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    Taking Care of Jason

    (This is a story I've been tinkering with lately, especially since I finished the Stargate stories. It won't be as long as 'Watching Brad', but it should keep you occupied for a few days. I hope you enjoy it. - Neil)

    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 1

    "Please, God," I asked in a silent prayer, "just get me out of this alive!"

    I was in deep, deep trouble. I'm a pretty big guy. I can take care of myself. But I couldn't take care of myself this time. I was scared, and I'm not ashamed to tell you. I was trapped. Two guys had me by the arms and there was no way I could escape. The third guy was standing in front of me. I should have used my shoulder bag when I had the chance.

    "You want this, don't you, you fuckin' fag?" He stood in front of me with his hands cupping his crotch and shoving it at me. "You want this cock? Tell my boys how much you want it! Come on, tell them!"

    I'd seen him around college. I didn't know his name, though.

    "After you take care of me, you can take care of my boys. Blond or redhead. Take your pick." He grinned at me. "Get him down, boys," he said with a sneer.

    I felt a leg kicking at the back of my knees and down I went. I started crying. "Please," I said. I grasped the strap of my shoulder bag as if it would protect me somehow.

    "Listen to the Queer Boy. Beggin' for it." The guy in front of me stepped forward and pushed his jeans-covered crotch into my face. I could smell him and I almost puked. I pulled my head away, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back into him again, grinding his hips in a circle. I could feel his hardon pressing against his jeans.

    I closed my eyes and I cried. "Please, God," I begged, "please help me!"

    "Let him go."

    The voice came from my right somewhere. It sounded somehow familiar, but I wasn't sure. I kept my eyes closed, even after the guy in front of me let go of my hair and stepped back. I sucked in a big breath of clean-smelling air.

    "Aw, come on, Jason," the guy said. "Queer Boy wants it. He's beggin' for it on his knees."

    "I saw how he got on his knees," the voice said.

    I could feel the hands holding me relaxing a bit. I opened my eyes slowly and looked to the right. I knew Jason. I'd sucked him off a few weeks ago when I had been ganged up on by another group of guys. Jason was big and he scared me a bit. Okay, he scared me a lot! But not as much as the three assholes around me. He was wearing tight jeans that clearly showed the tube of his cock. His black T-shirt was as black as the hair that poked out of the neckline. His biceps bulged out, stretching the material of his Tee and forming itself to his pecs and abs. He was standing there, a few strides away. His legs were parted and his arms were folded over his chest.

    "Let him go," he repeated. His eyes shot laser beams from under his heavy, dark eyebrows.

    Nobody moved. . . except Jason. He grabbed the bottom hem of his Tee and pulled it over his head. He held it in his hand. He was a scary-looking guy at the best of times. Handsome, but scary. He was terrifying when he stood there with his shirt off. There were muscles everywhere, and that mat of black hair covered it all.

    His brows curled down and his eyes narrowed. His face turned hard and deadly.

    "Let. . . him. . . go!"

    The hands let me go and I scrambled away as fast as I could toward my left.

    "Freeze!" Jason's voice pierced me and I couldn't move. I froze. "Over here!" he said to me.

    I turned my head to look at him. "Over here," he said. I don't know what it was, but I saw a look in his eyes, even at that distance, and I felt that ‘over here' would be the safest place for me to be. I gave the three a wide berth as I circled them and made my way quickly toward Jason. I scanned the soccer field for a place to run, but everywhere was the same. Except for a car parked near the street, which is the one place I didn't want to be if it belonged to Jason, I was still trapped. But, at least with Jason, I'd only get the shit kicked out of me by one man and not three.

    "Here," he said, pointing to the ground beside and just in front of him. I walked to where he pointed and stopped. The three other guys were standing there, watching.

    Jason calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jackknife. "Oh, shit," I thought. He handed me his T-shirt, opened the blade, and I prepared myself for the worst, but he held the knife in his left hand and ran his right thumb over the blade. Blood appeared, but Jason didn't even flinch. And then his thumb was coming at my face. I backed away again.

    "Don't move," Jason whispered. I froze again and closed my eyes. The thumb touched my forehead and I could feel a ‘J' being traced on it. The thumb disappeared, and then I heard the snap of the blade as he closed it. I opened my eyes.

    Jason was slipping the knife back into his pocket, then he licked the blood from his thumb. He looked up at the three guys standing in front of us. "Spread the word," Jason said. "He belongs to me."

    "You can't lay claim to him like that, asshole," the guy with the smelly crotch said.

    Jason flexed. His biceps bulged and his pecs bounced. His stomach pulled tight and taut. "You want to fight for him? I'll fight ya. One at a time or all three together. Makes no difference to me." His hands balled into fists.

    The blond started to back away. "I don't need a blowjob that bad." He turned around and walked away. The redhead followed close behind. They stopped a short distance away, waiting for their friend.

    "Spread the word," Jason repeated. "He belongs to me. If you or anyone else touches him, I'll rip your fuckin' faces off and shove them up your ass." Even I jumped when Jason shouted, "Got it!!?"

    Smelly Crotch could only nod.

    Jason held out his hand for his Tee. I gave it to him and he pulled it on. "Get in my car," he said.

    "I'm not going anywhere with. . ."

    "If you want to stay in one piece, you'll get your ass in my car." I didn't move. "My car or I leave you to fend for yourself. Your choice."

    I looked over at Smelly Crotch and his friends. I decided that, if I had to suck a cock today, I'd rather it be Jason's. I started walking to his car. I could hear him walking close behind.

    We reached the car and I got inside. Jason walked around to the other side, opened the door, and climbed in behind the wheel. He just sat there, staring out the window. I waited, but he didn't say anything. He didn't even move. He just sat there. I clutched my shoulder bag to my chest, holding it like a shield in front of me.

    Now, I told you before, I'm no wimp. I can take care of myself one-on-one. I'm average height and weight, and I've got a bit of muscle on me. I'm one of those weird guys with blond hair and dark eyebrows. Everyone thinks I bleach it, but I don't. That's just the way it is. My pubes are blond, too, but the ‘V' of hair going to my navel gets darker as it goes up. No hair above that, though, except for a few around my nipples. People are always saying that I have ‘magnetic eyes'. They're iridescent blue. And I've got one of those ‘pretty' faces. I wish I was handsome, but I'm not. I'm pretty. That doesn't help when you're gay. Well, I suppose it helps gay guys, but a straight guy would be pretty pissed off. A lot of guys liked getting sucked off by pretty faces.

    Jason should be more my type. He probably would be if he hadn't been part of a group of gangbangers. That was my fault, though, really. I'd been servicing a classmate for months and he told me about a party he was going to. He knew my type. He was it. He told me there would be two other guys like him at the party. There were going to be three others as well, more my size.

    "Cocksucker's Paradise," I said off-handedly. But Mike took me at my word and told me the next day that I was invited to the party. I'd have all the cock I could handle. Jason was there and I started drooling. But, things got out of hand. The more the guys got, the more they wanted, and the sooner they wanted it. Two guys came three times in one hole or another. Three other guys came twice. Jason came only once, in my mouth.

    On a guy like me, Jason's cock would be huge. On Jason, it actually looked small. Not ‘tiny' small - just ‘not-so-big' small. Still, it was thick and did a good job of prying my jaws apart. The head almost made me gag. I didn't see him naked, though, as much as I would have liked it. Only one guy stripped entirely and I wasn't particularly interested in him. Jason just opened his jeans and tucked his Jockeys under his balls. This was the first time I'd seen him without a shirt.

    He's got a nice face. Handsome, strong, rugged. Acne had never touched this boy. Like I said, he had jet-black hair, and his stubble was just as black. He kept it all trimmed down as if he had full-time three-day whiskers. It was hot, believe me. His eyes were dark, and he had this way of always tilting his head down a bit when he talked to you, sort of like the way Superman talked to Lex Luthor in his subway lair in that movie. Actually, shorten Christopher Reeve's hair and give him three-day stubble and you'd have a good idea of what Jason looked like.

    As I said, just my type. If he wasn't such an asshole!

    "What are you going to do to me?" I asked timidly.

    Still, he didn't move. I waited some more.

    "Look, if you want a blowjob, I'll. . ."

    He glanced my way and I shut up, but I realized he was looking out the window. I followed his gaze. Smelly Crotch, Blondie, and Red were still standing there, watching us, wondering, waiting.

    Jason sat there, looking at them for a long time before he turned to me and said, "Leave your bag in here and get out."

    I did as I was told. I stood near the car, waiting. The other door finally opened and Jason stepped out. He walked around the front of the car and stopped in front of me. He calmly undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was almost hard by then, and it was getting harder all the time.

    "Suck me," he said calmly.

    I looked around, then at the three guys. They were approaching us slowly. He noticed my gaze. "Scott," he said, and I looked back, my face full of fear and apprehension. "If you want to get out of here alive, you'll suck it now." I didn't understand the tone of his voice. It wasn't really an order. It was more of a suggestion. A recommendation.

    "No-one will hurt you if you do as I tell you."

    I glanced once more at the threesome and dropped to my knees. I grabbed Jason's cock in my hand, opened my mouth, and sucked the whole thing down in one go. I was acquainted with his cock, as I said earlier, so I knew what to expect, and I knew I could handle it. I believed Jason for some reason. I'm not sure why. All I knew was that I trusted him a whole lot more than Smelly Crotch and Friends.

    I slid my lips up and down Jason's cock, trying to give him the best blowjob I could, hoping that I could get it over with as soon as possible.

    "Man! Look at that fag suck that thing!" The voice came from nearby. I think it was Smelly Crotch.

    "Shit, man, he's eating the whole fuckin' thing!" came another voice. Sounded like Red.

    "Wish he'd do me like that." Had to be Blondie. Now, I wouldn't mind doing Blondie if he asked me nicely. He was pretty damned cute.

    "C'mon, Jason," Smelly Crotch begged. "Let us have a turn when you're done."

    "Fuck you," Jason said quietly. "He's mine." Then he shouted, "Now shut the fuck up!"

    They shut up.

    Jason grabbed my hair in his hands, holding my head still. He started pounding his cock into me, slamming his belly against my face and his balls against my chin with every stroke. His hips gained speed and his ramming became more intense.

    "Oh, fuckin' shit!" I heard from my right. I knew the voice and I knew the tone. I turned my head slightly and my eyes found him before Jason pulled me back onto his cock. But I'd had enough of a look to see Blondie with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. His teeth were clenched and his hand was wrapped around the hard cock outlined in his pale-denim jeans. His body was quivering and a wet spot was forming where the head of his cock could be seen. Poor kid. Creaming his jeans right in front of everybody.

