whens the next chapter coming?
whens the next chapter coming?
I just have to back track on a comment I made a while back in reguards to this story. I can only guess I wasn't reading it right or something. After reading it a second time, I actually like it. I felt I needed to say that. Now I can't wait for more. Isn't it ironic when the story was coming at us regularly, we were fine but now with some distance between chapters we (me) keep coming back every week to check for updates?
Great story Neil and I hope you are on your road to recovery.
Thanks again Neil
Hope you enjoy it. It's been a long time coming, eh?
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TAKING CARE OF JASON
Rob had changed.
It seemed like forever since I’d met him that first day on the college soccer field when Jason rescued me from Smelly Crotch and his cronies, one being a reluctant Rob and the other being a now-dead redhead.
Rob was blond, baby-faced, and sexy in an innocent, naïve sort of way. I suspected he was a virgin considering the fact that he had a spontaneous orgasm right there in front of everybody at the sight of Jason with his shirt off. I felt kind sorry for him. He was quiet, shy, yet nervous and scared after getting tangled up with Smelly Crotch Will. And he’d been surprisingly polite. He’d actually asked me if I would give him a blowjob. . . in a roundabout way that is. He wasn’t demanding one like Smelly Crotch and Red, or even Jason. He was asking for one. I found that very sweet and extremely enchanting. I was even more anxious to give him the blowjob he truly wanted to get. Thanks to Jason’s quid pro quo deal, I got the chance to give it to him and it opened up a whole new world for Rob. Truth be told, I’m pretty sure he always leaned toward the gay side of life but needed someone to take him by the hand to guide him through the maze of man-to-man sex.
Cutie pie Rob had left one abusive friendship in Will’s little group of bullies although I suspect he had been bullied into joining and staying in the group by both Smelly and the now-dead Red. Either that or he was so starved for friendship that he hooked up with Smelly just so he could have some. Even a horrible friendship was better than none at all I suppose, at least in Rob’s mind. I do know that he was terrified of getting away from Will and probably wouldn’t have done so if Jason hadn’t took Rob under his wing and promise him protection, and Jason had only done that because of me.
Jason has come to care for Rob very much and became Rob’s protector once again to get him away from his mentally-abusive, so-called boyfriend, Tom. Poor Rob. Tom had used him to get as much sex as he could get out of Rob, but, even worse, to get to Jason. Tom is lucky to be alive. Jason doesn’t like being used.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Jason sort of used me in the beginning but that was because he didn’t have a clue how to go about telling me that he loved me. It wasn’t quite the same as Tom using Rob just to get the chance to fuck Jason. I think that’s what hurt Jason most of all.
Anyway, now that Rob was safely away from Tom, he was a whole new person. For one thing, he was a sex machine, and a fucking good one at that. By his own words, if Tom had done one thing right, it was to teach him “all the best ways to make a man feel good.” As a side effect, Rob also learned how much he liked doing it.
Rob was still a blond, baby-faced young man who was still seriously sexy in that innocent, ‘Winnie the Pooh sleeping bag’ sort of way. He was also still seriously polite, but all of his insecurities and fears seemed to have vanished completely. Apparently Jason didn’t terrify him anymore. I wasn’t the only one who was surprised when Rob had literally devoured Jason’s cock in the car, taking it completely and easily down his throat and bouncing his face up and down in Jason’s lap like a consummate cocksman. We’re not sure if he did it because he felt he owed Jason for letting him stay at the apartment or simply because he wanted to, but he didn’t let his fear of being impaled on Jason’s cock or being choked by it stop him from gobbling it up and giving Jason some serious deep throat. And he’d not only sucked his own jism out of my shorts after he’d shot it there, he’d sucked my jizz right through both my shorts and underwear after I’d shot my load in them. Rob was a sucking machine. I had unknowingly unleashed a cock-loving, man-hungry monster, and I’m here to tell you that his mouth could put Hoover out of business in a week if he set his mind to it. Trust me on that one.
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Jason and I were standing naked in the stream, dipping hand cloths into the water and squirting liquid soap on them and using them to wash each other off. We were scrubbing each other’s chests when Jason said, “Well, that was an adventure, wasn’t it? I’ve never been worshipped by four guys like that before. All those hand and mouths. I lost track of what belonged to whom.”
“That was more than worship, Jason. That was pure, unadulterated, lusty sex.”
“Well, whatever it was, I was kinda getting off on it.”
I stepped closer to him and wrapped my hand around his heavy prick. “Want me to worship you a bit more? Nobody worships at the Shrine of Jason better than I do.”
“Nah. But I wouldn’t mind a kiss.”
Neither did I. Jason wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, holding me hard against his naked body and gluing his lips to mine. I released his cock so I could wrap my own arms around him. The kiss lasted long enough for both our cocks to work themselves up to full mast and then some. Jason pulled his hips back slightly to allow our dicks to slap up against our bellies and then he pushed his hips forward again to trap them between us. He held me even tighter. I let him take the kiss as far as he wanted it to go and, when it finally ended, I was breathless and my mouth tasted of Jason’s tongue and spit.
We had parted lips, but we stood there staring into each other’s eyes for a while longer. “What do you want, Scotty. Name it and I’ll get it for you. A huge mansion with a butler and male maids dressed in skimpy uniforms? Naked guys who will sit around and jerk off for you all day? A fancy car for every day of the week? A private yacht with a naked crew so you can tour the world? Anything, Scotty. Anything you want. Just name it.”
“I think I’d rather have you.”
Jason’s hand came up to my face and he brushed my hair away from my forehead with a touch so gentle that I could barely feel his fingers sliding across my skin. His smile couldn’t have been bigger. “It’s your lucky day. I’ve just been marked down. Ninety percent off.”
I leaned back and looked down. “Doesn’t look like it from where I’m standing.”
Jason laughed, picked me up, and carried me back to the tent where Shawn was waiting for us with towels in his hands.
We stopped at the tent long enough to dry each other off and to pull on a pair of shorts and shoes. Jason wore cut-off jeans. I wore a pair of tight nylon shorts in an eye-popping blue that Jason liked. He’d bought them for me. They matched the colour of my eyes exactly. With Jason’s arm curled around my waist and my arm behind his back, I shoved my hand into his back pocket and we began walking further down the lane. There was something he wanted to show me.
We left Shawn in charge of helping Rob inflate the air mattress which Jason had bought when we took Rob to buy his sleeping bag. They were to set it up beside our air mattress and lay out his sleeping bag. Rob had originally offered to sleep in the back seat of the car or in the smaller tent, but he didn’t object when we assured him that there was plenty of room in the big tent.
As we walked along the dirt-rutted laneway with a long, narrow ribbon of green grass growing between the ruts, Jason’s butt cheek burned into the palm of my right hand. It was a good burn. I liked it. And since he didn’t seem to mind my hand stuffed into the back pocket of his shorts, I left it there and enjoyed the way his butt muscles worked and bounced and tightened and relaxed with every step he took.
The meandering lane followed the tree-lined stream to our right. We could hear it babbling as we walked along even though we couldn’t always see it. The stream, as Jason explained, marked the southern boundary of the property. A wall of trees running north and south faced us. It was visible from our campground but, for some reason, I thought it was a solid wall. I hadn’t thought that the laneway would pass through it. It did, though. We walked through it, turned to our left, and stopped.
“Well, there it is,” Jason said proudly as he lifted his free arm and pointed.
“That’s your house?”
“Yup. Well, it will be if I decide I want to move in. What do you think?”
“Wow! It’s. . .” I couldn’t think of any words to describe what I was thinking.
“You were expecting something older?”
“It used to be old. It was my grandparents’ first house. They bought it just after they were married for two thousand dollars, land and all.” Jason lifted his arm, pointing his index finger and sweeping it along the length of the building. “The main part of the house there was the original farm house. The extension attached to the far end of it and out this way towards the swimming pool was built after Grandma died. It’s attached to the garage on the other side. See the balcony over the patio, overlooking the pool? That’s a private balcony off the master bedroom. The bank of windows to the right is the en suite bath. You can sit in the bathtub or take a shower and look out over the back yard and fields.”
“Nice,” I said. “Not very private, is it?”
“Who’s gonna see?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I spent a lot of time growing up here, Scotty,” Jason sighed deeply. “I’ve got a shit load of great memories of this place. See that big tree behind the back corner? Dad and Grandpa built a tree house for me in that tree. It’s not safe anymore but it’s still there. The hours I used to spend playing up there when I was a kid. That’s where I learned all about jerking off. I’d often heard the older guys in school talking about it, but I didn’t know what it was. Then one day I saw a guy actually doing it in the bathroom at the mall. I put two and two together and figured out that he was jerking off. I couldn’t even shoot cum yet. I didn’t know that was supposed to happen. But I loved doing it and I especially loved the feelings I got when I did it long enough.
“I spent a lot of long hours by myself up in that tree house pounding my pud. It didn’t take long for me to catch on to the fact that thinking about the guys getting changed in the locker room after phys ed helped me get to those feelings even faster. I didn’t understand it, but I knew I liked guys way back then. If I ever move here, I’m going to have another tree house built in the same spot. And over there. . .” (he pointed toward the trees and the stream behind us) “is where I learned to swim. There’s a big bend in the stream there and Grandpa and I would build a big sod dam every year to make a nice swimming hole. I used to be friends with a neighbour boy named Luke. He lived two farms away and he used to come over here and we’d go skinny dipping there all the time until his parents sold the farm and moved down south when he was sixteen.”
“Did you and Luke ever. . . ?” I interrupted.
“Naw. It didn’t even dawn on either of us to try. We used to jerk off together once in awhile in the tree house, but we never did it to each other, and we didn’t even know about blowjobs in the beginning. When we Luke showed me a magazine of a woman sucking a man’s prick, I wanted to try it with Luke but I was scared to death to ask him if I could. I thought about Luke a lot and I fantasised about blowing him when I whacked off. I always regretted not doing anything with him, but I’m really glad I waited for you.
“Anyways, I shot my first load on the banks of the creek over there. Scared the hell out of me, too. I thought I broke something.” He paused and I heard an embarrassed laugh. “Anyways, I loved being naked out here, running through the grain fields and playing in the creek. I had my clothes off whenever I thought I could get away with it. I got caught by my parents and grandparents a few times, but if anybody tried to scold me for it, Grandpa would tell them ‘boys will be boys’ and that would be the end of it.”
My mind came alive as I imagined a younger version of Jason running around naked and jumping in the water. It wasn’t difficult. I just shrunk the grown-up version down in size. It was an interesting picture indeed. “I would have loved to have seen that.”
“ What? Me running around naked? You would have laughed yourself silly, Babe,” Jason chuckled with a wide, toothy grin. “I was a skinny, scrawny, twelve-year-old with a dick the size of a peanut and balls the size of marbles.”
I started to laugh out loud. “Yeah, right, Jason! You were skinny and scrawny?”
“Skinnier and scrawnier than that guy with the goofy hair who lives on the fifth floor. You know who I mean.”
An image of the guy with the goofy hair flashed through my mind and I laughed even harder. I yanked my hand out of his back pocket and gave him a hard, loud smack on the ass before we turned to face each other. “Fuck right off, Jason,” I said through my laughter. “That’s the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard in my life!” I was laughing so hard that tears started running down my cheeks. I used the same hand I’d smacked Jason’s ass with to wipe the tears away from my cheek. Jason wiped the other. “Skinnier than that doofus? Bull-fuckin’-shit, man!”
Luckily for me, Jason was smiling. That meant he wasn’t going to plant me neck deep in the pasture. “Laugh all you want, Babe, but it’s true, and I can prove it. Come on up to the house and I’ll show you some pictures Grandma took of me when I was a kid. There’s some of me in my bathing suit and running around in my underwear.”
“She took pictures of your peanut prick in a Speedo? Are there any of your wee widdle wee-wee out of the Speedo?” I teased in a mocking, childish voice.
“No, thank God,” he replied, still grinning, “but there are a few pictures of my bare bum.”
“That I have to see.”
“Let’s go then,” he said. “I hope you like crow. You’re going to be eating it soon enough.”
We started walking along the lane toward the house with the windbreak now at our left. My hand returned to Jason’s back pocket. I liked it being there and he didn’t seem to mind so. . . “I had so much fun growing up here, Scotty,” he continued as his massive arm pulled me close to him again. “We didn’t have much money back then. We were just ordinary folks. Both Dad and Grandpa had to work their asses off to make enough money to support their families. This was just a grain farm, but it earned enough for Grandma and Grandpa to live comfortably. I remember Grandpa used to let me drive the tractor. I’d sit on his lap and steer while he worked the pedals. I remember being so excited when I grew enough that my feet could reach them and I could drive by myself. He used to let me drive anywhere on the farm as long as I didn’t run over anything or anyone.”
“No, but Dad had to change his underwear once or twice.”
After we stopped laughing, Jason carried on telling me about his happy times here on the farm: “Anyway, Dad and Grandpa’s ships finally came in and Grandpa could give up farming. He was nearing retirement age anyways and figured if he didn’t have to work anymore, he wouldn’t. He had the whole house done up inside for Grandma just a few years before she died. You know – good insulation, new wiring, plumbing, windows. He had central air and forced-air heat put in. Every room was redone including a brand new kitchen that Grandma always wanted. All the mod cons anyone could ever want. Grandma died before I graduated high school, but Grandpa asked me what I would like done to the extension he planned on building. It was his graduation present to me. He put in the media and games room and the master bedroom and bath in the new addition I asked for, and he installed a bigger pool than the one I wanted. He had the balcony built because he thought I’d like it. There’s a couple more bedrooms in there, too. It’s all set for me to move in whenever I’m ready.”
“Then why are you living in the city? Why aren’t you living out here if you love it so much?”
Jason hesitated as if he was thinking of a response. Finally he spoke: “Shawnie.”
“What about him?”
“Oh, I can’t ask Shawnie to give up his life in the city to come out here to take care of me now, can I?”
It was my turn to bring Jason to a stop by quickly pulling my hand from his backside pocket, stepping around in front of him, and planting it in the middle of his chest in the thick mat of black hair. When he stopped, my hands moved to his upper arms. “Are you kidding me? What life would Shawn be giving up? What does he have in the city besides us? We’re the only friends and family he has now.”
“Jimmy,” Jason said matter-of-factly. “He has Jimmy now.”
“Yeah, so what?”
“I couldn’t drag Shawnie way out here when Jimmy’s all the way back in the city.”
“Oh, get off it, Jason. We’re ten minutes outside the city limits. It’s not like you would be dragging him across the country or something. Shawn and James can get together any time they want. Hell, James will probably be spending most of his off time out here anyway if they stay together.” When Jason didn’t respond, I charged forward. “Look, Jason, Shawn would do anything for you. You know he would. He adores you and I know you adore him. You make him feel needed.”
“I do need him, that’s why. . .”
“I know you do, and he needs you, too. He needs both of us. He’s doing exactly what he loves doing most. He’s taking care of people who love him and rely on him. You can bet your ass that if you asked him to move across the country with you, he would do it. Believe that, Jason.”
Jason turned his head, looking at the old farm house, remained silent for a few moments. There was sort of a sad longing in his eyes and the sadness was still there when he finally looked back at me. “What if he doesn’t like living in the country, Scott? He’s only ever known the city. What if he moves out here and decides he doesn’t like it and he quits and goes back to what he knows?”
I couldn’t understand Jason’s protests. They weren’t making sense to me. It was like he was using Shawn as an excuse not to live here and it was starting to piss me off. My voice took a decidedly harsher tone. “Look, Jason. The man is back there on the other side of these trees right now making a home for you out of a tent, an air mattress, and a sleeping bag. He’s dealing with a grass floor on the banks of a creek that he’s willing to bathe in. He’s building campfires for heat and he’s boiling water on a propane camp stove so he can make coffee for you by pouring the water by hand through a coffee filter. He cooks your dinner on a barbeque and a hibachi. Shawn is very adaptable and resourceful, Jason, and he’s totally dedicated to you. He’ll do anything you ask without question. He loves you a lot more than you give him credit for.”
Jason’s response confused me more than it surprised me. His arms rose to wrap themselves around me and pull me close to his body as he buried his face in my neck. He sighed very heavily and very loudly, and I think I actually heard him sniffle. His chest expanded against mine, dwarfing me. I felt as though it was going to surround me entirely. “I’m sorry, Scott,” he said, “I just can’t do it. I can’t take the chance.”
I wrapped my arms around him. There wasn’t much more I could do. He stood there hugging me and quivering nervously as his grip on me grew tighter and tighter. I stood there thinking. I knew Jason’s cared a lot for Shawn, but this level of devotion didn’t make any sense. There was nothing logical in his excuses. There was something wrong. For the first time in a long time, I felt that Jason was lying to me.
And then it hit me. I think it was the pain that did it.
Before Jason squished me until my eyeballs popped out, I lifted my hands and squeezed them between us and pushed hat his chest. He loosened his grip on me and his hands moved to my shoulders. He held me while his head tilted down slightly so he could look me in the eye. “It’s me, isn’t it?” I asked. “It’s not Shawn at all, is it? It’s me you’re talking about, isn’t it?”
Jason’s eyes flicked rapidly back and forth between mine. My eyes did the same to his. As I watched, I could see the moisture building up in them. I had never seen Jason so close to tears. His hands began to quiver. His fingertips dug themselves into my shoulders.
“I’m right, aren’t I, Jason?” I said in a near-whisper. “It’s me.”
He swallowed deeply. It seemed like forever before he spoke again. “I couldn’t bear to lose you, Scott. I know how much you love living in the city. All the guys we’ve met. All the fun we’ve had at the apartment. I’m so afraid you’ll be bored to death out here and. . . .” He swallowed deeply again and blinked hard to force the moisture out of his eyes. One single tear escaped, falling off his lower eyelid and leaving a sad trail of wet down his cheek. “If I ever did anything that made you go away, I’d never be able to forgive myself.”
“The only thing that could make me go away is if you stopped loving me.”
“That is never going to happen,” he promised as he shook his head slowly. Both eyes were filled to overflowing now. He was working very hard to keep them from doing just that. His right hand came up and came to rest on my cheek with such gentleness that I could barely feel it. His voice was just as soft. “You hear me, Scott? Never.”
I smiled a closed-lips smile. “Then where you are, that’s where I’ll be, too.” I jerked my head toward the house.
