And Yet Another Great Chapter. I Simply Love It!!!!! I Hope It Continues.
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.
i just joined the site to tell you that this story is awesome!
its so good and feels so great when i read each chapter i cant wait nd i hope you get back to write in here again (:
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.
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
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 . . .