    Jason renewed his assault. Seconds later, his cock began to swell and pulse, and I knew what was coming. Or, more precisely, who was cumming. He lodged his cockhead in my throat and held my head there. The first shot went right down my throat and Jason pulled back until just the head was in my mouth. More jizz squirted on my tongue, bouncing off my tonsils. I swallowed as fast as I could. What choice did I have? It was either swallow or drown.

    Jason's right hand left my head and wrapped itself around his cock as he continued shooting. I knew from earlier that he was a quiet cummer. He barely made a sound.

    "Let us see!" Smelly Crotch yelled.

    Jason pulled out of my mouth and shot the rest of his cream on my face.

    "Holy, shit!" I think that was Red. I wasn't really paying attention. I was too entranced by the hose-down I was getting.

    I might have hated Jason's guts, but man, could that boy make my tonsils dance! If only he wasn't such an asshole. So, I let him go and do what he wanted with me. I trusted him that he would protect me from Smelly Crotch and everyone else. If he did that much for me, a blowjob and a facial once in awhile was well worth it.

    Jason finished, then tucked himself away and did up his pants again. I moved my hand to my face to wipe off the jizz, but he said, "Leave it." I did. He looked at Smelly Crotch. "He belongs to me. I'll kill anyone who touches him."

    He grabbed me under my arm and pulled me to my feet. Still holding me, he opened the car door and pushed me inside. He closed the door and looked back at Smelly Crotch and his gang. His eyes stopped when he got to Blondie. "Better let that dry before Mommy sees it."

    He walked around the car, climbed behind the wheel again, started the engine, and drove off. We left the soccer field behind us and headed out onto the streets. He bent forward, reaching under his seat. I tensed, expecting a weapon of some sort to be pulled out, but he came up with a handful of Kleenex and held them out to me.

    "Don't forget the blood on your forehead."

    I took the tissues and spit in it and rubbed at my forehead. Then I began wiping up Jason's cum from my face.

    "Look at me," Jason said. I did. He pointed a finger and touched my forehead in two places. "Here and here." He handed me a clean tissue.

    I scrubbed it again.

    He looked at me again. "You're clean," he said. "Look, I won't ever tell you to do that again if you don't want to do it. If you don't, you're on your own. If you do, I'll see to it that no-one ever touches you again."

    I remained silent.

    "When we're alone, you can talk."

    "That's blackmail," I said immediately.

    He looked at me. "Quid pro quo." He looked back to the street in front of us. "Tit for tat. You take care of me and I take care of you."

    "How do I know if I can trust you?"

    "You don't," he said. "You'll just have to take my word for it. I want an answer before I drop you off at home, if that's where you're going."

    "Yes," I answered. "And I'll do it."

    Jason nodded his head. "I'll want other things, too. Can you handle it?"

    "If you can keep me from getting beat up, I can handle anything you want."

    He nodded his head again. "Good. Where do you live?"

    I gave him directions. He pulled up in front of my rooming house and I opened the door. He grabbed my arm. I turned toward him. "Make time for me every day. Keep my balls empty and we'll get along just fine."

    "If you fuck me, you have to use a condom."

    "I'm clean," he said. "I get tested all the time."

    "I don't care. You use a condom or the deal's off. I'll take my chances alone."

    And then he smiled, the first time since I'd met him, and he patted my cheek. "Good answer, Scott. I don't fuck anyone without a glove. See you tomorrow."

    I got out of the car and Jason drove away. I watched until long after his car disappeared around the corner.

    What in hell was that smile all about?

    To Be Continued

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    hmmmmm....a little different from the work you usually do.....but nevertheless.....still on the edge of my seat.........good writing neil

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    Wouldn't it get boring if all the stories were the same? Besides, I know where this story is going, and I have a few little surprises in mind.

    Mwa ha ha ha

    (Don't blame me for that. I borrowed it from someone else.)

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    Jason is going to surprise us.........

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    you're too cool neil!!!!!!!

    I always enjoy your writing's

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    Quote Originally Posted by Peto Antoni
    Jason is going to surprise us.........
    Damn! You figured out Jason is really an Elvis impersonator pretending to be Elton John in disguise as George Michael in Boy George make-up!

    Or is it Whoopi Goldberg?

    Michael Jackson?

    I know it's not Jimmy Hoffa!

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    Now this is different. I have to laugh at your descriptions of your characters. "Smelly crotch", "Blondie". I hope you don't really know people by those names... lol

    This will be interesting for sure.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 2

    Jason was waiting outside my rooming house when I left for school the next morning. I didn't even know he was there until I'd walked past him and he beeped his horn at me. I almost kept walking, but I stopped. Jason was an asshole, but he hadn't really been unkind to me. He'd been good to me, in fact, and now he was protecting me. Even when he had face-fucked me the day before, he'd done it with care. I got the feeling he wasn't trying to hurt me.

    I didn't really mind sucking Jason's cock. He had a nice cock. He had been clean both times I'd sucked him off. Sure, there was that taste and smell a guy gets when their toys are stuffed in underwear all day, but it wasn't repulsive like Smelly Crotch yesterday. I didn't really enjoy it as much as I would have liked because Jason stuffed my face because he knew he could. That's what bothered me most. That's what made him an asshole.

    I was his toy - his own personal Hoover. I was there to take care of his cock. After that, I was nothing to him. I'd probably do it willingly if he asked me to. Like I said, I didn't really mind, but it was just the fact that he expected me to do it any time he wanted which made him an asshole. I wasn't anything to him except a mouth.

    I turned and went back to his car, opened the door, and climbed inside. He started driving.

    "What time do you get out today?" he asked without even looking at me.

    "Two," I replied.

    "I get out at three," he said. "Wait for me at my car. I park in the same lot every day. While you're waiting for me, write out your class schedule."

    "Why?"

    "So I know where to find you if I get horny during the day."

    "Now, look. . ." I started, but he finished it.

    "No, Scott!" he shouted. "You look! I saved your ass yesterday, three times over! It belongs to me now! You made the deal! Any time I want! That's the deal! The next time you open your mouth, you'd better have my cock stuffed in it! Got it!?"

    He looked at me and I said, "Yes." He went back to driving. "Good," he said, much more calmly. "Now make yourself useful and jerk me off while I'd driving you to school, but you'd better say ‘Goodnight, Gracie' if you make me cum. I don't want to cum until later."

    I resolved myself to my fate. I hated Jason with a passion, but he was my Guardian Angel. I'd already been beaten up twice since college began, and I felt safe now. A bit of humiliation was worth all the pain I might be suffering.

    I dropped my shoulder bag to the floor, reached across the seat, and began undoing his pants. I fished out his cock, which was already getting harder, and began to stroke it, making sure I didn't go too fast and make him shoot.

    "That's good," Jason said. "From now on, when you're in this car, that's where your hand will be."

    * * * * *

    I doubted the sincerity of Jason's deal until three days later. I'd taken care of him after school that day he picked me up, and again the day after that. Today, I was waiting for him at his car. He'd parked in the lot near the Science building. I was squatting down beside his car and leaning my back against it, sitting on heels in the shade of it. I saw someone approach and looked up. It was Smelly Crotch and Friends. I stood up quickly and closed the book, ready to whap anyone who came into range with it.

    There wasn't anywhere for me to go. Red was coming from my left, Blondie from my right. Old Smelly came at me from the front.

    "Well, well, well," Smelly said. "Look what we have here, boys. Mr. Queer Boy, and his mouth is empty. I've got just the thing to fill it." He grabbed his crotch.

    Red grabbed one arm. Blondie stood at my other side, but he didn't grab my arm. "Hold his fuckin' arm!" Smelly shouted, and Blondie grabbed it quickly, but he didn't hold me even half as hard as Red was holding me. I glanced at him and I could see he was holding my arm only because he'd been told to. The look in his eyes was almost apologetic, and I suddenly felt I had something of a kindred spirit. Someone who was stuck in a situation and being made to do things he didn't really want to do.

    "So, Queer Boy," Smelly said, "what do you say? Hungry?"

    "Jason will be here soon," I warned him.

    "We weren't ready for him yesterday," Smelly said. "We're ready now, though. We can handle him just fine." His hand came to my cheeks, squeezing them and puckering them open. "Yeah, you've got a pretty mouth, and it will look good wrapped around my meat."

    Smelly looked at his friends, first one, then the other. "What do you say, boys? Who wants this mouth after I'm finished with it? Or maybe you'd prefer his ass."

    "Yeah," Red said. "I'll take his ass. I haven't had me a good fuck in a long time."

    Blondie's voice was eerily quiet. "If he doesn't mine," he said, "I think I'd like to have a blowjob, too."

    "Oh, listen to Mr. Virginity," Smelly teased. "It doesn't matter if he minds or not. If you want a blow, he'll give it to you, won't you Queer B. . ."

    Smelly didn't have a chance to finish. Red was pulled away as if he'd been sucked up in a tornado. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, flying across the pavement and rolling a few times before scrambling to his feet and hightailing it out of there. Meanwhile, Smelly was being ripped away from me as well and being spun around. I moved quickly out of the way.

    Jason was there, and he had Smelly by the shirt and he held Blondie by the wrist. Blondie was almost crying, trying to escape Jason's vice grip. He dropped to his knees and tried to twist himself free, but Jason's muscles were no match and Blondie was yanked back to his feet. Jason was glaring at him and I could see Blondie wincing in pain. He was terrified.

    I could have got the shit kicked out of me by Jason, but I had to do something. I ran around him, grabbed Blondie by the upper arm and put my other hand on Jason's. "Please, Jason, let him go." Jason glared at me. His fury burned into me, but I stood up to it. "Don't hurt him. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just let him go." Jason just looked at me. "Please, Jason. Don't hurt him."

    Jason's face changed and his eyes softened. He glanced at Blondie, then back at me. And then I felt his hand releasing Blondie's wrist.

    "Thank you," Blondie said to me and I let him go. I still hadn't taken my eyes off Jason. I only heard Blondie's footsteps as they ran away behind me.

    That left Smelly Crotch. Jason turned to him in time to get his face splattered with a mouthful of spit. The growl that came out of him made me back up. His left hand grabbed the waistband of Smelly's jeans and he picked him up and slammed him against his car. Smelly grunted and his head snapped back. When it came up again, the defiant look was gone and it was now a look of terror. You'd think Smelly had just came up against Jason from the ‘Friday the 13th' movies.

    Jason's growl continued, his face pulled back in fury. He picked Smelly up again and swung him around in a circle three times as he moved. I stumbled out of his way, almost tripping over my own feet, and then Smelly was being slammed up against the Science building, his feet dangling in mid air. I heard the thud and I cringed. Smelly's head banged against the brick.

    "Oh, God!" he said loudly, tears coming from his eyes, and then I saw his jeans growing darker. I watched as Smelly pissed himself. The wet patch grew longer and longer, spreading out as it moved down his legs.