Yeah, I know, that’s probably the dopiest and sappiest thing you’ve ever read in your entire life. Even Kraft isn’t as cheesy as that little tête-à-tête. The only thing that was missing was that background sickeningly-sweet saccharine soap opera music which would normally accompany such a scene. But I swear that what you just read is exactly what went down that day.
As insipid as the whole thing was, I included it only because it was the one and only time that I’ve ever seen any type of fear and vulnerability in Jason. The man who was always in control was moments away from losing it entirely, and he was losing it right before my eyes. I don’t think I loved him as much as I did that day.
“Would you really be happy living out here, Babe?”
I glanced around at the wide open spaces. There wasn’t any traffic sounds. No cars. No horns. No sirens. All I could hear was our breathing, the brook babbling along nearby, bird songs you don’t hear in the city, and leaves rustling in the trees. There was also the smell. Or maybe I should say the lack of smell. Not a hint of car exhaust, no fast-food tantalisers, no cigarette smoke, no stinky people who are too lazy to shower. Just clean air and earthy smells. It would take some getting used to but I figured I could do it. After all, I hadn’t even really noticed the silence until that moment, but I wasn’t bothered by it. I was having too much fun being out there with everybody pay any real attention to it. My eyes met Jason’s again. “I think I could get used to it.”
“And if you can’t?”
“Let’s cross that bridge if we ever get to it, okay? Besides,” I added as I glanced toward the once-upon-a-time farmhouse, “I can almost hear it now: ‘Goodnight, Jason.’ ‘Goodnight, Shawnie. Goodnight, Jimmy.’ ‘Goodnight, Jason. Goodnight, Scott.’ ‘Goodnight, James, Goodnight, Shawn.’ Goodnight, Scott. Goodnight, John-Boy.’”
Jason laughed heartily, making me laugh as well. “You’ve heard The Waltons coming through Shawnie’s bedroom door, too, have you? I think he likes the way John-Boy’s suspenders pull up those pants of his so tight that they show off that ass of his.”
“I did, too, until Ben grew up in the later seasons. Now there’s an ass I wouldn’t mind doing a face dive into! Woof!”
“Why, Scotty!” Jason said. He sounded very surprised. “I didn’t know you were into ginger.”
“I’m not usually, but I couldn’t get over Ben’s butt in those jeans. Woof woof!”
“One for each cheek,” I grinned and winked, and then I made a few absolutely crude and lascivious sucking noises with my flapping tongue and lips.
Jason laughed. “You pig. You’re incorrigible, you know that? No wonder I’m so crazy-assed nuts in love with you.”
“And it’s no wonder I’m so in love with your crazy-assed nuts.”
Jason grabbed me in a bear hug that threatened to crack a few ribs. At the end of the hug, we pushed back from each other a little bit and he said, “Maybe we could switch back and forth from place to place. You know, live out here for a few days and live back in the city for the rest of the week.”
I nodded in agreement. “I like that idea. You’d better hope that Shawn doesn’t have a problem taking care of two households.”
“I think he’ll take it as a challenge,” Jason announced assuredly. “I could give him a car to use to make things easier for him. I mean, I’ve got two of them up at the house. A new Mercedes SUV diesel, too. I bought it to tear around in the fields with, but I’d rather tear around the bedroom with you.”
“A Mercedes?” I commented. “Talk about off-roading in style!”
“Yeah. It would be perfect for Shawnie, though. You know, for grocery shopping and moving stuff back and forth between here and the apartment. No more taxis or waiting for me to drive him around. And the windows are tinted and the back seats fold down flat so he and Jimmy don’t even have to wait until they get home for a romp under the sheets. Just pull over somewhere, lock the doors, and they can test the suspension in complete privacy.”
Jason paused and stared deeply into my eyes. “You’re really cool with all this, Babe?” he asked with reserve, but also with a lot of hope.
“Yeah, Jason, I’m cool with it. Honest.”
We didn’t say anything after that. We didn’t really have to. Everything that needed to be said had been said. Jason’s fingers relaxed their grip but he didn’t let go of me. Instead, he leaned in for a kiss and I leaned in to meet him halfway. When our lips met, our arms wrapped around each other again and our bodies pressed together as if they were made for each other. I like to think they were. I lost track of time and can only guess at how long we kissed, but it was long enough for both of us to pop full hardons, and they did a little kissing of their own. I loved Jason’s cock kissing mine as much as I enjoyed my lips kissing his. Kissing cocks are so much fun.
It wasn’t long before I pulled my lips away from Jason’s and stated making my way down his body, leaving a tongue-sized trail of spit all the way. I didn’t stop until my face was buried in his steamy crotch and I was tasting his cock through his denim shorts. Denim dick is delicious, but precum-flavoured denim dick tastes even better, and Jason’s precum-flavoured denim dick tastes best of all. Sets my taste buds dancing, that does, and it certainly set them dancing that day.
By the time I was on my knees, my dickhead was poking out of the leg of my shorts. It didn’t take much to release the rest of it to the wide open spaces – just a little tug on the hem and I was flying at full staff and dripping lube down the southern side of the mast.
With my dick flying free, my hands quickly set to work undoing Jason’s shorts so I could set his flagpole free to sway in the breeze. Seconds later the button at the waist was popped open and the zipper unzipped to the bottom of its track. I reached behind him to work the shorts over the cheeks of his hefty ass then down his legs until gravity took over and they fell in a bundle at his feet. My left hand went immediately to Jason’s balls and my right hand went to his cock. He spread his legs as far as the shorts would allow as I tugged his rod downward until it was aimed at my mouth. A breath or two later and his cock was buried in my throat and my nose was buried in his pubes. It was a perfect fit.
With Jason’s cock safe and secure in the depths of my mouth, my hand let go of him and flew to my crotch. It wrapped itself around my dick and started flying over the fleshy surface in a cadence which perfectly matched the stroking of my lips up and down Jason’s very familiar and very tasty meat. As always, a rush of excitement swept through me when the bloated head of his cock lodged itself in my throat with every downstroke and tickled my tonsils on its way back out. It never got old.
After every few bobs of my head, I switched it up by twisting my head to the right on the downstroke and to the left on the upstroke in a ratchet wrench sort of way. Jason loved that most of all. He would grab my shoulders for balance, throw back his head and let his mouth drop open, and his hips would quiver and shake as if he had a jackhammer shoved up his ass. Not only did the twisting send his body into uncontrollable, mini-orgasmic spasms, it had the added benefit of bringing him closer to splattering my uvula with his ball juice. That was my special reward for a job well done.
After a few minutes of avid sucking and slurping on Jason’s power drill, I pulled back and let his dick slide along my tongue and out of my mouth. My lips nibbled their way down the shaft, taking roost on his low-hanging balls. My tongue lapped at them, tickling them and swirling around them with the tip before extending beneath them as far as it could reach. It flattened itself against the undersides of those tender orbs and swept over them like a gentle wave washing over sandy beach sand.
“Oh, yeah,” Jason moaned in a harsh and raspy whisper, “do my nuts, Babe. I love it when you do my nuts.”
From my vantage point, I could look up and see Jason grab his dick in his hand. His hand is as proportionally big as the rest of him and his cock looks a lot smaller when wrapped it. That’s how it looked from up close. Still, it was a serious kick in the libido to see him start stroking it and jerking himself off. My hardon hardened up another notch or two and I could feel a droplet of lube force its way through the narrow tube and bubble up at the tip. It took me one step closer to seeding a crop of millions of little Scotts all over the ground.
As I lapped and tongued and nibbled Jason’s balls, my eyes followed his strokes. From time to time, my lips gently captured the skin of his scrotum between them and stretched it away from the tender orbs inside. At other times, my lips opened widely and cautiously sucked the entire testicle inside. When I was finished with one nut, I carefully spit it out and moved to the other one. Finally I opened my mouth as wide as it would to and sucked both of them into my mouth at the same time. Jason liked that more than anything. It made his cockhead swell satiny smooth. I could see it. It also caused him to jerk his dick even harder and faster. All sorts of sounds came flying out of his mouth when I did that.
So far that day I’d done most of my favourite things to do to Jason, and they were his favourite things for me to do to him, too. There was only one favourite thing left to do and I didn’t waste any more time getting to it.
I let Jason’s nuts slip from between my lips and I tilted my head up slightly so my tongue could reach behind the spit-slick balls and lick ridged taint hidden behind them. That set Jason’s body to quivering and he squatted slightly, spreading his knees apart. Seconds later, I had rolled over onto my ass, wrapped my left arm around his upper thigh, picked up the pace of my right-handed stroking on my dick, and drove my face between the cheeks of his ass. My tongue easily found his familiar rosebud there and I pulled it into a point and drove it home.
As big and strong as Jason was, his ass muscles weren’t powerful enough to defend against the invasion of my tongular muscles. With very little effort on my part, I was able to force my way past Jason’s defences and into those areas of his body which rarely see human contact. My actions, however, elicited a long, high-pitched, almost ethereal sigh that sounded like wind howling through leafless trees.
Jason didn’t just stand there, or, perhaps I should say, ‘sit there’ while my tongue probed his innermost secrets. Instead, he twirled and swirled his hips in tempo with his pumping hand, mashing his ass into my face until we were dancing cheek to cheek and. . . er. . . cheek to cheek. Jason’s hand wasn’t the only one that was busy on his dick. Mine was doing the mambo in my lap and the pedal was to the floor as I sped ahead toward blowing wads of jism all over the place.
I had my fun and Jason had his for a minute or so before I laid my tongue flat and began slathering the valley between his butt cheeks from stem to stern. I always found it interesting that Jason’s front side and legs could be so hairy while his backside could be virtually hairless. Not that I minded, of course. Hairy chests are a turn-on. Hairy backs? Not so much.
I wish it could have lasted longer, but all-too-soon Jason’s urgently groaned the single word, “Scotty.” I knew by the sound of his voice that Jason wanted my face and the mouth that was attached to it out front. There was an audible slurp when I pulled my face out of Jason’s ass but I had no time to dwell on the suction I was able to create when I wanted to. My suction was requires elsewhere and I got it there as fast as I could.
Within seconds, I was out from under Jason’s legs and on my knees in front of him. My masturbating hand resumed its task and picked up speed to keep up with Jason’s stroking hand. My mouth clamped over his pulsating dick head and my other hand reached up to Jason’s crotch and began doing a Captain Bligh with his balls.
I’m sure Shawn and James and Rob were back at the camp looking in our direction and laughing their heads off at Jason’s orgasmic howls and grunts and his “Suck it! Suck it!” chant. I’m sure they could hear it all the way from where we were. Of course, Jason’s shouts which were echoing off the trees around us cranked me up, too, and sent tingles straight to my nuts. They caused all sorts of neat things to go on down there.
I could feel Jason’s balls begin to pull tight and start to swell. His hand began to move even faster. The pumping action of the meat in my mouth was a sure sign that he was ready to bust a nut and, from the feel of it, it was going to be a good one. Just knowing that my tonsils were going to be washed sent my other hand into overdrive and my own orgasm into countdown mode. I wasn’t disappointed.
Jason’s hand suddenly froze; his thumb and index finger pressed against my lips. I lifted my eyes to look up his body to his face. All I could see was the dark, bristly shadows of his chin beyond the mass of hair on his chest so I turned my attention back to what I could see right in front of me. With his fist locked around his cock, I could feel several dry pumps. Then I could feel one, then two, and finally a third spasm which I knew should have shot three spurts of jizz down my throat. By the time it was beginning to click in my brain that Jason was holding it back, he’d loosened his hand and a triple stage cum rocket came catapulting out of his body and straight into mine without ever seeing the light of day. I’m sure my eyes were bulging out as much as my jism-stuffed cheeks. All I could do was start swallowing and hope I didn’t drown in the process as the rest of the spurts came in rapid succession. I sucked and swallowed, and then sucked and swallowed some more. I didn’t allow even a single drop of cream escape my lips. Jason never tasted as good as he did fresh from the pump.
Jason shot his cum down my throat so hard that it sailed right through me and shot out of my own dick slit only a second or two later like an intermittent spurt from a toy water pistol. Okay, it wasn’t really Jason’s cum. It was mine. But our individual ejaculations were so synchronised with each other and the delayed tempo was so precise that it felt like they were his.
I sucked and stroked. Jason held on and pumped. We both howled and groaned, but mine were rather muffled by the solid and thick slab of meat stuffed in my mouth. But I tell you, no vampire ever enjoyed a tastier meal of steaming-hot bodily fluids. Jason fed me very well that afternoon. I fertilised the lane.
Well, that isn’t exactly true either. When we were both drained and I finally and reluctantly let Jason slip from the confines of my oral cavity, I looked down, laughed, and said, “Oh, shit.” My jizz was splattered all over Jason’s shorts, shins, and shoes. I was going to clean it off, but Jason told me to leave it as a souvenir. I pulled his cum-splashed shorts back up his legs and gave his now-deflating cock a kiss goodbye until next time. I tucked both his dick and its dangling buddies back into his shorts, carefully arranging everything for maximum viewing potential before doing up the button and carefully zipping him back up again.
Jason helped me to my feet, rested his wrists on my shoulders. “What was that for?” he asked with a very satisfied smile.
“I just wanted to show you that I loved you for more than just your money. I’d still love you even if you didn’t have any and we really were living in the tent and cooking our meals on a campfire.”
“Aw, that’s sweet, Babe.”
“Mind you, your money makes me very happy, but not as happy as Jase and the Jasonettes.”
“You named them?”
“Yeah, well, I figured if I’m going to keep on kissing them, they should at least have names.”
We continued on, the house drawing closer and closer. Jason had his left arm around my waist and I had my right hand stuffed in his back pocket again. “Who’s that?” I asked. A middle-aged man, probably in his mid-forties, stood at the left corner of the house with his arms crossed over his chest. He wore green workpants and a matching long-sleeved work shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had long, brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail.
“Who? Him? That’s Andy, the caretaker,” Jason replied. “He lives over the garage and takes care of the house and property. He’s been a big help for Grandpa since Grandma died.”
“He doesn’t look very happy. Do you think he saw us?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m sure he did. But don’t worry about him, Babe. I can handle old Andy.” As we drew closer, Jason grinned broadly and said loudly, “Hey, Andy.”
Andy’s only response was a scowling nod and an acknowledgement of Jason by gruffly mumbling his name.
“How’s it goin’?” We came to a stop in front of the handyman.
“Would you mind askin’ your toy-boy here,” Andy began in his rough-sounding voice, “ta stop fondlin’ yer butt in front o’ me? I don’t need ta be seein’ that any more than I needed ta see what he was doin’ to you down the lane there.” He glanced down at Jason’s cum-splattered shorts. “And I certainly don’t need ta be seein’ that.” He could have been talking about Jason’s prominent bulges, but I’m pretty sure he was talking about the splattered cum which had soaked into the denim and leaving dark, moist spots.
“I beg your pardon?” Jason asked incredulously.
“I said. . .”
“I heard what you said, Andy. I’m just surprised and a bit disappointed that you said it. It’s not like I’m a surprise to you. And this isn’t my toy-boy. He’s my boyfriend and his name is Scott and you’ll address him as such. And if Scott wants to fondle my ass or suck my dick, he can. He doesn’t need your permission. He only needs mine, and he’s already got it. And I’ll do the same for him anytime and anywhere I want. Got it?”
Andy harrumphed. “What would yer granddad say if he knew ‘bout the kinds o’ things yer’re doin’ on his property?”
“He’d probably wish he was fifty years younger again,” Jason explained, “and then he’d probably say, ‘Mind yer own business, Andy. My boy Jason can do whatever the hell he wants on his property.’”
A sudden shocked and worried look came over Andy’s face. His jaw dropped open and his crossed arms dropped uncomfortably to his sides. “Yer property? What ‘n hell is that supposed ta mean? I ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout this bein’ yer property.”
“Well, it is. Sorta. It means I’m on the deed, dude. This property is as much mine as it is Grandpas. It also means that Gramps will take his name off the deed whenever I ask him to and you won’t be working for him anymore. You’ll be working for me. So you’d better start minding your P’s and Q’s.”
Andy set his jaw and his eyes narrowed. “Are you tellin’ me yer gonna fire me when ya take over the place? Yer granddad promised me. . .”
“I know what Gramps promised you, Andy, and ‘no’, I’m not going to fire you. I don’t have a problem with you living and working here. You’ve always taken good care of my grandparents and I know how much you helped Grandpa and looked after him after my grandmother died. I really appreciate that. What I’m saying is, what you saw down the lane is probably the tamest thing you’re likely to see around here when I’m here with Scott and our friends. We’re not going to hide it. If you don’t think you can handle it, I’ll understand if you decide to move on and find another job.”
There was a mini stare-down going for several long, tense moments during which I held my breath. My fingers dug into Jason’s ass cheek. Andy refolded his arms over his chest. His jaw worked as if he was crunching small bits of hard candy. His eyes never left Jason’s. Finally he said, “Ya won’t start chargin’ me rent, will ya?”
Jason laughed lightly. “No, Andy, I won’t start charging you rent.”
The staring match went on for a few tense moments more before Andy nodded his head once.
“Does that mean you’re going to stay on?”
After a quick glance in my direction, Andy harrumphed again and said, “I’ll think about it.”
“Great. Now, could you open the house, please? I want to show Scotty around. Oh, and open the garage, too, would you?”
* * * * *
Jason and I sat naked outside the tent in our lounge chairs. We were holding hands, sipping beers, and enjoying the fresh air of the great outdoors. It was quite nice and most invigorating sitting out there under the shade of the huge maple trees, watching the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze and watching the wispy clouds dotting the cobalt-blue sky through the breaks in the green canopy overhead. I had always thought of myself as a diehard city boy, but I was surprised by how much I enjoyed being out there. Maybe it was just Jason’s company, but I didn’t think I’d have any difficulty adjusting to life away from the vicious rat race of the city.
Shawn sat across from us with a large photo album in his lap. James sat on his right side and Rob sat on his left. Rob was naked like me and Jason. Shawn and James wore shorts. The photos didn’t mean much to them but they were enjoying themselves nonetheless. A large, cheerful, crackling campfire separated us and the scent of burning conifers filled our nostrils and stung our eyes when the breezes blew the rising smoke in our direction.
