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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx View Post
    This is spooky. Did you hack my computer and read the next chapter?
    Wooo spooky...I'll have to wait and see what happens then...

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    Quote Originally Posted by kiltlover View Post
    I can't help thinking that Jason is bullying Scott into not going to school. Sure, if Jason is as rich as we think then he'll never have to work but that isn't the point! Does Scott have any friends outside the apartment? - No! Maybe I'm just a pessimist but I think that's really unhealthy.

    Also, no matter how many times Jason calles him 'Babe' and tells him he loves Scott...his love for Shawn is far more believable than whatever he feels for Scott.
    From the story, I don't think Scott has many friends from school even before he met Jason. If he has some, they are not that close...

    I read the story twice and can't spot the love of Jason for Shaun, I know there are some (like Jason always wants to get some out of Shaun before he met Scott), but I didn't come to see it....But Neil kinda confirmed it, so will have to wait until next chapter....


    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx View Post
    This is spooky. Did you hack my computer and read the next chapter?
    Yay, next chapter is coming soon! You are awesome, Neil.
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    Jason, Jason where for art thou Jason.

    Please Jason cum back!!!!!

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    Quote Originally Posted by ukbrit View Post
    Jason, Jason where for art thou Jason.

    Please Jason cum back!!!!!
    Please be patient. Then next update will be 2 chapters worth. When you read them, you'll know why?

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    Thanks for clearing it up gsdx. I got my characters confused a bit lol.

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    Well, I am ready for the next part. Jason sure has a thing for Shawn though. HEE HEE
    Shawn is so adorable!!!!

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    wow Neil (it is Neil right??)

    I had to post my feelings for this story...

    Shawn, just makes me cry... I love him so muchh, he's just... so awesome and I... I... just... love him to death.Ohh Shawn, what would I do to have someone like you... someone who's just downright awesome.... up until his recent insatiable hunger for sex... I wish he was more reserved like before... >.< I miss the old Shawn, the cute Shawn in his white shirt+bow tie and being fussy about messiness, he was much much MUCH more interesting before. Now he' just a mix of Jason/Scott, the Shawn-ness gone.....

    Jason sounds really mean... and Scott is tangled in everything (both love and lust)Still, I love the way you write, the twists and turns you chuck at us... especially the James part, where Shawn is leading the exploration. The way you write put tears in my eyes, you just connect with us readers.

    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx View Post
    Please be patient. Then next update will be 2 chapters worth. When you read them, you'll know why?
    That scares me... That really scares me. It's either Shawn moves on with his life and bottoms for Scott, or one of the characters die. I do hope it's neither, I miss the old Shawn already and I wish he never changed one bit. Anyhow, I'll stop complaining, since I am dying to read the next chapters, I will just pray that nothing traumatizing happens to my Shawnie... anyone but him... I just got this gut feeling that something bad is going to happen (IE someone die), I mean you can only write so much about their sex life... I can only wait, and hopefully not cry if you do something devastating.

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    Re: Taking Care of Jason

    so whens the book being released?

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    like this story alot!! whens the nxt chapter?

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    LOVE the story!!!! Been reading it almost none stop. very very goog

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    Neil! neil!:-D
    hahaha mwah! miss u old man!:P
    whoa! u do know how to give a best ever new year present lol. it's been ages since i last visited here lol june 5th 2007 haha tut!
    Anyway,awesome continuation! I thought you already forgot about my shawn lol.thanks neil for sharing it with us. hope you taking care yourself before you taking care of jason tho. remember ur health comes first. i'll be patiently waiting for the new chapter haha *being a goodboy by not urging you*:P
    "....For I am just a man, seeking for someone to love and be loved..."

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    Lol moderator, sorry for using short form words. haha really cant help it when you using your hp to post a comment lol.

    Neil, i'll be reading your 'watching brad' in the next few days.i know there will be a massive&hard catching up for me lol. I'll leave you my comments after i get thru all of it. I'm also trying my best to go through your other titles as well. who knows there will be more for me to read yay! yeahaa!

    Take care&love you neil,
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    Re: Taking Care of Jason

    Well, it's been a long time coming, but it's here at last. The next update and, as promised, it's a double-chapter update. (You'll see why when you read it.) Both chapters will be posted below this but, before you get to them, please read this bit. It's not an excuse. It's an explanation.

    You all know that I have back problems, but I'd like to explain to you what the problems are and how they affect me. Most importantly, when my back finally gave out in the late 1980s, my spine twisted in 3 different ways. One, it is twisted laterally, meaning that, were you to look at me from above, my shoulders and pelvis wouldn't line up. Two, when viewed from the front or back, you would see a definite curve at the base and my pelvis would be tilted. Three, when viewed from the side, you would see that there is no 'S' curve that you normally see. I've lost the bottom part of the 'S' and now more or less resemble a candy cane instead.

    All that usually adds up to a lot of discomfort and makes walking difficult. There's no cure and surgery would do nothing to make it better. With it comes good times and bad times. I recently went through one of the worst bad times I've ever experienced and I'm not afraid to admit now that it scared the shit out of me. Not only did it make walking more difficult than usual, it seriously interfered with my balance this time and made walking even that much more difficult. That's partially what sent me into a mild depression. I was certain I was destined for a wheelchair.

    Believe me, it's extremely difficult to write porn when you're in pain, scared out of your wits, and depressed.

    Things are better now, though. Not back to normal, but better than they were and I finally felt inclined to do some serious writing for your reading pleasure.

    I hope these chapters measure up to your expectations and. . . ahem. . . your 'enjoyment'.

    Enjoy, and take care always.
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    To bring you up to speed once more, you may recall that our little group is preparing for a ‘surprise'. This included a lot of shopping and a lot of preparation. James, however, almost ruined the fun by deciding not to go, but Jason was very convincing and James finally decided it was best that join them. And so, with the day of the surprise finally here. . .

    TAKING CARE OF JASON
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    "Delicious as always, Shawnie!" Jason said as we rose from our chairs at the table.

    "Thank you, Sir."

    "Everything ready to go?"

    "Yes, Sir," the ever-efficient Shawn replied. "The super will bring up the moving cart in. . ." (Shawn checked his watch) ". . . approximately twenty minutes. That will give you time to dress and for me to clear the table and clean up the kitchen. It shouldn't take long to load the car. One trip with the trolley should do it."

    "Ex-cell-ent!" Jason cried. He was as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning, waiting to open his presents. "This is going to be so great! You sure you've got everything we need?"

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said. "Rather, I should say I will have everything when we finish the shopping. I have a little list for you as well."

    "Great!" Jason shouted, then turned to me and grabbed me in a huge bear hug. "This is going to be so much fun!"

    I would be finding out soon enough if he spoke the truth. Personally, I wasn't at all sure.

    Jason made a quick telephone call as I was brushing my teeth and then he joined me as we washed up and shaved and got dressed. By the time we were finished, Shawn and James were busy loading everything onto the trolley.

    "Shawnie?" Jason said abruptly. "Got your cell phone?"

    "It's in my room. Should I get it?"

    "No, leave it there. Leave yours here, too, Scotty. You got one, Jimmy?"

    James shook his head back and forth. "No," he said rather humbly.

    "Good," Jason said as he clamped his hands together with a loud ‘smack'. "No cell phones. This is our time together. I don't want any interruptions for the next few days."

    "I really think we should take one, Jason," Shawn suggested. "You can turn it off and leave it in the car if you want, but it would be there if we need it." Surprisingly, Jason agreed with and tucked his cell phone into his shirt pocket.

    Before long, the cart was loaded and Shawn made one final, quick check of one of his lists to make certain that he had remembered everything. Satisfied that he had done so, he and James pushed the cart out the door and down the hall to the elevator as Jason locked up and followed along behind. Jason even held my hand the whole way. He'd never done that before.

    It didn't take us long to load up the car and, by the time we had finished, the roof rack was full and secured with the heavy plastic tarpaulin that matched the colour of my eyes. The trunk was full, too, and the overflow had found its way into the back seat. And there was still more to come.

    We dropped off Shawn and James at the grocery store and then took off on our own to get all the stuff on the list that Shawn had given to us. I don't know how he did it. Shawn had been given the challenge of pulling all this together only the day before and somehow he had done it. No complaints. No objections. No nothing. Just loads and loads of efficiency and hard work. Jason wanted it and that was good enough for Shawn. He made sure Jason got it.

    We found everything Shawn wanted us to find. Well, actually, Jason found someone who worked in the store and handed him the list and let the guy find the stuff for us as we tagged along behind him, still walking hand-in-hand. We squeezed our shopping into the back seat and went back to pick up Shawn and James. By the time we loaded the rest of the groceries into the back seat, there was room only for James. Shawn had to ride up front with me and Jason. Even then, there were two bags of groceries on the floor at Shawn's feet and another in his lap, trapping my right hand palm-down over his semi-stiff cock. He even spread his legs a bit so I could tickle his balls with my thumb. He didn't seem to mind and I certainly wasn't about to object.

    "You sure we need all this stuff, Shawnie?" Jason laughed as we set out for our destination. "We're only going for three days, you know."

    "I would rather have too much than not enough, Sir," Shawn replied.

    I didn't really care. I was stuck between my two most favourite people in the world and I was loving it. Jason didn't mind, either, since I rode the entire way with my left hand in the open zipper of his lap. I loved it - my hand surrounded by body-hot denim and cupped over the delicious and stiff cotton-clad mound at the joint of his legs.

    I knew where we were going, of course. It was no surprise to me. I'd been there before. I was, however, surprised when Jason pulled off the road into the lane and drove right past the spot where we had always stopped before. Just remembering those times brought a smile to my lips and a further stiffness to my cock. Happy times and happier memories.

    I looked at Jason, gently digging my fingers into his solid man meat which I had held in my hand throughout the entire trip. He just glanced at me, grinned, and winked. Moments later, he pulled off the tree-lined lane to the right, skillfully steering the car between a number of trees on a path that barely existed except for what appeared to be the recent passage of a vehicle. Eventually, we broke through the trees and entered a small clearing nestled into the arc of the creek which surrounded the knoll on three sides. Ahead of us, the arc of the stream bowed out into something of a pond. In the middle of the clearing was a circle of small rocks surrounding what was obviously a fire pit which already had a small campfire burning in it.

    Jason stopped the car, giving us a chance to look at what would be our home for the next three days. "This is my secret place," Jason said thoughtfully. "I've never brought anyone here before." And then he paused for quite awhile. We all waited in silence as Jason appeared to have his moment. "Before I met Scotty," he explained after a time, "I used to come here all the time to be alone and think and do stuff." He chucked, but his gaze remained locked on the view before us. "Over and over again. I was here so much and using Granddad's bathroom so often that he had an outhouse built for me over there. . ." he pointed off to our left somewhere ". . .and had a self-composting toilet installed. I haven't been here since the day I rescued Scotty from those assholes that day in the field, though. Haven't needed to be here since then."

    We sat in silence again as we waited for Jason to ‘have his moment'. I absentmindedly rubbed his crotch as I had my own special moment in my own special memories. Suddenly, Jason clapped his hands together and announced, "Right! Let's get this show on the road!"

    Within minutes, the car was parked and we were busy unloading it. At least Shawn and James were unloading it. The first thing Jason and I unloaded was our clothes. James noticed us after we had pulled off our shirts and shoes and had started undoing our jeans. He looked around nervously as if expecting to find someone peeping at us from behind the trees. Jason noticed his reaction and started to laugh out loud. "Relax, Jimmy. We're all alone here. No-one will bother us. I've already seen to that. We can do whatever the hell we want as long as we're here. For the next few days, it's just the four of us."

    "Is this your property?"

    "Not yet, but it will be some day. Granddad lives over there for now." Jason paused with his jeans halfway down his humongous thighs and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Well, whenever he's here he lives there. He spends most of his time at his other house out west. Doesn't really like living here anymore. Too cold, he says. Right now, his caretaker looks after the place." As Jason slid the jeans down and off his feet, he nodded toward a nearby pile of firewood and a stack of kindling, carefully covered with a waterproof tarp and weighted down with several large stones. "I phoned him this morning and he brought the wood over for us this morning and started a fire for us and made sure the toilet was ready. I told him we'd be here for a few days and not to come around."

    "And he won't?" James asked skeptically.

    Jason stood up straight, carefully folding his jeans and grinning. "Gramps isn't the only one who can fire his ass. Trust me, Jimmy. He won't be around, and neither will anyone else."

    James sighed and took another quick look around the clearing before returning his attention to the piles of stuff which still had to be unloaded. Before long, he had stripped off his shirt but still wore his tan cotton shorts. Shawn, however, had stripped down to a skimpy pair of sky-blue bikini briefs that cupped his crotch and hugged his ass and left me drooling and imitating a sundial. By my shadow, it was just about noon.

    * * * * *

    "How in hell did you ever get along without Shawn?"

    As he had promised, and at Shawn's insistence, Jason and I sat on a blanket near the campfire with me sitting between Jason's legs, my back resting against his massive, solid, hair-blanketed chest. Jason had a hardon and it pressed against me as I leaned back against him. My own hardon stood straight up from my crotch, pointing up at me. The piss slit in the head winked at me and dripped clear precum as it bounced with unashamed excitement against my belly. Jason's arms encircled my chest, holding me just as he'd said he would. I felt very safe and extremely happy and not the least bit uncomfortable.

    Off to our right, on a relatively flat section of ground near the babbling creek, Shawn and James busied themselves erecting the tent which would be our home for the next few days. Jason had mentioned that he'd bought another tent for James and Shawn, but Shawn had convinced his new friend to share the large tent with us. "It's a huge tent, James," Shawn had explained. "It sleeps eight and there's a privacy wall we can roll down between us to make two rooms. Besides. It's not like we haven't seen them fooling around before."

    "But they might hear us if we. . . um. . . you know. . ." James had whispered to Shawn, but it was loud enough for me to hear.

    Apparently, Jason had heard him, too, and he screamed with laughter as he and I lifted a plastic cooler from the trunk of the car and said, "And you think you won't be able to hear us, Jimmy? You'd hear us even if we set up another tent in the next county!" We had set the cooler down and Jason had wrapped his left arm around James' shoulders and rubbed James' scalp with his knuckles, giving him some noogies. "Ya gotta lighten up, Jimmy. It's nothing we haven't seen each other do before already, right? You can't have fun if you're so uptight" Jason became suddenly serious then and gave James a friendly and encouraging squeeze. "Look. Give it a try tonight. If it bothers you too much and your pecker doesn't cooperate, we'll set up the other tent, okay? Just relax and have fun. That's what we're here for. Well, except for Shawnie. He's here to feed me and then he can go play."

    James had joined us in the laughter which followed and then promised to try to relax and enjoy himself.

    So, there we were, sitting on the blanket and Jason was holding me from behind.

    "Sorry, Babe," he said. "What did you say?"

    "I asked how you ever got along without Shawn."

    "Seriously, Babe, I have no idea," Jason replied quietly into my ear as he hugged his arms even tighter around me. "I know I ate out a lot. Don't know what I'd do without him now, though. He does so much for me. A lot more than I should expect. He's always been like that, even after he found out I was gay. He didn't give a shit. Maybe he was afraid I'd fire him if he said anything, I don't know. Maybe he really needed the job and just did it and kept his nose out of my business. Or maybe he just didn't care."

    "How did he find out?"

    "Poor guy. I thought he'd gone grocery shopping but he'd only gone to the convenience store down the street to buy some milk and fresh bread. When he came back, I was sitting stark naked on the sofa with my clothes dropped all over the place and belting back beer and whacking off like crazy to a bunch of guys screwing their brains out on a video tape. Didn't even hear him come back and didn't know he was there until I shot all over the carpet and coffee table and sofa. I grabbed some tissues to clean it up and, next thing I knew, Shawnie was standing right there beside the sofa and telling me not to worry about it, that he would clean it up. Scared the hell out of me at first, but then I realised I was standing there starkers with a half-hardon that was still dribbling my jazz all over the floor and I grabbed a pillow from the sofa to hold over my crotch. Shawnie ignored me and just started cleaning up my mess as if he was wiping up a glass of milk or something I'd spilt. I told him I'd do it, but he told me it was his job and told me not to worry about it.