    Jason noticed this, too, and let go of Smelly's jeans. Smelly dropped to the ground, but Jason still held him by the shirt. Smelly continued pissing as Jason moved his face closer to Smelly's face. Smelly pushed his head back into the wall, but it wouldn't go any further.

    Jason's voice sent shivers up my spine and back down again. It was low and full of menace. "I told you I'd kill you if you touched him again. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your fuckin' head off."

    "Please," Smelly begged. More tears filled his eyes. He was pitiful, but I didn't pity him.

    "If I ever see you again," Jason continued, "your ass better be the only side of you I see, and it better be moving away from me as fast as it can."

    Jason wiped the spittle from his face and wiped it on Smelly's shirt.

    "Now, get your pissy pants away from me before I give you a reason to shit in them, too!"

    Smelly's face turned ashen white. Jason yanked his hand away and stepped away in time to avoid the puke that erupted from Smelly's mouth. It ran down his chin and onto the shirt where Jason's hand had been a moment ago. I had to smile. A smelly crotch was the best smelling part on him now. I wouldn't want to be on the same bus with him when he was riding home.

    Jason walked to his car, picked up my shoulder bag and book, then fished the keys from his pocket and opened the passenger door. He handed me the bag and book and I got in the car. He closed the door and gave Smelly one final look of warning, then walked around the car to get in the other side. I reached across to unlock it for him.

    Jason got in and settled behind the wheel. When he was buckled in, I reached for his zipper. He stopped my hand and looked at me. "You've had enough excitement for today," he said. "Relax."

    I settled back into my seat and buckled up. "Thank you," I said.

    "It's my job," he replied. As we drove out of the parking lot, he asked, "Why did you stop me?"

    "When?"

    "The blond kid," he said. "Why did you stop me?"

    "He was nice to me," I replied. "I don't think he wanted to be there any more than I did. He even asked me if I would give him a blowjob."

    Jason looked at me. "He asked you?"

    "Yes."

    He looked back at the road. "Would you have given him one?"

    I didn't hesitate. "Yes."

    Jason actually smiled. It wasn't a big one, but it was a smile. "Because he asked or because you think he's cute and sexy?"

    "All three."

    The smile remained for a few seconds and disappeared. "I'll arrange it for you."

    "What?" I asked in astonishment.

    "The next time I see him, I'll arrange it," Jason said. "You can give him his blowjob."

    "Why?"

    Jason looked at me when he said, "Quid pro quo."

    Okay, Jason had proven himself as my protector. I still thought he was an asshole, but not as big an asshole as he had been that morning. But I didn't understand why he would offer to make arrangements for Blondie to get his blowjob just because I wanted to give him one. I was still trying to figure it out when we pulled up in front of the rooming house.

    "Do you have your own room in there?" Jason asked.

    "Yes."

    "What number?"

    "Seven."

    "Lucky number," he said. "Allowed visitors?"

    "Yes."

    Jason nodded. "Good. I think I'll need to borrow you for a half-hour or so tonight. About nine o'clock."

    "The walls are pretty thin," I told him.

    "I don't make much noise."

    "I know."

    "No problem, then. See you tonight."

    * * * * *

    As promised, Jason showed up at nine. I locked the door and, for the first time, Jason took all his clothes off. He was an asshole, and I didn't really like him, but ‘man'! He was a dream come true. There was just so much of him. I'd fantasized about having him fuck me, but he never mentioned it. I'm not sure he wanted to do that. He liked his blowjobs and that seemed good enough for him. Still, I wouldn't really complain too hard if told me he wanted to.

    Jason lay down on his back, his hands behind his head on my pillow. His cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum when I joined him. I gave him the best blowjob I could. I liked sucking his cock. I just didn't like him. I don't know how he did it, but he always tasted like he just stepped out of a shower.

    As usual, he didn't make much noise at all when he came, and, with my radio playing in the background, I didn't think anyone even knew what was going on.

    I held his soft cock in my mouth until he started to get hard again. He pulled my head away when that happened and I sat up. He rolled over onto his belly and spread his legs. He didn't have to tell me what he wanted. I knew.

    I positioned myself between his legs. His back spread itself out before me, smooth and muscled. There was no hair there. I put my hands on the large, rounded cheeks of his ass. They were as solid as the rest of him. My thumbs slid into the crack between them and pulled them apart. His tight, pink button revealed itself to me. Like everything else about Jason, he was as clean there as every other part of him.

    I didn't hesitate for long. My face moved between those cheeks and my tongue did its work. Jason actually moaned softly for once and his hips pushed back against me. His head turned from its side to bury itself into my pillow. I began to wonder if this was the first time he had been rimmed. I put my best talents to work and doubled my efforts. Jason began to squirm beneath me and I could see his fingers digging into my pillow when I looked up his body from my position.

    I pushed my tongue harder against his asshole and Jason pushed up with his hips again. The harder I pushed, the higher his hips rose. Before long, he was on his knees and I was kneeling behind him, burying my face and tongue into him as hard as I could, my head twisting back and forth into him.

    Jason's body was heaving with his breath and he was arching his back up and down, rubbing his ass cheeks against my own cheeks. And suddenly, his muffled voice came to me. "Scott! Cumming!"

    I pulled away. Jason's hands were still clutching the pillow. He hadn't touched himself, and neither had I. I quickly flipped onto my back and slid under him. I captured his cock in my fingers and pointed it at my face. I sank it into my mouth just as it began to shoot. It was his most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt him have. He pushed his cock forward and deeper into me, and I let him. I sucked as he pumped his jizz into me and I didn't spill a drop.

    When he was finished, he collapsed on me. He rolled sideways against the wall and I crawled out from under him. He fell to his back on the bed and lay there. I put my left hand on his chest, rubbing the fur there and felling it heave beneath me. I could feel his heart pounding.

    I was pretty proud of myself, actually. I had made him cum without touching him. That doesn't happen very often. Jason lay there in front of me. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open slightly, sucking air into his huge chest. I continued rubbing it. I must admit, he looked gorgeous lying there like that. He had a first-class body, that's for sure. Too bad it came with a third-class personality.

    I was still looking at his face, my hand rubbing up and down his body, and I felt his cock bumping my hand again. I glanced down to his waist and it was growing again. Without being told to do so, I simply gathered it into my mouth and sucked him off again.

    When it was all over, Jason got out of bed and began pulling on his clothes. When he was dressed, he walked to the door and unlocked it. He stood there for a moment, his hand on the doorknob, and he turned to look at me.

    "Thank you," he said. And then he was gone. Just like that.

    To Be Continued

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    Wow Neil!
    A change of tempo here
    I like it
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    WOW!!!! That was hot!!!! He could protect me anytime!!!!

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    Yeah, this is a change but I'm enjoying it.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 3

    Jason gave me the weekend off. I'm serious! That's what he told me. "You can have the weekend off."

    Word must have been spreading around, though. People were treating me differently, shying away from me and not bullying me or calling me names. It felt good for a change and my mind was a lot more at ease.

    I ran into Smelly on Sunday afternoon as I crossed the Concourse. He saw me and turned around and walked away. Hoofed it, really. I pulled my shoulders back, puffed out my chest just a bit, and walked on with my head held a little higher.

    Jason was there as usual on Monday morning. I got into his car, buckled myself in, and immediately reached across the seat, pulled his dick out of his pants, and started jerking him. His hand moved up to the top of the steering wheel. "I didn't cum this morning. Haven't cum all weekend."

    I knew what that meant. He wanted to cum. I unbuckled myself again, leaned over, and sucked him down my throat as far as his sitting position would allow. I was still sucking when he stopped at the college gate, rolled down his window, and slid his student card into the slot. He found his parking space, stopped, and turn off the car.

    "Don't stop," he said. "I'm almost there."

    Only a minute or so later, he was cumming, shooting his jizz into me right there in the parking lot. There was a lot of it, too. A whole weekend's worth. "Shit, Scott! You're good!" He was still cumming when he said that.

    When he was finished, I sat back up. People were walking by, but I didn't really care. I tucked him into his jeans and zipped him up.

    I grabbed my shoulder bag and got out, locking the door behind me.

    "See you this afternoon," he said.

    He went one way and I went the other.

    * * * * *

    Jason took me to a new place that afternoon. It was out of the city and off the main road. He had to drive down a seldom-used laneway surrounded by trees to get there. He told me it was his grandfather's property and he stopped the car in a small turn-around. He opened the door and I started to do up his jeans.

    "Don't bother," he said. "Get out and grab hold again. It will point the way to where we're going."

    I unbuckled, got out, and circled the front of his car. I grabbed hold of his cock again and it led me off into the woods. We didn't get to far, actually. I could hit the car with a stone if I could see it. We stopped at a small brook. It was pretty nice there, really. Quiet, peaceful, secluded.

    "No-one ever comes here. Not even Grandpa," he said. He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it onto the grass. "Get to work," he said.

    I sighed and moved in front of him, dropping to my knees and slipping my lips over his cockhead.

    "All the way," he ordered. "I like it when I can feel my nuts banging your chin." His hands moved to my head and pulled me forward. His cock slid into my throat. I could feel his fingers tangling into my hair and I knew I was in for another face-fucking.

    Life sucks sometimes. But so do I, and that's what Jason wanted me to do. So I did.

    Jason's hips started moving, pulling away until just the head of his cock was still in my mouth, then slamming into me again, his balls banging my chin each time. I wasn't even able to do anything with my tongue except to keep it pressed against his cock so it could slide over it. When he came, he shoved his hips forward and held my head. His cock was lodged in my throat and that's where he shot his cum. I didn't even have to swallow. I could feel it hit inside me and slide down.

    He pulled out when he finished shooting. He didn't even wait until he went soft. He just pulled out, let go of my head, shoved his jeans down to his thighs, and turned around. His ass was right there in front of me. I sighed again. My job wasn't done yet.

    I shoved my face between his ass cheeks and went to work. I'd learnt quite awhile ago to arrange my dick so it pointed up. As much as I didn't like Jason, he still gave me a hardon when I sucked him off. It was easier for my cock when it had somewhere to grow.

    I didn't mind rimming him. He was always clean. This was only the second time I'd rimmed him, but it didn't take long to find out what he liked - a combination of twirling my tongue in a circle and then shoving it into his asshole. This was different than the first time, though. I could see his arm moving and I knew he was jerking himself off. He'd never done that before.

    "Fuck, Scott!" he shouted. "Push!" I pushed my tongue into him. "Push!!"

    I could feel his asshole clenching itself around my tongue and then he was spinning himself around. He was already cumming when he finally got around to me. He squirted one shot on the grass and another one on me before I managed to get my mouth over it.

    His knees started to buckle and I followed his body as it sank to the grass. He finished cumming lying on his back, his hands holding my head in place. He didn't get soft and he didn't let me go. "Keep sucking!" he said.

    Only a few minutes later, his body started to spasm again and he was dumping a third load of sperm down my throat. I was caught up in the moment now. I forgot who I was sucking. All I knew was that I wanted more.