As I sat there, I thought back to my tour of the house. It hadn’t been lived in for quite some time. Almost everything was covered in sheets or plastic and none of the beds had any coverings or even pillow slips. The electricity wasn’t even connected. But the house was beautiful inside even though the whole thing was painted builder’s beige. Jason promised to have painters do the whole house the way we wanted as soon as we figured out how we wanted it decorated. It felt cold and abandoned and starved for company that day, but I could easily imagine what it could look like and what it would be like living there.
The only room that wouldn’t need to be redone was our en suite bathroom. Jason had a designer come up with something in cobalt blue tiles with white and black accents and one of the biggest bubble jet bathtubs I’d ever seen. It could easily seat a party of four with enough room left over for a gorgeous waiter with a big butt, wearing a snow-white satin G-string, and serving drinks and finger foods on a solid silver tray engraved with Greek and Roman statues – men, of course.
Jason showed me his cars. We even sat in them. But it was the Mercedes-Benz GL SUV which caught my attention, grabbed hold, and wouldn’t let go.
“This is it, Jason,” I had told him emphatically. “This is the car for Shawn. This is so him! The other cars look nice, and Shawn would love either of them, but the metallic silver of the SUV with Shawn’s blond hair? Seriously, Babe, Shawn would be a knockout on the streets in this.”
The huge garage was filled with Jason’s echoing laughter. When he was finally able to speak, he said, “You don’t pick out a car because it matches someone’s hair, Babe! There’s a lot of other things you have to take into consideration.”
“Okay, how’s this: Does it work?”
“The odometer still shows double digits.”
“But does it work?”
Jason smiled resolutely. “Yes, Scotty, it works very well.”
“Will it hold a case of beer and a week’s worth of groceries?”
“It’ll hold a dozen cases of beer and a month’s worth of groceries. But you’ve sold me, Scotty. Shawnie would look smashing driving around town in this car, wouldn’t he? The Mercedes it is as long as he lets me drive it once in awhile.” Then Jason turned toward the open garage door, cupped one hand and placed it beside his mouth and, with a voice powerful enough to send some blackbirds flying from their roost in the trees near the driveway, shouted, “Andy!!”
Our final dinner at the campsite was over. We would be going back home after lunch the next day. As usual, dinner was absolutely delicious even though Shawn forgot the dinner rolls warming up on the hibachi and they turned out more like crispy toast than soft and golden brown. Still, nobody complained, and there weren’t any rolls left to go back into the plastic bag.
The sun had slipped behind the trees and was out of sight. The campfire was bright and warm and crackling. Jason and I still sat in our usual lounge chairs on one side of the fire pit. James and Shawn, now dressed in underwear, sat opposite us close enough for their legs to press together. Rob, still naked, sat alone at the three-o’clock position from where I was sitting. He was the only one still roasting marshmallows. The rest of us had had our fill. One more marshmallow was stuck on the business end of a long stick which Rob held in the dancing flames of the campfire.
“Last one,” Rob said as he raised the stick and examined his toasty treat. It was the colour of café au lait. He dipped it back into the flames. “I promise.”
“How many ‘last ones’ is that, Babe?”
“Seven, I think.”
“Oh, fuck off, you guys!” Rob was laughing when he said it. “I love these things!”
“There’s another bag in the tent, Rob,” Shawn said. “Want me to get it?”
“No,” Rob replied with some hesitancy. “I mean, sure. . . . No! Well, maybe later for a snack, okay. You sure you don’t have the stuff in there to make S’mores? I’d give my left nut for some S’mores.”
“No, Rob, I don’t. Would you like me to go buy it for you?”
The time it took Rob to answer told me that he was giving it some serious thought. “Nah. That’s okay, Shawn. Maybe next time?”
“You have my word, Rob.” Shawn smiled back at him. I knew that we would have S’mores next time we came camping.
Rob lifted his marshmallow out of the fire. It was burning like a tiny torch in a Lego village. He let it burn for a few seconds until he was completely satisfied that it was roasted to perfection before blowing out the flames. The miniature sugar puff cylinder was charcoal briquette black and bubbling with the heat. He blew on it a few more times to until it stopped bubbling. Rob made a five-digit cup out of the fingers and thumb of his right hand and, with cautious, quick, and deft movements, he tentatively tested his treat. A few more blows, another quick test, and then he grasped the crackling skin of his marshmallow and pulled.
The blackened skin easily slid away from the soft, melted, gooey interior which remained stuck to the pointed end of the stick. With a satisfied, open-mouthed grin which practically drooled with anticipation, Rob guided the mushy delicacy still skewered on the wooden tip into his mouth. He closed his jaws until his teeth touched wood and pulled the stick away, scraping the marshmallow goodie off his spear. Even in the fading light, I could see his throat muscles working as he chewed and swallowed it. Then, opening his mouth wide, he popped the scorched, crispy marshmallow cup inside, chewing it with great relish and gusto as if he was sampling some of the world’s finest cuisine. I can only imagine that the expression of pure bliss on Rob’s face must have been close to the expression on my face whenever I indulged in a helping of Shawn’s ‘special’ scrambled eggs.
Rob smacked his lips, propped up his stick against the back of his lawn chair, rubbed the palms of his hands together vigorously, and announced, “Now for some dessert.”
He was looking at me when he said that. More specifically, he was looking at my crotch.
He rose to his feet and, without any pomp or circumstance or permission, quickly covered the short distance between our chairs, crawled onto my chaise lounge between my legs, and sucked my semi-soft dick into his still-hungry mouth. He must have been starving. He had my cock rock solid in no time at all. The bloated head easily slid deep into his throat and out again as he bobbed his head. His nose poked my belly with each cycle.
I was just getting into it when Rob pulled his head off my dick, looked over his shoulder, and said, “Shawn, could you get me a condom and some lube, please?” Without waiting for a response, he gave my dick a few more teasing slurps before pulling away again and clambering to his feet beside my chair. He reached out his hand for mine and said, “C’mon. Stand up.” I took his hand in mine and he pulled me out of the lounger and onto my feet. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of me and started sucking me off again. I was just getting into the idea of shoving my cock up Rob’s ass when Shawn reappeared. He handed the condom and tube of lubrication to me. Once again, Rob pulled his mouth off my dick and looked up at me. “Give that to Jason.”
“Robbie?” Jason said. “Are you sure about this? I thought you were scared of me where sex is concerned.”
“I am, Jason. No offense, but look at you. I’m like half your size. You could tear me limb from limb without even trying.” He took a quick glance at Jason’s rising cock. “I’ve never had anything that big in my butt, but I took it down my throat today without choking on it, so I’m pretty damned sure I can take it up my ass. I’m ready for it now and I’m afraid I might chicken out if I wait until later.”
“It can get pretty rough, Rob,” I said. “Jason goes balls-deep every time.”
He looked at me from where he was kneeling on the ground. “You don’t have to tell me, Scott. I’ve seen how he fucks you. But if you can handle it, so can I. Besides, maybe it will help make up for what Tom did to him.”
My heart came to a stop and my breath caught in my throat. My mind screamed a silent ‘oh shit!’ which echoed and flew around inside my brain like numbered balls bouncing around in a lotto machine on lottery draw night.
I had a sudden and very bad felling that Rob’s picture would be in tomorrow’s newspaper headlines, but not for winning the jackpot.
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
How I always love coming back to Jason and Scott!
This story is wonderful!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
Wow, an unexpected surprise - You Tease, lol. All this back and forth, and I had not a clue that this is the story you were working on.
It's good to see the boys are all alive and well - Oooops! Damn, Rob, that was the WRONG thing to say. Jason is NOT looking for "payback" from you. You were an innocent dupe in the whole thing.
A cliffhanger, indeed. Jason is going to be pissed, royal, but I don't think he's going to kill Rob. Set him straight on a few facts, yeah, but not kill him.
Other than that, it was a great chapter - a nice day in the country. Surprise, by the way, I have an expanded "farm house" we can move into and start sharing our time between the town home and the country home.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
Yay, I love this story! XD
Oh Rob, why did you have to go and say that? This will end in tears.
You depend on our protection yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth!
I know you'll find your own way when I'm not with you tonight.
YEAH, I'm so glad you are back on writing Taking Care of Jason!! Love this story! Keep it up Neil
So fucking hot!!! Wish they could teach me a few things...
Great story, isn't it?
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
^ It will be updated soon, I hope. I'm writing the final scene now, and I have to make it worth the wait.
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
Jason was out of his lounger, had pounced over my chaise lounge, and was on Rob before my premonition had time to take root in my head. Before I could even react, he’d latched onto Rob’s ribcage and not only lifted him to his feet, but he’d lifted Rob off them as well. Rob hung there, eye-to-terrified eye with Jason, his feet dangling in midair somewhere below Jason’s knees.
My hand shot out and grabbed Jason’s forearm just above his wrist. “Jason, st. . .”
I didn’t have time to get the ‘op’ out before Jason turned on me. The anger in his face almost made me step back but I forced myself to stay there and stand up to him. “Stay out of this, Scott!” he roared. “This is between me and Robert!”
“Please,” I begged helplessly.
“I said to stay the fuck out of this, Scott. Now back off!!” A jerk of his elbow shoved my arm away and I lost my grip on his arm. I knew enough to back off. There was little I could do except to stand close by and try to stop Jason from ripping Rob’s arms and legs from their sockets. I saw Shawn move out of the corner of my eye. A quick glance showed me that he was still sitting, but he was now on the front edge of his lawn chair ready to move to help me if necessary. James looked just as terrified as I felt and not at all sure what he should do.
Jason turned his attention back to Rob. Even in the fading light, I could see his face burning red. I’d never seen his eyes filled with so much fury. His teeth were clenched and his lips were pulled tight. His jaws were working and his temples throbbed. His nostrils flared and he was breathing so hard through them that he ruffled Rob’s hair with every exhaled breath.
He stood there, effortlessly holding Rob in mid air. Rob might have been a blow-up rubber doll for all the strain he put on Jason’s muscular arms. I stood there holding my breath. My lungs were about to burst when he finally spoke: “Don’t you ever, ever apologise for that asshole again, and don’t you ever think you have to make up for what he did! Do you hear me!?”
Rob, who looked as though he was either about to cry or to lose total control of his bladder and bowels, ratcheted his head up and down in a brain-sloshing nod.
Rob’s voice was a mousy squeak, the word not even audible above the sound of Jason’s angry breath and the crackling of the fire. “Yes.”
Jason gave him a neck-snapping jerk. “Say it!!
“Yes!” Tears were flowing freely down Rob’s face now.
Jason hesitated a moment or two. “Am I scaring you, Robert?” he asked ominously.
“Ye-es,” Rob stuttered when he sobbed, then repeated, “Yes.”
Jason’s face relaxed. The anger was suddenly gone. When he spoke again, his voice was surprisingly calm. “Good.” He gently set Rob back on the grass and moved his hands to Rob’s upper arms. I let my breath out in long sigh of relief and my whole body came out of DEFCON 1 mode and zipped back to DEFCON 5 in a split second.
Rob still wasn’t sure what was going on but, as Jason continued, he slowly stopped crying and began to relax as well. “I want you to remember how scared you were, Robbie, ‘cause this will feel like a day at Disneyland compared to what you’re going to feel if I ever hear of you doing anything to apologise or make up for what that asshat did. You’re not responsible. It wasn’t your fault. Understand? There wasn’t anything you could have done to stop him. There wasn’t anything any of us could have done. He had us all fooled, and he used all of us to get what he wanted. If anyone’s to blame, it’s him.”
“Was he always like that, Rob?” I asked.
Rob shook his head back and forth. His cheeks were still moist, but he was much more calm and at ease. “Not as bad at first. He used to ask me to do things for him. You know, like he’d ask for a blowjob or if he could fuck me, and then he’d tell me how to do it so I could do it better.”
“Did he do anything back to you?” Jason asked.
Again, Rob shook his head. “I thought that was the way it was supposed to be.”
“What in hell gave you that idea?” Jason demanded. He seemed to be laughing in disbelief when he said it.
“That’s the way it was with you and Scott.”
The laughter disappeared from Jason’s face and he suddenly looked very embarrassed. “Whoa! Hang on right there, Sparky,” he said. “That was the way it was with me. Not me and Scotty.” He took a deep breath which swelled his massive chest a size or two. “Look, I’m sorry if my stupidity gave you the impression that what I did was normal in a relationship. It wasn’t. Not by a long shot. I was a total asshole back then and I treated Scott like a piece of shit. I admit it. But that’s not the way it should be.”
“But you changed,” Rob offered.
“No, Rob. I changed when I became an asshole long before I even met Scott, and I changed so nobody would ever know I liked guys. I didn’t have the balls to be man enough to treat Scott like the gentleman he is. Now I don’t give a shit who knows I’m gay. Scott was more important to me than what people might think of me. That’s why I went back to being myself.”
Rob thought in silence for a long minute, looking down at the grass at his feet. “I guess I always hoped Tom would change like you did.”
“Why would he, Rob?” That, surprisingly, came from James. All heads turned to him and he suddenly sat upright in his chair, closed his legs, and folded his hands in his lap. He turned his head to face Shawn. “Well, why would he? I mean, from what I’ve seen and heard, Tom had it made in the shade. Rob was his personal sex slave. Why would he. . .” His jaw dropped as he realised what he had just said and he looked quickly at Rob. There was as much apology in his face as there was in his voice. Even in the fading light I could see his ears turning bright red. “Oh, I’m sorry Rob,” he said emphatically. “I didn’t mean. . .”
“That’s okay, James. I guess I was, wasn’t I?”
“Thanks,” James replied shyly. His head bowed slightly and he looked at Shawn for help.
“I think I know what James was trying to say, Rob,” Shawn added quickly. “You did everything you could for Tom and about all he had to do was feed you. You even had to cook it yourself. I’d be willing to bet that he didn’t do so much as help you with the dishes.”
Rob’s answer was a slow shake of his head.
“Did he know about you and Will?”
Rob nodded his head this time. “I told him on our third date when we went out for dinner. I told him how Scott stopped Jason from hurting me and then how Jason helped me get away from Will so he. . . you know, so I wouldn’t end up like Red. That was the same night we went back to Tom’s place and had sex the first time, the night I found out how much I really loved giving blowjobs. It’s also the night I told him I thought I was falling in love with him.”
“And that’s the night he pegged you as a sucker,” Jason concluded. “James was right, Rob. You were Tom’s personal sex slave. After what you told him, he guessed you were lonely and desperate enough to submit to anything he wanted, and he was right.”
“And all he had to do was to threaten to take it all away to keep you there, didn’t he?” That was my question to Rob.
He turned his eyes to mine. His eyes were full of guilty surprise. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.” I glanced at Jason and smiled ever-so-slightly and gave him a quick, tiny wink. He returned it. Rob looked from me to Jason and back again, and then he said, “Oh.”
The look of surprise in Rob’s face and eyes turned sad. It was a while before he spoke, but we all waited for him. Finally he said, “He didn’t really love me, did he, Scott?”
“No, Rob,” I told him. “I don’t think he did. He loved what you did for him, but I don’t think he loved you.”
It was another short while before he replied in a soft, shaky voice, “I wanted him to.”
Jason answered before I could. “We know, Robbie.” Jason put a friendly arm over Rob’s shoulders. “Forget about the one who didn’t love you and concentrate on the ones who do.”
Rob was a Lilliputian to Jason’s Gulliver, David to Jason’s Goliath, Stan Laurel to. . . well, you get the idea. Seeing them standing side-by-side like that, it was clear why my guy scared the shit out of my diminutive, blond-haired friend. I’m a bit shorter than Jason, and Rob’s a bit shorter than I am, but physically I’m much more substantial than Rob is. He’s not what I would call skinny, but he certainly is slim. Compared to Jason, Rob looked like a Volkswagen Bug to a Cadillac. To Rob, Jason’s hardon must have looked like a baseball bat on steroids, and just the thought of having it shoved up his ass must have made Rob’s asshole feel like size nine feet being shoved into a pair of size six shoes. If it could talk, I’m sure his ass would have said, “N’uh uh! Not this boy! No way, pal!”
All of which had made me wonder why Rob had made the offer to let Jason fuck him in the first place, at least until he dropped the ‘Tom’ bomb. Still, I felt there was more to it than that, more even than his explanation that he was ready for it and it was now or never. I was soon to discover that I was right.
“Are you okay, Robbie?” Jason asked, giving Rob a friendly squeeze. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m okay I guess. I just feel a bit responsible for messing up the party here. I didn’t mean to put the brakes on it.”
“The night isn’t over yet, Robbie.” Jason was smiling widely as he looked down at Rob. “Come on. Let’s kick back and finish our beers and let things settle down a bit. Then we’ll see what happens, okay?” Jason gave Rob a quick two-armed hug which pulled Rob close to his body and practically made him disappear entirely. “C’mon. Let’s sit for a bit,” he added. He released Rob, stepped over my chaise again, and plopped his but back down in his own lounger.
Rob looked at me and smiled with a great deal of relief on his face. He approached his chair, grabbed up the chair and his stick and what was left of the bag of marshmallows, and sat down as close to me as the aluminum frames would allow.
As he skewered two marshmallows on the end of his roasting stick, Jason said, “Hey, Robbie. Can I ask you a question?”
“After that time here with me and Scottie and you had your first taste of my dick and you gave up on it after only a few licks, I didn’t think you’d ever come near it again.”
“I didn’t think I would, either.”
“Then why did you suck me off in the car? To make up for what that asshat did?”
Rob stuck his sugary treats into the campfire and thought silently for almost a minute before responding. I really had to strain my ears to hear him.
Jason, who obviously hadn’t heard him, asked, “What did he say, Babe?”
“He said ‘That was part of it,’” I told him.
“What was the other part, Robbie?”
Rob pulled his roasting stick out of the flames, checked the progress of his marshmallows, and stuck the stick with its impaled marshmallow puffs back in. He drew in a huge, relaxing breath and said, “I guess I was hoping if you knew I would give you blowjobs whenever you wanted them, you’d let me stay at your place.”
Jason gave a little laugh. “I already told you that you could stay with us.”
Rob turned slightly so he could look at Jason. “But only until my parents come back. Don’t you see? I don’t want to live there anymore. I like being away from them. I especially like being with you guys.” He glanced at me and at Shawn and James as well. “All of you. I’m happy when I’m around you. You all make me feel. . . loved.”