    "I was drunk and embarrassed to shit what with getting caught jerking off like some teenager, and I was so fuckin' scared Shawnie was going to blab my secret all over town, but after I got washed and dressed, I went out to talk to him. He was in the kitchen by then, cooking my supper. I sat him down at the table and offered him a pile of money to keep his mouth shut about what he'd seen me doing and what I was doing it to, but he refused it and said it wasn't anybody's business what I did in my own home, especially his.

    "That was the first night Shawnie stayed over at my place and he even ate supper with me. Later, he sat with me and watched me get totally sauced on beer and listened to me go on and on for hours about how miserable my life was because I was so scared someone would find out I'm into guys. We became best friends that night. Nothing ever happened between us, and I didn't even try to go after him. I was too scared to, for one thing. Hell, I was still a virgin with guys. But I was more scared of losing Shawnie as a friend. He was the only one I could talk to. After than night, things started to change and I became more relaxed around him. I stopped worrying about him and did whatever I wanted wherever and whenever I wanted. He's the second-best thing that's ever happened to me and I love him almost as much as I love you."

    "And Shawn loves you almost as much as I do," I told him.

    "You think so?"

    "Oh, I know he does. It's different from when I first met him, but he still loves you."

    "How do you mean, ‘different'?"

    "Well, he's always loved you as a friend. That was obvious from the moment I met him. But after he started getting into the sex with us, he was scared to death of you. Probably because he saw how rough you treated me sometimes and he thought you might hurt him accidentally if you got carried away. When he found out just how gentle you can be, though, he found another way that he could pay you back for everything you've done for him."

    Jason twisted his head around to kiss the ear he'd just talked softly into and I felt his cock swelling against me, jumping against my back and releasing a drop of lube which felt warm and moist against my skin..

    I swivelled my hips, letting my back rub against his rod of flesh. "Want me to take care of that for you?"

    "No. I told you I'd hold you all day and that's what I'm going to do. We've got the rest of our lives to take care of that. For now, just sit back, relax, and watch Shawnie's ass."

    I twisted around, grinning up at him. "How did you know that's what I was looking at?"

    "Because you can't see mine."

    I stared up at Jason, my eyes locking on his own dark eyes hidden from the sunlight in the shadows of his heavy brows. My grin had turned into a happy smile. I don't remember why I started laughing, but I did. Jason immediately joined me and our voices echoed through the trees. James and Shawn stopped what they were doing and looked at us in befuddled amusement. It was a good laugh, though, and a fun one, and it made Jason want to hug me even harder, so I let him.

    For the next few hours, we sat there in the shade of the large trees looming above us, tossing the occasional log on the campfire as it crackled away. Shawn and James continued to set up camp around us. An impromptu kitchen was erected under the large tent awning and Shawn had brought us a cool beer from the ice-filled cooler. Jason and I were sitting together on one of those aluminum chaise lounges by that time. It was much more comfortable and relaxing with its nice, soft cushion of upholstered foam atop the nylon webbing than the fluffy blanket spread out on the hard ground. We were content to share one lounger, but two others sat side-by-side just to the right of us, waiting for James and Shawn to make use of them.

    As we watched them, we heard Shawn laughing suddenly at something James had said, and then he kissed James right there on the lips. Even with what James had been through those past few days, we could see his ears turning bright red and he quickly glanced sheepishly and shyly in our direction before turning away again and hiding his embarrassment in his tasks.

    "I hope he gets more relaxed around us," Jason said.

    "He will, Babe," I said. "Remember, he's pretty new to all this guy-guy stuff. It's going to take him some time to get used to it. I'm surprised he's done as much as he's done, really."

    "Heat of the moment," Jason suggested. "He got so excited he forgot where he was and what he was doing. He just did it. Sort of like Shawnie that first time with us, remember? He didn't even realise he was whacking off in front of us until after he'd sprayed his jazz all over the place."

    "By then it was too late."

    Jason gave me a big hug. "Same thing with Jimmy. He'll come around when he gets more comfortable with us. We've got the next few days to loosen him up and make him feel like family. I'm glad for Shawnie. He deserves someone like Jimmy."

    And James, apparently, deserved someone like Shawn. Time would tell, though. For now, I wanted nothing more than to sit back and enjoy Jason's promise to hold me all day long.

    * * * * *

    Dinner was delicious. Shawn had worked his magic to create a surprisingly wonderful meal using just a Coleman stove and a charcoal briquet hibachi. I had expected peanut butter sandwiches or hot dogs stuck on a stick and cooked over the campfire. Instead we got salad and baked potatoes and cole slaw and marinated steak with sautéed onions and mushrooms. We even had cherry cheesecake for dessert.

    As the sun dipped behind the trees to the west, we sat around the little bonfire we'd managed to keep burning. It was so quiet there. No sounds except for the brook, the animal sounds around us, and the leaves of the trees rustling in the breeze. Occasionally we'd hear a siren of some sort in the distance but otherwise we were far enough out in the country to feel that there was no-one else on Earth except us. I thought it would drive me nutso, but I found that I was enjoying the peace and quiet. I could get used to this as long as I could order delivery pizza once a week.

    Shawn had set up mosquito coils around the perimeter of the camp and we were comfortably pest free and delightfully naked. Jason was once again holding me from behind in the chaise. His left arm was wrapped around my chest and his right hand lay in my lap with his fingers wrapped around my still-hard cock and lazily stroking it up and down. It hadn't really gone down entirely since we got there earlier that day. My own right hand was now behind me and trapped between our bodies. Jason's rock-hard cock was wrapped in my hand and I did my best to pleasure him with my fingers despite the confined space. Shawn and James sat near us in the side-by-side lounge chairs they had set there. They were still dressed as they had been earlier that afternoon and were holding hands. Shawn's hardon was clearly outlined in his briefs, thick and beautifully shaped, and pointing toward his right hip. The orb shapes of his balls were also clearly and sexily displayed. James probably had a hardon, too, but I couldn't tell for sure. His shorts hid it quite adequately.

    "Can I ask you guys a question?" James said suddenly, the light from the campfire dancing on his face.

    "Sure," both Jason and I replied at the same time.

    "I was wondering why. . . um. . ." James stopped as he twisted uncomfortably in his lounger and looked down toward his legs. "I'm sorry. Never mind. It's none of my business."

    "We'll be the judge of that, Jimmy," Jason said. "Ask your question. If we don't think it's any of your business, we'll tell you. Fair enough?"

    "Go ahead, James," Shawn prompted, giving James' hand an encouraging shake.

    James shifted himself in the chair again, cleared his throat, then looked at us once more. "Well," he said nervously, "you guys like each other, right? I mean, you really like each other. . . a lot?"

    "A bit more than liking," I replied with a smile. "More along the lines of loving each other to death."

    Again, James cleared his throat. "And you like. . . um. . . you know. . . making love with each other?"

    "A whole lot more than ‘like', Jimmy," Jason laughed as he momentarily released my cock and used his arms to hug me even closer to him. "We love sex with each other more than anything else."

    There was a short pause before James finally hit us with what had been on his mind. "Then why do you do all that stuff with other guys?"

    Jason took the bull by the horns as they say and set about answering James' question. "That's easy, Jimmy. I met Scotty at a party that his roommate invited me to. I didn't know anything about it other than he told me I was gonna get a blowjob from some guy who sucked cock better than anyone he'd ever met. I'd had a few blowjobs from guys before that and I enjoyed them a lot and he promised me I'd regret it if I didn't go. He said his roommate blew him all the time and he was the best cocksucker ever. I walked into the room that night and saw Scotty there and I fell in love with him right then and there. He was the sexiest and most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life, and his eyes. . . . It was his eyes, I think. I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. Trouble was, I couldn't tell anyone. Not even Scotty. No-one knew I liked guys ‘cept Shawnie, and I couldn't let anyone find out. I had a reputation as a jock stud to keep up. I'd never had sex with a woman, but I didn't need to. All I had to do was to take a few of them out for dinner and then sit back and wait for them to make up their own stories about the wild and crazy sex we had. I got a cover story for a club house sandwich and a kiss.

    "Anyway, I stood back at the party, waiting my turn and watching Scotty sucking every cock in the room. But the guys started passing him around like a whore, doing whatever the hell they wanted to do to him and sticking their cocks in any hole that was available. I could have killed them for the way they treated him, but I kept my mouth shut because I was afraid of what they would think if I defended him.

    "I hated myself for it, but it turned me on so much at the same time because Scotty looked like he was having the time of his life and I almost came in my pants just watching him. I'd seen lots of porn, as Shawnie can attest to, but I'd never seen anything as sexy and horny as what I was watching there in real life. All I could think of was my cock sliding into that beautiful face of his and those amazing eyes looking up at me. When Scotty finally got around to me and started sucking on my dick, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Like I said, I'd had a few blowjobs before and none of them came close to what Scotty did for me."

    Jason went quiet for a moment or two as he remembered. "Anyway, after the party, I came here and I jerked off three times just thinking about Scott and the incredible blowjob he'd given me. The next day, I started following him so I could watch out for him and keep him safe, and every day I fell more and more in love with him. But I was still scared shitless to tell him I loved him in case he told someone else and my secret got out."

    He hugged me tighter and kissed me. I had already twisted myself around in his arms so I could look at his face as he talked. "We came here a lot after we made a deal with each other and he started blowing me in return for my protection. Truth was, though, I'd have protected him even if he didn't blow me. I just would have continued doing it secretly. Anyway, the more he sucked me off and let me fuck him, the more I wanted to suck him and let him fuck me, and that frustrated me and made me treat him the way the guys at the party had treated him, and I hated myself for that, too. Believe me, I did a lot of things to him and made him do a lot of things to me that I shouldn't have. That whole ‘quit pro quo' thing. It was such bullshit. If I hadn't been such a wuss, I would have done more than protect him. I would have shown him the love he deserved. All because I was afraid of what people might think of me. I'm not sure I can ever forgive myself for that."

    "I already did, Jason," I interrupted. "A long time ago."

    He kissed me again, then looked back at James to continue his story. "I had to act that way, you see. I was terrified that anyone might even think I was gay. . . even Scott. So I was a real asshole to him and treated him like my own personal cocksucker and toy that I could use any way I wanted. I tried to make him fall in love with me, but all I did was push him farther away. I even arranged an afternoon for him with Robbie because he'd told me Robbie had asked him for a blowjob. I hoped I'd make him love me for doing that for him, but I ended up spying on him and Robbie instead and getting so horned up from watching them that I humiliated Scott in front of his friend by just about choking him to death when I face-fucked him. But he just sucked me better and harder than he had ever sucked before and I realised his sucking off Robbie had turned him on just as much watching him do it had turned me on. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life.

    "That night, I told Shawnie all about it and he told me that I was happier than he'd ever seen me since I gave him the job, and then he called me an idiot."

    All eyes moved to Shawn, who was sitting there now with the neatest looking smirk on his face. He just shrugged his shoulders as he looked at me and said, "Well, it was the truth. He was an idiot as far as I was concerned. I knew how bad he felt about the way he treated you and I thought you might eventually get sick of it and take your chances on your own, so I told him he was an idiot if he didn't smarten up and admit that he loved you."

    "And that's what I did," Jason continued. "I don't care who knows anymore, and I don't care if anyone finds out I'm gay. I'm in love and I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. That's all that matters to me now. But, getting back to your question, Jimmy. I really didn't want to spend another day without Scott, but I also knew that I loved watching him do other guys as much as he loved doing them. It makes both of us ten times as horny and our sex is always ten times better later on. And that's why we do it. It's all for the sex."

    James surprised everyone with his next observation. "But you don't look like someone who. . . um. . . I'm not sure how to say this." We waited until he found the words. "Well, you don't even look gay let alone look like someone who would. . . um. . . do oral sex on a guy or let him. . . you know. . . have sex with you."

    "And Scotty does?" Jason asked lightheartedly. "Or Shawnie? Or even you?"

    "No," James said quickly, "but we don't look like you. I mean. . . well, you're so handsome and big and you look so. . . well. . . tough and. . . manly. You could make anyone do whatever you want and you wouldn't have to do anything back, but you do. You do oral on guys and let them. . . you know."

    "Well, thank you, Jimmy, but that would hardly be fair now, would it?" Jason replied. "I like sucking cock just as much as the next guy, and I don't mind a nice hunk of meat pounding my ass. It's not all about how you look. It's about what you like. How you feel and what makes you feel good. And sucking cock is great and getting fucked feels good. That's why I do it."

    James seemed to consider this for a few long, silent moments, then asked, "But why Shawn when you've got all those other guys? I mean. . . well. . . I like him and. . . ."

    So that was where all this was going. It took awhile to get there, but we made it. Before we could respond, though. . .

    "Do you want me to stop, James?" Shawn asked him suddenly. "I'll stop if you want me to."

    "Do you want to stop?" James asked.

    Shawn looked over at us. "Jason and Scott are my best friends and they're the closest thing I have to family now. I love both of them with all my heart and I'd do anything for them. Jason has been more like a brother to me than a boss. He took me in when I didn't really have anywhere else to go and gave me a job when I really needed it. He was my only friend for the longest time. And the first person - male or female - that I ever had any sort of sex with was Scott. They've both shown me how to live and how to love, and they've shown me how I could be loved in return." He looked back at James. "No, James, I don't want to stop. But I will if you ask me to."

    "Would they. . . um. . ." James was clearly searching for the words he wanted to say, and I was pretty certain I knew what they were. "You know, are they. . . um. . . you know. . . more. . . . Oh, God!" James pulled is hand free from Shawn's grasp as he wriggled around uncomfortably in the chaise again.

    Shawn sat upright in his chaise. "James? What is it? What's wrong?"

    "I think," I said when I could see James still struggling for the correct words, "James wants to know if he's as important to you as we are."

    "James? Is that true?"

    James crossed his arms and clutched them tightly over his chest, his head bowed and his gaze averted. Finally, he nodded his head slowly down once, then back up. His eyes lifted to meet Shawn's eyes.

    Shawn leaned forward to put his hand on James' arm. James lifted his head and stared into Shawn's handsome young face. "Yes, James, you are. You're very important to me. And that's why I'll stop if you ask me to."

    It was quite some time before James replied. Jason and I sat in silence, waiting patiently.

    "No. You don't have to stop. I. . . um. . . I just. . ." James paused and glanced briefly at me and Jason before his eyes lowered momentarily to my crotch. Jason's hand was still stroking my cock. When he looked back at Shawn, the cutest smile crossed his lips and he quickly looked down at his fidgety fingers before he said, "It's kinda like watching porn. . . and I kinda like it, too."

    "I believe," Jason whispered into my ear, "little Jimmy is beginning to loosen up."

    To Be Continued

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 37

    Throughout most of my life, the closest I ever came to ‘roughing it' was eating cold pizza by candlelight when the electricity went out during a thunderstorm. I was never really into nature. It was just there to keep the cities and towns from running into each other. And I've never really paid any attention to the night sky before until that night. I sort of noticed something up there but I didn't really know that I was seeing it at first, but then it suddenly came into focus and I recognised it for what it was. . . the Big Dipper. I'd seen it in pictures, but never in real life. I could see the hand and the dipper. I knew there was a Little Dipper up there, too, but I had no idea how to find it. I've since learned that the two outside stars of the dipper part point to the North Star, and that's the first star in the handle of the Little Dipper, but this really isn't the time for a science lesson, is it?

    Anyway, I might have been more excited about finding the Big Dipper had Jason not been distracting me by trying to swallow my cock at that same moment.

    The campfire was crackling away and adding a sexy atmosphere to the evening, as if it weren't sexy enough. I was sprawled out on the chaise, my legs spread wide and my feet planted on the grass on either side of the chaise. My toes were pointing up to the night sky. Jason straddled the other end of the chaise, facing me and bending himself over me with his face shoved in my crotch. His hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and his mouth covered the rest. He still couldn't deep throat me but I didn't care. There wasn't anyone else I'd rather get a blowjob from than my Jason. He could have been the world's worst cocksucker, but just the fact that he went at it so enthusiastically and sucked my dick just because he wanted to do it was enough to make his blowjobs the best ever. What he may have lacked in talent, he certainly made up for it in determination and gusto.