    I pushed his hands away from my head, pulled his jeans down to his ankles, and grabbed his hips in my hands. I put every trick I knew into use. I sucked, I twisted my head, I bobbed, and I tongued. Jason made noise this time, grunting and groaning. It took longer, but I sucked another load out of his balls. His body was jerking now, and his moans flew off into the trees. My own moans joined his as I shot my own load in my pants.

    I could hear him panting for breath and he was saying "Holy, fuck!" over and over again. Still he stayed hard, and I kept sucking him. He was almost crying by now, squeaks and whimpers and groans and heavy sighs of pleasure echoing through the woods. His body jerked and spasmed, but he didn't stop me, and I didn't stop myself.

    I kept on sucking for all I was worth. I almost gave up, thinking maybe I was pressing my luck trying to get another load out of him, but something told me to keep going, and soon I felt the tell-tale signs. A few minutes later, Jason was pumping his fifth load of cream into me. He was really making noise this time and, when he finally let loose with his torrent, his groan was very loud and strangled. This load wasn't very big, but it wasn't any less pleasurable for both of us. Except for that one shot into the grass and the second shot on my shirt, I had taken every single drop. Five loads of jizz in a row.

    Jason pushed me away for good this time. He was totally satisfied, but I bet he couldn't even hold his prick to take a leak without wincing. I rolled onto my back. I wasn't quite as exhausted as Jason, I'm sure, but I was tired - and pretty full, too. I haven't sucked back that much jizz since the party.

    It took Jason a lot longer to recuperate than me, so I just lay there, waiting, letting the breeze dry out the soggy patch in my pants.

    Typical Jason. When he was recovered, he pulled up his jeans, put himself away, zipped up, and climbed to his feet. "Get in the car," he said. "And keep your hands to yourself on the way home."

    He drove me home. As we were driving onto my street, he said, "Don't do that again unless I tell you. If you think you can give me a week's worth of blowjobs in one day, you can just forget it. I want them spread out. He pulled up in front of the rooming house. "If I don't say anything to you tomorrow morning, keep your hands off me."

    "Okay." I got out and watched him drive away. I went inside to my room, locked my door, and whacked off two more loads of my own.

    * * * * *

    "You don't like me very much, do you?" Jason was driving toward the brook. It had been four days, and now it was Saturday afternoon. I hadn't sucked him since that first time at the brook, but, for past two days, he wanted me to just hold his dick. I guess he was ready for more now.

    "Not particularly," I answered truthfully.

    "Why not?"

    I quickly weighed my chances and I hoped that Jason would like what I did with my mouth more than what came out of it. Besides, I had my hand wrapped around his cock, and I could do some serious hurt before his fist found my face. "Because you're an asshole," I told him.

    He was quiet for a bit, just steering the car down the road. "Fair enough," he said.

    I started stroking him again.

    "I'm not really an asshole, you know."

    "You could have fooled me," I said.

    He looked at me, glancing sideways at the road ahead. "Why do you do it, then?"

    "Do what?" I asked. "This?" I nodded toward his crotch and my hand. "I don't have much choice. Between getting my face pounded in by a bunch of assholes and sucking the cock of just one of them, I'll take the cock."

    He turned his attention back to the road. I waited and I jerked.

    "So," he said after a long pause, "if I asked you nicely, you'd like me as much as you like Rob?"

    "Who's Rob?"

    "The blond guy. I found out his name, but I haven't seen him to set up a date with you. I'm still looking, though."

    "I didn't think you were serious," I told him. "I though you were just saying that so you could get another blowjob."

    He looked at me again. "I don't need to bribe you to get another blowjob," he said, turning back to the street again. "Quid pro quo."

    "What in hell is that supposed to mean?"

    "It means you do something for me and. . ."

    "I know what it means. I want to know what Rob has to do with it."

    "Consider it a ‘thank you' gift." I was thinking about that when he added, "And I want you to like me."

    "Then don't treat me like a fuckin' piece of garbage, Jason! Don't use me and throw me away until the next time! Fuck, man! You really are an asshole if you can't see that!"

    He was quiet for a long time. I waited for him to say something, but I didn't know I would have to wait as long as it took. We were driving into the lane before he spoke again.

    "You still haven't answered my question," he said as he pulled the car into the turn-around and parked.

    "I don't remember it," I told him.

    He stopped the car and turned off the ignition, and then he looked at me. "If I ask you nicely, will you like me?"

    I stared right back at him. "I wouldn't dislike you more if you did."

    He glanced at the car radio, his right elbow resting on the back of the seat and his left wrist hooked over the top of the steering wheel. His eyes found mine again.

    "Would you give me a blowjob, Scott?"

    "Yes, Jason," I said sincerely, "I will."

    "Thank you," he said.

    I didn't suck him off right away. When he got out of the car, he took his keys, opened the trunk, and pulled out a case of beer. "Do you drink?"

    "I've had beer before," I told him. "How did you get your hands on that?"

    "I just flash a little chest and they don't even card me."

    "Shit," I said as we walked to our spot. "I get carded all the time."

    "You're too pretty," he said. "You'll get carded for the rest of your life, I bet. Besides, those eyes of yours make you look a lot younger."

    "Just my luck," I said. "You get a hairy chest and I get carded."

    Jason set the case on the ground, opened it and pulled out two bottles. He handed me one. He opened his, took along drink of it, set it on the case, and pulled his T-shirt over his head. "How long can you suck?" he asked as he kicked off his shoes.

    "I don't know," I answered as I opened my own bottle. "I sucked a guy once for about two and a half hours."

    His jeans were open by this time and he looked at his watch. "It's almost one-thirty," he said as he pushed his jeans and underwear down and off. He left his socks on. "Suck me, but don't make me cum until four-thirty."

    "You said you'd be nice to me," I reminded him.

    "I was," he said. "I asked you nicely for a blowjob and you said you'd give me one. Now, I want one that lasts for three hours."

    Asshole. Now and forever. "What about my beer?"

    "I'll give you beer breaks," he said as he sprawled himself on his back. "Just suck it until four-thirty. I'll tell you when it's time to make me cum."

    I took a quick drink of my beer so he couldn't hear my mind saying, "Fuckin' asshole!"

    I lay down beside him with my head on his stomach. If this was going to be a three-hour tour, I wanted to be comfortable. His cock was hard already, waiting for me. I set the beer on the ground out of the way, grabbed his cock in my fingers, and sucked it into my mouth.

    At first, I just held it there, teasing it with my tongue. "I told you to suck it!" Jason shouted. "No pissing around! I want a three-hour blowjob!"

    That's what I gave him. True to his word, Jason gave me beer breaks every once in awhile, especially when his bottle was empty and he wanted me to get him another. That happened twice. He counted off the half-hours as I went along and I did my best to suck him and not make him cum.

    It didn't take long to figure out the timing. I knew when he got to the point where he couldn't stop his orgasm, but I picked up on the clues just before he got to that point. I stopped myself long before that and just held him in my mouth until he relaxed again. By three-thirty, he was giving me beer breaks every time he got to that point. He called out "four o'clock" and I had three more beer breaks after that. The next time he got to that point, I froze.

    "Don't stop!" he yelled, so I didn't. Seconds later, he was topping up my belly full of beer with a nice helping of cream. He shot a lot this time. A lot more than usual. I almost lost some of it, but I clamped my lips around his shaft and swallowed like hell. I didn't lose a drop.

    When Jason stopped shooting, he pulled my head off his cock and I sat up. He lay there in silence for a long time and I just sat there looking at the brook and sipping my booze. It was quite awhile before Jason moved, and, when he did, he stood up, walked to the bank, and took a nice, long, beer piss into the water. He finished and headed back for another beer, waggling the last drops of piss out of his prick.

    "You can hold it for me next time," he said as he passed me.

    "I can hardly wait," I said. I didn't try very hard to hide my sarcasm.

    "Not into the kinky stuff?"

    "Ah, no," I said.

    "Too bad," he said. He sat down beside me and popped open his bottle. "For you, that is." He sucked back half the bottle in one go. "I've got a better place for it instead of the creek. Take off your clothes."

    I backed away. "Hey! You can do whatever the hell you want, but you're not pissing in my mouth!"

    He smirked at me. "Not in it," he said. "On it."

    I was horrified and I was reduced to begging. "Aw, come on, Jason. I'll do just about anything, but please don't make me do that!"

    He tilted his head down a little further than usual and his eyes stared at me from under his black eyebrows. He pointed his bottle at me. "Quid pro quo."

    His head came back up and he drained his bottle. He held it out to me and I took it. "While you're up, get those clothes off."

    "Jason, please," I begged.

    "In ‘em or out of ‘em," he said. "Either way. . ."

    I knew I was lost. I stood up, got him his beer, and started to take my clothes off. I set them well out of the line of fire. Then I sat back and waited.

    I didn't have to wait long. Less than ten minutes later, Jason stood up and moved in front of me. All I could do was close my mouth, shut my eyes, and take it. The first splash on my cheek startled me and I jerked backwards. I clenched my eyes and mouth tighter and my chin automatically dropped to my chest.

    "Head up!" he shouted, and I obeyed.

    I sat there and let Jason piss on me. Now I knew how Smelly Crotch must have felt. I just prayed I didn't puke as well. The pissing slowed, and then stopped hitting me entirely, but then I felt his cockhead against my lips. I thought he was going to piss in my mouth, but he grabbed my head and turned me back and pushed his cock at me again. I realized suddenly that he had another hardon. He pushed harder and it slid between my lips, and then his cock was pressing against my teeth. I clenched my eyes even tighter and opened my mouth.

    Jason didn't piss, but it was only a few minutes of sucking before he was creaming my tonsils for the second time that day.

    Jason pissed on me once more, but he didn't make me suck him off again. He let me wash up in the brook and get dressed, and then he took me home.

    I lay on my bed for a long time, staring up at the peeling paint on the ceiling, wondering if all of this was worth it. I was Jason's Hoover, and now I was his personal urinal. Was all this humiliation worth not getting beaten up?

    And then I began to think of the two days I had spent in the hospital after that last attack. Getting pissed on was humiliating, but it sure felt a lot better than three pairs of fists pounding into me. I closed my eyes and considered just how far I might go to never have that happen again.

    By the time I fell asleep that night, I'd decided I would go as far as Jason wanted me to go.

    To Be Continued

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    Damm... this was going so well untill the pissing thing kicked in :-(

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    i think that jason is in lovel with scott, but jason didnt tell him

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    I think this is a great story I can't wait for the next chapter

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    Quote Originally Posted by Apollux
    Damm... this was going so well untill the pissing thing kicked in :-(
    I was wondering if I should put that in and I almost took it back out again. Sorry, but some people find that 'pissing thing' a bit more exciting than others so I left it in for them.