“Of course we love you, Rob,” I said calmly. “I’ve liked you from the day I met you. You didn’t fit in with Will and Red. And I have to admit that I thought you were as cute as fuck, and I’ve grown to love you more and more since then. But surely your parents love you, too.”
“Oh, they do, Scott, and Mom seems okay that I’m gay, but I don’t think my Dad’s too keen on having a cocksucker for a son. But that’s not the only reason I don’t want to live there.” From this moment, Rob’s speech became more anxious and intense as he went along. His emotions became caught up in the moment and his mouth started talking before his brain had figured out what he wanted to say. “I’m almost twenty years old for fuck’s sake. I’m not a little kid anymore. Okay, I’m small and skinny and I’m nothing anyone would want to take home to meet Mommy, but I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a grown man for fuck’s sake, and I can take care of myself. And if that means having to suck your cock, Jason, or get fucked up the ass by it so I have a safe place to sleep and something to eat and friends around me who really love me, then I’ll fucking well do it, no matter how much it scares me! I might not be able to pay rent with cash, but I sure as hell can earn my keep by doing what I do best, whether it scares the shit out of me or not, and getting fucked is certainly what I seem to do best, right? What else. . . ?”
Rob suddenly clamped his mouth shut and looked around at everyone again before turning his attention to the campfire where his marshmallows were now little more than blobs of sugary charcoal. He grabbed up my roasting stick which was lying on the grass between us and scraped the melted globs off his own stick and into the fire. “Fuck,” he said as he reached for the mostly-empty bag of marshmallows. “Just forget I said anything, okay? I should learn to keep my fuckin’ mouth shut!”
There was momentary uncomfortable silence as Rob shoved two more marshmallows onto his stick. To break it, I spoke: “Rob, it’s too late to take back what you said, okay? And it’s too late for us to pretend we didn’t hear you. But we wouldn’t have known what you were really thinking if you hadn’t told us just now.”
“Look, Robbie,” Jason continued as Rob leaned forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and put his marshmallow treats into the fire and watched them disappear in the dancing flames, “I don’t want you to think you have to pay any rent with blowjobs or anything else just so you have a roof over your head and food in your belly. I told you I’d watch out for you and I will. You can stay with us as long as you want, or until we get sick of having you around, or until Shawnie gets tired of feeding you, whichever comes first.” He paused for the briefest of moments to give a little two ‘ha’ chuckle to let Rob know that he was joking. “Seriously, though, Robbie, you’re forgetting the Golden Rule: Nobody ever does anything that they don’t want to do, no matter what reason they might have for doing it.”
Without looking up, Rob responded: “But that’s just it, Jason. I’d convinced myself that I had to do it, and when Scott told you in the car that you’d have to wait because he couldn’t get into position to do it, I just did it. I was convinced you were going to shove my head down on it and choke me to death, but after I started sucking you off and got used to having my jaws stretched around that jawbreaker of yours, I discovered that I really liked doing it for you, especially when you weren’t going to kill me with it. It didn’t scare me so much anymore, and I really started wanting to do it.” After a moment’s pause, he added in a quieter voice, “I still do.”
With that, Rob glanced over at the foot of my lounger, then at my face. His free hand pointed. “Can I sit there?” he mumbled.
“Sure,” I said. “If you want.”
As he rose to his feet, I spread my legs, dropping my feet to the ground at the sides of my chair, to make room for him. He sat as close to me as he could while still being able to continue roasting his marshmallows. He looked over his shoulder at me and the space between us. “Scooch up a bit,” he ordered.
I scooched up.
“Closer,” he added. “All the way. He reached back to grab my wrist and wrap it around his belly when I was as close to him as I could get. I took that to mean that he wanted to be held and I wrapped my other arm around him as well. Rob settled back against my chest and sighed heavily. My soft cock nudged against his butt cheeks, settling in the hot, firm-but-soft valley of flesh between them. A moment later, Rob’s rapidly stiffening prick began bouncing against the back of my hand with a steady rhythm.
I loved Rob dearly as a friend, and I still found him as cute as fuck, but I got the feeling that Rob, although he would likely never admit it, loved me more than as a mere friend. I was, after all, the first person to really care for him. I was his protector from Jason’s fury. I was the first ever to have sex with him. I gave him his first ever orgasm which wasn’t brought on by his own hand. I taught Rob how to have sex with another guy. And I was probably the first person to kiss him in a romantic way. That creates a special bond between two people which never really goes away.
I still remember the first guy I ever had sex with. His name was Tony and he stuffed a pair of jeans like nobody else could. He was gorgeous and sexy, but I’d be lying if I denied that I wasn’t attracted to what hung between his legs. I’m not one to drop numbers, but, in Tony’s case, I’ll make an exception: seven and nine. Tony was as big soft as I was hard. He wore it well, though. He moved into town when I was in high school and was placed in my homeroom. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Tony had me pegged the very first day and took me home with him after classes finished.
I fell in love with Tony that day and, despite being very popular with both they guys and gals, we had almost two years of mind-blowing sex until Tony’s girlfriend, who he’d been dating for seven months, became pregnant during our final year. That put an end to our sex. Tony devoted himself to his fiancée and their upcoming marriage slated for three weeks after we graduated. I was invited to the wedding.
I didn’t see him again after the wedding. Not even so much as a phone call. So, imagine my surprise when Tony showed up at my place about a week and a half before I moved away to attend college. “Are your parents home?” I shook my head ‘no’. “I don’t have much time,” he said. “Come on.” He headed straight for my bedroom and I followed close behind. He knew where to go. He’d been there plenty of times and had even slept overnight when my parents went away for the weekend. He stepped inside my room and stopped.
I closed and locked my door. When I turned back to face Tony, I expected him to find him with his jeans around his ankles as I’d often found him before, but ‘no’. He was standing right there in front of me and he dropped to his knees. He opened my jeans, pushed them down my hips, and sucked my soft cock into his mouth. He didn’t stop sucking until I blew my load down his throat.
When my cock was completely drained and soft, he let it slip from his lips and he rose to his feet in front of me. I reached out for his crotch, but he grabbed my wrist and held it firm. “Thanks for everything, Scott,” he said sadly, “but this will never happen again.” He forced a one-sided smile onto his lips, but there was no happiness in his eyes. “Goodbye,” he said with abrupt finality. Without another word, he left me standing there in my bedroom, stunned, naked, and not at all certain what emotion I should have been feeling.
I still love Tony. He was special. He was my first. And I was Rob’s first. I was his mentor. I taught him how to have sex. Being first is quite a responsibility when emotions are involved.
So, anyway, there I was, sitting with my arms wrapped around Rob and holding him and comforting him. Whatever thoughts were going though his mind, my arms around him were, apparently, very necessary, as was my prick poking his ass cheeks. I had a pretty good idea of how he was feeling and what he was thinking. He was alone and he was scared and he was willing to do whatever was necessary to make amends for something he felt responsible for. He was also terrified about what his life would be like if we kicked him out of the house. I think he was most terrified, though, of losing our friendship.
I pulled him closer to me as if to show him that I’d stick by him no matter what. That proximity, however, promptly caused a rapid rise in my prick and I released my hold on Rob to reach between us so I could lift it upright. When I pulled my hand back out and wrapped it around my friend again, my cock became trapped between us. That allowed my balls to cozy up to Rob’s firm butt cheeks. I glanced over at Jason. He just gave me a one-shoulder shrug, and a bobblehead nod, and a knock-yourself-out wink. Then, with a wide grin, he opened his mouth into a big, round ‘O’, made a circle from his thumb and fingers and lifted it to his lips, and made an in-and-out motion with his hand which left no doubt whatsoever what he meant.
Rob stayed quiet for the most part, idly and almost mindlessly roasting and eating his marshmallows. The rest of us made casual conversation by talking about the house beyond the hedgerow and the possibility of moving out here permanently or, at the very least, sharing our time here and back at the apartment in the city. Shawn wasn’t bothered as long as long as he got a nice raise in pay. “If I’m going to be hauling my ass all over the county a couple of times a week looking after two houses and all you guys, you’d better make it worth my while.”
Jason’s voice took a decided ‘tone’ that didn’t come across quite as scary as it was supposed to because of the silly grin he couldn’t stop from creeping into his handsome, rugged face. “First of all, S-h-a-w-n, I’ll be the one haulin’ your ass all over the county. Two, you’ll only be taking care of one house at a time. And C, if Scott didn’t like shoving his face in your ass so much, I’d be hauling it off to the unemployment office. I mean, what’s your ass ever done for me?”
“It’s kept your ‘Babe’ happy enough,” Shawn countered with supreme self-confidence, “and it’s kept him off the streets at night. You think it’s your sorry dick that’s keeping him at home every night? No way, Jason. It’s my ass that’s keeping him there and you know it.”
Jason couldn’t hold it back and let out a huge roar of laughter. “Fuck you, Shawnie! Why don’t you just kiss mine!?”
“You produce it and I’ll seduce it, B-o-s-s!” Shawn laughed back with as much sarcasm in the word ‘Boss’ as Jason had put into Shawn’s name. It broke me up, too, and it broke me up even more when Jason jumped up on the other side of his lounger (there wasn’t enough room to stand between his chair and mine), turned around and bent over with his ass facing Shawn, braced himself on the aluminum frame of his chair, and said, “Pucker up, buddy.” Even Rob paused in his marshmallow roasting to turn his attention to Jason and Shawn’s antics.
Shawn puckered up, all right. He left his chair and dropped to his knees behind Jason, clamped his hands on Jason’s hips, puckered his lips, and kissed Jason’s ass. Both cheeks. Several times each, in fact. “O-o-o-o, Shawnie,” Jason said. “I didn’t know you loved me that much.” Shawn paused for a serious dose of butt cheek sucking and then he kissed Jason’s ass several more times. There were lots of slobbery, sucking sounds and each of Shawn’s kisses were accompanied by a loud, sloppy smack of soggy lips on smooth butt skin.
“Oh, yeah,” Jason groaned jokingly as he looked up at me with an enormous grin on his face. “Now there’s a good boy.” The self-satisfied grin disappeared from Jason’s face and his eyes clenched in obvious pain. His sudden, ear-piercing howl echoed off the trees and bounced around the campground, setting a small flock of some sort of bird into the night. Apparently, Shawn had sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of Jason’s ample butt cheek. Still, Jason was laughing as he bolted upright, yanked his ass out of Shawn’s dental vice, and spun himself around.
As it turned out, Jason had enjoyed Shawn’s butt kissing a lot more than his joking had led me to believe. His plumped, half-hard cock almost smacked Shawn across the cheek and waved back and forth a few times like a saggy metronome. Shawn did the only thing he could do in that situation. He grabbed Jason’s cock in his hand and slid the head past his lips and into his mouth. Jason’s jaw fell open, his eyelids drooped, and his head lolled back. His fingers lodged themselves in Shawn’s silky, blond locks. Shawn was giving Jason’s meat some serious lip service. It might have scared the shit out of Rob, but Shawn had no fear of it. Or maybe he really was pushing for that raise.
The firelight danced on Jason and Shawn, leaving one side of them in shadows. Jason was completely naked, of course. Shawn, nearly so. He was still wearing the thin shorts which, despite being relatively loose, clung to his tantalising ass and dug deep into the valley between his plump, rounded cheeks as he knelt in front of my protector. I knew well what those shorts were feeling. I knew what they were feeling and tasting and smelling (if shorts were able to feel and taste and smell, of course). My face had been in there often enough. At that moment, they were doing nothing more than what they did best – making Shawn’s ass look even better than it usually did. It wasn’t often that I was jealous of a piece of clothing.
The two were soon joined by James, who was as nearly naked as Shawn. His hard cock cast a great, long shadow from the centre of his crotch to his right hip where his uncut cockhead lay concealed but completely visible beneath the pale denim of his shorts. Two oval-shaped mounds at the joint of his legs outlined his balls. The button was undone and the zipper was pulled down a bit and the denim flaps were peeled back into a mouthwatering V-shape, not quite far enough to see his short ‘n curlies, but far enough to see the delightful treasure trail of fuzz which sprouted out of that V and pointed up toward his innie bellybutton like a furry, stretched-out arrowhead. Nakedness can be fun, but there’s a lot to be said in favour of a nice, tight pair of shorts on sexy young men. More is not always better. Leave some fun for the imagination. And, at that moment, James was leaving more than enough for the imagination to have fun with.
James dropped to his knees beside his boyfriend, threw a loving arm over Shawn’s shoulders, and nuzzled his face between Shawn’s face and Jason’s pelvis. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could easily guess that he was paying some serious lip service to the shaft of Jason’s pocket rocket while Shawn tended to the bloated head.
James was a pleasant surprise to me, morphing from a shy, quite young man who couldn’t even say the word ‘sex’ to one who seemed to lose himself in the moment and jump right in with both feet, both hands, both lips, and both anything else that was available. He was like Shawn had been in the beginning. He, too, would get lost in a zone somewhere in his brain and do things he didn’t even know he was doing. As long as he was sharing it with Shawn, it appeared that James would do just about anything his new boyfriend was doing. It was going to be fun having him around. Jason had already resigned himself to the fact that his family had grown by one more with James. I didn’t mind. James and Shawn made some mighty intoxicating eye candy. Besides, Shawn was very happy camper and Jason liked seeing his friends happy.
Rob, meanwhile, had abandoned his marshmallows. The plastic bag lay somewhere on the ground near his feet and his roasting stick, with two of the blackened sugary, puffy treats still impaled on the tip, dangled loosely in his right hand. His left hand was otherwise occupied in his lap. Rob appeared to be ambidextrous when it came to jerking off. Whichever hand was available seemed quite able to do the job. His attention was now locked on the trio off to our side.
It wasn’t long before Rob dropped his roasting stick to the ground and spun around to his right where he refocused his attention on my midsection. His right hand wrapped around my cock which was sprouting out ramrod straight from my lap. It took up a stroking motion, matching tempo with his other hand. Rob kept stroking until the swollen, tender glans suddenly pulsated like a cartoon cannon and great glob of clear lube came rushing through the shaft and oozing out of the piss slit like a bubble of lava making its way to the surface of a volcano. Both of Rob’s hands stopped stroking and his thumb moved to my cockhead. It began to smear the slick, sticky liquid around the vibrating, taut skin.
Rob was in silhouette against the campfire. The only way I could tell that he shifted so he was looking at my face was by seeing the black, firelight-rimmed head rise in the darkness. His voice came to me in a whisper over the crackling of the fire and the sounds of sucking coming from my left. “Can I suck it, Scott?”
I kept my voice low as well. “You’ve never had to ask me before, Rob.”
“I know,” he said. “I didn’t want you to think I was. . . you know. . . making up for. . . you know, Tom.”
“Are you?” I asked.
“No, Scott.” His head shook back and forth a few times. “I’m doing it for me. I love doing, and I love doig it for you. I especially love doing it to you more than anyone else. Even Tom. Believe me, Scott. There’s nobody else in the whole world that I’d rather do it for.”
“Okay,” I replied. “Here, let me lean this chair back down so I can blow you, too.”
“No. I. . .” Rob fell silent and abandoned his cock. He rolled onto his knees between my legs and gave my cock a few more strokes before leaning forward and capturing it in his mouth. The head slid over his tongue, pressing against the entrance to his throat, and then it entered, smoothly and easily. In seconds, there was no more cock to go in. He had it all and his lips surrounded the base. His chin nudged my nuts and his nose made a significant dent in my belly. I hoped that Rob was sucking me off because he truly wanted to, but I couldn’t get it out of my head that he was auditioning for his role as a new roommate. I shoved that thought way into the back of my mind, though. Rob’s mouthwork felt too fuckin’ good to ignore.
Rob switched hands, his left one coming up between my legs to grasp my balls in a gentle grip and play with them while his right hand went between his own legs and continued making magnificent five-fingered music on his own skin flute. His mouth played a symphony on mine. Tom might have been an asshole, but he sure as hell knew how to teach a guy how to suck cock. I can’t fault him for that.
I leaned my head back against the lounger back and closed my eyes to everything else except the magic Rob was making in my crotch. His head bobbed and twisted. His tongue twirled and swirled. With each upstroke, it felt as if he was trying to suck ice cream through a straw. In my case, it felt as though he was trying to suck my balls right up through the piss tube.
I luxuriated in Rob’s oral ministrations for several minutes until he lifted his mouth away from my dick, moving his attention to my balls while a new mouth took over on my cock. I didn’t have to open my eyes to recognise Jason’s lips and tongue, but I opened them anyway. I loved watching my dick disappearing into Jason’s face. He looked more like someone who would bite off a cock, chew it up, and spit it out than to suck it willingly. He hardly looked like someone who could treat a hardon with such gentleness and tenderness and with such a desire to make it feel as good as he could possibly make it feel.
Jason knew my passions the first night I sucked his cock. He knew cocksucking was a hobby of mine (more of an obsession, actually), but he also knew that I loved him more than anyone else in the world and that my devotion and loyalty to him was unquestionable. There wasn’t anything we wouldn’t do for each other. Everything I do for everybody else I do to satisfy my own perverted desires. (Except maybe for Shawn. I do what I do for Shawn because he deserves it for everything he does for me.) At that moment, though, Jason was ‘doing for me’ and I was losing myself in watching his head sink lower toward my crotch and feeling my cock slide past his lips and as far into his eager throat as he could take it without choking on it.
He had squeezed himself between my lounger, deserting Shawn and James who, it seemed, had suddenly found each others’ mouths more interesting than Jason’s cock. They were busy doing some first-rate tongue jousting worthy King Arthur’s Court (if tongue jousting were an actual medieval event, that is). James still had his arm thrown over Shawn’s bare shoulders, but now Shawn had his arm thrown over James’ shoulders as well. Their free hands were very busy in each other’s crotches, rubbing solid tubes of flesh and cum-filled balls that loved being rubbed. James’ cock was still pointing toward his right hip, but Shawn’s poked the material of is thin, stretchy shorts into an enormous tent that actually cast a shadow. As I watched, James placed the palm of his hand flat against Shawn’s heaving belly and slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband and wrapped itself firmly around Shawn’s tent pole. Shawn’s shorts ballooned and deflated like a bullfrog’s throat when James started stroking his dick. I love seeing horny young men making each other feel good.
