woooohooooo Neil........i need my story fix!!!!!! where's today's chapter!!!!!! lol c'mon baby....i need my daily fix....i'm gonna cum down off my high if you don't hurry!!!!
woooohooooo Neil........i need my story fix!!!!!! where's today's chapter!!!!!! lol c'mon baby....i need my daily fix....i'm gonna cum down off my high if you don't hurry!!!!
I'm writing it right now. I finished chapter 27 of 'Watching Brad' this morning, and I'm doing Jason at the moment. About half-way finished it.Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
Sorry to say that Jason's story isn't going to be as long as Ted and Brad's story.
I had figured it out already. Still a shameOriginally Posted by gsdx
That's ok Neil....if you were to write a 1 paragraph story.....i'm sure it would be just as good as a book the size of War and Peace if you wrote it!!!!
Wow, can you say suck up?Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
But gayemtinpa is right... this story is very good I'm enjoying it
TAKING CARE OF JASON
By the time Jason was driving me home, I was deeply, madly, head-over-heels in love with him. Despite his size and strength and rough, intimidating, outward look, he was one of the most kind, most gentle, most considerate people I had ever met. While he was holding me back at the brook, he held me with all the tenderness it would take to embrace a soap bubble. There wasn't a sign of the rough, gruff Jason from before.
I knew I'd be safe with him now. I knew that, if anyone touched me again, Jason would make a new doorway in a concrete wall with their bodies. Jason would be sending people to the hospital.
"I don't know if I can do it anymore, Scott," he said.
"Be an asshole to you again."
"You have to, Jason," I told him. "I know what this means: to you, to your scholarship, to your friends, to everything. I know you won't hurt me. Now that I understand, I don't mind, really."
He glanced at me then, and he smiled. "I'll make it up to you afterwards."
We drove on in silence for awhile. "Why me?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you pick me?" I asked again.
His smile was so wonderful, and he actually looked embarrassed by my question. "You'll laugh."
"No, I won't."
He paused as if he were trying to decide whether or not to tell me. "You gave me a hardon."
I didn't laugh. "I know. I sucked it."
He glanced at me. "Before that. The moment I saw you, I got a hardon. It had nothing to do with the blowjob."
"Wow," I said stupidly.
"I've thought about guys I've met when I jacked off, but none of them ever gave me a hardon before. Since that night at the party, you're the only one I think about now."
"I'm surprised you even have to jerk off."
Jason laughed. I have to tell you. I've always thought Jason was gorgeous. Not ‘pretty' gorgeous, but ‘handsome' gorgeous. Even when he was an asshole, he was gorgeous. When he laughed like that, though, and there was genuine humour in his face, his gorgeousness went up a thousand points.
"All those stories you've heard about me?" he said, still grinning. "All lies."
"But I know dozens of girls who have bragged about getting into your pants."
"And you might know the one girl who really did," he said. "I've only screwed two girls in my life, Scott. The one here at college and another one who lives on the other side of the country. The other girls didn't get any farther than grabbing my nuts through my jeans."
"So, it's all bragging," I said.
"Yup. And you've probably heard rumours from other gay guys around campus who claim the same thing. Only one of ‘em actually touched me and he got a bloody nose out of it."
"You can't tell me a guy like you has to jerk off all the time."
"Oh, I don't," he said. "I've been with a lot of guys, but not here. I just go someplace where no- one knows me. It's not hard for someone like me to find a guys willing to drop their pants for me. I've never sucked anyone before, though. Only you. The other guys I'd let blow me, or I'd fuck them, but I never did anything else to them."
I knew Jason was inexperienced in giving blowjobs. I had no idea he was a virgin in that department. I felt honoured.
"You're the only one I want, Scott," he added. "If you want me, I'll take care of you. No more quid pro quo."
"I don't want anyone else."
"Not even Rob?"
"Rob is cute, and I kind of felt sorry for him, but he's not who I want. He's not my type. You are."
"He's not my type, either."
"So, what do we do with him?" I asked.
"We can't just kick him aside," Jason said. "I told him I would protect him and I have to do that."
"Shit," I said. "Gorgeous and honourable!"
Jason shrugged the compliment away. "We have to keep him involved, at least until he gets bored or finds someone else to play with. I won't do the quid pro quo thing with him, though. I told him I'd protect him from that stinky guy, and I'll keep that deal. After that, he's on his own. Or. . ." He paused for almost a minute. "Or, we can make him not want to be around us."