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    I thought it added to the story. I'm glad you left it in

    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    I was wondering if I should put that in and I almost took it back out again. Sorry, but some people find that 'pissing thing' a bit more exciting than others so I left it in for them.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    I was wondering if I should put that in and I almost took it back out again. Sorry, but some people find that 'pissing thing' a bit more exciting than others so I left it in for them.
    Hey, it is your story after all. Don't worry, I had my share of companions that like the golden shower thing done to them. It dosen't make it look any less repulsing in my eyes, but everyone is entitled to it's own opinion/kinkies.

    Just, please, tell me that Scott will eventually have it's "revenge".

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    I'm also not too keen on the pissing, but would like them both to
    get naked together & see what happens. Is Scott ever going to get to fuck Jason's ass?
    Good story
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    Yup....added to the story.....hopefully it doesn't get any worse with the bodily functions.....i can handle the piss....but that's the bottom line.......lol. But it is your story and I do enjoy them!!!!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
    but that's the bottom line
    I thought that was the crack running up and down between the cheeks of your ass. I've already covered that in this story.

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    I really like this story! You should definitely write more SOON!

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    Well, you got me hooked on "Watching Brad" now I read this. Pretty hot stuff.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 4

    Jason picked me up at ten sharp the next morning. We were going to spend the whole day together, apparently, and I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. We were on our way to ‘our spot', of course, and his cock was in my hand as usual.

    "Would you like to give me a blowjob, Scott?" he asked.

    I pulled my hand away and sat back in my seat. "Fuck you, Jason!" I shouted. "Fuck you and all your nicey-nicey bullshit! You know damned well you'd take it anyway even if I said ‘no'!"

    "What's your problem, man?" he asked angrily. "I'm just trying to be nice to you."

    "Fuck, Jason," I yelled. "You must be more dense than I thought! Do you think pissing all over me is being nice to me!?"

    He was quiet. Houses zoomed past, but I didn't look at them.

    "I asked you a question, Jason," I said. "Are you going to answer it?"

    Jason pulled over suddenly, stopped the car, and slammed the gear shift into ‘Park'. His hand shot across the seat and he grabbed me by the shirt, pulling me around to face him.

    "Now, you listen to me, you little cocksucker," he said, his eyes burning under his dark brows. "I don't have to answer your questions! Quid pro quo, pal! Quid pro quo!"

    My own anger let me stand up to him. "And where's the quid pro quo in this, Jason? You toss a few guys around and expect me to spend the rest of my life sucking your cock! Tell me! Where's the quid pro quo in that!?"

    Jason pulled me closer. When he spoke, I could feel his breath on my face. "Has anyone bothered you lately!? Has anyone beaten you up!? Has anyone bullied you!? Huh!? There's your quid pro quo, pal!"

    He pushed me back roughly and released my shirt.

    "Some quid pro quo," I said. "You've become the exact thing you're supposed to be protecting me from."

    He was facing the street ahead again, staring out the windshield. "I've kept up my end of the bargain! If you don't like it, you can get the hell out of my car and fend for yourself!"

    Shit! He knew he was right, and I knew it, too. He had me by the balls and the only way I was going to get out of this was to chop them off, and that was something I had no intention of doing. Besides, I wasn't even sure I really wanted him to let go. He was such an asshole, but I was so attracted to him. I had been since the moment I saw him at that party. If it came to testifying under oath in court, I would have to say I'd always had a big crush on him. There was just so much of him that tickled my fancy and tingled my balls. He had an incredible body with all that black hair I loved playing with so much, and he was drop-dead gorgeous. He was all man, despite his being a supreme asshole, I loved making love to his body. I loved making him feel good, and that made me feel good. My only hope was that he might change - that I might be able to change him - and he'd let me make love to him so I could really enjoy it.

    I reached across the seat and grabbed his cock in my hand again and started stroking him.

    Jason didn't say anything. He put the car in gear and drove on.

    He reached into the back seat and grabbed up a blanket when we reached our spot. I followed him to the brook, his cock still sticking hard and stiff out of his jeans. He tossed the blanket to me and I spread it out on the grass has he began peeling off his clothes. When the blanket was ready for him, he paused long enough to look at me and to tell me to take my clothes off as well.

    As I pulled off my pants, Jason sprawled himself belly down and spread his legs. I knew what I would be doing for the next little while. When I was naked, I got down between his legs, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and pushed my face between them.

    I'm not sure how long I rimmed Jason, but my tongue was starting to cramp before he rolled over beneath me. He cock was rock-solid and the head was dripping and moist with his pre-cum. I reached for it, but he grabbed my hand.

    "Just hold it. Don't jerk it. Do the rest of me first," he said. "Start with my ears. I like getting them sucked on, too. You'll know if you do something I don't like." He put my hand on his cock and released it, then spread his arms up, linked his fingers, pillowed his head with them, and closed his eyes to the afternoon sunlight.

    I held his cock and started to work on his left ear first, licking it clean and sucking on the lobe. Jason was right. He loved getting his earlobes sucked. I kissed my way along the line of his square-jawed chin - Jason didn't stop me - and sucked on his other ear.

    "Oh, yeah," he said softly into the trees.

    I abandoned his ear and kissed my way down his neck, sucking at it. Jason didn't stop me, even when I did my best to give him a hickey. I guess a hickey wasn't too difficult to explain away. I moved onto his shoulder, and then onto his arm. I sucked and licked at his biceps before moving my head into his armpit and set to work in there.

    Jason had come prepared. He was clean, but he hadn't used any perfumed, sour, chemical deodorants. Only soap. He had come here expecting this. I didn't mind. I liked armpits. Next to the crotch, they were the manliest-smelling parts of the body and I always found that manly smell exciting.

    I cleaned it of all the perspiration there and kissed lightly over his upper chest to the other one and did the same. I tackled his chest next and spent a long time there, especially on those massive pecs of his while my hand luxuriated in the hair. I love a hairy chest and Jason had the perfect one. Even his stomach was matted with it. I kissed and licked at it all before zeroing in on his navel. I dug my tongue into it and Jason jerked beneath me. I wasn't there long before his hand was on the back of my head, pushing it down to his cock. I slurped it loudly into my mouth and moved my hand from his cock to his balls. Moments later, he was pumping his juice into me.

    He didn't stay hard this time. His cock softened and slipped from my lips. I let it go and sat up.

    "You can jerk off if you want," he said. I looked at his face to see if he was serious. "Go ahead. Just don't jazz my blanket."

    I wanted to, so I did. It didn't take me long. I was still horned up from Jason. Minutes later, I was flat on my back giving my belly and chest a protein spa treatment. I scooped it up with my hand and wiped it into the grass.

    "Do you suck better when you're jerking off?" he asked.

    "Yes," I told him.

    "Do it from now on."

    I sucked him off once more before he took me home, and I jerked off again at the same time. I came when he did. After that afternoon, when my mouth made Jason cum, my hand made me cum, too, and Jason liked that a lot better.

    * * * * *

    Jason took me to our spot each night except Thursday. We didn't go anywhere then. He took me to school in the morning, but told me I had to find my own way home. He was had a few things to do. We spent all of Saturday afternoon there and I matched him orgasm for orgasm. Three each.

    He picked me up Sunday at noon and started driving. My hand reached for his crotch as usual, but he said, "Not this time."

    I sat back and watched the streets go by. We weren't going to our spot. I was getting a bit concerned until he finally pulled over to the side of the street and beeped his horn twice.

    "Slide over," he said.

    I unbuckled myself and was about to slide over closer when Blondie appeared from around the back of a house. I looked at Jason. He didn't look at me. He just said, "Quid pro quo."

    He'd told me he would do this for me and he had kept his word. I slid over beside him and buckled myself into the centre seatbelt. Jason looked over then and saw Blondie heading for the back door. He pointed to the front one and Blondie opened that one instead and climbed into the car beside me. His hands shook as he tried to fasten his shoulder harness and I helped him do it.

    Jason began driving. Blondie smelled so good and I could feel my jeans getting tighter. He held his hand out to me. "Hi, I'm Rob."

    I took it and shook it. "Scott," I said.

    He released my hand. "Jason said you'd give me a blowjob if I wanted one."

    I was lost in his face. He wasn't my type, but he was so cute that I could hardly resist him. It was the first time I could look at him without terror distorting him, and he was even better-looking than I had thought. His face was baby-bottom smooth, except for a tiny smattering of short, blond hairs on his upper lip. If he had to shave more than once a month, I would have been surprised. It would be my pleasure to suck this cock.

    "Would you like one?" I asked.

    "I've never had one before," he said nervously.

    "Then I would like to give you your first one."

    His lips curled up into a tiny smile of anticipation. "Thank you," he said, and my heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice.

    "Look," he said, "I'm sorry for the way Will has been treating you, and I'm sorry for the things he makes us do to you."

    "Why do you hang out with him then?"

    "I don't have very many friends."

    "You'd probably have more if you didn't hang out with him."

    Jason spoke then. "Forget Will. Stick with Scott. He doesn't stink."

    "Yeah, well," Rob said as he turned his head to the side and looked out the window. "I don't think Will would be very happy if I walked away. He doesn't have many friends, either."

    "Do you want to get away from him?" Jason asked.

    I spun my head around. "Jason, please don't," I said. "I'll do whatever you want. No quid pro quo, please."

    "This one's on the house, Scott," Jason said. "Rob deserves better friends than Will." He glanced at Rob. "Want to get away from him?"

    "I had to tell him my grandparents were coming for a visit just to get away today."

    "Walk away," Jason said as he looked back at the street ahead. "He won't bother you anymore."

    Rob looked at Jason, and then at me.

    "Believe him, Rob," I told him. "If you want to get away from him, he won't touch you."

    Rob looked back at Jason. "Thank you," he said.

    Jason was driving toward our spot now. "He won't bother you again after tomorrow morning."

    "He's not going to be happy."

    Jason shrugged his unconcern. "No, he's not," Jason said with a smirk. "I'm looking forward to it."

    Rob was quiet for awhile, still looking at Jason. "Why are you doing all this for me?"

    He shrugged again. "I take care of my friends."

    * * * * *

    Jason pulled the keys out of the ignition and handed them to me. "The blanket's in the trunk. Grab the beer for me."

    Rob opened the door and got out. I followed close behind. Jason stayed where he was. I grabbed the beer and blanket out of the trunk and walked to his window. His left elbow was sticking out. I handed him the six-pack and keys.

    "Take your time," he said. "I'll wait here for you."

    I'm not sure why I did it. Maybe it was that he had just scored major bonus points with me on his ‘nice guy' scale, but I put my hand on his huge arm and said, "Thank you, Jason."

    He smiled up at me and said simply, "Have fun. Get as loud as you want. No-one can hear you."

    I pulled my hand away. "Hey," he said. "Got a condom with you?"