Not to be outdone, Shawn carefully unzipped James’ cut-offs the rest of the way and grasped the hidden ramrod as soon as it was free from its denim cage. James’ stroking, meanwhile, had the effect of working the shorts down and over his hand where it became hung up on Shawn’s hardon. With a simple flick of his wrist, James flipped the shorts over Shawn’s cockhead where they easily slid down, over grasping fingers, becoming lodged at the base of James’ hand. Shawn’s balls were still trapped in the shorts, but both cocks were breathing the crisp, night air and winking at the stars overhead. If ever there was a pair of loving hands, I was looking at them. It was easy to see that there was a lot more than mere lust going on there.
Jason gagged and choked at that moment, bringing my attention back to what was going on in my lap. He still had a problem with deep throat when he tried too hard and went too fast. He yanked his mouth up and away from me, swallowing and gasping as he tried to get his gagging under control. Rob jumped to Jason’s rescue and swallowed my cock again. He did it completely and easily. He wasn’t showing off or anything. He was just very good at it and he wasn’t one to let a good hardon go to waste.
Jason reached out for his beer which sat on the ground beside his chair and took a quick swig to wash down the tickle left over from his little gagging session. There must have still been a bit of an itch because he chugged the rest of it and tucked the empty bottle under my lounger.
Rob lifted his mouth off my dick long enough to say to Jason, “Grab that condom, will ya, Jason?”
Jason’s face was mostly in shadow, but I could tell that he glanced at me. All I could do was to shrug to let him know that the decision was his. The shadow of his head moved again, looking now at Rob who was still kneeling between my spread legs. “Are you doing this for me or for you or for somebody else?”
“Partly for you, Jason, but mostly for me. And certainly not for anyone else. That fucker of yours still scares the crap out of me, but I have to know if I can take it, and now is as good a time as any. I don’t want to be afraid of you anymore, and if I don’t let you fuck me now, I’ll always be afraid of it. Whatever happens tonight, I’ll know one way or the other, and I won’t be afraid of it anymore. Does that make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense to me, Babe,” I told Jason.
I could see Jason’s shoulders rise in a shrug. “Okay,” he said. He stretched again to reach for the unopened condom.
“You’ll stop if I ask you to, though, right?” Rob asked somewhat sheepishly.
“Just say the word, Robbie,” Jason replied, “and I’m outa there.”
Nobody noticed my little smile at Jason’s pun. I’m not surprised, though. Everybody had more important things on their minds besides puns. There were a whole lot of toys waiting anxiously and impatiently to be played with. They didn’t have to wait long.
“The rubber’s pre-lubed, Robbie,” Jason said as he ripped open the small package. “Is that enough or do you want me to lube you up as well?”
“Does Scott use lube?”
“Then I won’t, either.”
As Jason rolled the condom on his rod, Rob repositioned himself, planting his feet on the ground and straddling my lounger. He planted his cheek on my left thigh close enough to my crotch that I could feel his breath wafting over my nuts. His right hand was wrapped around my cock, holding on to it as if his life depended on it. I suppose he might have thought it did.
He braced himself as Jason took his place behind him. His grip on my dick tightened when Jason’s dickhead found Rob’s rosebud and it tightened even more as Jason pressed forward. There were two moments when Rob begged for Jason to stop. The first occurred when Jason’s cockhead pushed into Rob’s asshole, probably stretching it more than it had ever been stretched before. . . at least from the outside in. Rob’s hand, the one not squeezing the hell out of my prick, whipped back to plant itself against Jason’s upper thigh, pushing against it. “Stop!” he groaned, and then, with a painful moan, “No! Don’t take it out! Just wait.” He panted hard a few times, his hot breath blowing over my cock, and he let loose a squeal or two before he relaxed the pressure on Jason’s leg. “Okay. I’m okay. Go slow,” he said.
The second time happened (as my suspicions were later confirmed) when Jason’s widely-flared cockhead popped through Rob’s ass ring. Rob’s agonised scream split the night as his free hand flew to my thigh and his fingernails dug into my flesh. I quickly grabbed his hand in mine and squeezed hard. He squeezed back. His other hand squeezed my cock as if he was trying to squeeze off the flow of a garden hose. “Oh, God, Scott! It hurts!”
“I know, Rob,” I said as softly and encouragingly as I could. “Do you want Jason to stop?”
Rob didn’t speak. He merely shook his head back and forth.
“The pain will stop, Rob. Trust me. Just relax and it will stop.”
Seconds passed like minutes, but each second that went by brought a change in my friend. His grip eased on both my hand and my cock, his panicked breath slowed with each exhale and became more excited than anxious. I could almost feel his body relaxing and I knew from personal experience what that meant. A relaxed body equals a relaxed asshole, and a relaxed asshole welcomes an intruding cock much more easily. Jason’s sudden soft groan told me that he was sliding in with barely any effort on his part. I knew Jason had hit home and Rob had his answer when both of them let out a long, breathy sigh of absolute contentment. I knew that feeling – the one Rob was feeling – very well. Jason’s dick was built to make that feeling happen, and he was an expert at using it.
Jason’s hips began to move and Rob’s face nuzzled closer to my hand-wrapped cock. It hadn’t lost a single smidgen of its hardness despite the lack of attention. There was far too much action going on around me to let soggy noodle syndrome settle in. It wasn’t long before Rob’s mouth returned to what it had been doing a few minutes earlier – giving me a first-class blowjob. But it was even more first-class now. Having Jason’s cock pumping his ass sent Rob’s sucking machine into overdrive and it suddenly felt like my dick was stuck in a Hoover Deluxe.
Before long, Rob began rocking on my cock, his head and mouth pushing down on it with a steady rhythm. There was a soft grunt each time my cockhead popped into his throat. It didn’t take me long to figure out that it was Jason’s thrusts which were causing it. My pelvic thrusts began to coincide with Jason’s rhythm. Each time he thrust in, I hunched up. Rob was getting fucked from both ends and he wasn’t complaining a bit.
My head lolled back against my chaise and my eyelids drooped as the wonderful feelings flooded through me. I stayed there like that until I felt something bump against my arm. It was skin. I opened my eyes and looked to my right. The unmistakable, easily-recognisable cock belonging to our gorgeous, blond housekeeper was aimed directly at my face - or, more precisely, directly at my lips. I did what any dyed-in-the-wool, hardcore cocksucker would do when a delicious slab of prime manmeat is presented to him in such a way: I sucked it.
I didn’t really have to exert any extra effort other than opening my mouth and tilt my head when necessary. Shawn did the rest. He just pushed his hips forward and didn’t stop until his cock was as deep in my throat as he could get it. When it was in, he pulled it almost all the way back out, and then he pushed it in again. Back and forth, in and out. It felt like he was stuffing a turkey, but I never tasted stuffing as tasty as that. And it was so moist and juicy and perfectly basted.
I almost cried when he pulled his rod out entirely after nine or ten thrusts, but I smiled when a nudge of his hand turned my head to the left where I was greeted by his counterpart’s equally tantalising meat. James stood there waiting, his dick clenched tightly in his hand. I looked up into his face, smiled, and then opened my mouth wide. He eagerly pushed it in to the hilt, removing his hand from his shaft and planting his palms on the sides of my head so he could guide my face forward until it was pasted against his belly. With Shawn’s encouragement, James slid his dick easily in and out a dozen times or so before passing me back to Shawn. A few more enjoyable thrusts from Shawn and it was back to James. I was in heaven. Jason was fucking Rob, Rob was jerking off and sucking me, and I was double-dining on Shawn and James. The only things lacking were two more cocks for my empty hands.
It was after my fourth or fifth round with James that I let his cock slide out of my mouth and I turned my head to find Shawn’s ass aimed my face instead of his dick. I wasn’t bothered. Hot cock or bounce-a-quarter-off-it butt. Either way, I knew I was in for some fine dining. My hands finally had something to do. I twisted my upper body a bit, planted one palm on each ass cheek, stuck my thumbs into the valley between them. I pulled them apart. My tongue found its target almost instantly and began to lave and tease and poke and drill.
I became preoccupied with Shawn’s butt, forgetting all about James until I heard Shawn gasp and I felt his ass cheeks tense and his butthole clench. I thought I had discovered a previously undiscovered happy spot that would switch on Shawn’s afterburners until I felt fingers on the backs of my hands. It took only a second or two to connect the fingers to the body and the body to the actions and the actions that made Shawn quiver: James. And it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what James was doing to Shawn that was sending Shawn into a tizzy. Shawn said something to James that I couldn’t really hear. I could guess, though, and I was guessing that he was admiring James’ new-found talents in the oral department of man sex.
Rob was still rocking on my cock, swallowing it with every thrust of Jason’s hips. Each thrust elicited a happy sound from Rob’s throat that tickled my dick. Jason was fucking with abandon, now, his upper thighs slapping against Rob’s butt cheeks. It was clear that Rob wasn’t afraid of Jason anymore and that he was getting to know the pleasure that is Jason. Nobody makes your insides feel better than Jason. I’m the cocksucking expert. Jason is the ass fucking expert.
Everybody’s actions contributed to the actions of everybody else, and that contributed to everybody else’s pleasure. I know I was close to popping several times over that evening, and although I’m not absolutely certain, I’m pretty sure Rob popped one off before I even started eating out Shawn’s ass. Which brings me back to Shawn. I completely expected James to finish him off, so imagine my surprised when James’ hands suddenly disappeared and Shawn stood up straight. He pulled his ass away from my face and turned around to face me, pointing his cock right at my face again. I was even more surprised when arms reached around from behind him – James’ arms – and the left hand grabbed Shawn’s balls while the right hand wrapped around Shawn’s spit-slick hardon. Shawn’s hands reached back to grab hold of his new best friend. I glanced up beyond Shawn’s heaving chest and saw his head tilted to one side. James’ face smiled down at me over his buddy’s shoulder.
The cock-holding hand started to stroke in earnest. It suddenly dawned on me that they were offering me Shawn’s load fresh from the pump rather than on a slice of toast or in my scrambled eggs. I’ll take it on my toast or in my scrambled eggs, but fresh is always better.
Shawn made it perfectly clear that he was on the verge of cumming, both with his grunts and squeals and his oo’s and oh’s. His body language silently screamed, “Aw, fuck!! I’m going to cum!!” I’m glad I was in position. All I had to do was open my mouth and say ‘Ah-h-h-h-h-h’.
I have to admit it: James’ aim was pretty damned good. As soon as the first spurt of jism blasted from Shawn’s cock, James’ hand froze, aiming the cock slit straight at my mouth. The next two shots were right on target, but the one after that did a belly flop on the right side of my upper lip when Shawn pushed forward too far. It left a string of cock cream from lip almost to my eye, so I leaned forward and sucked the head in so I wouldn’t miss another drop of it. I mean, we’re talking ambrosia here. You don’t just dismiss it the way you dismiss a bottle of champagne that’s lost its bubbles. Ball juice is too damned precious and delicious to use as a face cream.
Throughout the whole orgasm, Shawn made delightful happy sounds in his throat and his chest and belly heaved as he laboured for breath. One of his hands came forward and planted itself on the top of my head, digging his fingers into my scalp and pulling my head onto his cock until it was lodged at the entrance to my throat. My lips pressed against James’ hand. Two more shots of jism squirted directly into that entryway and I could feel them and the remaining oozing dribbles sliding down my throat. I could feel my own balls starting to boil over. My own orgasm wasn’t far off.
When Shawn’s spasms eased, I pulled my head back a bit to allow James to milk the final drops of cream out of Shawn’s balls. I did my part by sucking them through Shawn’s cock straw. Good to the last drop, believe me.
I was disappointed that it was over so soon, but I wasn’t disappointed for very long. As soon as I pulled my mouth off his deflated dick, Shawn reached down and ran his fingers over my lip and cheek, scooping up the jizz he’d shot there. When he had captured it all, leaving only a slight smear of residual juices that I could feel drying in the evening breeze, Shawn stepped back and to one side, making room for James who moved up to stand in his place. James’ hand was now wrapped around his own rock-hard cock, slowly stroking it as Shawn put his left arm behind his lover’s back and raised the jism-covered fingers to James’ mouth. With no hesitation, James opened his mouth and allowed the fingers to slip inside. His eyes were locked on Shawn’s eyes as he licked the fingers clean.
When the fingers were cleaned off, Shawn lowered his hand to James’ belly and began rubbing it in big circles, travelling over the fuzzy belly. He tilted his head slightly to one side and planted his lips on James’ eager lips. Shawn’s climax had started a stream of events. Jason was driving to his rapidly-approaching orgasm, pounding his cock into Rob’s ass and getting ready to fill the condom with his jazz. Rob was grunting and puffing on my cock, blowing his cheeks out like balloons with every breath as he pumped out another load onto the chaise between his legs. Scalding waves of air blasted out from his nostrils and over my belly, smashing into my pubes and laying them flat like Tunguska. Meanwhile, every spasm of his cock sent out a shot of cum which blasted into the lounger and made audible splashes wherever they hit.
James was whacking away like crazy, right there before my eyes, pumping his pulsating cock toward his own climax. I reached out and clamped my right hand onto his ass cheek and pulled him forward until his cock slid past my lips and onto my tongue. My other hand reached out for his bouncing balls. They were soft and warm and surprisingly heavy. That’s when I started to blast my cum down Rob’s waiting throat.
I was still pumping it out when James started to unleash his torrent into me. His fresh, hot cum mixed with the remnants of Shawn’s juices. It was a taste that I could smell from the inside and it sent my climax into a higher gear – high enough to make Rob choke a bit and pull back until only the head of my dick was lodged in his mouth rather than in his throat. He was determined to take it like a man, though, and gobbled and swallowed as if he hadn’t eaten anything for days. I’m surprised he had any room left after all those marshmallows. Then again, cum is sort or the cream on top, isn’t it? It doesn’t really take up much room, but it’s better than an after-dinner wine in terms of satisfaction.
Speaking of satisfaction, James’ special sauce was the perfect topper to a double helping of hotdogs, and I savoured every single drop he offered up to me. People say cum is cum, but it isn’t. Just like every vintage and brand of wine is different, so is every guy’s cum. The difference in flavour may be subtle, but, to a cum connoisseur like me, it’s like being able to distinguish beer from orange juice. I could be completely blindfolded and anyone in that camp could squirt on my tongue and I could tell them with one hundred percent certainty whose it was. Even Finn and Ove, the identical twins, tasted different. They might be able to fool me in looks if they really wanted to, but they could never fool me with the taste of their cum. I’ve got them nailed in that department.
James finished unloading his jizz into me and I finished unloading into Rob. I continued nursing on James’ wilting cock for a short while before letting it slip from my lips. He and Shawn locked lips and sucked face for another few minutes. Rob finally released my dick from his mouth after he’d drained it completely, bracing himself for Jason’s onslaught. My Babe was really pounding him now. Rob was bracing his face against my belly and holding onto my sides as best he could to keep himself from being lifted right off the ground. From the sounds he was making, there was little doubt that he loved being fucked as much as I did, and it sounded like he truly loved being fucked by Jason.
Jason gave one deep and final thrust before dumping his load into the condom buried as deep as it could be buried inside Rob’s ass. I knew exactly what Rob was feeling, and I knew it so well that I could actually feel it in my own ass as if Jason was cumming inside me. It’s not something you forget easily.
Jason’s orgasm ultimately came to an end and he fell forward on Rob’s back. Both men were heaving in the aftermath, drawing in huge, noisy breaths and blowing them back out again. “How was that, Robbie,” Jason asked between panted breaths when he was able to speak.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” Rob panted back. “I can’t believe I’ve been so scared of you all this time.” His head lifted in the dark. I couldn’t see his face, but I sensed that he was looking at me. “Is it always like that, Scott?”
“No,” I replied honestly. “It’s usually better. He was being gentle.” Over his shoulder, he said, “Don’t hold back next time, okay, Jason?”
Even in the dark I could see Jason’s smile. “You got it, Sparky.” Then he pulled his dick out of Rob’s ass, pulled off the condom, and tossed it into what was left of the camp fire.
“Hey, Shawnie,” Jason interrupted. “If you’re done exploring Jimmy’s tonsils, could you fix the fire and get us another beer?”
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
Nice. I'm glad Jason didn't break Rob, both at the beginning and at the end! We all knew Jason wouldn't react well to what Rob said.
Thanks for writing this latest chapter Neil, it was great as usual.
You depend on our protection yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth!
I know you'll find your own way when I'm not with you tonight.
And Yet Another Great Chapter. I Simply Love It!!!!! I Hope It Continues.
As you know, I started reading this very early this morning.
With interruptions, I just finished reading this installment.
Very nice, indeed, sir.
Rob has a new appreciation for Jason's finer attribute, and a GRAND time was had by all - and they all had very draining, yet fulfilling, experiences, too, lol.
It was definitely a chapter worth savoring.
Thank you for all of your efforts to bring us the finest product available.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
Don't know how you do it, but it just keeps getting better! thank you so much!!
Brilliant story, it just gets more and more interesting as i read it.
Welcome to JUB and the Story Board.
Neil(aka GSDX) is one of our most prolific authors - Watching Brad is the Standard by which other stories attempt to approach.
Check the sticky note at the top of the forum - I think it's still there. Neil has a link to his myriad stories, including Best Buddies play hard, and . . ., Redux. He also has some Stargate SG-1 fan fictions, and a few other exotic shorts here and there.
I don't know how much you've read/seen of Neil's personal notes - he has a degenerative back condition that leaves him in constant pain. Winter's are hardest on him. He's not able to post as prolifically as he once did, but he's still trying to bring Jason and Best Buddies, redux to their logical conclusions, while continuing with Watching Brad, too.
I'm sure he will post story updates as his health allows.
I encourage you to check out his other stories while you wait for an update here.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
Amazing story. I love each chapter. ^__^
Thank you very much. Looking forward to new chapters.
Nothing like love.
Its nice to know that, at 20 something year old, u have a lot of money and then dont have to worry about anything else for the rest of your life no ?
Losing your parents isn't necessarily easy, at any age.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
I just started this story and I'm hooked. Your characterisation is so convincing. Thanks for writing!
Now i am just like everybody, i have finished Watching Brad and Taking care of Jason so while we are waiting for new chapters - that i know u are doing your best to write them down - why dont u show us some pics of how does JASON - SCOTT and SHAWN looks like from YOUR point of view ?