"We'll bring him back for a time or two. I'll leave you guys alone and you can tell him some of the things we've done, like the ass fucking and pissing and stuff. Make it as scary as you can. Find out what scares him to death and I'll try to make him do it. If he refuses, I take him home and tell him I don't want to see him again."
"That's mean," I said. "You won't hurt him, will you?"
"No, of course not. I'll just scare him away."
"What if he says something to someone?"
"He won't, Scott. He's too afraid to open the closet door, and that's what he would be doing if he opened his mouth to anyone."
"Okay," I agreed.
* * * * *
I got all the answers I needed that Tuesday evening. Jason had set up another get-together with Rob. We had a nice, mutual blowjob session together, and I let Rob fuck me for good measure. I knew Jason was watching us. I could see him off to the side, standing there in the trees. I don't think Rob saw him though.
It was obvious when Rob shot his load. He was very noisy when he came. Jason disappeared from beside us and came through the trees in front of us. He didn't even strip. He just opened his jeans, hooked his underwear under his balls, pulled a condom out of my jeans and slid it over his hardon. He gave me one helluva fuck. I enjoyed every moment of it, but my screams and forced tears worked their magic. He didn't say a thing. He just did it, stood up, tossed the condom into the creek, zipped up, and walked back to his car.
After he left us alone, I didn't even have to say anything before Rob whispered, "I hope he never asks me to do that! He'd rip me apart!"
I smiled weakly at him, wiping at my eyes for emphasis. "He likes to slam it home, that's for sure. He loves to fuck face, too. Jason likes it hard and deep. Doesn't matter which hole he uses."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"Sure, but what can I do?" I said. "He protects me and I have to take care of his needs."
"But he's protecting me, too."
I could hear the fear in his voice. I decided a bit of honesty was in order. "No, he isn't. He told you he'd handle Smelly Crotch. He has, and he will. Smelly won't bother you anymore and he doesn't even have to know about you unless you tell him."
There was still fear in his eyes. "But what if Jason tells me I have to do it for him?"
"He won't, don't worry. I'm his boy. If he tells anyone to do anything, it will be me."
"And you'd do it?"
I shrugged. "It's part of the deal we have. Hell, he's even pissed on me and I had to let him do it."
The look on Rob's face changed from fear to absolute terror. "Oh, shit, Scott! I can't do anything like that! What am I going to do?"
I grabbed his hand and clutched it compassionately. "Take it easy, Rob. You're only here because I told Jason I owed you a blowjob. I gave it to you and you gave me one. Hell, you even blew Jason. But if this stuff scares you, I suggest you go find someone else to play with. There's lots of us out there, Rob. You'll find someone nice. Just don't let him use you like Jason uses me."
I thought he was going to cry. "Why do you put up with it?"
"Because a sore ass for a few hours sure beats spending two days in the hospital."
Rob took his hand out of mine and looked across the stream. "I think I want to go home," he said quietly.
"If you do, you know we can't do anything together anymore."
He looked back at me. "I know."
"Okay," I said. "Get dressed. I'll ask Jason to take you home."
"Aren't you getting dressed, too?"
"Not until Jason tells me to."
I waited as he pulled on his clothes.
"Are you going to be okay?" He was genuinely concerned.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Jason won't hurt me. I take too good care of him."
When Rob was finally dressed, he followed me back to the car. He stood back a bit as I bent down, resting my arms on the window frame. I looked at Jason's fantastic face and winked. I spoke loud enough for Rob to hear me. "I'll do whatever you want, Jason, but Rob wants to go home."
Jason looked past me toward Rob. I looked back, too. Rob looked like he was about to piss his pants. "Too bad," Jason said. "I was hoping to have a go at that ass of yours."
Rob sucked in a fast, deep breath and actually took a step backwards. I looked back at Jason. He didn't look at me. "Please, Jason. You can fuck me all night if you want. Please. Rob just wants to go home."
Jason's silence was Hitchcockian. Then he jerked his head toward the passenger door. "Get in," he said to Rob.
"I'll get dressed," I said.
"No!" Jason shouted. I reeled away from him. "You keep your ass here and wait for me until I get back! And if you do anything else with that thing besides piss, you'll be in deep shit! You hear me!?"
"Yes," I said quietly.
"How many condoms do you have left?"
"I'll buy a new box," he said. "Keep that ass ready for me. You're in for a long night."
His gaze moved back to Rob. "Well!?" he said loudly. "Get your ass in this car!"