    "I carry two with me all the time."

    Jason nodded his head slightly. "I might want to use one later."

    "For this, you can use both of them if you want."

    "Enjoy yourself."

    I smiled and nodded once, then reached for Rob's hand and led him into the woods.

    * * * * *

    "I'm not sure what to do," Rob said. "And I'm a little scared."

    I'd finished spreading the blanket on the grass. "Just try to relax and enjoy it. Would you like me to take off your clothes?"

    "No," he said. "I think I'd better do it." His hands moved to the buttons on his shirt and there they stopped. "Would you take off your clothes first? I wouldn't feel so stupid if you did."

    "You can just open your pants if you want. I can suck you just as well with your pants on."

    Relief came over his face like the sunlight appearing from behind a cloud. "I thought I had to get naked and I was afraid you'd laugh at me."

    I stepped forward and put my hand on his shoulder. He was a fair bit shorter than I. "I'd like to see you naked, Rob, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

    "You really want to see me naked?"

    "Yes," I told him. "Ever since you asked me if I would give you a blowjob that day in the parking lot."

    "Thanks for that, by the way," he said shyly, his head tilted down and away. "I thought Jason was going to kill me. I guess I owe you one."

    "You don't owe me anything, Rob. Do what you're comfortable with."

    He looked back up into my eyes. "I think I'd like you to take your clothes off, first."

    "Okay." I pulled off my T-shirt and bent down to untie my sneakers. When I stood up to kick them off, Rob had his shirt unbuttoned and was pulling it off his shoulders and arms. His chest was smooth and hairless. There was barely even a trace of it poking out of the waistband of his jeans. I liked Jason's hair, but I wasn't disappointed that Rob didn't have any.

    I peeled off my socks and reached for my zipper. A few moments later, I was standing bare- assed in front of Rob. I watched as he slipped off his shoes and socks and undid his jeans. He turned away from me as he pushed them down and off. His butt was tight in his underwear and it flexed enticingly as he pulled the jeans from his feet. He slid his briefs down and stepped out, but when he turned back, he held both hands over his crotch.

    "You don't have to hide it, Rob."

    Poor kid, looked like he was going to shit bricks. "I've got a hardon," he said meekly.

    "In case you haven't noticed, so do I."

    He looked down, noticing it for the first time. He looked back up. "Mine isn't as big as yours."

    I smiled at him and stepped forward. My hands grabbed his wrists and I gently pulled them away. His cock was standing straight up, almost parallel with his stomach, and it was bouncing against his belly in eager anticipation. He was right, though. It was smaller than mine, but it was perfectly-shaped, just the way I like them. His balls were tucked tightly in their sack. I sank to my knees and sucked him completely into my mouth as my fingers moved to his nuts.

    Rob grabbed my shoulders and dug his fingers in them. I'm sure Jason was smiling to himself when he heard, "Oh, my God!"

    I put my best into the blowjob and Rob held out a lot longer than most virgins I've sucked off for the first time. He lasted almost two minutes. His body began to quiver at 6.3 Richter-wise and I latched onto his hips to keep him from falling down. His groaning scream startled birds out of the trees.

    I love virgins. They're so fresh and appreciative and loud, and it makes me feel good that I'm the first one in the world to get their nut. His juice was just as sweet as he was. Another thing I like about virgins is that, once they're up, they're up for the long run. They can stay hard until there's nothing left in their balls.

    Rob stayed hard, just as I'd expected he would. I had the time now to really enjoy the blowjob I was giving him. This time, though, I guided him to his back on the blanket and gave his chest and balls some attention as well. Rob tasted good, and he kept saying my name over and over again, telling me how good I was making him feel. I wasn't sure why Jason had done this for me, but I wasn't going to complain. Variety is everything, and Rob was just the right amount of cuteness I needed to counter Jason's superior power and manhood.

    He lasted a lot longer this time, and I was glad he did. Smaller or not, I didn't care. His cock tasted good and it felt good on my tongue and nestled in my throat. I found myself hoping this wouldn't be the last time I could do this for him.

    Rob's second orgasm was just as energetic and loud as his first one. I think he enjoyed it more. His nervousness was gone now, so he could relax into it. There wasn't much volume, and he didn't shoot very hard, but it was still a pleasure to feel his pleasure.

    His cock stayed hard, and I was more than willing to suck him off again, but he sat up after he came down from his orgasmic high. I leaned back on my knees, sitting on the heels of my feet. The next thing I knew, Rob was kneeling beside me and he had my still-hard cock in his hand. He bend down, wrapped his lips around it, and started sucking. I could tell he had no idea what to do - that he was giving a blowjob for the first time in his life - but his enthusiasm made up for his lack of ability. He held the head of my cock in his mouth and sucked. Even his tongue began teasing me near the end. His hand did most of the work and I soon felt that familiar tingling in my balls.

    I warned Rob that I was going to cum and he pulled his head away. I grabbed my cock and stroked it off and shot my load all over Jason's blanket as Rob held onto my nuts. I didn't care about the blanket.

    It took me awhile to come down and, when I did, I thanked Rob and told him, "You didn't have to do that."

    "I'm glad I did," he said with a shy grin. "If I can do it again some other time, I'll do better." A look of fear suddenly changed his face. "Please don't tell Will," he begged. "He'd make me do him, too, and I don't want to."

    "I can't think of anyone who would." He relaxed at my smile. "He'll never know."

    "Thanks, Scott."

    "Are you gay, Rob?"

    "I don't know. I thought I might be. That's why I. . . um. . . you know. If I liked doing it, does that mean I'm gay?"

    "Not necessarily."

    "What about if I want to do it again?"

    "Same answer."

    "Oh." His fingers started playing with each other and he looked down at them. "Um. . . Scott?" he asked quietly. "Do you think Jason would let me watch you suck him again?"

    He looked up at me and I saw a single, anxious head jerk, like the one Margot Kidder gave to Chris Reeve when she was interviewing him in Superman.

    "Wait here," I told him. "I'll ask."

    To Be Continued

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 5

    I could see Jason grinning at me through the windshield of his car. I walked around it to his side window. I was still naked. His eyes turned up to me. "Was it worth it?"

    "More than you know," I said. "Thanks, Jason."

    "Quid pro quo," he answered.

    "Look, Rob thinks he might be gay. He wants to watch me suck you off."

    Jason's eyes turned to the windshield as he thought. He nodded his head slowly and very slightly. "Okay," he said. "Sure." He finished his beer and climbed out of the car.

    I started to walk back to Rob.

    "Wait," Jason said quietly. "Take my clothes off and get me ready. Might as well give him his money's worth."

    It didn't take me long to strip him, and it didn't take me long to get him ready. He was mostly hard by the time I got his underwear off him. Soon, I had Jason by the cock and we walked back through the trees toward Rob.

    Rob was still there, kneeling on the blanket. He was hard and stroking. When he saw Jason, he muttered, "Holy shit!" and his hand picked up significant speed.

    We stopped in front of Rob with me facing Jason, his cock still in my hand. Jason's gaze fell to the splatters of cream on his blanket. His eyes turned back to me, his head tilted as they peered at me from beneath his eyebrows. "I told you not to jazz my blanket."

    "Sorry, Jason."

    "Clean it up," he ordered. Asshole Jason was back.

    I dropped to my knees and was just reaching for it when he said, "Use your tongue."

    Not much else I could do except lap it up. I knew Rob was watching me, and I knew what he must have been thinking, but I also knew that I didn't have a choice. I swallowed a bit more of my pride every time I swallowed my jizz.

    When the blanket was sparkling clean, I leaned back on my heels. Jason stepped in front of me. "Now, do me," he said, "and make sure every drop goes down your throat."

    I grabbed his cock.

    "No hands," he said. "Play with my balls while you suck." Jason rolled his hands into fists and planted them on his hips, his legs spread. He looked like a naked Superman standing there. He was playing this to the hilt. "Now, get to work."

    My hands found his balls and my lips found his cock. I was determined to give Rob a memory he'd never forget. My lips slid forward and Jason's cock slid into my mouth with the ease of a hot knife through raspberry Jell-o.

    Rob said, "Holy, shit!" again, and I could hear the ‘slap slap' of skin on skin picking up speed again.

    I pulled away to Jason's cockhead, gave it a quick tickle with my tongue, and slammed it back into me. Out and in, over and over again. My fingers played a symphony on his balls, and I could tell he was enjoying it by the way his cock was twitching. Then again, knowing the asshole as well as I did, he was probably enjoying the audience.

    Jason was moaning, but Rob was groaning louder. It wasn't long before Jason was pushing my head off his cock and telling me to ‘finish him'. He pointed to Rob. I turned sideways and sank my mouth over Rob's cock, right to the short and curlies. Seconds later, Rob was screaming and pumping another load into me. It was just as delicious as the others, but I knew I still had a job to do and let him slip out from between my lips.

    I turned back to Jason. He was holding his cock and stroking it slowly. "My ass is lonely," he said. "Let your tongue keep it company for awhile."

    I crawled around him on my knees, grabbed his cheeks in my hands and shoved my face in. I could feel Jason's hips jerk with each stroke of his hand. It wasn't long before I heard him saying, "Want a taste?"

    Rob replied, "Can I?"

    "Sure," Jason said. "My cocksucker's busy at the moment."

    Before long, I could heard the familiar slurping of a mouth full of cock. I took the chance and pulled away long enough to say, "He can't take your load, Jason. I'll take it."

    Jason reached back, planted his hand on the back of my head, and pulled it into his ass. Before he released me, though, his index finger tapped three times. I knew he understood. The slurping sounds continued for a few minutes as my tongue did its work in Jason's ass, and suddenly the slurping sounds stopped.

    "I'm sorry, Jason," Rob said. "It's too big. My jaws hurt."

    Jason didn't say anything. He simply turned around, pulling my face out of his ass, and grabbed my head in his hands. A moment later, he was holding it still as he pounded his cock into my mouth. I didn't mind him fucking my face. Less work for me.

    His hips slowly picked up speed and soon his cock was flying in and out of me. I could feel it swelling and I knew he was getting closer. My tongue did its best to keep up with him. With one final push, he buried his cock deep inside me. My nose pressed into his belly and my chin pressed into his balls.

    Jason began to pump his load into me, his moans barely audible over the sound of the babbling water in the brook. His load was big this time, and his body quivered more intensely than it usually does. He was really turned on by having Rob watch us. I took his load easily, of course. I'm sure Rob would have been snorting it out his nose if Jason had done the same thing to him. But, it was my job to take care of Jason. Rob was just an interesting diversion to him.

    Jason lay back on the blanket after that, one hand behind his head, the other arm over his eyes. I sat up and took my place beside Rob. I still had a hardon. Rob reached out and started stroking me. I leaned back on my hands and let Rob have his fun.