Bon courage too u
Have you checked out Best Buddies Play Hard, & . . . Redux?
How about Neil's StarGate Fan Fiction pieces?
There are a couple of standalone stories, too.
Welcome to JUB and the Story Board, Calagang.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
So, thats a strange question i am going to ask : I am just wondering if someone can tell me, how many litre or gallon of jizz has been sent on the walls, carpet etc, etc ... by all the people reading "Taking care of Jason "?
I dont know the answer, but that mean Neil, that your story is a very good one.
Calagang - I suspect the Seine would flow white cream from all the jizz generated by Neil's stories.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
Oh my God. I started reading this last week and I can't express how much I love this store. I've blown so many loads with this story it's insane! Ugh, I can't get enough. Soooooo so good, I'm totally addicted now. Dear writer, you are a genius. I can't wait for more!
This is some story. Ive really got into it,
boy I wish those twins would cum over to my place.
And shawn Go for it .
yet another great story. ive enjoyed Watching Brad . but this one is Great
Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou
^ I'm working on updates for both 'Jason' and 'Brad', but it is very slow going. But, at lease, I'm still working on them.
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
I just noticed -
You've topped the
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
Neal, that is great news. I am glad you are still with us. I hope you are doing better. Thank you.
I miss Jason and Brad so much. please don't make us wait too long. but do whatever you can. we are here for you.
As you know, writing is becoming more and more difficult. Concentration is the biggest problem. But I plug away at it when I feel up to it. I actually overwrote this chapter. I realised it would be far-too-long, so I chopped it off at a convenient spot, leaving half of the next chapter already written.
It's long overdue, but I hope this posting makes up for the wait.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
We knew the rain was coming. The wind had picked up earlier in the evening during our latest romp, but we were far too busy to pay any attention to anything other than the bodies that we were attached to and doing things with. But, when we were finally out of fuck and suck, we noticed that the leaves in the trees were making music in the wind and the clouds had blown in from the west, blotting out the moon and the stars overhead. Shawn and James got busy taking everything into the tent that needed to stay dry. Rob ran to close the car windows and then busied himself covering the firewood with a blue, plastic tarp and securing it with plastic pegs.
Jason was sitting in his chaise, the back tilted at an angle far enough for him to be halfway leaning back, when the rain began. I was sitting between his legs, my head nestled in the crook between his neck and shoulder. I trapped between his trunk-like thighs and held in place by his muscular yet tender and loving arms. They were wrapped around my upper arms and chest, one hand clasping the other wrist and holding me securely in place against him. My hands held his hands in place in case he lowered his guard and let me get away. His hairy chest made a comfortable cushion against my back and the sponginess of his soft cock pressed against my lower back. I could feel his balls where they were trapped between his body and mine. The heat from his crotch warmed my backside like a cozy campfire. It was one of my favourite places to be. I felt very safe there, and I could happily spend the rest of my life there.
He nuzzled my neck and sucked on my earlobe as we watched Shawn and James carry stuff into the tent. “I’ve never seen Shawnie so happy, Scott,” Jason said quietly into my ear when they disappeared into the tent. “He’s changed so much since you came onboard. It’s like he suddenly discovered life.”
“I do things to people.”
“Yeah, well, I like that you do things to Shawnie.” He gave me a tight squeeze. “I wish you could see his face when you’ve got your tongue shoved up his ass. I think he likes that better than he likes a BJ from Jimmy.”
“You’ll have to start taking pictures. That’s something I would love to see.”
“It’s something I like seeing, too. Turns me on big time.”
I’d noticed. Trust me. And I noticed that it turned Jason on just talking and thinking about it, too. His cock was rapidly inflating behind me. I could feel it growing. My own cock raced to keep pace. I nuzzled his shoulder. “Oh, I’ve noticed, Jason. Especially when you’re fucking me at the same time. Your dick grows two sizes and you pound me a whole lot harder.”
“You’ve never complained.”
“I’ve never had anything to complain about, Jason. I’ve never been happier.”
“I’ve never been happier, either, Babe.” He paused long enough to give me a right proper kiss on the side of my neck just below my ear. “I’m glad you gave me the guts to be gay. It’s so much more fun than being miserable.”
And his hugs, his kisses, and his puffing-up cock poking me in the back made me remember that we were way beyond quid quo pro now.
For a minute or two, there were only the sounds of the crackling fire, barefoot Robert sloshing through the soggy grass, and the tinkering sounds of James and Shawn working away in the tent. Then, “I’ve decided to give Shawnie the Mercedes,” Jason’s husky voice breathed into my ear. “Outright. He de. . .” Jason fell silent as Shawn and James suddenly pushed open the tent flaps and came out for another load. When they went back inside, he continued in the same quiet, furtive tone. “Shawnie deserves it for everything he does for us. He had to sell his own car to help pay his mother’s hospital bills, you know.”
“No. I didn’t know that.”
“He won’t even let me help him pay them off.”
“Sounds like Shawn.”
“Yeah. That’s why I want him to have the Mercedes.”
“Well, he certainly deserves it,” I agreed, “but since you showed it to me and told me you bought it for off-roading, I’ve been thinking about how much fun it would be tearing around the property with me sitting in your lap and your cock shoved up my ass. We could just sit there enjoying the scenery and let the bumps do all the work for us.”
I knew Jason liked the idea, too. His cock jumped and practically catapulted me off the chaise. Okay, I admit. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I could feel it jackhammering into my back at least a half-dozen times. “I’m sure Shawnie would lend it to us whenever we want to do some off-road porking,” Jason said as his pulsating cock continued to poke me. He increased his grip on me as if to keep me from launching into orbit because of it.
I turned my head far enough that I could look into Jason’s face. “As long as he doesn’t mind you fucking me in his new SUV.”
“Babe, the guy loves to sit on your face. If he bitches, I’ll just tell him he can’t do that anymore.”
There wasn’t a hint of a joke in his eyes. I was shocked at how serious he looked. “You wouldn’t!” I whispered harshly.
It took several long seconds before the sternness left his eyes and the smile came into them. “Of course not, Babe. The man had no life for over twenty years. I would never deny either of you that little joy. Besides, you’re not the only one who will be getting something out of it. I can’t wait to fuck you without either of us actually doing any fucking.”
My ass was twitching in anticipation of it. My cock grew to full staff and bounced against my belly, “I know. You’ve been telling me every other second for the past minute.” I wriggled against him, grinding my back against his crotch. We were silent for a few long moments after that, just staring into each other’s eyes, before I said tenderly, “I love you so much, Jason.”
He hugged me even tighter. “And I love you more, Scott.” We craned our necks slightly so our lips could meet. We kissed a very long, very loving, eyes-closed kiss. The falling rain couldn’t dampen our emotions.
When we finally broke the kiss, we were still alone, but we could hear Rob fighting the tarpaulin behind us. The wind was whipping it around and the rain was playing a staccato tattoo on it. “You okay there, Robbie?” Jason called out. “Need any help?”
“Nope!” Rob called back. “I’m good!”
The back of my head returned to Jason’s shoulder and we settled into each other once more. We sat in silence, listening to Rob grunting with the tarp and letting the warm, refreshing rain fall over us. Our hair, by this time, was flattened against our scalps, but neither of us seemed keen on going inside. It was really quite pleasant.
“I’ve decided to buy a new car for us, too,” Jason said suddenly. “Maybe a BMW.”
I managed to twist myself out of his vicelike grip and spin around, throwing my legs over Jason’s thighs, straddling them and sliding forward until our crotches became dance partners. We sat face-to-face and I could look him straight in the eye. I threw my arms over his shoulders and clasped my hands behind his head. Jason, in turn, wrapped his arms around my waist. “What?” I said. “Why? I thought you liked your car.”
“I do, and I’m keeping it. But think about it, Babe. Starting tomorrow, my housekeeper is going to be driving a Mercedes SUV. How’s he gonna feel driving around town in that when his boss still drives around in a car that he couldn’t sell on Graigslist for parts?” And then he smiled a wickedly mischievous grin and mumbled in a serious undertone, “But if you really want to know the truth, I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to get my cock sucked while driving around in a quarter-million dollar car.”
I smiled an equally mischievous smile: “Well, what a coincidence. I’ve always wanted to suck a million-dollar cock in a quarter-million dollar car.” I didn’t ask if Jason could afford to buy a BMW. I didn’t have to. He’d already told me how fat his bank account was. Nobody would go hungry even if he paid in cash. His father had been an extremely wise investor.
“I’ll have it painted to match your eyes.”
“Yeah, right, Jason,” I laughed lightly. “And blind all of the other drivers on the road? My eyes attract enough attention as it is. Imagine how much attention a whole car would attract.”
“Okay, how about two-toned? The top part will be blue to match your eyes and the bottom part will be painted black to match my pubes?”
I laughed again. “I can’t wait to see the guy’s face when you ask him to colour-match ‘em.”
“It could be fun,” Jason said. There was more than just a hint of excitement in his voice. “A guy poking his sensors in my short ‘n curlies.”
“Can I watch?”
“Sure. And if poking around in my pubes gives him a hardon, you can invite him home for dinner after work and have him for dessert.”
“With whipped cream?” I joked.
“Sure. And maraschino cherries if you want.”
Whipped cream, maraschino cherries, and man cock. Beats a banana split any ol’ day.
All joking aside, I would have been quite content with the old car, but I knew that nothing would change Jason’s mind on things like this. When he made a decision, his decision was made. He wouldn’t make it again. Still, I understood where he was coming from. When I first met him, he was so terrified that someone might think he was gay – including me. But then something happened. I became important to him and his fears of losing me overpowered his fears of what people would think. He stopped caring about other people and began living the life he was meant to live. Of course, there were people like those idiots who chased us through the city when they thought Rob was a female cockhound, but Jason did what he did more to protect Rob than to protect himself and his image.
Jason was afraid of showing his wealth for a different reason now, and that reason was why he never took anybody to his place and why he drove that dumpy old car. He didn’t want anyone – and me in particular, I guess – to know that he could buy just about anything and anyone he wanted. He didn’t want anyone to know that he could use hundred dollar bills to wipe his ass if he ran out of toilet paper. Jason got me to love him when I thought he was poor. He knew then that I would still love him if he really was poor. After that, he wasn’t worried about showing me his wealth. He knew that he was more important to me than his money.
Mind you, the money was nice, but it wasn’t everything. I would still have lived with him and loved him even if he lived in something like Shawn’s old apartment, the one he shared with his mother before he moved in with us. We became a family – all of us – and being a family was more important than anything. The money just made it easier to be one.
Jason had everything he wanted now. He didn’t have to put on airs anymore. He had lived beneath his means for such a long time, at least publicly, that I could understand why he would want to live within them now.
“Well, then,” Jason continued, “it’s settled. We’re both going to be very happy boys.”
We kissed again. It was one of those long, intense, exploratory kisses where tongues go spelunking in familiar mouths. There was only us and the rain. We didn’t notice Rob joining us again, sprawling out on my chaise, and we didn’t notice the rain coming down harder, either. It was so warm and refreshing that it was like we were under the shower back home.
Then again, it could have been Jason’s million-dollar cock trying to burrow its way into my belly that was keeping my mind off the rain. Jason’s cock is difficult to ignore when it’s fully inflated. It’s even more difficult to ignore when it’s trapped between our bodies and making buddy-buddy with my own stiffie. As we kissed, our cocks kissed, too.
* * * * *
I had turned back around and was sitting with my back against Jason’s chest again. His left arm was wrapped around me. His right hand was wrapped around my cock. He wasn’t jerking me off or anything. Just stroking it as if he was petting a pet cat.
A few moments later, Shawn’s head and shoulders appeared between the tent flaps, all in silhouette against the light inside. “Yeah?”
“Quit playing with Jimmy for a minute and bring us some soap and shampoo, would ya? Might as well make use of this weather and grab a shower.”
“Right.” Shawn’s head slid back inside the tent.
“Hey, Shawnie!” The head reappeared. “And bring a few more beers with you, too.”
“Nah,” Jason answered. “That’s it.” But, just as Shawn’s was starting to duck into the tent one more time, Jason said, “Oh, wait.” Out came Shawn’s head like a cuckoo clock striking three. “Bring a lantern, too. The rain’s putting a damper on our campfire and we can’t see shit out here. Robbie can’t even roast his weenie.”
“I’ll bring one. Lantern, that is. You guys don’t need any more weenies. Oh, and this is overtime, you know. I went off shift a half-hour ago.”
“And this is what two week’s notice sound like.” I could feel Jason chuckling at his own little joke.
Shawn bowed deeply several times as he slowly backed into the tent one more time, his voice breaking through the pounding rain as he spoke. “Yes, Master. Right away, Master. My wish is to please you, O Mighty Master. Fuck you, Master.”
“I heard that, Shawnie!”
Shawn’s shout came from behind the tent flaps. “You were supposed to!”
There was a momentary silence, and then: “Shawnie!”
Once more, Shawn’s head came poking out of the tent flaps. “For fuck’s sake, Jason!” he shouted with a good deal of impatience in his voice. “What in hell do you want now!?”
Jason’s voice was suddenly gentle and sincere. “Thanks, Shawn,” he said.
I couldn’t see the smile on Shawn’s shadowed face, but I knew it was there. “You’re welcome, Jason. I’ll be right out.”
Shawn finally came out a few minutes later, carrying the soap and shampoo in one hand and an LED lantern in the other. James appeared behind him with both hands carrying enough beer for the five of us. James was wearing a pair of dark, zippered shorts, but Shawn was wearing a pair of thin, white shorts which actually glowed and shimmered in the lamplight like some sort of alien crystalline landscape beneath two moons. Of course, typical for Shawn, they were skin tight. Three bulges – two egg-shaped, one tubular - I swear that man could make some serious money modelling for Calvin Klein.
“I like your shorts, Shawn,” I said as I wiped a bit of drool from the corner of my lip with my index finger. My cock jumped in Jason’s hand. He squeezed hard enough to let me know that he knew exactly what I was thinking and where I was looking. “Are they new?”
“No,” he replied as he handed me the tube of shower gel, a bottle of shampoo, and a couple of ruffle sponges. (You’ve probably seen those things. They’re the lacy balls which turn a small squirt of shower gel into a mountain of lather.) James was handing out the beers. “I’ve had them since before Mom died. I don’t wear them for people to see.”
“Yet, you’re wearing them now,” Jason said in a playful, accusatory voice.
“Yeah, well, James wanted me to wear them.”
“Jimmy picks out your underwear?” Jason asked in a teasing voice. His body quivered with the chuckles he was trying desperately to suppress.
Shawn shrugged and walked to his chair. His back side looked just as delicious as the front. The seam dug into his ass crack, pulling his ass cheeks into two magnificent half moons. The rain running down his body made tiny rivulets which flowed over the supple moons like condensation dribbling down a glass of ice-cold lemonade, glittering like liquid diamonds in the lamplight.
James distracted me when he handed me my beer. I looked up at him, smiled, and said, “You really know how to make Shawn look his sexiest, James.” He shyly smiled back at me and turned his eyes away from mine, but even in the lantern light, I could see the blush turning his ears several shades redder. With a single bottle of beer in each hand, he returned to take his place beside Shawn.
I knew of Shawn’s penchant for fancy underwear. Some men collect shoes and sneakers. Some collect cars or baseball cards. Shawn collected underwear and shorts. I don’t know how many pairs he owned, but I could easily imagine half of his dresser drawers dedicated to his collection. I was rather envious of James. I was quite certain he had seen Shawn’s entire collection, and I was also quite certain that Shawn had modelled every single piece for him. James was one lucky man, and Shawn was lucky for having found him. Like me and Jason, Shawn and James seemed to have been destined for each other.
Before we popped our beers open, Jason and I pushed ourselves out of the lounger and stood beside it. The rain was still coming down in a steady shower, pouring over our body in streams. It would have been dripping off the tips of our cocks if they had been hanging down, but they were still standing upright and facing the rain with heads proudly pointing at the night sky. The rain flowed freely off our dangling balls, though. That was fun, and it tickled.
I squirted some shampoo into Jason’s palm and squirted a healthy portion into my own before snapping the lid closed and tossing the bottle to Rob. Jason reached for the top of my head and began making a nice lather there. We had silently agreed, I suppose, that we would wash each other’s hair. My fingers went to work, giving Jason’s scalp a gentle, cleansing massage. Streams of white lather ran down our faces and chests, continuing down our legs and melting away in the grass at our feet.
The soap bubbles weren’t the only things melting. My rod started melting as we got down to business. Jason’s dick soon followed suit. There probably is something sexy about washing someone’s hair like that, but we couldn’t find it that night. It was fun, but it wasn’t enough to keep our peckers stargazing unless they were checking out the Southern Cross.
The pouring rain eventually rinsed the shampoo out of our hair, and then the fun began. Jason picked up the plastic bottle of body wash and the ruffle sponges from where I had left them on the chaise. He gave me one of the sponges before squirting a generous amount of gel on his own. He passed the tube to me and then began scrubbing the sponge over his open hand to work up a bountiful lather, and that’s when fate lent its own hand. Jason scrubbed the sponge right out of his fingers and it dropped to the ground at our feet. He bent at the waist to pick it up. Suddenly inspired, I dropped my own sponge, bouncing it off Jason’s head. He let out a rather growly laugh, but he reached for the sponge and grabbed it. I was ready for him when stood back up.
With the tube pointed away from me, I gave it a mighty squeeze with both hands. A stream of body wash shot out like a water pistol, splattering Jason’s chest directly on the quarter-sized nipple of his left pec. He raised his hands to ward off the onslaught, but I stayed a step ahead of him and unloaded half of the bottle in a serpentine trail back and forth across his chest and down to his crotch. I pulled back long enough to refill the bottle with air, and then aimed a stream at the spot just above the root of his cock, soaking his pubes until I could see the rainy gel dripping blue off his balls. Trust me. That’s the only time I ever gave Jason blue balls.
I dropped the gel bottle and attacked Jason’s chest with both palms – wax on, wax off style – whipping the gel on his pecs into a mass of frothy foam. Mr. Miyagi would have been proud of my technique. Jason started laughing and tried to shove the ruffle sponge full of nasty-tasting bubbles into my mouth. I sputtered and spat and growled in disgust, but Jason had managed to feed enough of it to me for me to know I didn’t want to taste any more of it for a long, long time. Proof positive that blue Mountain Fresh body wash is intended for the outside of the body, not the inside.