    My head rolled to the right and, in the flickering firelight of the campfire and the silky glow of the city lights I knew I would see if I looked behind me over my other shoulder, I saw James and Shawn sitting not far away from us, still holding hands and watching us. James was still dressed in his shorts but his right hand rested over his crotch. One fingers teased the long, solid tube of flesh hidden beneath the material as his attention switched back and forth between me and Jason and his new best friend, Shawn. Shawn was sitting in another chaise to James' left. He had pushed his sky-blue underwear down and hooked the waistband under his balls and now lay back in the chaise, lazily and casually stroking his rock-hard rod with his left hand as he watched us.

    I couldn't imagine being any happier than I was at that moment. I was in love with the man of my dreams and, what's more, he was in love with me. Through him, I had met one of the most delightful and caring and sexy young men I've ever had the privilege to meet, and I was getting to know another young man equally delightful and caring and sexy. I would do anything for any of them and I knew that at least two of them would do anything for me.

    Jason was rich. How rich I still don't know. But that doesn't matter to me. Even if he was penniless. . . even if the car he drove was all he could afford rather than being a cover for his wealth. . . I wouldn't have cared. Wherever he made his home, there would be my home as well. He said he'd take care of me forever and I believed him because I knew I'd take care of Jason forever as well. Whatever he wanted of me, he would get. Somehow I knew I would be spending the rest of my life taking care of Jason. Such was my love for him.

    At that moment, though, Jason was taking care of me. A loud slurp as he lifted his hot, wet mouth off my cock brought be back to the present. He immediately bent even lower and stuck out his tongue, flapping it around as quickly as butterfly wings to lick at and tickle my nuts.

    I groaned my pleasure and somehow managed to open my legs even more, giving Jason access to as much of my crotch as he wanted. My eyes closed momentarily and, when I opened them again, Shawn was stroking his cock with more enthusiasm now. I believe I licked my lips subconsciously and I believe Shawn took it as an invitation because he leaned toward James and said something to him that I couldn't hear. James looked at me briefly, then back at Shawn and he nodded his head. Shawn stood up then, holding his hardon in his right hand now, and walked behind the chaise with his crotch hanging temptingly over my face. With his thumb, he pushed his hard cock down as I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. He aimed his cockhead directly at my lips. As his hips moved forward, his cock slid inside, over my tongue, and easily into my throat.

    With his balls bumping my nose with every thrust of his hips, Shawn slid his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed the material over his ass and down his thighs, bending over me slightly as he did so. I could see and feel him lifting one foot at a time to step out of them and kicking them away somewhere into the darkness. Personally, I didn't care if they landed in the campfire.

    Shawn tenderly grasped the sides of my face with his warm hands and began some serious face fucking. I moaned my excitement into his meat. That caused Shawn's cock to swell inside my throat and his own moans of excitement soon joined mine which caused a chain reaction with my own cock inside Jason's mouth and caused him to moan too, which caused me to moan even more and. . . well, you get the idea.

    The slurping and sucking and moaning and face fucking went on for a few minutes before Shawn pulled back his hips and his delicious and throat-filling cock slid out of my mouth. I groaned at the loss until I saw him turn around and face the other direction. He was holding his hard and spit-moist cock in his hand again. I knew immediately what he was doing and I lifted the arms of the chaise which would lower the back until I was lying almost horizontally. Shawn positioned himself above me and spread his legs slightly, and then he began to sit down.

    He paused partway down, the cheeks of his luscious ass hanging above me and blocking out the stars, and I could see him straining to look around and try to get his bearings. To help him, I reached up and planted one hand on the side of each cheek and guided him into position. As he drew nearer and nearer, I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go. A few moments later and Shawn was balanced quite comfortably on my face. I didn't have to seek out his asshole with my tongue. Shawn soon had the two lined up perfectly and I went to work as he began stroking his cock once more.

    Shawn's ass was hot and moist and musky after spending all day in his shorts and underwear, but it was a clean, intoxicating muskiness that sent my senses reeling and sent tingles of electric excitement all through my crotch. Call me selfish, but I prayed that this was one talent James would never enjoy doing. Shawn loved getting rimmed almost as much as I loved rimming him. I could handle it if he didn't let me blow him anymore or if he stopped seasoning my breakfast with his ‘special sauce', but I wasn't sure I could handle him depriving me of that delicious bottom of his! Just like that old saying goes: As long as I have a face, Shawn has a place to sit.

    I didn't have to do much work, really. Just kept my tongue stiff and pointed for the most part. Shawn did most of the work for me. His ass mashed itself onto my face and he swirled and humped his hips, sliding his asshole back and forth over my lips and tongue and swirling it around and around in circles. Once in awhile, I'd grab hold of his thighs and hold him still and give his butt a real working over but, for the most part, he put his ass where he wanted to be licked.

    James appeared in my line of sight not long after that, kneeling on the ground between Shawn's legs and resting his arms on Shawn's thighs as he leaned in for a closer view. He watched Shawn stroking his cock in a steady rhythm. Once, he bent lower and lifted Shawn's balls out of the way with his fingertips so he could see my tongue flapping in Shawn's ass. I watched as Shawn lifted his left hand and allowed his fingers to gently stroke the side of James' head. James looked up at him, then down to Shawn's cock. Ever-so-slowly, James leaned forward, pursing his lips as he did so, until his lips pressed against the underside of Shawn's cockhead where it joins the shaft, and then I watched as he kissed it and extended his own tongue and traced the sensitive ridge of the corona.

    Shawn stopped stroking and I could feel him beginning to shudder with excitement as James teased his cock rim. And then James leaned in even further and slid his lips over the entire head, licking and suckling at it and sending Shawn's entire body aquiver. I could feel his asshole flexing and his ass cheeks squeezing my face cheeks and I pressed forward, spearing my tongue into him as far as I could make it go. Above me, I could see his cock jump in James' mouth with each thrust of my piercing tongue. Blowjobs always feel better with an anxious tongue shoved up your ass.

    All too soon, though, James let his lips slide off Shawn's cockhead and he gave it a final kiss before he began to kiss his way down the shaft toward Shawn's hefty balls which were still cradled on James' fingertips. He twisted his head sideways about halfway down the shaft, kissing along the underside of the ridge there as he drew closer and closer to Shawn's precious orbs. He paused before he reached them, moved his head and his hand away, and looked down at me. Our eyes met and I could see them twinkling in the flickering firelight, and then I saw him smile at me. The smile was still on his face as he leaned forward once more and tenderly and lovingly kissed both of Shawn's balls before he began to lick them with as much love and tenderness as he'd done to Shawn's cock.

    Shawn began to move again soon after that, slowly sliding backwards toward my upper chest and away from my mouth. My tongue traced along his ‘tween' - that sensitive ridge of flesh between his balls and his asshole - and I could hear a mousy squeak above me as it passed over my tongue. Soon enough, I was smiling as I sent my tongue into overdrive. A sigh of deep satisfaction escaped Shawn's lips as he continued moving back. Finally, he was sitting lightly on my chest and his balls were dangling over my open mouth. My lips and tongue fought each other to get at them, yet they worked with each other to bring as much pleasure to Shawn as they could.

    Meanwhile, since Shawn's arrival to join the party, I could feel my own pleasure building. I knew I was getting close to popping my nuts and they were plunging hell bent for leather toward blasting their contents down my Jason's throat. I redoubled my efforts, noticing that James' face was now very close to mine as we tongued Shawn's nuts. James seemed to be watching me and copying my movements as if taking lessons. I could feel his warm, sweet breath blowing over my forehead and cheek and nose and I breathed it in. It blended nicely with Shawn's crotch and ass smells. I made a special mental note to repeat the performance with James at some later date when there was more light for him to see what I was doing.

    That mental note, however, was quickly shoved into a back corner of my mind as I sucked Shawn's entire left nut into my mouth and he groaned one of those groans that makes you feel as good as he does because you made it happen. James tried to copy me with Shawn's right nut but, possibly fearing that he might hurt Shawn if he tried, he seemed to change his mind and tilted his head toward me and carefully wrapped his lips around it instead. By doing that, though, his face made contact with mine a few times. He didn't seem to object, so I didn't, either. We even managed to touch lips once or twice, but he wasn't quite as comfortable with that as I was and pulled away quickly when we made contact.

    With everything going on and all the sex sounds in the air, I was soon at the point of no return and I released Shawn's testicle from my mouth, clenched my eyes shut tight, and buried my face in the valley between his balls and his left hip as I began blowing my load into Jason. Of course, Jason took it like the man he is and held on with both hands. He turned his lungs and mouth into a vacuum machine and it felt like he was sucking my balls right up through my cock and out the slit at the tip. I could feel him swallowing over and over and over again as he sucked more and more of my jism out of my nuts. I swear, if he sucked any harder, the moon would have shifted in its orbit.

    Shawn began to move again midway though my orgasm, sliding forward once more, and I finished my orgasm with my screams of ecstacy being muffled by his ass as he clamped his cheeks over my face. I could feel his asshole grasping at my tongue, practically begging it to drive itself as deep into him as it could go, and I was only too happy to oblige. And the harder my tongue pushed against his pucker, the more intense my orgasm was. All too soon, though, it was over. There was nothing left for Jason to suck out. I clutched Shawn's ass cheeks in my hands and sucked desperate breaths of air through my nose as I came down from my orgasm.

    Jason lifted his head away from my deflating cock and he stood up from the chaise and moved toward the head of the chair. Eventually I managed to open my eyes again to see James sucking Shawn's cock once more. Beyond James, I could hear Jason's gentle groans and the unmistakable sounds of Shawn sucking on Jason's cock. Shawn continued rocking his hips, grinding his ass against my face and driving his cock into James' mouth at the same time. James' armpits still rested on Shawn's thighs and his right hand was wrapped around the base of Shawn's cock. He couldn't take much more than just the head from the angle he was sucking it, but that seemed to be enough for Shawn. By the twitching of his ass and the way his balls pulled up tight to his body, I could tell that he, too, was quickly approaching orgasm and I renewed my efforts once more to make it as enjoyable for him as I could.

    As my tongue drilled into Shawn's ass, my fingers curled themselves around his hips, digging into his skin and holding him fast, letting him know that I didn't want him to move. I could feel his entire body beginning to shimmy above me and then I could hear his clear, unmuffled moans and groans which quickly turned into grunts of impending explosions. I knew them for what they were but James apparently mistook them. I think he thought he was hurting Shawn and he immediately released Shawn's ready-to-blast cock from his mouth. He still held Shawn's cock in his hand, but he didn't stroke it or anything. He just held it. He was looking up at Shawn's face when it happened.

    The first blast of cum was seriously powerful and shot out of Shawn's bouncing cock like one of those squirty cans of whipped cream, catching James completely by surprise and hitting him smack dab in the middle of his forehead. I could hear it splatter and then I felt a few of the stray droplets of warm jism splashing onto my own face. Another contraction blasted a long, stringy shot of cum all over James' face and chin and chest before he managed to recover enough to get Shawn's pumping organ back between his lips so he wouldn't waste the rest. I actually smiled into Shawn's ass when I heard the delightful sounds and grunts and whimpers he made after James' mouth wrapped around his cock again. He was certainly enjoying the experience of getting sucked and rimmed at the same time.

    As I worked his ass, James worked Shawn's cock. He forged ahead like a trouper and managed to hold on to the end and didn't spill another drop of Shawn's sweet cum. I knew what he was tasting. I'd tasted it often enough myself, and I didn't blame James for not wanting to waste any of it.

    I coaxed out Shawn's orgasm as long as I could, teasing and tantalising him and making him clamp his ass muscles around my face as he silently begged me to keep working my tongue. I could still feel his body heaving with his gasps of breath. But I'm not a miracle worker and I couldn't make the orgasm last forever. It ultimately came to an end and Shawn entered the euphoric after-cum phase. He slumped against Jason and his entire body relaxed. Earlier, he had been balancing himself on my face. Now, though, his legs failed him completely and he literally sat on my face with his entire weight. I didn't mind. I could still breath. James ceased his gulping and merely held Shawn's spent cock in his mouth before finally pulling away and letting it slip with a satisfied slurp from his lips.

    It was over.

    But there were still two people who hadn't cum yet, and it was their turn next.

    I thought I might take over for Shawn and finish blowing Jason so Shawn could take care of James but, when he finally composed himself enough to move, Shawn simply lifted his ass from my face and dropped to his knees in front of Jason and sucked his still-hard cock back into his mouth and burying his nose in Jason's pubes. I rolled over onto my belly, facing James. He'd moved back a bit but was still kneeling on the ground and, in the flickering light from the campfire, I could see Shawn's cum still dripping down his face and chest. One stream of it had left a sticky, moist trail right down to the waistband of his shorts and another was racing down his body to join the first. I actually envied those small streams of jizz.

    I watched as James lifted his hand to his cheek and swept it across and over his lips, gathering the cum from Shawn's explosion onto his fingers. I watched intently, expecting him to lick it off but, to my horror, he quickly reached down to wipe his fingers on the grass.

    "No!!" I yelled as I scrambled off the chaise. James froze, looking at me, and Shawn jumped, making Jason grunt in pain and pull his cock from Shawn's mouth.

    "Fuck, Scotty!" Jason shouted. "You trying to turn me into Bobbitt or something?"

    "Sorry, Jason," I apologised quickly, but my attention was on James. "Please don't do that, James," I told him as I moved around the chaise to kneel in front of him and grab his wrist.

    "Don't do what?" a confused and startled James asked Shawn.

    "I don't think Scott wants you to waste it on the grass," Shawn replied.

    James glanced quickly at his hand, then back at Shawn. "What do you mean?"

    "I think," Shawn said, "he wants to clean it off himself."

    Even in the dark, I could see James' eyes open with sudden understanding. "You mean. . ." he began, then turned to me. "You mean you want to. . . wipe it off?"

    "He wants to lick it off you, Jimmy," Jason said. I could hear the amusement in his voice.

    James looked at Jason as if to see if Jason was teasing him, then at Shawn, and finally at me again. "Really?" he asked. His voice sounded so innocent, yet intrigued.

    "I'd like to," I said hopefully, "if you ‘ll let me."

    James just looked at me. I had let go of his wrist, but he didn't move his hand. He just left it there with the palm facing up with his collection of cum sparkling in the firelight. And then he looked back at Shawn.

    "It's your decision, James," Shawn said almost whispering. "No-one can make it for you. You have to start trusting them sooner or later. Might as well start now."

    James paused only a moment before saying, "I just don't want you to get mad at me if I do."

    "If it's what you want to do, then I want you to do it. I won't get mad." And, with that, Shawn went back to sucking Jason's cock.

    James watched him for a half a minute or so and then looked back at me, but he didn't say anything.

    "Scared?" I asked, trying to sound as gentle and soothing as I could.

    He nodded. "A bit."

    "Just remember one word. ‘Stop'. If I go anywhere outside your comfort zone, just tell me. Okay?"

    James nodded after a few anxious heartbeats.

    "Would you like me to?" I asked.

    A few more anxious heartbeats later and James nodded again. I gave him a few moments to prepare himself and then reached out and took his wrist again. Slowly I moved his hand closer to me, then bent over it and began cleaning it with my lips and tongue. Shawn's cream was still warm from the heat of James' hand and its pungent flavour mingled with the taste of James' skin. The flavours were absolutely intoxicating and almost made me feel dizzy.

    Before I fainted from the excitement, though, I maneuvered his hand slightly and sucked his entire index finger into my mouth, guiding it to slide in and out as I gently sucked it clean before giving it a pseudo blowjob. And then I did the same with his thumb and his other fingers until there wasn't a single drop of Shawn's cum left on James' hand.