    "If you jazz my blanket again," Jason said, his arm still over his eyes, "clean it up."

    Rob stopped stroking and I looked at him. A slight nod from me was all it took for him to twist around so he could use his right hand on me instead. He'd had lots of practice on his own cock. I could tell that by the way he was working mine. In no time at all, I was spewing my cream all over the place. It went on me, on Rob's hand and arm, and on the blanket. I didn't care. I was feeling too good to care.

    He held my cock until I started going soft again. I opened my eyes when he took his hand away. He raised his hand to his face and stuck out his tongue, dipping it into the cream. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, tasting me. His face scrunched up like he was sucking on a lemon.

    "It takes getting used to," I told him. I grabbed his fingers in mine and licked his hand and arm clean. I guided his hand to my stomach and scooped up the jizz there and lapped that up as well before getting on my knees to clean the blanket.

    When I sat back again, Jason was hard once more. I moved over beside him and wrapped my fingers around him again. His hand moved away from his eyes and he looked up at me. "Get a condom," he said.

    I looked at my pile of clothes behind Rob. He looked there, too, then back at me. "My jeans," I told him. He grabbed them and handed them to me. I pulled a condom from my pocket and set the jeans aside. Without being told, I opened the wrapper and rolled the condom over Jason's cock. As he sat up, I moved to my knees and dropped my head to the blanket.

    "On your back," Jason said roughly. "I want to see your face when you eat this thing."

    I rolled onto my back and lifted my knees into the air as Jason took his position between them. He hooked his arms under my knees and pushed them up and back as he moved forward. With the help of my hand, his cockhead found the entrance to my ass.

    With a single grunt and a shove of his hips, his cock slammed into my ass, right to his balls. I've taken bigger cocks up there, but never with such urgency, and never with a single, sudden push. I screamed and my whole body tensed with the sudden, unexpected pain. My face scrunched into an excruciating grimace.

    Jason didn't give me time to adjust. He simply started fucking me. It didn't take long to get used to him, thank goodness, and my moans and groans of pleasure soon joined the sounds of the forest.

    I kept my eyes closed as I came to enjoy the feeling of Jason's cock buried inside me. He fucked my ass like he fucked my face. And then I felt moisture splash on my cheek. I opened my eyes. Jason's face was coated in sweat. It streamed to his chin and nose and began dripping on me. I looked down at the hair on his chest and I saw more sweat gathering there as well.

    Jason worked hard at his orgasm, and I did my best to make my ass help him cum. Jason is a quiet cummer, as you know, but he wasn't quiet today. Near the end, each slam of his hips was echoed with a manly grunt from his throat. He slammed into me hard, and the closer he got to cumming, the harder and faster he slammed. Sweat streamed off him, coating me with it and running down my sides and into the blanket.

    When he finally came, he slammed all the way in one last time and locked his hips there. His groans were short and loud, each one corresponding with a spurt of jizz that I could feel even inside my ass.

    He fell on me when there was nothing left for him to shoot. He just collapsed on me. My legs fell to the blanket, my hardon trapped between my stomach and his. He lay there until his soft cock slipped out of my ass and then he rolled off me onto his back, pulled the condom off, and tossed it into the creek.

    I had forgot that Rob was there until he uttered, "Holy shit." I was too exhausted to care.

    * * * * *

    Rob joined us again on Thursday night. Jason wouldn't let Rob suck him, though. "Not until you teach him how to suck as good as you do," he told me. But, he let Rob rim him while I sucked him off.

    Saturday was a lot like the others. We were both naked. I sucked and Jason came. Twice. Typical asshole.

    After his second orgasm, he was sitting there with a dead weed in his hand. He was breaking off twigs of it, tossing them into the brook and watching them float away. We didn't say anything for a long time.

    Jason broke the silence. "You still don't like me very much, do you."

    "No," I told him bluntly. "You're an asshole."

    He was uncharacteristically quiet for a long time. "You don't understand." His voice was eerily gentle.

    I sat up and looked at him.

    "I have to be an asshole," he said.

    I was stunned by that admission.

    "Why?"

    "It's the only way I can keep up my end of the deal."

    "And you think pissing all over me and fucking me like a wild bull is holding up your end of the deal?"

    He turned on me again, he face boiling. I thought he was going to pound me into oblivion, but he just yelled. "That was a mistake, dammit! I'm sorry! Alright!?"

    I backed away impulsively.

    His face softened before my eyes. The red of anger left him and he turned to look the brook once more. "I'm sorry, Scott. It was my mistake."

    I looked into his face. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath and let it out before opening them again.

    "You humiliated me, Jason," I said quietly. "Not only in your eyes, but in my eyes, too. You made me suck you off in front of Smelly and his friends. You made me suck you off in the parking lot with people walking by. You pummelled my ass in front of Rob. I've been humiliated by you, but nothing I've had to do has humiliated me more than you pissing on me."

    "Don't you think I feel bad about that?" he asked without looking at me.

    "Then why did you do it to me?"

    Again, another deep breath. "Because I've always wanted to try it with someone and I didn't think I ever would unless I did it to you. Don't worry. It will never happen again."

    "But it turned you on."

    "Yes, it did," he said, "and that's why it will never happen again."

    I stared at him for a long time, and then I shook my head as I said, "Jesus, Jason. I can't figure you out at all."

    He broke off a few more twigs and tossed them into the water.

    "I want you to like me, Scott," he said finally. He broke off an entire branch and tossed it, and then he looked at me. He held up his head this time and I could see his eyes straight on without his eyebrows getting in the way. "I'm really a nice guy, Scott. I really want you to like me."

    "Why should I, Jason? Huh?" I stared him down, matching him blink for blink. "After the way you've treated me? Give me one good reason why you would expect me to like you?"

    He didn't blink this time. "Because I'm gay."

    A dandelion parachute could have knocked me over. I couldn't say anything, even if I could have thought of something to say.

    Jason was the one to break the stare. He turned back to the brook and started tossing twigs again. "That's why I want you to like me."

    "Jesus, Jason, why didn't you tell me before?"

    He turned back to me. "Are you kidding? No-one can know about this!"

    "Then why did you tell me?"

    "Because I need you to know that you can trust me."

    I was still stunned by his admission. It had to be true. Why would someone like Jason even admit to something like that if it wasn't? I mean, he was a lady's man all around. He had girls following him around campus with their tongues dragging on the floor and he could have any of them, and they would be more than willing to let him do whatever he wanted.

    I could use this against him, and he knew that. I could use it to blackmail him just like he's been doing to me. Sure, he was always talking about quid pro quo, but let's call a spade a spade. He was blackmailing me.

    "How do you know you can trust me?" I asked.

    "I don't," he said. "But I have to." He turned back to his twigs. "You can really screw up my life, Scott. It's my word against yours, but if you ever tell anyone, someone will eventually believe it." He paused for a moment or two. "I know I've been treating you like shit, and I'm sorry I did. I hope you can forgive me. I hated myself, but I couldn't make myself tell you. . ."

    I waited for him to finish the statement as I stared at the flowing brook. He didn't. I looked back and he was staring at me. "You couldn't tell me what, Jason?"

    Again, he was quiet, and then he said, "That I wanted to do this." He moved toward me, getting closer to me with each drop of water that passed by. I pulled away from him instinctively. "Please," he said softly. "Don't move." I stayed put. His head tilted and his lips pressed against mine.

    I tell you, I've been kissed before, but never like that. No straight guy kisses another guy that way. If your heart can be set aflutter, that kiss would do it. It went on and on, and I fell right into it. Jason was already holding me and my arms came around him and held him back. He pressed his upper chest into mine. He explored my mouth as much as I explored his. With every passing moment, more and more of the asshole Jason disappeared, and a new Jason took its place.

    His hands moved to my chest and pushed me away and onto my back. His fingers wrapped around my cock, and suddenly his lips were tasting me. He pulled my cock into his mouth, the head resting on his tongue. His hands held my hips.

    I hate to say it now, but it was the worst blowjob I'd ever had. Worse even than Rob's attempts. It was obvious that Jason had never had a cock in his mouth before. He had no idea what to do. It was only when I looked down my body and saw this incredible body and magnificent face making love to me that I felt my balls start to boil. To his credit, Jason did the best he could, and when he looked up into my eyes, I started to shoot, even before I could warn him.

    He clenched his eyes when the first volley blew out, but he stayed there and took it. Whether he was trying to prove something to himself or trying to prove something to me, I don't know. All I knew that it was suddenly the most exciting orgasm of my life. My scream of ecstasy sounded my exhilaration to the world.

    I fell back onto the blanket and let the orgasm happen, and Jason stayed with me all the way. I wasn't even soft when Jason pulled his mouth off my cock. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my legs. One hand was flailing at his cock while the other squeezed his nuts. His eyes were closed and his mouth was pulled back in desperation. I rose to my elbows and watched as he jerked himself to his own orgasm.

    His cum flew everywhere, and he actually screamed himself. It was his most intense orgasm ever, and I watched it all. Cum splashed on me, on the blanket, on him. . . everywhere. His loud groans and moans continued until nothing but dribbling cum squeezed out of the slit. He sat back on the heels of his feet for a brief moment before falling onto his back, his massive chest heaving with excitement.

    As I waited, I scooped his cream from my chest and licked it off my fingers. Jason didn't move or say anything for several minutes. When he finally spoke, he said, "Come here, Scott." It wasn't an order. It was a request.

    I rolled to my knees and crawled beside him. His arms opened to me and I moved into them. He pulled me to his chest and I moved myself until I was lying right on top of him. His arms came around me and held me tight as I settled my head into his chest.

    The twigs were miles away before we moved again.

    To Be Continued

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    Oh Wow !!!!
    What can I say?
    Hot Hot Hot
    Great chapter
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    wow,i knew that jason love him!!

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    See......I knew I wanted him for a protection service. IT's always the big beafy muscle heads that make the best boyfriends.

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    Neil,

    Ditto, ditto, ditto to all above...

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    I'm glad Rob finally got in on the action. Jason better watch out and treat Scott a little better. It seems that Jason cared for Scott more than he showed. This is a wild story.

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    Wow.

    I hope theres another chapter because that last one was AMAZING.
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    "I just died and went to heaven"

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    thank you so much!

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    you r writing two stories at the same time?

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    Quote Originally Posted by disly33
    you r writing two stories at the same time?
    Thanks again, guys.

    Acually, disly33, I'm writing 4 of them, but two are on the back burner and I get to them when I feel like a bit of a break. Brad's an Jason's stories are my main concerns at the moment.

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    Very good, I love your Two stories that you are posting now. Cant seem to pull myself away from them. Thanks

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 6

    I rolled off Jason and onto my side, propping my head up in my hand. I could look down at him from there and I could use my left hand to play with the chest I loved to play with. His eyes were still closed and he looked as if he were asleep. He was so stunningly handsome lying there, and his entire body reeked of masculinity. My heart did flip-flops just to look at him like that.