My hands continued to smush the body gel into Jason’s hairy chest and belly, from his neck down to his crotch. He tried to keep up with me, using the sponge on my chest, but it was a wasted effort. He ended up tossing the sponge aside, scooping up gobs of lather from his chest and smearing it over mine. We were like school boys messing around in the shower after gym class, laughing and screaming our heads off, tittering like a couple of school girls. We tickled each other wherever we could find a place to tickle. We had soap bubble fights, and we played grab ass and a touchy-feely version of ball tag. I got a couple of good gropes on his well-rounded ass cheeks, and he got a handful or two on mine, but the closest I got to Jason’s balls was grabbing his slick, limp dick in my equally slick hand. A wriggle of his hips, though, and his cock slid swiftly and easily out of my grasp.
Jason retaliated by trapping me in a headlock, hooking my chin against his ribs and locking the back of my head in the crook of his bent elbow, but only for as long as it takes to shake the drips off your dick after a piss. With one hand grasping his wrist and my other arm wrapped around his waist, I twisted my head and slid right out from under his armpit. Before he knew it, I’d wrapped my arms around him from behind and held him in the closest approximation of a bear hug that I could manage. Funny, though. Jason didn’t seem to be in any sort of rush to escape my clutches. With my cock stuffed between his ass cheeks, he squeezed his butt muscles together, trapping my cock there and making me not want to move it anywhere else very fast.
That’s when the ‘ha ha’ fun stopped and the ‘ah ah’ fun began. We stood there, Jason and me, gripping each other in our own special way – him in my arms and me in his ass cheeks. We let the rain fall over us and wash away the boyish laughs and giggles, replacing them with happy, feel-good sounds. My hand slid down Jason’s abdomen and through his curly pubes until my thumb came to rest at the base of his cock. A moment later, my fingers were wrapped around his meaty cock.
Jason’s arms reached back, his hands grasping my hips and holding me in place against him. His cock began to grow in my hand. As it did, my own cock began to plump up against the crack between his ass cheeks, pushing between his legs and trying to become very friendly with the back side of his balls. Jason let out a breathy moan as I began a slow, gentle stroking with my hand. I pulled my hips back, letting my cock shoot straight up. When I pushed my hips back in again, my cock settled into his firm, rounded butt cheeks – my hotdog to his hotdog bun.
Jason turned his face to the dark sky, the back of his head coming to rest on my shoulder. I could smell the shampoo-clean, rain-fresh smell of his hair. I turned my head in to it and breathed deeply. The scent was like a jolt of electricity which went right to my crotch, making it jump against Jason’s ass and causing Jason to let out another long, breathy moan.
My cock did a few more jumps before Jason lifted his head from my shoulder and slowly and carefully turned around. I lost my grip on his steely meat and my berth between Jason’s glutes. My disappointment didn’t last long, though. A second or two later and I was dick-to-dick and chest-to-chest with my favourite man. Jason’s strong arms encircled me and pulled me close. My arms wrapped themselves around Jason.
Time stood still for us. We lost ourselves in each other, swaying gently in a dance without music. For however long we stood there in the rain, we were the only two people in the world. We were the only person in the other’s mind. There was Jason and there was me. No one else. Only us.
After a time, Jason loosened his grip on me and moved his hands to my biceps. His fingers grasped my arms. His head tilted to one side. His mouth moved toward mine. Our lips met and he kissed me. Not a long, deep kiss - just a short, simple, romantic one. Lips only. No tongues. The kiss ended almost before it began, and when it did, Jason released my arms and moved his hands to my upper chest. They began a gentle, circular motion, massaging my skin with a tenderness which most people would never imagine him being capable of.
I began to lift my arms to do the same to Jason, but he said a quiet ‘no’ and I lowered them again. It was his show and he was running it. I knew he’d let me know when I could join in – if he wanted me to join in.
His hands continued their massaging, eventually concentrating their efforts on my pecs and ultimately concluding with his fingers and splayed thumbs cupping each pec and framing each of my nipples from beneath. A moment later, his lips and tongue began teasing and taunting the tiny, mini-hardon nubs. It was my turn to tilt my head back and turn my face to the sky and the rain. It tasted leafy after dripping its way through the tree overhead before tumbling into my open mouth. I didn’t open it voluntarily. Jason did it when he started sucking on my left tit.
Jason caused all sorts of loud gasps and heavy inhalations from me as he chewed and nibbled on my nipples until his hands slid down my sides and planted themselves on my hips. His mouth followed his hands downward until he found my belly button and his tongue anchored his face there for a minute or two. I don’t know what Jason was hoping to find in there, but his tongue was doing some serious excavation. I sucked in my belly and Jason’s face followed it in, trapping my hardon between me and his upper chest. His mat of chest hair tickled my balls mercilessly, but it sure made my cock jump and dance. Jason was setting my cock on fire, but, like any good fireman, he knew how to put the flames out again, and it didn’t take him long to do just that.
I was a bit disappointed when he pulled his tongue out of my belly button, but the excitement soon returned in a different place as his attention began to move further south. My upright cock travelled up Jason’s neck, sliding over his Adam’s apple and dragging my balls along beneath it. The juicy piss slit poked against the underside of Jason’s lower jaw. The stubble there scratched and tickled the tender, smooth skin of my cockhead. Still, Jason continued down my belly until his chin finally reached my pubes, pushing my cock into a horizontal position until his face was buried in my belly fuzz and my cockhead was resting on his Adam’s apple. The top of my cock lay flat against the underside of his jaw. My head was still tilted back, the rain still dripping from the leaves of the tree above me and dripping down my face like a million streams of nervous sweat.
He stayed there, nibbling at my pubes and belly fuzz for a while and giving my cock knob a bouncy ride on his Adam’s apple at the same time. Jason began to pull his head back so his mouth could get to my meat. When he did, I could feel the stubble scraping like fine sandpaper over my cockhead as it made a beeline toward Jason’s chin. Finally, the head of my dick slid over his chin and snapped upwards. It passed over Jason’s lips and smashed into his nose, leaving a trail of slick lube in its wake. My cock bounced and throbbed against his nose and upper lip, oozing more juices into that dimpled trench under the nose that has the name I can never remember.
I lowered my head so I could look down when I felt Jason’s steamy breath on my dick. I wanted to watch this.
Jason tortured me for the longest time, kneeling there in front of me with my cockhead playing whack-a-mole with his nostrils. I couldn’t see his dark eyes beneath his raised, heavy brows, but I could feel them looking up at me. I couldn’t see him smirking, either, but I knew he was doing that, too, relishing in the torment he was putting me through. My hips kept nudging my dick into that trench with the funny name, hoping he could figure out how anxious I was to let my cock play with his tonsils. After what seemed like hours, he finally figured it out and got busy.
His right hand moved to encircle my steely cock while his left hand skimmed its way beneath my balls, cupping them in his rain-drenched palm and fingers. He tilted his head up slightly and I could finally see the glint of the soft lantern light in his dark eyes. They looked positively devilish. As he looked up at me, grinning that impish grin that I couldn’t see, his hand coaxed my cock away from his nose and down to his lips. They encircled the tip like the wreath of smoke around Santa’s head. The torture continued there. His tongue dug into the piss slit for the precum he knew was lurking there. When he couldn’t dig any deeper, he pulled his tongue back and sucked as if he was sucking a really thick milkshake through a really skinny straw. He even squeezed my nuts gently as if he could squeeze out a bit more juice. My hips pushed forward, but his closed jaws prevented any entrance into his mouth.
My legs went all wobbly. I was afraid they’d give out on me and I’d crumple to the ground like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz when the flying monkeys knocked the stuffing out of him. My hands latched onto his shoulders to make sure it didn’t happen, and still he stared up at me.
Just when I didn’t think I could handle it any longer, Jason suddenly and unexpectedly opened his mouth. My cock slipped inside. It still amazed me that a jock like Jason would even let another man’s cock go in there. Still, nothing was sexier or more exciting than to watch it happen. It was like all of the best scenes in all of the porn movies I’ve ever seen all rolled into one. He made me feel like a king, and I so wanted to knight him with my Royal sword, but I had something else in mind for it.
I pushed inside and Jason didn’t stop me. He knew that I wouldn’t go any deeper than he could handle. He trusted me that way. He still couldn’t deep throat me, but that didn’t matter. His was the manliest mouth that had ever tasted my cock, and the fact that he was willing to suck the cum right out of my balls was more than enough for me - especially when I could watch him doing it.
Jason watched me, too. When the light caught his face just right, I could see his brows lifted high and his eyes aimed upwards. He liked watching me as much as I liked watching him. He liked to see what his mouth made my face do as much as I liked what his mouth made my dick do. If cocks could do summersaults and cartwheels, Jason would make mine do them. What he lacked in skill he more than made up for in enthusiasm.
After a few bobs of his head, Jason relaxed. His eyebrows relaxed and dropped. His eyes disappeared from my view. His attention switched from my face to my midsection and the solid slab of meat that was sticking out of it. Jason set about giving me the best blowjob he could give me.
I closed my eyes and savoured the exquisite feelings Jason was giving me. There were a whole lot of minutes of gritted teeth, clenched jaws, and tongue biting, of wobbly knees and pounding heart, of juddering hips and hair pulling (Jason’s, not mine), and grunts and groans from both of us that gave the creatures of the night a run for their money, including one howl which, Shawn later told me, sounded remarkably like ‘a penguin getting screwed by a mastodon’. I still don’t know which one was supposed to be me.
Anyway, when I finally became aware that my toes pointing straight up, I knew I couldn’t hold off anymore. My mouth, my tongue, and my throat were desperate for the feel and taste of Jason’s meat, and they were all screaming at my brain to get my face close enough to it so they could start having some fun of their own.
My legs started to fold and my body lowered to the ground. Jason didn’t object. He grasped my cock firmly in his hand, locked his lips around my pulsating meat, and followed me down without letting my pole slip out of his mouth. I leaned to the right and dropped my arm to my side. I planted my open hand on the ground beneath me and, gripping Jason’s hair, I carefully settled my butt on the cool, wet grass. The next thing I knew, I was sprawled flat on my back with my legs spread wide and Jason was pivoting on my dick as he spun himself around. He carefully straddled my head and stopped when his rampant cock, now slick with rain and precum, dangled over my face.
A moment later, the rain that was falling on Jason’s back rolled off the sides. Some of it simply dropped to the ground around me, but a lot of it followed his stomach and gathered at his crotch where it flowed down his cock and dripped into my open mouth. What didn’t go sideways went south, flowing into the natural valley of his ass and down between the rounded mountains of his butt cheeks to his balls before cascading onto my face. Jason made rain taste a whole lot better.
I reached up with my left arm to wrap it around Jason’s waist. My right hand reached up to wrap around Jason’s cock. With his meat grasped firmly in my fingers, I guided the glass-smooth head to my open lips. The moment they met each other, Jason’s hips dropped. His cock slid past my teeth, over my tongue, and into my throat. It didn’t stop until I was wearing a blindfold made of dangling balls and a goatee made of pubic hair, compliments of the hottest, horniest, hardest, sexiest, most loving man in the whole wide world.
Jason didn’t hump my mouth – at least not at first. With his cock lodged in my throat, he rocked his hips and ground them in a circle, causing all sorts of incredible feelings inside me. I encouraged him by humming my pleasure. That resulted in Jason ripping his mouth off my dick, tilting his head back as far as it would go, and howled like a werewolf howling at a full moon. At the same time, he reached down, grabbed the back of my head in both hands, and tried to push more of his cock into my mouth even though any left to go in. My mouth, my tongue, and my throat, were very, very happy, and Jason was very, very tasty.
It wasn’t long before Jason started to fuck my mouth, pulling his cock halfway out and shoving it back in hard enough that his dangling balls made rain-wet splashing sounds against my skin. I grabbed his hips, not to guide him, but to give me something to hold on to. A few strokes later, after Jason’s wolf howl had faded away into the night, he released his grasp on my head and returned his hands to my crotch. He grabbed the base of my dick in one hand and my balls in the other. A second or two later, my cock was back in his mouth and he was sucking up a storm. At the same time, he continued fucking my mouth. It was the most incredible sixty-nine we’d enjoyed in a very long time.
And then it got even more incredible.
Jason’s wandering, rain-slick fingers eventually found my butthole. I bent my legs and spread them wide to give him free access. He took immediate advantage of the situation and began swirling his middle finger around my rosebud, which caused me to hum on his cock again, which, in turn, caused Jason to shove his cock down my throat again and to shove his finger all the way up my ass. That turned my hum into a cock-filled groan which grew even louder as Jason’s index finger joined its counterpart in my butt chute. His fingers and his cock set up a rhythm, earnestly pushing into and pulling out of their respective orifices and making my curled toes leave indentations in the wet earth. And just when I thought it couldn’t get better, it did. Jason’s ring finger joined the other two.
I screamed on his cock as my hands wrapped around his back, pulling Jason’s cock into my throat and holding it there as he rammed his three fingers into my ass as far as they would go. I screamed a little scream around his cock each time he did. My hips started bucking to meet each invasion of his probing digits.
It wasn’t long before my ass began to feel the same longing for Jason’s cock that my mouth had been feeling for several minutes. All good things might come to an end, but you can be damned sure that there are a few times when better things begin when they do. This was one of those times.
Jason sensed my yearning and, after one final, synchronised push from his digits and dick, he removed his fingers from my ass, pulled his dick out of my mouth with a lift of his hips, and let my own dick slip from his mouth. He pivoted on one knee and dropped down to the ground beside me. His warm, panting breath blew over my face. He pulled me into a firm embrace. Our rock-hard cocks, each pointing towards our belly buttons, were trapped between us and dancing with each other to the music of our passion. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I said, “I don’t,” I said. Even in the dark, I could see the look of disappointment on his rugged face, but it turned to smiles when I added, “I want you to make love to me, Jason. As deep and as slow and as long as you can.”
“Shawnie!!” he shouted over his shoulder. “A condom, please! And hurry!” And then he started kissing me again. I mean, really kissing me. Jason nearly sucked my lips right off my face. It was like he was trying to inhale me. Talk about suckin’ face! Jason took it to a whole new level that night.
Our tongues were still exploring the caverns of each other’s mouth when Shawn showed up at our side, and they continued their explorations as he said, “I’ve got it, Jason.”
Our lips remained locked together, but I felt Jason roll his midsection away from me, exposing his crotch and his rampant rod to Shawn. His grasp on me and our unbroken liplock on each other remained intact. We were too busy loving each other to take the time to roll on the glove. We needn’t have worried. Jason was in good hands – literally. From Jason’s twitching, I guessed that the ever-faithful Shawn had taken the initiative to rush to his boss’s aid and dress Jason’s dick in latex all by himself.
Jason broke the kiss and turned his head away from me long enough to say softly and sincerely, “Thanks, Shawn,” to which Shawn replied just as quietly and sincerely, “My pleasure, Jason. Have fun.” And with two light slaps on Jason’s hip, Shawn was gone and Jason was rolling against me again.
Jason’s lips found mine once more. I became lost as I usually do in his magnificent masculinity. His cock, now encased in latex rubber, felt even harder and bigger than ever as it pressed against me. He ground it into my belly, trying to make sparks by rubbing our cocks together like a Boy Scout practicing for his Making Fire With Two Sticks badge. I think that, if the condom hadn’t been pre-lubed, he might have succeeded.
I could lie on Jason all day long and I wouldn’t even dimple his skin, but he could easily cause me considerable discomfort and pain if he were to place all of his weight on me. But he was considerate enough to balance himself on his knees and elbows so he could maintain extremely intimate contact and all I would feel was the pleasure of his body. Even when he was lost in the moment, his first concerns were with me.
Thankfully, the kiss was a short one this time. I was a bit disappointed when he broke it because, in doing so, he raised himself on his knees. His body lifted away from me and hovered over me like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade balloon. Our eyes locked in the dim lantern light. Without a word spoken, Jason slid his hands beneath my bent knees, then his forearms. He kept going until the heels of my feet were lodged on his shoulders and my thighs were pushed against my chest. My ass lifted from the ground, eagerly presenting itself to Jason. He was quick to accept the invitation.
With his cock grasped lightly in the fingers of his right hand, the tip quickly found my rosebud and pressed against it. With the skill of a surgeon, Jason pushed forward. His entry into my ass was both painless and painfully slow at the same time - just as I had asked him. When there wasn’t anything left to go in, Jason set his arms and hands in position on either side of me. I bent my own arms, grasping his massive biceps in my fingers and moved my feet until they were solidly planted on his furry pecs. It was like burying my feet in a fluffy, hot, hairy carpet. I found the nubs of his nipples and held them between my big toes and the toes next to them. And then I held on for the ride of my life.
Jason’s fucking can register on Richter scales for miles around when he really goes at it, but he is also one of the most gentle, tender love-makers when he wants to be. And that’s what he was that night. I teetered on the orgasmic edge for ages. I could see the exquisite pleasure on Jason’s face with every push of his hips. His eyes and mouth were wide open. Rain dripped from his hair and face, falling on mine. I opened my own mouth as wide as I could to capture as much as I could and drink it all down. No rain ever tasted better. Every time his cock entered me, sliding in until his crotch hair tickling my balls and the fine hairs on my ass cheeks were tickling his, Jason exhaled a small gasp of delight, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. It took all of my willpower not to grab hold of my rod and pump it off.
I curled my toes, digging the nails into Jason’s chest and pinching his nipples at the same time. Jason gasped loudly. His eyes clenched tightly shut and his handsome, rugged face took on a look of pre-orgasmic bliss. The time for ‘deep and slow’ was over. He had only one goal in mind now. His pelvis began slamming his cock into me, harder, faster. Seconds later, he grunted, “I can t stop, Babe.”
That was my cue. I released his bicep and moved my hand between our bodies. I grabbed my cock and started flailing on it. Seconds later, I was spraying our chests and bellies with my cream. A few seconds after that, Jason started filling the condom buried deep in my ass. I could feel it with each pulse of his man meat. In my mind, I could see it as it jetted out from the tip of his cock. I could even smell it and taste it. The gods of Olympus may have had ambrosia, but I had Jason’s cum, and I was madly in love with my caterer.
