fuck, he loved that sound.
He found a dark, quiet stretch and pulled over so he could watch, maybe tease a little, talk to Rig. He undid his seat belt and turned in the seat, groaning at the site of Rig arched up against Rock. Rig's shirt was open, hands braced on Rock's shoulders as Rock's mouth worked one of Rig's nipples. He could see the bulges in their jeans, see them rubbing together.
"The two of you make me want to climb back there and rip all your clothes off, fuck you both."
Rig groaned, head falling back. "Anytime."
"You could suck Rock while I slid into your ass."
"Uh-huh." Rig was panting, hips rolling convulsively.
Rig did love it when he talked about what he wanted to do. Rock's eyes flashed up toward him, those big hands opening Rig's jeans.
He glanced out the window to make sure they were still alone on this stretch of highway and then turned his attention back to the action in the back seat. God, he should have made sure they'd gotten home because he really wanted to join in. Of course, he could watch this and then get his later. Rig was always up for a late-night romp. Always.
"You gonna suck Rock?" he asked. "Wrap your lips around that beautiful cock?"
That time is was Rock who moaned, the big man focused and wanting. No one loved Rig's mouth like Rock.
Rig's fingers pushed into Rock's pants, tugging out the fat prick. Dick swore he could smell Rock's want.
"Want you." Rig's voice was one lazy drawl.
"Take it, Rig. Take him in your mouth and suck him."
Rock agreed. "Uh-huh."
Rig slid back, knees on the floor board on the passenger side, shoulders draping over Rock's thighs.
"The two of you look amazing together." He watched as Rig's lips slipped around Rock's cock.
Rig's back was right there, white shirt almost shining, hips moving lazily. Dick reached out, hand sliding to tug the shirt out of Rig's good jeans. One of Rock's hands landed on Rig's head, the other wrapped around Rig's ass.
The car filled with the sounds of sucking and moaning, and Dick added his own groans of appreciation to the mix.
Rock's hand slid around, loosening Rig's belt. "Let's get him off, too, kid."
He could get behind that. He got the shirt tugged up and out of the way and then reached around into Rig's jeans. He couldn't get to Rig's prick from that angle, so he changed tactics, going for the tight, fine ass instead. He squeezed and fondled it, his fingers sliding along Rig's hot crack.
He heard Rig's moan, then Rock bucked. "Fuck, yeah."
Dick brought his hand to his mouth and sucked noisily on his fingers before pushing them back into Rig's jeans, searching for that hot little hole. Rig jerked, body arching up toward him.
"Yeah, that's it, Dick." Rock's voice was husky in the way that it got when Rig was sucking him, and Dick could see Rock's hand move, working Rig's prick.
He pushed his fingers deeper into Rig's ass. Rig moved against him, that hole squeezing tight, working his fingers. Rock groaned, hips beginning to punch up into Rig. He loved the way Rock's fingers curled, holding Rig down.
He shifted a little farther over, finding Rig's gland with his fingertips. Rig cried out, spine arching. So fucking hot.
"Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you like it. I wish it was my cock inside you."
Rig's ass clenched again and Rock grunted hard. "Fuck, keep talking."
Dick grinned a little wildly. "When we get home that's what I'm going to do, I'm going to fuck you, going to sink into this tight ass."
He could feel what his words were doing to Rig.
"You're so fucking tight -- it turns me on so much, makes me so hard. So do the noises you make when you suck Rock."
Rock grinned at him, the look wild, fucking hungry. He grinned back and then leaned awkwardly. Rock leaned up, too and their mouths met in a rough kiss. So fucking hot. Jesus, he needed them. Both.
"Come on, Rig. Work your magic so I can take you home and we can all get it on."
He felt Rig's laughter, all around his fingers.
"Don't make me start singing Marvin Gaye now."
"Oh fuck..." Rig was really starting to laugh, shoulders shaking. Man, Rock was going to beat him.
He couldn't stop himself, though, and he started to warble. "I've been really trying..."
Rig sat up, lips wet and swollen, all of them cracking up, the car rocking with laughter. Rock tried to glare at him, but the big guy was laughing to hard to make it work.
"Jesus, y'all crack my shit up." Rig leaned into Rock, grinning wide.
Rock tugged Rig close. "It's the beer."
"Mmm. Take us home, Pretty. We'll finish this together, in style."
"Sounds like a plan."
He got himself a kiss from Rig, and then one from Rock and then he got back into his seat and started up the engine.
The radio came on, the words "Let's get it on," coming from it and they all started laughing again.
Dick glanced back at his lovers in the rear view mirror. He and Rock might have helped Jason change his life for the better, but Dick wouldn't change a single thing of his own.
Not one thing.
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