    My mind was still reeling from what had just happened between us and I began to consider the chance he had taken in admitting to me that he was gay. I never would have guessed it if he hadn't told me, and that surprised me. He hid it well. But I also knew why he did. He'd be destroyed if word got out.

    I'd seen two different Jasons that afternoon - the animalistic asshole he had always been, and the loving, passionate lover he'd become. I was surprised that a man of his size and power could suddenly become so gentle and caring. He'd been so energetic and determined to make me feel good that I couldn't fault him on his lack of skill. A million questions flooded my mind, but I wanted answers to only a few of them.

    "Jason?"

    His dark eyes opened and he looked at me. "Yeah?"

    "That day in the parking lot," I said. "There wasn't any quid pro quo, was there?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "You weren't keeping up your end of the bargain. You were really protecting me, weren't you?"

    He looked away from me and up into the trees overhead. "I've been watching you for a long time, Scott. Ever since that party when you gave me a blowjob. I fell in love with your eyes. I'm surprised I didn't give myself away right there. That's why I let you blow me only once. I wanted you back then. You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

    His gaze turned back to meet them again. "Thank you," I said.

    "Mike told me later that you were disappointed that you'd only sucked me off once."

    "You were the only one I really wanted to do."

    "I know. Mike told me." His eyes moved back to the sky. "I started following you. I wanted to meet you again, but I was so scared of what might happen if I did. Not between us - between me and everyone else if they found out about me. When I saw you in the soccer field that day, I couldn't let them hurt you, but I couldn't let you find out about me either. That's why I had to be an asshole. I needed you to believe it. And when I saw them again in the parking lot. . . . I wanted to kill them all for what they were doing to you. I was ready to. If they'd hurt you. . ."

    "Why tell me now?" I asked. "You could have gone through college and I would have continued taking care of you."

    His eyes found mine one more time. "Because I wanted to take care of you just as much. Probably a lot more." He paused. "Probably because I fell in love with you."

    His gaze held mine. My voice wavered when I spoke. "You really love me?"

    He didn't respond with words. Instead, his fingers linked into my hair and he pulled my face toward his. As powerful and energetic as the first kiss had been, this one was equally gentle and soft and passionate. My eyes closed themselves to the world and the only thing left to me was Jason. His lips showed me how much love was there, and it was real.

    I could feel my cock growing just from his kiss, and I wanted to feel his own. It was solid when my hand found it, and I grasped it in my fingers. Jason's hand found mine and stopped it's movements. He released my hair and I looked down at him.

    "Only if you really want to," he said softly, but I could see the pleading in his eyes.

    "Would you like me to?"

    "Yes," he said.

    I didn't suck Jason off that afternoon. I didn't give him a blowjob. I made love to his cock like I had never done before. It wasn't my duty anymore. It was my pleasure.

    I got up onto my knees and turned around. This was the new Jason I was going to make love to, and I was determined to make it the best love he'd ever experienced. For the first half-hour, nothing touched Jason's cock accept the tip of my tongue and my lips. For the next half-hour, the tip of my tongue and my lips touched nothing except Jason's balls.

    Throughout, Jason's left hand didn't leave my body. Everything he could touch, he touched. When his hand finally made its way to my crotch, he folded his fingers over me and didn't let go. Over and over again, with minor variations, Jason muttered, "Oh, God, Scott. It's so good!" His cock bounced and bloated. I could feel it beneath me.

    By the time I finished bathing his balls, Jason was squirming beneath me and moaning, begging me to suck him. "Please, Scott!" Jason had never been so vocal, nor so eager to let me know how good he was feeling. His ‘wants' became ‘needs'.

    I drew Jason into my mouth with excruciating slowness. His groan began the moment my lips touched the tip of his cock and didn't stop until there was nothing more to draw into me. His cock was harder, bigger than it had ever been before. There was more life in it, more energy. He knew I was doing it because I wanted to, not because he was making me do it. It never tasted better, never felt better inside me, never felt more at home than it did at that moment. Jason's cock was where I wanted it to be.

    But mine wasn't.

    Jason moved beneath me, pulling my cock toward him and sliding beneath me, and I felt the warmth of his lips surrounding me again. The moment he did, his cock swelled in my mouth and a loud moan escaped his nostrils and vibrated against my balls. Jason was slow, relaxed, attentive as he sucked me. He tried his best to match my movements and I rewarded him with moans of my own.

    I would like to say we broke a record that afternoon, but we didn't. All too soon, my balls pulled away from Jason's nose and tighter into my groin. They began to pulse, and so did my cock. Jason knew what was happening and increased his efforts. All too soon, I released my seed into him and he accepted it eagerly. His own torrent began moments later. My orgasm had spawned his.

    I knew at that moment that I loved him, too.

    * * * * *

    I loved Jason's chest. I loved the carpet of fur. I loved touching it and running my hands and fingers over it and through it. Most of all, though, I loved laying my head on it where I could smell him, too.

    I could easily fall asleep on Jason's chest. I might have done. I don't know. All I know was that I was lying there, the man of my dreams lying beneath me. His left arm rested on my back, his fingers twirling leisurely in my hair as my fingers absorbed the heat and life from his chest.

    I still had trouble believing that this was happening. There was no sign of the Jason I knew before. He was gone. Dead. This Jason with me now was a Jason I could love dearly, and it was as if Jason were reading my mind.

    "I still have to be an asshole, Scott," he said. There was a sad, sorrowful tone in his voice.

    "I know," I told him, just as sadly.

    "Please don't hate me when I do."

    I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes turned to mine. "I understand now, Jason. It's okay. I don't mind."

    His smile came quickly and disappeared just as quickly. "Can you ever forgive me for the way I treated you?"

    "I already have." I bent down to kiss him. "But if you want to piss on me again, give me some warning ahead of time, would you?"

    His smile returned. "Don't worry. I don't think I'll do that again."

    "I wouldn't mind so much now if you did. Just so you know."

    His smile turned to a grin and he winked. His eyes turned back to the trees, his hand coming to his chest and resting there as his index finger carelessly scratched the hair there.

    "Why did you let Rob go that day, and why did you bring him to me?"

    He didn't look at me as he responded. "I let him go because you asked me to, and I brought him to you because I wanted you to be happy. I didn't think he would blow you, though. When I heard that, I got scared."

    Jason raised his head, looking down at himself and flicked a ladybug off his belly with a snap of his finger before laying his head back down.

    "I was afraid you'd leave me for him. I had to do something, and fast. That's when I decided to take the chance and tell you I'm gay. It just took me awhile to get up the guts to do it." He looked up at me again. "I'll take care of you, Scott," he said. "I'll do everything in my power to make sure on-one hurts you ever again."

    Jason stared into my eyes then, back and forth, from one to the other, and then he raised himself up and pushed me gently onto my back as he towered over me. His right hand tenderly grasped my chin and he tilted my head slowly, up and down, sideways and in small circles. And then he froze.

    "There," he said. He stared at me again, barely blinking. "Your eyes are so fuckin' beautiful, Scott. They give me a hardon."

    I started to look down at him. "No! Don't, Scott. Look at me, please." I returned my gaze to his eyes. His hand my chin and disappeared from my vision. "Don't stop looking at me, please." A moment later, I could see his right biceps working. I knew he was jerking off. "This one is for you," he said.

    I didn't look away. I stayed there, feeling his breath on my face, first from his nostrils and then from his mouth when his lips parted. I watched his face. I watched ever twitch, every change, every movement. I saw what he was feeling.

    I had watched men jerk off before, but I had never watched their faces. I was fascinated by it, intrigued. I became absorbed in Jason's excitement and my hand travelled to my own cock and joined him. Still, my eyes never left his.

    Jason's head began to move, its motions matching stroke for stroke. As the speed of his jerking increased, so did the bobbing of his head. I could see his orgasm coming. I watched the changes in his eyes, his eyebrows, his lips, his cheeks, even in the flare of his nostrils. Every change was a sign of his impending explosion. My eyes were rivetted to his face. I couldn't look away if I wanted to. I watched the effort, the desire, the need to cum. I watched and I didn't look away. I felt his cum splashing onto me, but I saw everything in his face. Even when he clenched his eyes shut and reared back his head. I watched. I saw every spurt of cream reflected there, every pulse, every twitch, every tingle, every spasm. I saw it all. I saw the last of it being squeezed out of him, and then I saw him coming down from it. I watched as his face began to relax and I saw the look of utter euphoria washing over him.

    He finally opened his eyes and looked into mine again, and he watched my face as I enjoyed my own orgasm. He watched it all, just as I had watched his.

    When it was over for both of us, he leaned down and kissed me again.

    * * * * *

    We didn't have sex again that day. After Jason had licked both his and my cream from my body, he led me into the brook where we washed each other down with our hands. We went back to the blanket then. Jason sat and opened his legs. I sat between them, my back resting against his chest. His left arm came around my stomach and his right arm came around my chest, elbow bent, his hand holding my shoulder. My own right arm was bent over my chest, holding his forearm in my hand. My thumb gently rubbed the skin there. My left hand found his and our fingers intertwined and locked themselves together.

    My head leaned back into Jason's shoulder and his cheek rested against my hair. He held me like that for a long time. Neither of us spoke. We sat there and Jason held me.

    To Be Continued

    (Sorry for the short chapter. When I got to the end of it, there wasn't a single other thing I wanted to put into it, and anything else would have taken away from it. - Neil)

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    Short chapter or not, Neil, it was beautiful. I marvel at what goes through you head as you write these great stories. Thanks!

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    Yo Neil......do you like own or have stock in Puff's brand tissues??? Or am I just that friggin gay that I crave the relationships that you write about??? Either way sir.....you have a true talent to write!

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    No stocks in any brand of tissue. And, never having been in a relationship, nor ever having been in love with anyone who loved me in return, I guess I create stories about relationships and the way I think they should be.

    Then again, I might just be bored.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    And, never having been in a relationship, nor ever having been in love with anyone who loved me in return
    I wish I would live closer to you so I could change that. I don't even know how do you look like, I just like (most of the time) the way your mind works.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Apollux
    I wish I would live closer to you so I could change that. I don't even know how do you look like, I just like (most of the time) the way your mind works.
    Picture Santa Claus with less hair and more wrinkles. Oh, and my eyes don't twinkle anymore.

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    So.. a quick trip to the barber shop and some time in the gym and I could turn you into one of those hot bald-head muscle daddies?


    OK, I´m getting totally off-topic !!

    (Have you ever considered for your writings the history of a middle age man who re-invents himself as a sex bomb?)

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    Picture Santa Claus with less hair and more wrinkles. Oh, and my eyes don't twinkle anymore.

    Awww. Can I sit on santas lap?
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    hehehe JJ

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