When our orgasms finally came to an end, I slid my feet apart and Jason collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried inside me. He glued his lips to mine again. I wrapped my arms around the back of his head and held him there, thinking to myself that I was the luckiest man in the world to be loved so dearly and deeply by a man such as Jason. I was made for Jason’s cock and Jason’s cock was made for me. We were both very happy.
I hugged him even tighter.
* * * * *
Shawn was ready with clean, dry, warm, and very fluffy and comfy towels for us when we finally pushed our way through the unzipped flaps and entered the tent. We proceeded to dry ourselves and each other. When we were finished, Shawn took our now-wet towels and, after we’d seated ourselves on our sleeping bag and air mattress, presented us with steaming mugs of coffee. It wasn’t instant coffee, either. I could barely make coffee with an automatic coffee maker. Shawn could make it without electricity. That boy deserved a raise as big as his versatility and inventiveness.
The rain thrummed on the roof of our tent, beating out a steady tattoo that only nature could perform. It was enormously soothing, as was the company. There were no chairs in the tent. Jason and I sat side-by-side, holding hands, on our sleeping bag which was spread out over our inflated air mattress. Rob had his own sleeping bag and mattress, but he shared ours at the moment, sitting next to me and maintaining very close contact with my right side. We were, of course, naked. James and Shawn still wore shorts and, like us, sat cross-legged on their bed. Two camp lanterns filled the tent with a warm glow. We talked about a lot of things – none of them of any real importance, but there were a lot of laughs and a lot of teary eyes. No sad stories, though. We were having too much fun to spoil it with sad.
By midnight, the rain had become more tip-taps on the tent’s canvas roof instead of the thumps and plops of the steady downpour from earlier that night. None of us were quite ready to go to sleep though. The night was hadn’t even put on its pyjamas yet.
“Hey!” Rob said excitedly when there was a momentary lull in the conversation. “Who’s up for a circle jerk?”
“Circle jerk?” James asked innocently. “What’s that?”
I was first to answer. “Just what it sounds like, James. We sit in a circle and jerk off together.”
“But it’s more fun jerking off the guy next to you,” Rob piped in. “Who wants to play that one?”
James and Shawn whispered back and forth into each other’s ear for a minute or so before Shawn looked at us and said, “We’re in. How do we decide who jerks who?”
“We used to draw names in high school,” Jason offered.
“You did circle jerks?” an astounded-sounding Shawn asked. “I didn’t know that.”
“For fuck’s sake, Shawnie,” Jason laughed. “I grew up in a closet, not a fuckin’ monastery! Yes, I did circle jerks. Both versions. With real guys and real cocks. A couple of friends and I used to get together for the games on TV. If the games were rained out or cancelled for one reason or another, we would jerk off together.”
Jason seemed to go into a trance. His eyes stared blankly at something on the canvas wall in front of him and his voice became soft and distant, like my grandfather used to get when he talked about getting shot in the face during the war. “Sometimes we made bets on the big games. The loser had to jerk off the other two. Sometimes I found myself betting against the odds just so I would lose. I couldn’t even admit to myself back then how much I liked the feel of their dicks in my hands. How much I liked making them cum. Donny suggested one time that the loser should start giving the other guys a blowjob to make the bets more interesting. I thought I had stuck gold. I could lose a game and suck cock and still save face, but Morgan wouldn’t have anything to do with that, so it was never mentioned again.
“There wasn’t anything gay about it. It was all just a game to us. At least that’s what I had convinced myself it was. That’s how I managed to live with myself day after day. Guys like me weren’t supposed to like dick.” He paused for a few seconds before turning his head and focusing his gaze on me and smiled a tiny smile. “At least until you came along.”
Jason never talked about his personal life before I came on the scene. It was a part of his life that he didn’t want to reveal to anyone, and I didn’t want to be the one to pry it out of him. I was surprised that he was suddenly so open about it, especially in front of two people he barely knew. Who knew he had jerk-off buddies? I tried to imagine what it would be like to have a dream come so close only to be taken away again. I was one of the lucky ones. I’d never been in the closet. My dad figured me out a long time before I did and he helped me and encouraged me to live the life I was meant to live. “You can’t be true to anyone else if you can’t be true to yourself,” he used to tell me, and they were the last words he said to me before he died.
Except for the sounds of the rain on the roof of our tent, there was an ear-splitting silence inside that seemed to go on and on. It was Shawn who broke it. “He used to be straight,” he said with a bit of a smirk on his face, “but he’s all right now.”
Shawn had his moments.
In the end, picking names was the way to go. Shawn wrote down our names on scrap bits of paper, crumpled them into loose balls, and dropped them into a Styrofoam cup. We passed the cup around, selecting a name. If we selected our own, we rolled it into a ball again, picked another name, then threw our name back in. Shawn, who picked first, was the only one to pick his own name. Go figure.
I got Jason, Jason got Shawn, Shawn got Rob, Rob got James, and James got me. But I had noticed a look on James’ face when Rob announced excitedly that he had picked James’ name. It was clear to me that he would have been happy with anyone other than Rob. It’s not that James disliked Rob. I think it was because Rob was a bit. . . over-enthusiastic. Since his escape from Tom, Rob had become more than anxious to please, but that exuberance often came across as somewhat intimidating, perhaps to gain our favour and, possibly to ensure that he would have a place to live for a while.
James was in a pickle and it was going to have to be me to get him out of it.
“James,” I said, “could you do a favour for me?”
“Sure, if I can.”
“Would you mind switching with me? I play with Jason’s dick all the time and, quite frankly, I think he’d enjoy a change of pace so to speak.”
“Really, Jason?” James’ voice was a mixture of relief and hope. “You wouldn’t mind us switching?”
Either Jason had notices James’ look of reservation when Rob picked his name or he had interpreted my hand squeeze correctly. Whichever it was, Jason replied, “I’m game if you are, Jimmy.”
Rob voiced his objections, claiming we should go with our first picks, but Jason put the kibosh on his protests by telling him, “If you don’t want to play, Robby, you can sit outside and wait until we’re done.”
Rob opened his mouth and made some sort of sound, but accepted his fate and closed his mouth again. He knew enough not to argue with Jason. The game was afoot.
Shawn and James rose to their feet. Shawn slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and James reached for the metal button on his shorts when I stopped him. “Can I do that, James?”
“Take off your shorts for you.”
James glanced briefly at Shawn who gave a very slight shrug of his shoulders. “Ummm. . . yeah, sure. I mean, I guess, if you want to.”
I rolled onto my knees and sat down on my heels. James stepped forward a few steps, stopping barely within arm’s reach. I leaned forward and reached, turning the palms of my hand upwards and sliding my fingers into the legs of his shorts. “C’mon, James,” I said lightly. “I’m going to be whacking you off in a few minutes. Don’t go all shy-guy on me now.” I tugged on his shorts and James, laughing nervously, staggered forward another step. Now, not only was his crotch within easy reaching distance, but it was within easy sniffing distance and I caught a faint whiff of a very familiar brand of soap. With my fingers still tucked in the hems of his shorts, I leaned forward again and brought my face close to the gentle curves of his crotch – close enough to smell it and feel its heat, but not so close enough to tough him. I took a healthy sniff and looked up at James who was anxiously looking down at me. “Irish Spring,” I said with a wink and a grin.
James’ ears turned redder than Rudolf’s nose and his face blushed from the bottom up. Then his ears turned scarlet and he blushed even more when Shawn said, “Manly, yes, but I like it, too.”
Jason’s thunderous laugh shook the tent and probably shook handyman Andy out of his bed back at the homestead. “Fuck, Shawnie,” Jason laughed. “Are you bucking for a raise or are you rehearsing for an audition and the Comedy Cave?”
“Just hoping to get you in the mood for a half-decent hand-job, boss.”
Shawn was definitely on a roll that night. James had done a good job of bringing him out of his shell, and Shawn had worked his magic on James as well. Those two had a great future ahead of them.
I unbuttoned James’ shorts and carefully slid the zipper down its track, my fingers gliding over the tender, graceful mounds of the rapidly-swelling man bits hidden beneath the material. The shorts slid down easily and James’ growing cock popped out and pointed directly at my face. The temptation was almost overpowering, but we had a different game to play. When everyone was bare-assed naked, we all arranged ourselves in a tight circle on our mattress: me, then James to my right, Jason, Shawn, and Rob to my left. On the count of three, we all reached to our right, grabbed our assigned cock in our hands, and let the fun begin.
It was a total pleasure jerking off our newest friend. It might have been the excitement of James jerking off Jason, or it might have been my expert, titillating manipulations, but James’ cock grew to be as hard as a rod of tempered steel. I’d never known a cock grow to be so stiff. Yet, at the same time, it was as supple as fine Corinthian leather.
James had come a long way from the naïve, innocent young man who had shown up on our doorstep that night. Like Shawn, he was discovering a whole new world – one, perhaps, that he had been denying most of his life. He’d stolen Shawn’s heart the moment Shawn had set eyes on him, and it hadn’t taken long for him to let Shawn into his. It took a little longer for me, and Jason was getting there (although I suspect Jason still intimidated him, but not half as much as Rob’s exuberance intimidated him). Tom may have been an abusive asshole, but he did one thing right, and that was to bring James into our family. We were well-rid of Tom, but well-blessed with James. He was a genuine sweetheart – funny ears and all.
A few jerking hands (mine included) were spit-slick. The rest made use of the suntan lotion Shawn had packed. It made a very serviceable lubricant. Conversation was limited, but the grunts and squeaks, the squishy echoes of dick-stroking hands, and the steady cadence of panting breaths made a manly symphony of musical rhythms which added to everyone’s excitement. It built in intensity like Ravel’s Bolero, and we were all for the thunderous climax.
Shawn was the first to cum, followed almost simultaneously by me and James. James’ cum was warm and wet on my hand. I couldn’t resist. I raised my hand to my mouth and lapped it up. Pure ambrosia – at least to my taste buds. James had paused in his stroking to watch me, but he maintained his grip on Jason’s meat. His eyes widened and a flattered look swept over his face. Looking down his body, he used the fingers of his left hand to scoop up more of his semen from his lower belly. With a curl of his lip, he raised his hand and held it out to me. I graciously accepted the offering, grasping his wrist in my hand and guiding his fingers to my mouth. I licked his fingers clean.
James smiled at me, and then he reached over to his new bedmate. He scooped up a helping of ball juice from Shawn’s belly and offered it to me as well. James was an extremely thoughtful young man who didn’t seem to mind sharing.
Jason came shortly after James resumed his stroking, but Rob, having enjoyed more orgasms that day than anyone else, needed some extra stimulation. I helped Shawn by playing with Rob’s balls and nipples. His balls were already pulled up tight and his nipples were steely nubs. With Shawn stroking away and with me tweaking his nips and massaging his balls, Rob finally went over the edge for the last time that night, spraying what juice he had left onto his stomach and chest. The final sounds of orgasm faded away, leaving five drained cocks and a tent that was filled with the smell of man sex. It was intoxicating to say the least.
After a quick clean-up, we climbed into our sleeping bags. I fell asleep using Jason’s shoulder as a pillow.
* * * * *
The skies were still cloudy and the air was still sultry, but the rain had stopped. We’d eaten breakfast and Jason and I were down at the creek having a quick wash-up. “Jason!” Shawn called out to us. He sounded rather anxious. “Someone’s coming! Should I get some shorts for you?”
Jason turned his head and craned his neck, looking down the lane toward the side road. “Nah. It’s just the caretaker from the house,” he replied, pointing vaguely over his shoulder with his thumb. “I’m expecting him.” We abandoned our wash-up and started walking back to the tent.
Rob scrambled naked into the tent as we approached and came out a few seconds later tying up the waist strings of his checkerboard board shorts. James and Shawn had dressed in loose, nylon running shorts when they woke up that morning. They obviously belonged to Shawn. Except for the colours, they were a matching pair, and they pulled tight enough over their butts when they bent over that I could see that they weren’t wearing any underwear beneath them. Shawn’s were almost the colour of a bright morning sky and James’ were pale pumpkin orange that made him look one-hundred percent delectable. Without shirts, they were a double dose of serious eye candy on an otherwise dreary morning.
Jason and I were there at the side of the laneway to greet Andy when he pulled up in the SUV and parked it in front of us. He looked even more serious than he had been the day before. In fact, it looked as though he had a stick of dynamite shoved up his ass and was ready to blow. Unlike us, he was not a happy camper.
We stood there, holding hands, waiting. Andy opened the electric passenger window a crack and asked, “Are you to going to put on any clothes?” From my perspective, I didn’t think Andy could see us from the midsection down.
Jason just smiled politely and said, “No.”
“At least cover yourselves with your hands.”
Again, Jason said, “No.” This time, he added, “Just get out here, will ya?”
He didn’t. Instead, he looked down at the seat beside him, picked up a folded piece of paper, and poked it through the open window slot. Jason took it and opened it up, glanced at it, and folded it up again before I could see what was written on it. He looked up at Andy again. All of a sudden, Jason wasn’t a happy camper, either. “Get out here and explain this, Andy.” He was met with silence and a headshake. “Fine,” he said sternly and threateningly. “Either you come out or I’m coming in. I won’t talk about this through a slot in the window.”
Andy tried to stare Jason down, but I knew it wouldn’t work. Jason could out-stare a marble statue. Less than a minute later, Andy was glowering as he climbed out of the SUV, slamming the door shut before circling the front of the vehicle and joining us on the other side.
“What the hell is this?” Jason asked forcefully as he held up the piece of paper.
“It’s my resignation.”
“I know that. I want to know why.”
Andy kept his eyes locked on Jason’s. It’s like I wasn’t even there. “I phoned your grandfather last night,” Andy began. “I told him what you were doing yesterday and I told him that you had no intention of stopping when you move in.”
“And I asked him if he would talk to you about it,” he continued. “Try to convince you to be a bit more private.”
“And what did Grampa say?”
“He told me it’s your house and you can do whatever you want in it. He said I should keep my nose out of your business, and if I didn’t like it. . . well,” he added, indicating the paper in Jason’s hand, “you’re holding my only other option. It was a tough decision, especially after everything I did for your grandparents.”
“Oh, cut the fuckin’ crap, Andy. You and I both know the only reason you helped Grampa take care of Gramma after her stroke was so you could keep on living there for free after she died. God only knows what Grampa saw in you, but I’m certainly not seein’ it. The only reason I didn’t fire your sorry ass after Grampa moved out west is because I promised him I wouldn’t.”
A knowing look flashed in Andy’s eyes, but it was so brief that I wasn’t even sure that was what I saw. But then one corner of his lip curled up ever-so-slightly and I knew that he knew of Jason’s promise. I was just about to tell Jason my suspicions when he held up the paper and said, “But this. This little piece of paper solves my problem, Andrew. I get rid of you without breaking my promise to Grampa. It’s the best thing you’ve ever done for me.”
Andy’s smirk turned into a sneer. He was seething, hands on hips, lips pulled tight, eyes squinting, nostrils flaring, temples throbbing, jaws clenching. I was convinced that he wasn’t expecting Jason to accept his resignation because of that promise. His little scheme seemed to have backfired on him big time. I looked at Jason. If the look on his face was turned into a single word, I think it would have been, “Gotcha.”
“Sorry to break it to you, Andy,” Jason concluded, “but you just derailed your gravy train. My guys will be in touch. I’d start packing if I were you.”
Andy scowled and fumed for a very long minute, and then, without another word, he turned on his heels and tore off down the lane toward the house beyond the hedgerow of trees. That was the last time I saw Andy.
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
It has been a long time coming, but it was a powerful chapter. It didn't take long at all to be back with our boys of Summer on the farmland far away from the madding crowd.
I'm going to pay for staying up so late to read your latest chapter - I already am, but it was well worth it.
Thank you for continuing to work on your stories as you can, despite your physical difficulties.
We truly appreciate it.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
I found this by accident Neil. I guess the notification system broke. It was great to read the horny tales of Jason et al, and wonderful to see you writing again.
Neil, I have loved this story from Chapter 1. Jason is my kind of guy!
You've gone a great job with this tale.
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
I am so glad to have Jason and his matesssssssssssss back again, thanks Neil. This chapter is as usual just as good as the 43 others one. I am also glad you've already written half of the next one so we wont have to wait long before it comes. I know you do what you can and its nice of you to go on like that. Congrat mate.
Neil, I have fallen in love with Brad..... Now I am in love with Jason! Thank you for writing, I know that it is difficult, THANK YOU!! I am in love with your stories and can't wait for more! Looking forward to more! Thank You!!
Thank you! This an amazing story and I really enjoy reading it, since I have joined I dont know how many times I have read it. Glad to see an update!
Absolutely LOVE it so far!!! PPMS!
Enjoy Jason all over again.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
Loved reading this and Watching Brad again while I have had time off work
The boys of Jason's Summer are certainly great guys, one and all.
And I know, if I'll only be true, to this glorious quest . . .
WHAT HAVE I DONE????
Now I've started reading THIS story, and it's nigh-impossible to put down.
In either meaning of the phrase...(1) to disparage it, or (2) to stop reading and go do something else. Either option is impossible. I experienced this 22 months ago when I started reading WATCHING BRAD.
I'm at Post #40, so I've gone through Chapter 6, including the bombshell Chapter 5. I have the feeling that I'll need a delivery-by-crane of enough tissue by the time I'm done.
If somebody asks who my favorite author is, I'll say "Neil in Canada" but nobody has an idea...
"Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking." -The Scarecrow, THE WIZARD OF OZ, 1939
Boss, to Sue: "Sorry, we have to downsize, and I need to lay you and Jack off." Sue to boss: "Can you just jack off? I have a headache today."
Make, for a man, a fire - and he'll be warm for a few hours. Set a man afire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
You put so much cool stuff into your stories, Neil.He looked as if he would be more at home wrestling bulls, yet, here he was, taking off my clothes with all the tenderness of a hummingbird feather brushing a soap bubble.
"Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking." -The Scarecrow, THE WIZARD OF OZ, 1939
Boss, to Sue: "Sorry, we have to downsize, and I need to lay you and Jack off." Sue to boss: "Can you just jack off? I have a headache today."
Make, for a man, a fire - and he'll be warm for a few hours. Set a man afire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.