    I took him by both hands then and stood up, guiding James to his feet. We stood there, looking at each other eye-to-eye for a few moments and then I released his hands and moved mine to the sides of his neck and gently nudged his head down a bit as I leaned in to him. I licked the cum from his short hair first. I could smell and taste the faint aroma of the campfire smoke mixed with the scent of the shampoo he'd used that morning. When his hair was suitably cleaned, I moved to his forehead and lower, advancing cautiously and slowly, ready to stop the moment he told me to. But he didn't say anything, even as I passed my lips and tongue across his own lips. I had moved my hands to his shoulders by that time, so he was free to pull his head away from me, but he didn't.

    I could easily have taken advantage of the moment, but I didn't. Instead, I continued cleaning Shawn's cum from James' cheeks and jaws and chin, then down to his neck and on down to his chest. I was really getting into James' smell and flavour and I almost lost myself in it when I ran my lips over his right nipple. For just a few moments, I forgot myself and began to suckle on his nipple, teasing it as I would for someone I was making love to. Besides, it perked up so nibbly nice and hard. It was only when I was moving over to his other nipple that I came to my senses and remembered my boundaries. Still, since James hadn't objected or made any move to stop me, I gave his left nipple a twiddle or two just so it wouldn't feel left out and so it would match its partner.

    Back to the task at hand, though. My tongue found those trails of cum between his smooth pecs. You remember . . . the trails that travelled all the way down to the waistband of his shorts. Well, my tongue was travelling down there as well and I dropped to my knees in front of James as I went lower and lower. My forearms were pressed against his sides and my elbows rested on his hips. Suddenly, I was met with something totally unexpected. My chin bumped into something hard, warm, smooth, and slightly wet. I knew immediately what it was.

    I pulled my head back to look and was met with a delightful surprise. Somehow, without my knowledge, Shawn had weaselled his right hand between me and James and had undone the button and zipper of James' shorts. With the flaps pulled apart, Shawn now had his hand wrapped securely around the solid and throbbing shaft of James' cock which was pointing straight up. A whole thumb's worth of it was sticking out of the waistband of his bright, white underwear that almost glowed even in the dim light of the campfire. I'd already seen it totally bare back at the flat, but somehow it more interesting and intriguing there at the camp, maybe because I was so close to it and because I'd had something to do with making it as hard as it was and leaking precum to boot.

    I could feel the slickness of his lube beneath my chin where it had bumped the head of his cock and I automatically moved my thumb to it, wiped across the skin there to gather it up, and moved it to my lips. I was still sucking on the delightful liquid when I looked up at James who was staring down at me and watching my every move.

    Our eyes locked and the only sounds we heard were the sucking sounds from Shawn and Jason and James' laboured breathing as he stood there waiting to see what was going to happen next. I was almost certain he wanted me to go further and blow him. At least he wasn't telling me not to, or doing anything to hide himself.. But, when he looked down at Shawn, I sort of got the feeling that he wanted to ask Shawn's what he should do, or perhaps to ask Shawn's permission. He never asked his question, but he got his answer soon enough.

    Shawn twisted himself slightly without letting go of Jason's meat so he could see us and he pulled his hand away from James' crotch and moved it behind my head. When his fingers reached my hair, he nudged my head forward until my lips were pressed against the head of James' cock. We had our answer and James gasped. I paused to give him a few moments to stop me if he wished. He didn't. His deep sigh and his hands moving to my shoulders told me he was okay with it.

    Shawn's hand disappeared from behind me and, as my own hands slid down James' body to the waistband of his shorts, James began wriggling his hips. I thought he was doing it to swirl his cockhead against my lips, but I soon realised that Shawn was now trying to tug the shorts down by pulling on the legs and James was wriggling his hips to make it easier. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and helped as well.

    James was leaking a lot of lube by then and his cock was jumping and pulsating against my lips. With his shorts finally pulled down and discarded with a kick of his foot, I swept my mouth over James' scorching cockhead and tucked my thumbs into the elastic of his briefs. As I rolled them down, my mouth followed them, sliding down the shaft. The head reached the entrance to my throat, but I didn't stop until his entire cock was engulfed inside me. I could feel it throbbing in my throat as James moved his hands from my shoulders to my head where he entwined in his fingers in my hair and held me fast.

    I barely had the chance to enjoy it, though. I like to think it was my talent and abilities, but I'm sure it was nothing more than the excitement of the moment. I'd managed to pull back to the head so I could give it a quick suckle before burying it in my throat again and repeat that movement twice before James unleashed his own orgasm. He sagged against me, holding tightly and almost ripping my hair out by the roots. I was sure he was going to collapse on top of me. I tried to steady him with my hands on his hips and looked up his body in time to see Jason grab him around the waist and pull him back to his feet. I'm sure he would have sagged right to the ground like a scarecrow without straw if Jason hadn't kept his arm there to hold him up.

    James' head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open and the most sexy and exciting sounds were coming out of it. They were enough to give me another hardon. I couldn't see if his eyes were closed, but I suspect they were. Meanwhile, his cock pumped a very sizable load of his juices into me which I eagerly and gratefully accepted. Other deeper grunts and moans from beside me told me that Jason was unloading his nuts into Shawn at the same time.

    Shawn had sampled Jason's cream many times, but this was my first taste of James' juices, and I wasn't disappointed. It was stronger and more heady than I was used to, but it wasn't any less enjoyable and tasty. For a cum connoisseur like me, it was like sampling a new wine and I savoured each and every minute drop of it, holding it on my tongue and gathering it in my cheeks before swallowing it to make room for the next course.

    When it was all finished, I stayed where I was, holding James' cock in my mouth until he released my head and I slowly let his spent cock slip from between my lips. I looked up. Jason was still holding our new friend upright. James was smiling.

    "So, what did you think?" I asked him later as we sat around the campfire enjoying a final beer before heading off to the tent for the night. Jason and I shared one chaise and James and Shawn shared another. We were all still naked and James seemed completely comfortable being so.

    "It was pretty good," James replied. "Please don't be offended, but I like it a lot better when Shawn does it."

    "Well, that's how it's supposed to be, isn't it?" I told him. "We're just an extra mouth when Shawn's isn't available. We're not replacements, James. We're just temporary substitutes."

    "And we're also officially your family, Jimmy," Jason said. "Once you share your jazz with us, you're in. From now on, our home is your home. You're welcome to be there with Shawn as much as you want."

    "Thank you," he replied.

    Later, with the fire safely extinguished and the darkness surrounding us, we retired to the tent where Jason fucked me big time. Beside us, within arm's reach, Shawn and James were lying side-by-side and mouth-to-crotch, locked in a sweet and noisy sixty-nine. I was jerking off with my right hand and playing with James' ass cheeks with my lift. James didn't seen bother by my hand and he wasn't very concerned about us hearing them. There were countless exclamations of pleasure and bliss. I certainly didn't mind hearing them, of course. Listening to the sounds of their sex was like an aphrodisiac and, when they came, it sent both me and Jason over the edge as well.

    It had been a long and busy day and we were all asleep shortly after that. Shawn and James were already awake when we woke up in the morning. They were both dressed in clean underwear but Jason and I stayed naked as usual. We took a piss in the grass nearby before going to the bend in the stream where the water gathered into something of a pool. That was our makeshift sink where we could wash ourselves. We would go home later that morning for a proper shower and come back again.

    We sat around in the water, relaxing and enjoying the coolness swirling around us until Shawn called us for breakfast. The scrambled eggs he served me had been topped with his special sauce. I smiled at him, winked, and said, "Why, Shawn. You sneaky little devil you."

    He just smiled and winked back at me. I scooped up a forkful of eggs and popped them into my mouth. I chewed once, paused, then chewed again. A smile fell across my face as I looked up at Shawn and James who were sitting nearby. "Why, James," I said. "You sneaky little devil you."

    Shawn screamed a victorious cry. "Ha!!" He punched his fists into the morning air and said to James, "I told you he'd be able to tell the difference! You owe me five bucks, man!!"

    James patted his underwear. "I don't seem to have any money," he said. "Will you take an IOU?"

    "No, but I'll take it out in trade."

    James lips split into a wide grin. "Now that's a bet I don't mind paying."

    "And it's a bet I'll be collecting," Shawn said. "Count on it."

    And then James kissed Shawn right on the lips and his adorable little ears didn't even turn red.

    * * * * *

    I was looking forward to being able to take a nice, hot shower. I didn't mind roughing it in the country, but I would much rather be roughing it with a full hot-water shower and bath. James and Shawn rode in the back seat of the car. I couldn't see what they were doing, but I suspect their hands were as busy as mine were. Not that Jason minded. He always liked it when I played pretend Pac Man when he drove us around and I couldn't imagine a better joystick to play it with.

    We were pulling into the apartment complex and heading for the underground parking garage when James said, "Isn't that your friend?"

    "Who?" I asked as I looked around.

    "Where?" Jason asked as he stepped on the brakes.

    "Over there," James said. "Under the tree near the fountain."

    We all looked the young man rising to his feet and walking toward us.

    "You're right," I said. "It is."

    To Be Continued

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    Woot! (I know...I'm a geek...) But I was very excited to see a double post from Neil. And boy was it hot.

    Hope everything is going well for you Neil. Keep up the great work here and on Watching Brad.

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    Oh Neil! Your writing talents are just beyond wonderful!

    Thanks for keeping us entertained!


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    This is'nt just porn, its a tale true to life and really portrays the intense relationship that can and does exist between guys, when they cease bullshitting each other, and allow themselves the utter luxury of loving sex. Thanks once again Neil: Your stories are so wonderfully moving in more ways than one. Perhaps the Latin, "Per Ardua Ad Astra", best describes your literary talents!

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    you have made my day Neil!!!!!! 2 hot chapters and more to cum i hope!

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    It's been so long since we creeped their apartment I had forgotten what huge jism producers they where. Thanks for reminding us Neil.

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    Wow! It's as if Neil is sucking the cum right out of me. Hee Hee!

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    Two GREAT chapters!!! You had me going too. Loved them both. Thank you Thank you!!!!

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    Great work as usual Neil. Very hot and well worth the wait. I look forward to more.

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    Wow!! Neil thank you, two great chapters ... what a bonus!! What a delight!! Is the 'friend' leading to a shower scene? Lol!
    Looking forward to more, as you can manage it.
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    Great story! Just started reading yesterday, and read all the chapters. Love it!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Ohiospeedo View Post
    Great story! Just started reading yesterday, and read all the chapters. Love it!
    I'm surprised you had the strength left to type!

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    Dear Neil. I already read al of your story from Watching Brad to Taking Care of Jason. You're such a great talented magnificent story writer. All of your story have a deep meaning in it. I can tell that you are a lovely person and in other side a naughty person too ^u^. lol. I really really love a person like you. Coz, it's look like you are a person that we can rely and care about us so much. You answered all of the comments patiently and never dissapoint your reader. Keep make a great story and show the world that being gay aren't wrong/nasty. Neil, how about if you make a novel/film like all of the story you've been made? I'm just joining JUB and this is my first comment. Keep up the Good Work!

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    ive cummed 3 times while reading these

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    ok i just realized something i have been in bed all day and havvent atten a thing your a very good writer lol KEEP THEM CUMMING

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    Neil... I hate to sound negative but, I have read the first few chapters and I liked the storyline. The the further I got I started to re-think that. I know everyone have their fetish but, what ever happened to a relationship where there is just two people in love? Yeah, I know I can just leave and not finish reading but, your storylines are really good until there is an orgy sort of speak going on. I just wanted to give my thoughts and if I offended anyone that have a lifestyle like the one that is portrayed in your story i'm sorry about that but theses are my feelings.

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    I stopped in to see if there was anymore chapters in here.

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    Quote Originally Posted by uhmcrackerjacks View Post
    Neil... I hate to sound negative but, I have read the first few chapters and I liked the storyline. The the further I got I started to re-think that. I know everyone have their fetish but, what ever happened to a relationship where there is just two people in love?
    Sorry you're not enjoying it, but this story is rather unique in that it's what the readers wanted. I let them decide which direction it would take, and the majority of fans wanted the orgy scenes.

    I have a number of other stories in this forum which you would probably enjoy more. You can find them linked in this thread: http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=107877

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    Maybe I was misunderstood. I like the storyline. I don't like the multiple sex partners.

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    ^ I didn't misunderstand you. The story originally began as a love story between Jason and Scott. When the opportunity arose for a possible threesome, I let the fans decide and that's the way they wanted the story to go.

    Except for a few dream sequences in one of my 'Stargate' stories, this is the only story with multiple partners. It's no big deal. This is one story out of several and it will probably continue with multiple partners. Admittedly, it's not everyone's 'cup of tea'.

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    That's not a problem. You are right, you let the fans decide and with me finding the story so late in the game, I really do not have the right to have you re-direct the plot now. I have started a different story that you wrote. Like I said your plot lines are good.... maybe I will find a different story that is more to my interests. BTW... I am not trying to upset anyone, I just put my 2 cents worth in.

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    Quote Originally Posted by uhmcrackerjacks View Post
    BTW... I am not trying to upset anyone, I just put my 2 cents worth in.
    As you are most welcome to do. You most certainly didn't upset me, though, just so you know. I know that my stories aren't for everyone, but I try to present enough variety so that the stories don't be come 'rewrites' of each other.

    I do hope you find something more to your liking, though.

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    So is there going to be anymore to this story?

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    just hoping the next chapter will be up for xmas...what a gift to give everyone :P

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    I shall do my best to oblige.

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    I enjoy this story so please, please keep going with your writing.
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    Neil, you promised
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    I just thought I would let you know that a new Super Duper, extra-strength, heavy-duty chapter will probably be posted later this week. As you know, most of my stories write themselves. I knew where this chapter was supposed to go, but that isn't where it went. . . yet. (Trust me, it will get there eventually. )

    As I was writing, the chapter became much more involved and started going in a direction I hadn't anticipated at all and it began to evolve into something I felt was necessary. The more I wrote, the more it evolved and the more I got into writing it. And the longer it became.

    It's already considerably longer than the average chapter I've been posting and could easily become twice as long as it already is but, if it reads as fast as it's writing itself, you probably won't notice anyway.

    It's probably not what you expect it to be, but I do hope you won't be disappointed, and, in the end, I hope it's worth the wait.

    As always, I'll make a post in my 'Stories and Updates' thread when I update the new chapter.

    Thank you for your patience and, as always, take care.
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    Thanks Neil. Look forward to a new chapter.
    Happy New Year!
    All the very Best dear guy
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    As I mentioned in my Stories and Update thread, this update took a direction I hadn't anticipated, but, as I got into it, I felt compelled to carry it through to completion and not to edit it for brevity. I think it's too important to cut it short.

    By today, I couldn't find an end to it and it was already over 3 times the length of an average chapter in this story. So, I chopped it into 3 separate (and somewhat convenient) chapters. Two of the chapters are posted in succession below. The third chapter will be posted tomorrow (Monday).

    Thanks for your patience, and, although these chapters aren't probably what you're expecting, I hope you find them as compelling to read as I found them compelling to write.

    Enjoy, and take care, always.
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    (From Chapter 37)

    We were pulling into the apartment complex and heading for the underground parking garage when James said, "Isn't that your friend?"

    "Who?" I asked as I looked around.

    "Where?" Jason asked as he stepped on the brakes.

    "Over there," James said. "Under the tree near the fountain."

    We all looked the young man rising to his feet and walking toward us.

    "You're right," I said. "It is."




    TAKING CARE OF JASON
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    The morning sun was behind Rob's back as he approached us. I couldn't see his face. It was all a silhouette. He had almost reached the car when the sun slipped behind a passing cloud and Rob's face suddenly became visible. It shocked me. I scrambled to unbuckle my seatbelt and slide over to the door, but Rob was already at the car and bent down with his arms and head inside the open window before I could get there. Up close he looked even worse.

    His hair looked as though he didn't even own a comb. His eyes were all bloodshot and loose, puffy, dark bags of skin hung beneath them. If I had to name what I saw in his eyes and face, I would have to say it was an odd mixture of fear and relief, but I couldn't tell which one there was more of. His breath smelt unbrushed and stale and I can't ever remember Rob wearing wrinkled clothing. His T-shirt looked like he'd run it through an egg beater before he put it on. For the first time since I'd met him, Rob didn't look clean.

    My hand reached out to him and I grabbed his forearm. "Holy shit, Rob!" I exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

    He ignored my question entirely. "Thank God you're home. Where have you been?"

    "Camping," I told him. "What happened? Are you okay?"

    Again Rob ignored me, looking past me instead until he was looking at Jason. "I need help, Jason," he said with a slight quiver in his voice. He jerked his head toward the complex which I now called ‘home'. "Can I come in and talk to you?"

    Jason's smile was kind and encouraging. "Sure you can, Robbie," he replied. "Hop in."

    Rob withdrew himself from the window and reached for the door handle. There was the loud click and the door fell ajar before Rob suddenly stopped and let go of the handle. "My stuff," he said. "I've got to get my stuff." He looked back toward the tree where he'd been sitting, waiting. I could see a large, Khaki-coloured duffel bag on the ground beside the tree. A full, green garbage bag with a white twist tie closing the top leaned against the other side of the duffle. A cardboard box which looked to be a bit bigger than a beer case sat on the ground in front and Rob's blue and grey backpack leaned against the box. Two or three plastic grocery bags sat on the ground beside it.

    "We'll get it, Rob," a voice said from behind me. Surprisingly, it wasn't Shawn's voice. It was James and he was already snapping open the seatbelt with one hand and opening the door with the other.

    Rattles and clicks beside him told me that Shawn was unbuckling his own belt. "Go ahead up to the apartment," Shawn said. "James and I will bring his things in through the front door."

    I pushed the door front open. "Come on, Rob. Get in." I tried to keep the worry out of my voice and to make it sound calm and reassuring. "Shawn and James will take good care your things."

    By that time, James was outside the car and Shawn was on his way out the door. "Thank you, James," Rob said quietly.

    "No probs," James replied and, with the sound of the back door being closed, he and Shawn hurried toward the tree to gather Rob's belongings.

    Rob remained silent in the car and spoke very little in the elevator as we rode it up to our apartment. There was plenty of room in the elevator, but Rob stood very close to me, pressing his arm against mine. I let him do it. There was an overpowering scent of deodourant coming from him. Rob was usually a lot more subtle in his use of BO juice.

    I asked him once again if he was okay and he responded with a nod and a few words this time. "I am now, Scott. I've never felt so alone in my life." It was clear that Rob had either left Tom or Tom had kicked him out. We wouldn't know which one until Rob decided to tell us. We would just have to wait.

    The first thing Rob did when we got inside the apartment was to excuse himself to the bathroom. Shawn and James arrived a minute or so later, toting Rob's belongings which they piled up in the hallway.

    "I don't know how he managed all this stuff by himself," Shawn commented as set about brewing a pot of coffee for us. Rob still hadn't returned by the time the coffee was ready and served so I went to get him but, as I approached the bathroom door, I could hear definite sounds of sobbing and sniffling.

    I lightly rapped the door with a single knuckle and asked as calmly as I could, "Rob? Are you okay?" There was only silence before I heard the faint rustle of paper as tissues were pulled from the box on the vanity, followed by the harsh sound of Rob blowing his nose. I reached for the doorknob and turned gently. The knob turned The door wasn't locked. "I'm coming in, Rob," I told him and, before he could react and jump up and lock the door on me, I pushed it open. Rob had lowered the solid lid of the toilet seat and was sitting on it, still completely clothed. He clutched a handful of tissues from the box on the vanity as he bent himself over, resting his forearms on top of each other on his knees and resting his forehead on his arms. I stepped inside the bathroom and pushed the door closed behind me. Rob didn't budge except to grip the tissues more tightly. I knelt on the tiled floor beside him and put my right arm around his back and shoulders and my left hand on the hand the held the tissues. I gave him a gentle, friendly hug before asking in a soothing whisper, "Are you okay?"

    This time, I got a slight nod out of Rob. It wasn't much, but it was enough to tell me that he was okay.

    "What happened?" But still Rob wouldn't respond. I continued on a different tack. "Okay, we'll talk about that later if you feel up to it, but please tell me this, Rob. Did he hurt you?"

    I was relieved to see Rob shake his head ever-so-slightly. "You swear it?" I asked.

    "He didn't hurt me, Scott," Rob replied, his voice strained with tears.

    I squeezed his shoulder and hand at the same time as I leaned forward to kiss his hair. Up close, it had the smell of the streets in it instead of the sweet scent of the shampoo I was so familiar with. There was also a lot more body smell under the deodourant than I was used to.

    "C'mon, Rob," I said. "You'll feel a whole lot better after a nice, hot shower."

    Rob yanked his hand away from mine and jerked his shoulder away from the hand on his shoulder and he spun his butt on the toilet seat and faced away from me. "Not until you leave," he said as he noisily wiped his nose with the tissues. He planted his elbows on his knees and bowed his head until his forehead rested on his upturned hands. "I don't want you to see me like this. I saw myself in the mirror and I look like shit."

    I put my hand back on his shoulder. "I know, Rob," I whispered. "I saw you outside, remember? Now, c'mon. You'll look and feel a whole lot better after a shower. Trust me."

    Rob didn't move or say anything for the longest time. Finally, he sniffled, and then he said very quietly, "He didn't really love me, did he, Scott?"

    "No, Rob," I replied. "I don't think he did."

    Rob sniffled again, sat up straight and wiped his nose again, then slowly turned toward me. My hand slid down his back and around his side until it came to rest on his thigh. He looked like shit, even more like shit than he did before, but he looked sad a whole lot more. I knelt there beside him, looking into his soggy, bloodshot eyes. "I really wanted him to be my ‘Jason'."

    I pulled him into my arms and hugged him hard. His cheek settled on my right shoulder and his own arms hugged me back. "You'll find your ‘Jason'," I assured him. "And when you do, you'll be as lucky and as happy as I am."

    We held each other for a long time. As long as Rob needed to hold me. Finally he pushed himself back and even managed a weakish and embarrassed smile as he looked at me. "Sorry for being such a wuss," he apologised.

    "Sorry for not having seen the truth earlier," I told him.

    "That's okay. He was pretty good at hiding it."

    "So were you," I said as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward me so I could give him a good, friendly smooch on his cheek. "Now. Ready for that shower?"

    Rob's smile was shy, but genuine. "Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone."

    "Sure. Do you have any clean clothes somewhere out there in that stuff Shawn and James brought in?"

    "Yeah," he replied as he looked down at the white tiles on the floor. "Um. . . In the. . . um. . . the. . . um. . . duffel. In my duffel bag."

    "Okay. I'll have Shawn bring it in. Want anything else? Something to eat?"

    He said "no", but I had seen the glint of betrayal in his eye. "I'm okay."

    I smiled back at him and pulled him in for another kiss, this time right on the lips. I stood up and went to the door, opening it and calling out for Shawn. He was standing in front of me only a moment later, as if he had been standing there, just outside the door and waiting in case he was needed.

    "Yes, Sir?" he said softly.

    "Could you bring me Rob's duffel bag and our coffees?" I asked. "And do you think you could rustle up some grub?" My head jerked slightly backward to indicate Rob.

    Shawn nodded that he understood. "Of course."

    He turned away, but I stopped him. "Oh, and could you tell Jason we'll be out after Rob's had a shower?"

    "Of course, Sir. Just call me if you need me."

    I left the door ajar and went back to Rob and began helping him undress. Shawn brought the duffel bag and coffee mugs a minute or so later, pushing open the door with his foot. He excused himself and set the bag inside the door and the coffee mugs on the vanity. A moment later, the door was closed all the way and Shawn was gone.

    I stood outside the shower door, talking to Rob as he showered and got himself clean. I did most of the talking, telling him about our camping adventure. As I had suspected, he looked a whole lot better when he came out of the shower and seemed in a much better mood. His eyes were still bloodshot and swollen, but at least he was smiling a freshly-brushed and minty mouth-washed smile. I greeted him with two fluffy-white towels. I tossed the smaller one over his head and he began drying his clean, silky, blond hair and I started drying the rest of him with the bigger towel.

    A few minutes later, dressed and refreshed and looking much more human, Rob and I walked back out to the livingroom to join the others. I had my arm around his shoulder and he had his arm around my waist. I took my place beside Jason on the sofa, resting my arm on his thigh with my elbow nudging the mound at his crotch the way it usually did when I sat beside him. Rob sat on my other side. He still sat very close. I think he needed the contact. An instant later, Shawn came in from the kitchen and set a plate of leftover lasagna and some garlic bread made from hamburger buns on the coffee table in front of Rob. He apologised for the fact that the garlic rolls weren't made from the proper bread.

    "I'm sure they're delicious," Rob said as he grabbed up one of the rolls, ripped it in half, and stuffed the torn-off piece into his mouth. He picked up the plate of lasagna and attacked it with his fork. From the glint in his eye a short time earlier back in the bathroom, I had suspected that Rob was hungry. I hadn't expected him to be so ravenous. Garfield the cartoon cat couldn't have sucked up that lasagna faster than Rob did.

    Shawn brought in fresh mugs of coffee for me and Rob and rejoined James on the other sofa. I glanced at Jason and he mouthed the word ‘hungry'. I nodded, then we sat back and waited for Rob to finish eating. It didn't take too long. Before long, he was sitting back against the sofa and rubbing his belly and complimenting the left-over pasta treat with a sizeable belch. He turned down Shawn's offer for a second helping as Shawn gathered up the plates and utensils and the bowl of hand-grated cheese. James followed him into the kitchen, leaving us to ourselves so Rob might feel more comfortable talking to us.

    "So," Jason began. "What's this about you needing help?"

    Rob shifted himself around until he was sitting diagonally with his left arm over the back of the sofa behind me. "Well, I guess you've figured out that I'm not with Tom anymore."

    "What happened, Rob?" I asked. "Did he take it out on you after Jason kicked him out of here?"

    Rob looked at me and shook his head. "That was just an act, Scott. I thought he was really mad, too, then he started bragging about. . . well, you know. . . what he did with Jason. I'm really sorry that happened, Jason."

    "No need for you to apologise, Robbie," Jason said. "You didn't do anything wrong."

    "Yes, I did. I lied to both of you." Rob's voice was suddenly sad again. "Tom never had any intention of letting you fuck him, you know."

    "But he said. . ." Jason began. I could feel the muscles in his thigh tensing up.

    Rob held up his hand to quiet him. "He said a lot of things, but they were all lies. You were a challenge to him, Jason. That's all. He loves fucking, and fucking you was like winning the lottery. He's used to fucking guys like me. Anyways, he fucked you and now he has bragging rights, but you fucking him back was never part of his plan."

    "What if I'd wanted to fuck him like he said I could?"

    Rob looked directly at Jason and replied, "He knew you'd never do anything to him that he didn't want you to do. I would have let you fuck me instead."

    "You?" I said. There was no hiding the shock and surprise in my voice. "But Jason scares the hell out of you, Rob! You're terrified that he would rip you apart!"

    "And I still am," Rob admitted as he looked past me toward Jason. "You still scare the hell out of me, Jason, but I loved Tom more than I was afraid of you. I would have let you do it because Tom told. . . er. . . asked me to. All I wanted to do was to make Tom happy. And now I really am fucked and I need help. If you let me stay here for awhile, you can do anything you want to me. Anything. And I'll do anything you want me to do, no matter what."

    "So," Jason said calmly, "if I wanted to fuck your ass as hard as Tom Boy fucked mine, you'd let me?"

    "As hard as you want, as long as you want, as often as you want."

    "And I could fuck your face just as hard if I wanted to?"

    Rob gulped and glanced down at Jason's crotch which was mostly hidden by my arm, but he said, "If that's what you want. Look, Jason, I'm not going to lie. I'm scared. But I don't have any money and I don't have anywhere to go. I can't pay you any rent or anything, but I can make you feel real good. Just ask Scott. As long as you let me stay here, I'll do anything you want. You won't regret it. It wouldn't be for very long. At least not until Mom gets back and I can talk her into letting me move back home. Maybe a week or two. No more than a month. Three months tops. She's still kinda pissed off at me running off with Tom. She never really liked him very much. She said she didn't trust him." He paused and looked at his coffee mug on the table. "I guess should have listened to her."

    Jason settled down into the sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table and crossing his ankles. He crossed his arms over his massive chest and stared straight ahead at the blank screen of the television set. "Did he kick you out or did you leave on your own?"

    "A bit of both, I suppose. It's a long story."

    "We have lots of time."

    "Okay. Anyways, like I said before, I really thought Tom was really pissed when we left on Saturday night, but as soon as we got in the elevator. . . ."

    To Be Continued

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    Re: Taking Care of Jason

    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 39

    "Your friends are idiots," Tom said as he did a little victory dance in the elevator as it descended to the lobby. "They fell for it hook, line, and sinker!" He thrust his right arm into the air in a victory salute.

    "Please don't call them that, Tom," Rob said timidly. Unlike Tom, Rob was rather upset at the way the day had turned out. "They're my best friends. They've always been kind to me." He knew he'd made a mistake the moment he'd said it.

    "Are you contradicting me? I'm your best friend, Robert. I'm the one who takes care of you. Not them. Besides, I gave you a fuckin' blowjob, didn't I? Even if it was just for show. You should be grateful."

    "I am." Rob's voice was barely audible. He didn't like it when Tom used his full name.

    If Tom heard what Rob had said, he ignored it entirely. "Just don't expect another one any time soon. That one was just a special treat for lining up my date with Jason. Sometimes you have to pay big for what you really want. Man, old Tully's gonna die when I tell him who I fucked tonight. Can you believe it?" Tom cupped his right hand over his crotch and squeezed. His cock was stiffening in celebration of its conquest. "This cock was shoved up Jason's ass! This cock! Fucking the hell out of hard-assed Jason! Never thought I'd ever have a change at a guy like him. Best fuck I've ever had. Hot and tight and he loved every single inch I gave him. Did you hear him squealing? Man. He couldn't get enough of me! I could have fucked that ass all weekend long. It's going to be like going from a Porsche to a Yugo when I go back to fucking you."

    "Sorry," Rob muttered apologetically.

    "Yeah, well, sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. And I sure won tonight. I fucked Jason!"

    Rob clenched his eyes shut, hoping Tom didn't see the flash of disappointment in his face.

    The next morning, Sunday, as Rob was serving breakfast, Tom took a big gulp of coffee, smacked the mug on the table and sloshed coffee onto it. Both he and Rob wore only a matching pair of plaid boxer shorts. "I don't want you going back there again," Tom said suddenly.

    "Back where?" Rob asked as he reached for a cloth to wipe up the spilt coffee.

    "Jason's place. Don't go back there again."

    "Why not?"

    "Because that freaky-eyed Scott sucks you off too much and I don't want you getting used to it. He's as big an idiot as Jason is. I mean, that guy would blow anything with a cock."

    "He didn't blow you," Rob thought silently and then chastised himself for having such thoughts. Tom took really good care of him and Rob loved him so much.

    "Just stay away from there from now on, you hear? Better yet, stay away from him at school, too."

    "But Scott is my best friend," Rob complained as Tom took another gulp of coffee and again he knew he'd made a big mistake as soon as he said it. One of these days, he'd learn to keep his mouth shut.

    "I'm the only friend you need, Robert!" Tom shouted as he rose to his feet, slamming the mug down with such force that it shattered and coffee went flying everywhere, including the breakfast plates.

    Rob jumped back and raised his arms protectively against the flying ceramic shards. Tom rounded the table and grabbed Rob's right wrist in his left fist and jerked Rob closer. His right hand flew up to Rob's neck and locked itself around it. His eyes burned with anger and fury as he practically lifted Rob off the floor. Their noses were mere millimetres away from each other and Rob had to stretch up on his tiptoes just to maintain contact with the floor.

    "You just keep your fuckin' mouth shut and do as you're told!" Tom sneered in voice not quiet loud enough for the neighbours to hear. There was fire in his eyes. Tears began to gather in Rob's. "You're nothing without me, Robert, and you know it! Nothing!! Now get this fuckin' mess cleaned up and make me another breakfast. And don't bother making anything for yourself. Maybe a little hunger will remind you that I'm the boss here. Your job is to do what I tell you to do and not to see who I don't want you to see. Now, get your sorry ass busy and make my breakfast and bring it to the bedroom."

    With a shove of his arm, Tom pushed Rob back and away from him. Rob stumbled backwards, bumping into the refrigerator. Glass jars and bottles inside the refrigerator clinked and bumped into each other but, fortunately, there was no sound of shattering glass. Tom abruptly turned and left the kitchen.

    Rob leaned against the refrigerator for a few moments, rubbing his neck where Tom's hand had been only moments earlier. He knew there wouldn't be any visible marks within an hour or so. There were never any marks - at least not where anyone would be able to see. Tom was always very careful about that. No-one knew. Nobody suspected.

    But Rob loved Tom so much. He was used to Tom's temper, his occasional outbursts. All couples went through some rough times. That's what couples do. He knew Tom would never really hurt him. He wouldn't. He knew Tom loved him too much to truly hurt him. He undoubtedly deserved the little punishments he received when he failed in his duties. He would just have to be a little more diligent in the future, and he would have to remember to work a little bit harder to keep Tom happy in bed. A little reciprocation once in awhile would be nice - like the blowjob Tom had given him at Scott's place the day before. That had been a pleasant and unexpected surprise. But Rob didn't really mind. Not really. When Tom did give him a blowjob, it was wonderful and well worth waiting for. Tom wasn't very good at it. Not like Scott. Rob knew Tom didn't really like giving blowjobs. But it felt good. Besides, Tom took good care of him and provided for him in many other ways. Rob didn't mind doing a little extra for the man he loved - the man who took care of him. He was a little concerned about Tom telling him that he couldn't see Scott anymore, but he doubted that it would last long. He would simply work extra hard to make Tom extra happy the rest of the day and all would be forgotten by suppertime and he and Scott would go on being best of friends and everyone would be happy.

    Rob was almost cheerful again as he scrambled about cleaning up the mess he'd caused and then set about making Tom's favourite breakfast: Two eggs over easy, lightly salted and sprinkled with freshly ground pepper from three twists of the pepper mill, four slices of not-quite-crisp bacon, two slices of lightly-browned toast spread with butter and three-fruit marmalade, and Columbian coffee with a dash of real cream and two level spoons of sugar. When it was prepared, he arranged the food neatly on an oven-warmed plate and set everything on a bed tray. He carried it into the bedroom, setting it over the outstretched legs of the man he loved. Sunday morning cartoons were playing on the television which sat atop a long dresser at the foot of the bed.

    As Rob turned to go back to the kitchen, Tom said, "Wait here until I'm finished eating. And put on some shorts or something. I don't want to see you in your underwear while I'm eating. You keep moving and flashing your dick at me."

    Rob knew Tom didn't really mean it. He was just teaching him a lesson he should have learnt a long time ago. Without a word, he went to the dresser beneath the television, opened one of the top drawers, and pulled out a pair of tight cut-off shorts.

    "Not those," Tom said. "Something looser. I don't want to see any trace of that thing I sucked last night. I still can't get the taste out of my mouth."

    Rob returned the shorts to the dresser and pulled out a baggy pair of black and grey shorts which extended to his knees. He held them up for Tom's approval and got it. He pulled them on and returned to his spot beside the bed and waited silently for Tom to finish eating. When at last the plate was scraped clean and the mug was drained, Rob reached for the tray.

    "Leave the tray. Bring me another coffee then do the dishes. When you're done those, you can sit in your chair and think about everything you've done wrong."

    Rob did as instructed and, when he was finished, pulled his chair away from the table, set it in the corner beside the refrigerator opposite the kitchen doorway, turned, and sat down with his hands trapped palms-down beneath his thighs. Tom liked Rob to sit on his hands. That way, Rob couldn't pass the time giving himself any unnecessary pleasure.

    With nothing else to do, Rob sat and watched the minutes change on the microwave clock. He'd created his own game by counting seconds in his mind to see how closely he could come to guessing a real minute. He'd got pretty good at it over the past few months. The clock change sixty-seven times before Tom came back into the kitchen. It was just before noon. Tom's hard cock led the way, sticking out through the slot in his boxer shorts. Rob knew the routine well. As Tom approached, straddling Rob's thighs, Rob simply opened his mouth and let Tom shove his cock inside. Tom's fingers entangled themselves in Rob's golden hair and guided Rob's mouth to his pleasure. Rob, as usual, continued to sit on his hands and let it happen.

    Tom fucked Rob's mouth as he had fucked Jason's ass the day before, slamming his crotch into Rob's face with no concern over Rob's discomfort. His only intention was to empty his balls of their load, and that moment came very quickly that morning. "Don't swallow it," Tom grunted as his orgasm approached. "Keep it in your mouth this time."

    Moments later, Tom's cock began to unload and Rob did his best to capture it in his mouth and to prevent it from sliding down his throat. It was a challenge, but he succeeded for the most part. When Tom's orgasm finally abated and his cock began to shrink, he pulled it out and wiped both his semen and Rob's saliva over Rob's face. He grabbed a handful of Rob's soft, silken hair to give his cock a final wipe clean with. Before he left the room again, he bent at the waist until he was face-to-face and eye-to-eye with Rob. He pressed his thumb against Rob's chin and pulled down. Rob obediently opened his mouth, displaying the creamy white semen collected there. Tom smiled victoriously then closed Rob's mouth and lightly patted his cheek with his fingertips. "Now, keep it there until I tell you to swallow it. Maybe then it will get through that thick skull of yours who the king of this castle is. Remember. I was the one who fucked your good buddy, Jason. I was the one who made him bow down and take my cock up his ass like the cock-loving fag whore he is. I was the one who had Jason bragging to Scott about how big my cock is and how good it felt in his asshole. I was the one who turned him on so much that he couldn't even wait to stick his cock up Scott's ass. It was me, Robert! Me! And don't you ever forget it."

    With that, Tom turned around and walked back toward the bedroom.

    It was almost an hour and a half later before Tom returned to the kitchen. He stood in front of Rob and said, "Open." Rob opened his mouth and Tom bent down for a closer look. "Wider." Rob obliged. "Not much left, but I suppose you did your best. You can swallow it now." Tom stood up straight again, reached into the slot in his boxers, and pulled out his stiffening cock. "Make room for the next load," he sneered.

    Rob swallowed and asked hopefully. "May I go to the bathroom first?"

    "You can go later. Right now, you're going to suck my cock again like you were born to do."

    Rob obediently sat in his chair and gave Tom the blowjob he desired. He used his tongue and lips and throat and cheeks and teeth in all the ways which he knew would please Tom the most. "Swallow it this time," Tom groaned only moments before his throbbing cock began to spew its fluids into Rob's mouth for the second time that day and Rob drank it all. This time, there was wasn't much left for Tom to wipe on Rob's face except for a little bit of leftover spit.

    There was little ceremony following Tom's orgasm. He promptly tucked himself away into his boxers once again, turned away from Rob without a word, and began to walk to the open doorway and back to what he was doing earlier.

    "Tom?" Rob said meekly.

    Tom stopped in his tracks. His shoulders slumped and his head tilted back in annoyed exasperation. "What the fuck do you want now!?"

    "May I please go to the bathroom? I really have to pee."

    Tom's head tilted forward until his chin rested on his upper chest. He sucked in a huge, frustrated breath and was silent for a time before responding. Without looking around, he said, "Do you have to piss so bad that it's starting to dribble?"

    There was an anxious and deafening pause. Rob's response was barely above a whisper. "No."

    "Then shut the fuck up and don't call me again until it does!"

    That time came less than forty-five minutes later. Rob's body quivered as he sat on the wooden chair, his hands still tucked beneath his legs. Now, though, his fingers were curled into fists and his nails dug themselves into his palms in an effort to divert his mind away from the pressure he was feeling. Unfortunately, the more he tried not to think about his need to take a leak, the more he actually did. His eyes were clenched shut and his lips were pressed tightly together. They quivered with effort and concentration. His nostrils pulsated with the short, frantic breaths he was taking. His thighs were squeezed tightly together, squeezing the head of his cock which was trapped between them in an attempt to stem the building pressure in his bladder.

    "Tom?" he called out weakly. His moist eyes were now cracked open and staring intensely at the foggy, tear-distorted kitchen doorway. His voice was strained, weak, and tense. He was terrified to speak too loudly for fear that it would cause his straining bladder to release its contents. When there was no response from Tom, no sight, no sound of approaching footsteps, he desperately called out the name again with much more force and volume, still struggling to hold back the rising tide growing inside him.

    He watched in anxious relief as Tom appeared in the doorway a short time later. He watched impatiently as Tom leisurely crossed his arms over his bare chest and hooked one shin over the other over the other as he leaned his right shoulder against the door jamb. Rob thought he could see a wicked, evil, sneering grin on Tom's face. "Little Baby got to go wee wee now?" Tom chided. "Is Baby about to pee his pants?"

    "Tom, please," Rob begged weakly, tears still building in his eyes and beads of sweat beginning to drip down his forehead and cheeks and nose.

    Tom's grin disappeared. "Stop your snivelling, Robert. It's unbecoming, even for a little baby." He uncrossed his arms and legs and stood straight as he began a slow, torturous walk toward Rob. "You have to learn how important it is not to question my decisions, Robert. My authority. I don't like it when you do that. When I make a decision or tell you to do something, I expect you to accept it and do it without question or complaint. I don't expect you to tell me you don't like it or don't want to do it. That's the way love works, Robert. You love me and that's the price you have to pay. That's what it love is all about."

    Tom stopped in front of Rob, towering above him for a moment or two until he bent over at the waist and planted his hands firmly on Rob's thighs. Rob bore the extra weight but gritted his teeth and clamped his lips tight as Tom's face moved forward, closer and closer, until Rob could see nothing other than Tom's eyes.

    "Nobody cares for you the way I do, Robert. Nobody." His voice was frighteningly calm. "You're too much of a wimp for Jason to even bother with you. He needs a real man like me to make him happy. Not some peanut-dick like you who couldn't fuck his way out of a wet paper bag. And the only reason Scott pays any attention to you is because of the way you drool over him all the time. I'm not surprised, though. It can't be easy for him the way Jason has him wrapped around his little finger like that. I don't know why Scott puts up with it. I certainly wouldn't. But most of all, Robert, not even your own mother cares about you as much as I do. If she did, she never would have said what she did when you moved in with me. No, Robert, I'm all you've got, and I'm the one with all the power. I'm the one who takes such good care of you. I'm the only one you need. That's why you love me so much, and don't you ever forget it."

    Rob's lips barely moved as he spoke. "Tom, please. I can't. . ."

    "I'm not stopping you, Robert. You can't hold it any longer? You can piss any time you want." Yet, Tom's weight continued to press down on Rob's quivering legs.

    Rob's voice squeaked. He was swiftly losing his battle. "Not here, Tom. Please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want."

    "Oh, I know you will, Robert. You always do. But, you see? Your choices are down to zero now, Robert. Which one is stronger - me or your bladder?"

    "Please, Tom." But even as he spoke the words, Rob could feel warm fluid flowing into his penis and racing toward the tip and he knew the battle was lost. And that's when he hung his head low, closed his eyes, and began to cry. His body began to heave in helpless, defeated sobs as the floodgates of his bladder burst open. An acrid smell reached his nostrils as his urine gushed out of his cock. He could feel it flowing over his balls and his thighs and down into the valley between his butt cheeks, soaking into the material of the shorts he wore.

    Tom stood up, looking down at Rob and smiling to himself as he watched the dark, liquid circle growing at Rob's crotch, expanding outward from the source like ripples from a pebble tossed into a pond.

    Rob slumped in resignation and defeat. He had lost. All he could do was to sit there in his piss and humiliation and let it happen to completion.

    "You are so pathetic," Tom announced in a disgusted voice when it was clear that Rob was finished. "I don't know how you managed to get so far in life without me." He made pitiful clicks of his tongue. "Now, tell me how much you love me."

    Rob's head continued to hang down. His words were almost muffled. "I love you, Tom."

    "I can't hear you."

    "I love you, Tom," Rob repeated.

    "How much?"

    "With all my heart."

    There was a long, triumphant pause. "Yes," Tom said quietly. Rob couldn't see it, but he knew there was a smile on Tom's face as he spoke the words. "I know you do, Robert. Now, look at me." Rob slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. "I want you to sit there in your piss and filth and think about what your life would be like if you didn't have me to take care of you. I'm going to get a shower and wash your stink off me and then I'm going out for a few hours. When I'm gone, I want you to get yourself and that mess cleaned up. I'll be back at five o'clock sharp for supper and I expect it to be on the table when I walk through the door. And I want clean clothes for work tonight laid out on the bed. No phone calls while I'm gone and don't answer it if it rings. Let the answering machine handle it. Got all that?"

    Rob nodded. "Yes."

    Tom smiled then, a friendly, satisfied smile. He reached out his hand and patted Rob several times on the top of his head much as a master pats the head of his pet dog. "There's a good boy." He leaned even closer and turned his head to one side. Rob knew what to do. He stretched himself up to kiss Tom on the cheek before Tom turned on his heels and left Rob alone.

    Rob cried again, and he was still crying when Tom left the apartment with a slam of the door. Rob knew he was alone and that he should get busy, but he had been thinking and he still had some thinking to do. The thoughts and memories had come unbidden. They were right there at the forefront of his mind where they had been lingering for a very long time. As much as he had tried to ignore them, they had taunted him. He chose not to ignore them this time and now they screamed in his mind and blocked out everything else.

    "Please, Jason, let him go. Don't hurt him. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just let him go. Please, Jason. Don't hurt him."

    = = = = =

    "Your friends are idiots! They fell for it hook, line, and sinker!"

    = = = = =

    "Hi, I'm Rob."
    "Scott."
    "Jason said you'd give me a blowjob if I wanted one."
    "Would you like one?"
    "I've never had one before."
    "Then I would like to give you your first one."

    = = = = =

    "This cock! Fucking the hell out of hard-assed Jason! Best fuck I've ever had. It's going to be like going from a Porsche to a Yugo when I go back to fucking you."
    "Sorry."
    "Yeah, well, sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose."

    = = = = =

    "Forget Will. Stick with Scott. He doesn't stink."
    "Yeah, well, 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?"
    "I had to tell him my grandparents were coming for a visit just to get away today."
    "Walk away. He won't bother you anymore."
    "Believe him, Rob. If you want to get away from him, he won't touch you."
    "Thank you. Why are you doing all this for me?"
    "I take care of my friends."

    = = = = =

    "Nobody cares for you the way I do, Robert. Nobody. You're too much of a wimp for Jason to even bother with you. And the only reason Scott pays any attention to you is because of the way you drool over him all the time. But most of all, Robert, not even your own mother cares about you as much as I do. No, Robert, I'm all you've got, and I'm the one with all the power. I'm the one who takes such good care of you. I'm the only one you need. That's why you love me so much, and don't you ever forget it."

    = = = = =

    "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. Ever since you asked me if I would give you a blowjob that day in the parking lot."
    "Thanks for that, by the way. I thought Jason was going to kill me. I guess I owe you one."
    "You don't owe me anything, Rob."

    = = = = =

    "I don't want to see any trace of that thing I sucked last night. I still can't get the taste out of my mouth."

    = = = = =

    "Christ, man. Don't you ever do anything for Robby?"
    "Sure. I fuck him whenever he wants and, when he gets too horny, I jerk him off."
    "Don't you ever blow him? Or let him fuck you?"
    "First of all, no-one fucks my ass, Dude. And second, I don't really like sucking cock. I only do it when I really have to. Like when Rob tells me I can't fuck him if I don't."
    "I can't believe I let you fuck me! I thought you were gay!"
    "I am. But I'm not a fag like my favourite little cocksucker, here. Come on, Rob, get your mouth busy again. Daddy needs to wash your tonsils again."
    "That's it! Get your sorry ass out of my house!"
    "Jason, please don't."
    "He's using you, Robby. Don't you see that? You deserve better than this asshole!"
    "But he loves me."
    "How do you know? Has he ever told you?"
    "Well, no, but he lets me live at his place and he takes care of me."

    = = = = =

    "When I make a decision or tell you to do something, I expect you to accept it and do it without question or complaint. I don't expect you to tell me you don't like it or don't want to do it. That's the way love works, Robert. You love me and that's the price you have to pay. That's what it love is all about."

    = = = = =

    "You don't deserve this, Rob. He's using you."
    "I have nowhere else to go."
    "You can stay here until you find another place."
    "Make up your mind fast. I'm outa here."
    "I'd better go."
    "We're here if you need us."

    = = = = =

    "Not here, Tom. Please. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want."
    "Oh, I know you will, Robert. You always do. But, you see? Your choices are down to zero now, Robert. Which one is stronger - me or your bladder?"

    = = = = =

    "I saw Jason's face, Scott. There was a lot more there than friendly protection. There was a lot more than a deal between the two of you. He's your lover, isn't he? You don't have to say anything. I know. You and Jason are lovers. Don't worry. I won't say anything. But, I need to know something, Scott. Does he treat you the way he did when I was there?"
    "No."
    "It was all a show."
    "Yes. Sorry."

    = = = = =

    "You are so pathetic."
    "I love you, Tom."
    "I take care of my friends."
    "You are so pathetic."
    "You don't deserve this, Rob. He's using you."
    "With all my. . ."
    "We're here if you need us."
    "You are so pathetic."
    "He didn't really love me, did he, Scott?"
    "You are so pathetic."
    "No, Rob. I don't think he did."
    "You are so pathetic."


    Nobody heard Rob's pained cry of anguish - not even Mrs. Burnett (who lived two doors down the hall) as she passed Rob's closed and locked apartment door, struggling with her yappy little black Pomeranian named Pompom, which, at eleven years of age, still didn't know the meaning of the word ‘heel'.

    To Be Continued

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    Holy cow, Neil!

    I am emotionally drained after reading this...

    It's some of your most powerful work, yet...

    I can't wait to see what happens next...


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    Damn Neil...it's been a long while since I read Taking care of Jason...so glad to see you're writing it again. A most enjoyable catch up for me!

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    Before I get into the next chapter, I'd like to explain about Tom. I never liked him from the moment I created him. I couldn't figure him out and I had no idea what to do with him. Usually my characters and their stories act themselves out in my head, but Tom left me with nothing.

    As I wrote his little visit at Jason's place, I found it to be some of the most difficult and unfulfilliing writing I've ever had to do. I didn't want him in my story anymore but I didn't know how to get rid of him. I didn't even know what was going to happen after he told Jason that nobody fucks him. I wrote that just to get rid of him so I could concentrate of Shawn and James.

    I didn't want to get rid of Rob, though. I liked Rob. But I didn't want to kill off Tom, either. That would have been easy, I suppose. And then I wrote about Rob waiting for them on their front lawn. I was just going to have Rob leave him and he'd be all happy and upbeat. But then, as I started writing and Rob began behaving and talking so strangely and giving hints about abuse, I knew I had it. I went back and rewrote the beginning and changed his appearance and his mood and everything else fell into place. Before I knew it, I had written almost 4 full chapters in one.

    I almost nixed the whole idea. I didn't think anyone would sit and read it after everything that had come before, but I've received so many PMs from people who identified with portions of my stories and I was able to help them deal with so many things I could never have imagined.

    Abuse in a relationship isn't always physical. It can be mental, too. It's all about control and helplessness. I decided to take the change and go with these chapters on the chance that someone out there might read them and benefit by them.

    Enjoy and, as always, take care.
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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 40

    "I feel sick," Shawn announced. He had rejoined us quite some time ago when he came in to refill our coffee cups and became engrossed in Rob's tale and now sat on the other sofa with James. "Why didn't you leave a long time ago, Rob?"

    Rob just hung his head and remained silent. Jason answered for him. "It's not always that easy, Shawn. Some people caught up in abusive relationships stick it out for years before they can't take it anymore and walk out. Some are more afraid of leaving the relationship and being on their own than staying in it. Sort of ‘the devil you know'. They feel safer with what they're used to. Some are simply too ashamed to leave. Then there are those who leave in a pine box. Rob was lucky. He saw what was really happening and got out before it was too late. Before Tom had more of a grip on him."

    "Okay," James said, "but I've been working beside Tom all these months and I had no idea he was like that. I can't even imagine him doing something like that. He was always such a nice guy. How could we not know?"

    "They're very good at keeping it hidden."

    James continued. "But surely he would have slipped up sometimes. Or even Rob. There would have been some clues."

    Jason's response was blunt, but powerful. "Look at Jeffrey Dahmer and John Gacy. They left lots of clues and nobody picked up on ‘em until it was too late. By the time somebody put all the pieces together, dozens of young men were dead. People like Tom are manipulators, James. They're magicians. They let people see only what they want them to see, and they usually have such a hold on their victims that they have little choice but to play along. Come to think of it," Jason said as he looked directly at Rob, "I bet that blowjob he gave you here the other night was more for our benefit than yours, right?"

    Rob looked down at his lap and didn't answer.

    "That's what I thought," Jason added.

    I moved my hand to Rob's leg and gently rubbed it. "Don't be ashamed, Rob. Tom conned us all."

    "Except Mom," Rob muttered quietly. "She was the only one who saw through him. She didn't care that I was into guys. She sorta knew that years ago. But she didn't like it when I moved in with Tom. She called him ‘Eddie Haskell', whoever that is."

    I left my hand where it was. A few moments passed in silence, then Shawn asked, "What made you finally decide to leave, Rob?"

    Rob wiped his nose on the bundle of tissues he still held in his fist, took a deep breath, and continued his story. "Tom went for his shower and I was left sitting there in the kitchen, thinking about what had happened and feeling sorry for myself. My thoughts kept coming back to you two." He looked up at me and Jason. "I kept remembering how Jason used to treat you in the beginning, and when Tom started treating me the same way after I moved in with him, I thought that was the way it was supposed to happen. I guess I was just stupid to think that way. Anyways, it was just little things in the beginning - Tom telling me the way he liked things being done and complaining when I didn't do it right, or if I forgot - stuff like that. I thought it was a matter of trying to get used to living with each other. But, the more I did for Tom, the more he expected me to do and the more he started punishing me if I screwed up. And he started doing less for me. I mean, I knew he didn't really like giving blowjobs and I knew anal sex with him was out of the question, but I didn't really mind. I liked giving him blowjobs and I liked getting screwed. I used to jerk off at those times. Then he put a stop to that, too. He said it was too distracting and it took my attention away from him. I was allowed to jerk off alone once a week. Tom said it made me suck harder when I was horny. Stupid me, I did it because I loved him and wanted to make him happy.

    "But then I saw the way Jason changed when you were in the hospital, Scott. You know, after Will attacked you and you told me the truth about you and Jason. I saw how Jason did as much for you as you did for him because he really loved you. He sucked you and he let you screw him and everything. That was the way I had always imagined it. So I told Tom about it one night and I asked him when our relationship was going to change, too. That's when the lessons and punishments really became more serious. That the first time he kept me tied up to a kitchen chair. I was tied there for three whole days. He only untied me three times a day so I could make his breakfast and cook his lunch, and dinner. After we'd eaten and I'd done the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, he let me use the bathroom. And then he would tie me up again."

    "But he untied you so you could go to bed, right?" a stunned James asked.

    A solemn Rob slowly shook his head back and forth.

    "Fuck me," James gasped. He spoke for all of us.

    "That was the time Tom phoned you and told you I had the flu, Scott. It kinda scared me and I didn't think it was normal, but I really loved Tom. I was sure things would change and we would become more like you. But there were a lot more lessons and punishments after that and I started to think that maybe Tom was enjoying them too much. It was like he was finding excuses to do it. That night he made me. . . you know, pee my pants, was the worst. That really scared me. It wasn't punishment anymore. All of a sudden, Tom even had control over when and where I went to the bathroom. Even a pet cat goes to the bathroom when he wants to and not when he's told he can. Anyways, it was supposed to teach me that Tom was taking care of me, but all I could think about was you guys and how you've always been kind to me. Especially you, Scott."

    Rob put his hand over mine and held it there as if he was afraid I'd take it away from his leg. "You've been taking care of me from the day I met you in that field. I mean, I was getting ready to practically rape you just so I could get my first blowjob, and yet you were still nice to me after that when you should have been hating my guts. Like that time in the parking lot when Jason had hold of me and I thought he was going to kill me? You begged him to let me go. You actually put yourself in danger for me just so he wouldn't hurt me. And then you gave me my first blowjob after that and you really looked like you enjoyed doing it. Like you really wanted to do it for me. You've been taking care of me and protecting me all this time, Scott, and you've never asked for anything in return. There I was, trying so hard to convince you how much Tom loved me and all that time you were the one who really did. And I couldn't even see it. If it wasn't for you. . ."

    He squeezed my hand so tight that I could feel his fingernails biting into my palm. I didn't stop him.

    "So, Rob," Jason said breaking the silence, "that was two days ago. What happened between Sunday night and you turning up in our front yard today with your undies in a garbage bag?"

    "Well," Rob continued stoically, "after I had that revelation about you guys, I knew I was going to have to do some serious thinking about what it meant. I mean, I could see what you two guys were willing to do for each other. Even Shawn. You'd have to be blind not to see how much he loves you and what he would do for you. And Jason. You risked everything for Scott. School. Your reputation. Maybe even your inheritance. You even went to jail for him. Hell, I think you even would give up this place and all your money and live in a cardboard box in some alleyway on the streets if it meant you could still be with Scott."

    "You'd be right," Jason said beside me.

    "Anyways, I sat there thinking about what love meant for you and I didn't see any of that with Tom and me. Don't get me wrong. I liked doing everything I did for him. I really liked making him feel good. I got off on it. But it was the way he treated me when we weren't having sex. I wanted him to treat me like you treat Scott. I wanted Tom to hold me and cuddle me and make me feel wanted. I wanted to feel loved. I know it's hard for some people to tell somebody else they love them, but at least they usually show it in other ways by doing things for them. Holding someone down and making them piss their pants didn't seem to be one of them.

    "Anyways, I finally decided to risk it and ask Tom if he loved me. I had to know for sure. But I'd sort of lost track of time and saw that Tom would be home in about an hour and I had a lot to do before he got there. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen first, then grabbed a quick, hot shower. I didn't feel really clean, but I didn't feel quite so dirty anymore. There wasn't any time to worry about that. I had to really hurry to get Tom's supper cooked and on the table. I was just starting to serve it up for him when he came back home and he made me stand there and watch him eat again because it wasn't on the table like he'd said it was supposed to be. I don't think I could have eaten anything that night anyways even if he'd said I could. My stomach was doing flip flops all over the place.

    "I stood there and kept my mouth shut waiting for the right time to ask him and trying to keep myself from puking all over me and the floor. I already knew I'd be in trouble for asking him and there would probably be more punishment later, but I didn't care. I didn't think I could go on anymore not knowing. Anyways, the question just sort of popped out when I was setting his apple pie and ice cream on the table in front of him. Tom didn't get mad like I thought he would. He just laughed at me and said, ‘Are you kidding me?" and he called me an idiot like you guys. He said, ‘I let you live here for free and sleep in my bed and eat my food and have more sex than you could ever want and you have to ask me that stupid question?' I told him I needed to hear him say it and then he got mad and accused me of calling him a liar because he had already just said it. Then he told me I needed to cool down a bit and he undid my pants and stuck his fingertips in my underwear and pulled the waistband out and dumped his pie and ice cream right in them. Then he did my pants back up and mashed his hand on my crotch until all the pie and ice cream was mushed up really good and then he made me get him more. I had to stand in my spot again until he was finished. He told to leave the pie in my underwear until he got home and then I could eat it for dessert.

    "Then, when I was cleaning up his dishes when he was finished eating his pie, Tom told me he wanted me to quit school. I actually dropped the plate and it smashed all over the floor. I asked him why and he said was I questioning his decision again and I said ‘no'. I just wanted to know why. He said he didn't need a reason to make a decision. All he had to do was make it and I had to abide by it. I told him college was important to me and I didn't want to quit and he told me he didn't care what I wanted. He didn't want to take the chance of me running into you, Scott.

    "Anyways, I think I sighed because I sort of knew that he didn't really love me, but I think he thought I had just given up and would be his slave because he just sat back in his chair and got this weird look in his eyes that he gets when he knows he's won. And then he pulled down his pants and made me suck him off one more time before he left for work. I didn't really want to do it at first, but as I was doing it, I decided I was going to leave. I knew it would be the last blowjob I ever gave him so I got excited about it and really got into it. When he was done, he said I did such a good job that he would just make me sit in my chair until he came home from work. The dishes were done and the glass and mess was cleaned up and I was already sitting in my chair by the time he Tom had washed up and changed. He made me give him his goodbye kiss and made me promise to stay in my chair and then he was gone.

    "I knew I only had a few hours and there was so much I had to do, but I waited until I was sure he wasn't going to sneak back to check on me. When I thought it was safe enough, I phoned Mom to ask if I could come home, but all I got was her voice mail. She's gone up north somewhere for vacation but she didn't say when she left or when she'd be coming back. It can't be more than three weeks, though. That's all the vacation time she gets from the hospital. Anyways, I hurried up and grabbed another hot shower. A bit longer this time. The ice cream had melted in my pants, of course, but I took off my underwear in the tub and dumped the pie out of it there. I left the pie and my underwear right there in the drain and in the bottom of the tub and then I pissed on it."

    "A nice farewell gift," I commented.

    Rob actually smiled a sweet and mischievous smile. "Yeah," he said. "I thought so, too. Anyways, it took me a few hours after I got dressed again to gather all my junk together and get it packed up. I went to the money drawer where we keep the money for groceries and stuff but Tom had taken all the bills and left just a handful of coins. Not even enough for a taxi, but I grabbed them anyways and shoved them in my pocket. It was way dark by then and I knew Tom could come home at any time if it was a slow night so I had to hurry to get my stuff outside as fast as I could. It took me six trips to move it all downstairs and hide it out back."

    Shawn interrupted Rob's long narrative. He jerked his thumb toward the hallway where Rob's things were still piled against the wall: "It took you six trips to carry that stuff downstairs?"

    "No," Rob replied. "That's the only stuff I could carry with me on the bus. The rest of it's still hidden out behind the apartment back ho. . . back at Tom's. At least I hope it's still there."

    Jason shifted beneath my arm which still lay in his lap. "Come on, Robby. We'll go get it."

    I pressed down with my arm. "Wait, Jason. Rob, that was Sunday night. Why didn't you call us to come get you?"

    "It was late," Rob said, "and I didn't want to bother you guys. Besides, I figured I could manage okay until I found you at school the next day."

    "So, where did you go?"

    "Nowhere. I hung around, hiding in the bushes, until Tom came home. I watched him go into the apartment and then he came running out again a minute or so later. He was calling my name and he looked around, but he didn't see me. Before he went back inside, I heard him say, ‘You'll be back, you fuckin' faggot.'"

    "Please tell me you're not thinking of going back," I told him.

    Rob shook his head. "No. I don't think that would be such a good idea. Anyways, I stayed there that night behind the neighbour's gardening shed where I hid my stuff. I didn't sleep much. Just sat there and did a whole lot more thinking, trying to figure out what to do and where to go. I knew I couldn't go home to Mom. At least not until she gets back from vacation. But I knew I could probably stay here for awhile so I sorted out the most important stuff I wanted to take with me on the bus."

    "Don't tell me you carried all that stuff on the bus!" I said.

    Rob nodded. "The bus driver wasn't too happy about it, let me tell you. He wasn't even going to let me get on until some older lady threatened to smack him over the head with her cane if he didn't let me on. I think I would have managed a lot easier if it wasn't for that box of CDs."

    "How did you carry it all?" Shawn asked.

    "It wasn't easy," Rob replied. "I wore the backpack and put the duffle over one shoulder and carried the garbage bag with that arm. I carried the CDs under the other arm and the grocery bags in that hand. Anyways, I made it to the college and looked for you, but I couldn't find you. And I couldn't get you on your phone, either. I had to beg a quarter from somebody so I'd have enough money for another ride on the bus. I was so exhausted and sore by the time I got here and nobody was home. Nobody."

    "Sorry, Robby. That was my fault," Jason explained. "We only took my phone with us in case we had to make a call, but we left it in the car and kept it turned off. I asked everyone to leave their phones here. I wanted it to be just the four of us and nature."

    "Yeah, well," Rob continued, "that's okay. I understand. But I really started to get scared when you didn't come last night and I still couldn't get you on the phone. I thought you'd moved on me or something. I stayed in the outside foyer as long as I could until somebody came in and threatened to phone the police on me if I didn't get out of there, so I took my stuff and sat outside until after midnight. When I still couldn't get you on the phone, I went to the park down the street and stayed there overnight and came back here this morning. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come home this morning. I was starting to think I might have to go back to Tom and beg him to forgive me and hope he'd take me back."

    "Holy, shit," I mumbled.

    "Hey, wait a minute," Shawn said as he sat forward on the sofa and glared at Rob. "I heard you saying a lot about not eating and no money. Does that mean you haven't eaten anything since last Saturday?"

    Rob nodded. "Just that lasagna and garlic bread."

    "With your permission, Sir?" Shawn said, but before he even received it, he was gone to the kitchen with James right on his tail. A moment later there were the sounds of refrigerator and cupboard doors opening and closing and pots and other things being moved around and set on the stove.

    "If I know Shawnie," Jason said, "he's going to make us a proper mean and we've got enough time to go get the rest of your stuff before your lunch is ready."

    "Tom will be there. My stuff's in the back yard of one of the houses behind the complex. I think we might be able to get to the shed from the front without anyone seeing us. We don't even have to go near the apartment."

    "I'm not afraid of Tom," Jason said as he crawled out from under my arm and stood up in front of the sofa. I climbed to my feet and stood beside him. "And you don't have to be afraid of him anymore, either. Let's go get the rest of your stuff."

    "You mean I can stay here with you?" Rob asked hopefully.

    "Unless you'd rather sleep in the park again tonight," Jason grinned.

    Rob's response was to jump off the sofa, wrap his slim arms around Jason's waist as far as they could reach, and bury his face in Jason's chest as tearful sobs and breathy heaves wracked his body. I suspect it had been a long time since Rob had cried tears of happiness instead of all those tears of suffering. Jason wrapped his own massive arms tenderly around Rob's back and held him. I put my hand on Rob's lower back and massaged it in small circles. We let him cry for a minute or so before Jason lightly pushed him away. "Come on, Rob. Let's get you moved in."

    As we rode down in the elevator to the parking garage, Jason told us he wanted to have a few words with Tom. Rob looked at me but all I could do was to smile and look helpless. I don't think there is anything either of us could have said which would have stopped him.

    "You won't hurt him, will you?" Rob asked weakly.

    "Not unless he tries to hurt one of you two first, and he can't be that stupid to try, can he?"

    I wasn't so sure.

    The rest of the ride to Rob's former apartment was a quiet one. Very few words were spoken. I sat between Rob and Jason, of course, with my right hand on Rob's bare leg (he was wearing a pair of denim cut-off shorts) and my left arm in Jason's lap again. My elbow massaged his bulging crotch with every bump on the road. I always found his crotch to be comforting.

    Jason parked in the visitor's space in the parking lot out front and Rob led the way into the apartment complex and to the front door of Tom's apartment on the third floor. Rob and I stood behind Jason as he knocked. I stood to his right and Rob to his left. We could hear light footsteps approaching the door and I could see shadows crossing the threshold beneath the door, but the door didn't open. Jason stooped a bit to peer through the peephole.

    "Open up, Tom," he said. "I can see you in there."

    There were a few anxious moments of hesitation before we heard the sound of the metal safety chain being set into place, then the click of the deadbolt, and the door opened as far as the chain would allow. I moved over to stand beside Rob so I could see. One eye was peering out at us through the crack. "What the fuck do you want?" Tom asked as he glanced rather nervously at Jason. He kept his voice low His eye flicked momentarily to Rob and me, then back again. "Did the fuckin' fag suck you off so you'd come over here and pound my face in? Well, let me tell you something. Everything he told you is a lie."

    "Nobody needs to bribe me with blowjobs to get me to help them, Jason said calmly. "I've come to tell you to stay away from Rob or any of my family. And that includes Jimmy now. If I hear even a rumour about you doing anything to any of them, you'll have me to deal with."

    "Are you threatening me, Jason?"

    "Not at all, Tommy Boy. I'm warning you is all. I've already done time in prison for putting someone in a hospital bed, remember? I'd gladly do a few more months in there if I knew you were wrapped up in bandages and body casts and traction in a hospital bed and eating your apple pie and ice cream through a plastic tube stuck in your arm. And I'd enjoy it even more if I knew they strained it through Rob's dirty underwear first."

    I don't think Tom's eye could have opened wider. It whipped over to Rob and me and he gulped a swallow so loud that it sounded like he was trying to swallow a leg of lamb whole. He knew we knew what he'd done to Rob. He looked terrified and ready to shit his pants, but when he looked back at Jason, his eye closed to a squint and his face tried to appear hard and fearless again. He tried to make his voice sound tough and threatening, but a telltale squeak kind of gave him away. Tom might have been able to intimidate Rob, but he had a big job ahead of him if he thought he would be able to intimidate Jason. "You don't scare me, Jason," he grumbled. "Now fuck off!"

    The door began to close, but Jason's shoe was already blocking it. And then Jason's arm suddenly coiled back and flew out with the speed of a striking cobra. His balled-up fist slammed into the metal, foam-filled, hollow-core fire door. Even from the side, I could see in his face the power and strength and effort he'd put into the punch. His entire body went into it. There was a loud crack of fist and bone on metal that echoed up and down the hall. The gold-coloured security chain attached to the doorframe snapped and clinked and strained to keep Jason from ripping its links apart. They did their job, though, and the door remained secure. I jumped and Rob screamed. He backed away a step or two. When Jason's hand came back down again, there was a nice, round, plate-sized dent in the door just beneath the peephole.

    Tom's eye slowly returned to the crack in the door. It was wider now and overflowing with fear.

    "Oh, yes I do, Tommy Boy." Jason's voice was surprisingly calm again and he spoke with a wicked, victorious, one-sided grin on his face. "I scare the ever-loving shit out of you." He tapped at the dent with the fingernail of his right index finger. Just a reminder of what his fist might do to Tom's face if his face should happen to run into it. "Now, stay the hell away from my family. Have a nice day."

    Jason removed his foot from the threshold and the door closed almost immediately. The deadbolt clicked into place as two other doors in the hallway opened. Two heads cautiously appeared. One of them was directly behind us on the opposite side of the hall from Tom's apartment door. "Sorry, ladies," Jason apologised with a friendly smile. "I tripped."

    The head down the hall disappeared and the door closed, but the other head behind us remained. "Are you alright, Robert?" the older woman asked softly. "Would you like me to call the police?" She was obviously deeply concerned about her young neighbour.

    "I'm fine, Mrs. Kelly," Rob replied cheerfully as he turned took a step toward her. "Honest. Everything's fine. I won't be living here anymore, though," he added. "I've moved out."

    "Oh, dear," she said, her fingers coming to rest at the top of her chest just beneath her wrinkled throat. Her fingers tugged at a pearl necklace which hung around her neck. "It saddens me, of course, but I'm so happy that you finally came to your senses. I worried so much for you. I shall miss our little chats and our visits on laundry day."

    Apparently Rob had confided in someone after all.

    "And I'll miss our gin games and your cookies," he told her. "Mrs. Kelly makes the best peanut butter cookies in the world," he told us.

    Mrs. Kelly quickly reached out for Rob's wrist and grasped it in her arthritic fingers. "Don't you dare leave yet," she warned him. "I spent Sunday afternoon baking. Don't move, now!"

    She was gone back inside her apartment, pushing her door closed behind her, before she could see the expression on Rob's face. I saw it, though, and I think Jason saw it, too. I was sure Rob wanted to cry. I know I did. He clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth. His temples pulsated and I could almost see the thoughts running around in his head. As Rob had been sitting in his kitchen being forced to piss his pants, Mrs. Kelly had been across the hall baking cookies for him. Now I was the one who wanted to puke.

    I grabbed Rob's arm and Jason put a mammoth hand on his shoulder. "Robby?" he said softly. "Are you okay?"

    Rob nodded two very rapid nods and opened his eyes. He stared at her closed door. "She was always so nice to me. She said I reminded her of her grandson. I'll be okay. Gonna miss her, though." He didn't notice the shadow moving beneath the door behind him, but I did. Tom was still watching us through the peephole.

    Mrs. Kelly opened the door again a few minutes later and handed Rob a plastic shopping bag. Rob opened it and looked in. So did I. There was more than a hefty supply of peanut butter cookies in there, and quite the selection of other cookies and cakes and tarts, and I think I even saw an entire pie at the bottom. "Do take care of yourself, Robert," she said. She leaned forward to give him a kiss on his cheek.

    Rob returned her kiss. "I will, Mrs. Kelly," he replied with a grateful smile. "You take care of yourself, too."

    "I will, dear." Mrs. Kelly retreated inside her apartment once more and the door closed behind her.

    "Does the super live in the building?" Jason asked Rob as we headed back down the hall toward the elevator. Rob had already opened one of the clear plastic storage bags and he and I were already munching an enormous and exceedingly delicious cookie. I shared mine with Jason.

    "Apartment One," Rob replied with a nod and a mouthful of cookie.

    We went there and Jason left his name, address, and phone number with the superintendent. He told the super about the door he ‘accidentally' dented and said to have it replaced and send the bill to him. The super promised to do so.

    We exited the building for the last time and climbed back into the car and followed Rob's directions to the back of the building and to the spot where he had stored his things. Lucky for Rob, they were still hidden and piled between the cedar hedge and the aluminum garden shed in the neighbour's back yard. It was still covered with a hunter green blanket. Rob crawled on his hands and knees through a small space in the hedge and pushed his things back through to us. Jason and I loaded them into the trunk and back seat. They were certainly a lot heavier and more cumbersome than the things he'd carried with him on the bus.

    My right arm once again settled on Rob's leg and my left arm automatically went to its most favourite resting spot in Jason's lap as we drove back home. Rob put his arm over the back of the seat behind me and put his hand over my shoulder and let it dangle down over my chest.

    "Just two rules to remember, Robby," Jason said as we drove along. "First, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, especially with me. Even if you think you owe it to me for letting you stay at our place. You don't owe me anything. You're there at our invitation and I don't charge rent. And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't expect you to pay for it by having sex with someone who scares the living crap out of you. Okay?"

    "Okay," Rob replied, "but. . ."

    "No ‘buts', Robby. That's the rule and it applies to everybody in that house. If you don't want to do it, you don't do it. Plain and simple. No matter what it is or who it's with. Now, number two. Shawnie and Jimmy are strictly off limits to you unless they are the ones who start something with you. Got it?"

    "Got it," Rob confirmed.

    The three of us managed to carry most of the stuff up in the first trip. We found all of Rob's things that had been stacked in the hallway had already been removed to the guestroom. Jason stayed behind as Rob and I went back down to the parking garage to get the last few boxes. As we rode the elevator down, Rob asked, "Does it hurt when Jason fucks you?"

    "Rob. . . ?" I said warningly.

    "What? I'm just curious."

    Lunch smelt delicious. I say ‘lunch'. It was more like ‘lupper'. Sort of halfway between lunch and supper. Doesn't matter what I call it, though. It still smelt delicious. Stuffed pork chops and mashed potatoes with grated cheddar cheese and Shawn's homemade bacon bits stirred into them. Mixed vegetables with a white sauce with cheese rounded out the meal. At Jason's insistence, Shawn and James joined us. Lunch tasted even better than it had smelt when we came in and Rob devoured two full servings of it. For such a skinny little guy, he sure could pack it away. Shawn tried to talk Rob into a third helping and Rob he said he would have accepted it if he hadn't chowed down on that lasagna earlier. Personally, I think he just wanted to save some room for a great big piece of Rob's homemade double-double chocolate fudge cake.

    Rob's mood had changed enormously since we first saw him that morning. He still looked ragged and exhausted, and his eyes were still slightly bloodshot and puffy, but I had seen the energy return in him and I had seen his face and cheeks brighten. He didn't seem to want to talk about Tom anymore, so we didn't ask him any more questions about his ordeal. We figured he'd talk to us again if he had something else he wanted to say.

    After lunch, he unpacked his backpack of his college stuff and packed a few clean clothes into it, ready to join us at the camping site. When Shawn was satisfied that the house was clean and tidy enough, and with Mrs. Kelly's gift in tow, we went back down to the car, piled into it, and headed to the sporting goods store to buy a sleeping bag for Rob. Jason let him pick it out himself. I kind of smiled to myself when I saw him pick a sleeping back with Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin and the rest of the characters from the Hundred Acre Wood on the inside lining.

    Finally, with James and Shawn holding hands in the back seat and me sitting between Jason and Rob once again, Jason struck out for his grandfather's property and our simple little campground.

    This time, though, my left arm didn't rest on his leg. Instead, it wriggled itself into Jason's crotch and stayed there, twiddling and tinkering with the manly things hidden inside the denim shorts, until one of those manly things grew and swelled to the point where I knew rip its way out of its denim cage. Almost without thinking about it, I unbuttoned and unzipped Jason's shorts. My hand snaked its way inside and wrapped itself around Jason's stiffening cock and carefully pulled it out into the open air. As always, it felt wonderfully good in my hand. Jason enjoyed it as well and he wriggled his bum forward a bit to make it easier for me to hold onto. I casually began to stroke it up and down.

    After a few strokes, a large droplet of clear liquid bubbled out the tip of his cock and gathered in the well of his cock slit. I didn't want it to go to waste but, being jammed in the front seat between my two guys, I knew there was no way I'd be able to bend over enough to lap it up with my tongue, so I released his cock and swiped the droplet off with my pointer finger. I lifted my hand to my face stuck the tip in my mouth and licked off the fluid there. As always, it tasted like Jason and it tasted even more delicious than Mrs. Kelly's peanut butter cookies. I made a happy, yummy sound that everyone could hear even over the engine of the car and the traffic on the street. I reached for another helping.

    My fingertip dug into the wide slit and scooped out all of the lube I could find in there. Jason's cock jumped in my hand and another huge drop appeared as soon as I pulled my finger away. It flowed out and began to run down the smooth, purple head of Jason's jawbreaking cock. As I was moving my finger toward my mouth again, Rob grabbed my hand and moved my finger to his own mouth instead. He licked my finger clean and moved it in and out past his lips, giving it a mini blowjob.

    When Rob finally let go of my hand, I reached out for Jason's cock again and began to rub my palm over his cockhead, smearing the precum over it and rubbing it in as if it was a massaging cream. Jason's cock danced and his hips started hunching up and down. "Aw, fuck, Scotty," Jason cooed. "I don't think I can wait until we get back to the camp. Suck it for me."

    In the cramped quarters, I did my best to try to get my head into Jason's lap but it was a no-go. "Sorry, Babe," I said. "Not enough room. You'll have to wait."

    Before Jason could even express his disappointment, though, Rob announced, "I can do it." A moment later, he had unsnapped his seatbelt and had spun around in the seat and onto his knees beside me. He pressed his left hip against my chest for balance as he bent over me. He planted one hand on my thigh and the other on Jason's for balance and, with a loud, sloppy, suctioning slurp, Jason's cock disappeared into Rob's mouth.

    To Be Continued

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    WOW!!! I have some major reading to do now!!!
    Thanks Neil.

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    Hot, wonderful and satisfying...as always!

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