Rob didn't move. I walked over to him and put my hands on his arms. His own hands came up and grabbed my elbows. "Please, Rob," I said in a whisper. "Please get in the car. He won't hurt you. I swear it."
"Will you be okay?"
"Oh, sure," I said, tossing the comment off. "It's not like he hasn't fucked me all night before."
He looked into my eyes for a long time. I knew Jason would wait for me. "Can I kiss you ‘goodbye'?" he asked softly.
I turned my head toward Jason. "He wants to kiss me."
"Well, what are you looking at me for, asshole! I don't want to kiss you!" Man, he was good. "Hurry up and get it over with before I puke!"
I turned back to Rob and leaned forward. Rob was as inexperienced at kissing as he was with everything else, but he was enthusiastic, and he tasted good. It was a nice kiss, and I gave him my best, but it didn't come anywhere near what Jason would give me when he got back.
I broke the kiss. "Trust me, Rob," I said. "You'll be safe. Jason won't hurt you, and old Smelly won't bother you again. Jason's an asshole, but you can trust him. He's a man of his word. You'll be okay."
"Thank you for everything, Scott."
I gave him my best smile and released his arms. I wrapped one around the shoulders and walked him to the car. When he was inside, I looked at Jason. "Remember. You gave me your word."
"Don't worry, fag," he said in disgust. "Your honey-bun will get home in one piece." He started the car, turned around, and left me standing there bare-assed naked and waiting.
* * * * *
Jason was just as naked as I was when he joined me at the blanket. I'd been sitting there, waiting for him. He was smiling broadly and wrapped his left arm around my back and slid his right arm under my legs. He picked me up without so much as a grunt of effort. He plastered his lips against mine and spun me around in circles. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on.
"You're all mine!" he shouted. "I don't know what you said to poor Rob, but he was shitting bricks all the way home." He started to laugh.
"That fuck you threw into me certainly helped. The face-fucking scared him even more, but the pissing bit did the trick. That's when he asked to go home."
Jason kissed me again. "Don't worry," he said when he was done, "I'll watch out for him. I like him. But you're the one I love."
He held me in his arms the whole time I kissed him, and that was a very long time.
* * * * *
Jason had learned a lot during our last cocksucking session together, and he put his new knowledge to good use. He couldn't deep throat me yet, but he had a tongue on him that could dance rings around Saturn. What he lacked in his sucking talents, he more than made up for with that tongue. It found parts of my cock and I didn't know were there.
I, of course, did my usual best and had Jason moaning like crazy. I was surprised that he was so vocal. He wasn't that way when he was the asshole. Jason had been holding my ass as we lay side-by-side, but he released my ass cheek and pulled his mouth off my cock. Only a short time later, his mouth was sucking me again and his fingers pressed against my ass crack. The middle one searched for and found my asshole. His finger was slick with saliva and it slid in easily. My hips pushed against it and invited it in. He pushed it in as far as it would go and my hips began to squirm.
His finger began to fuck me as he sucked me, and he suddenly pulled his lips away and said, "Do me, too."
I pulled off his cock and said, "Can you reach the lube?"
"Use spit," he said urgently. "I do it all the time." Then, more urgently, he added, "Please, Scott! Hurry!"
I did as he asked. Within moments, my spit-soaked finger was pushing into his asshole and I was sucking him down my throat. Just in time, too. I found his prostate and blam! Jason was creaming my tonsils with more intensity than I had expected. That got my own balls boiling and I was creaming his tonsils before he could spell Mississippi. He shot long and hard, and he filled my mouth over and over again, and it just kept cumming.
I slurped and I swallowed, and I slurped some more. Our groans of release echoed in harmony through the trees.
All too soon, it was over. We pulled away from each other and Jason opened his arms to me. I fell into them and he hugged me hard to his massive chest.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," he said.
I slapped his furry belly. "And you're at least twice that," I said. Jason was bigger than me in all respects. He was taller, wider, and thicker than me. His biceps were twice the size of mine, and his thighs could do some serious damage to a walnut.
And then there was his hair. I could spend hours doing nothing except playing with the hair on his chest. Jason didn't like it and said he'd even shaved it off a couple of times when he was younger, but it was so itchy that he decided not to shave anymore. When he found out how much I loved it, he never thought of shaving it again.
Jason started kissing me once more. For such a big, intimidating guy, he certainly was a romantic. And those hands that could straighten a horseshoe were gentle enough to tickle my back with the touch of a feather. I asked him about all the noise he was making now. That was part of his ‘straight guy' image, he explained. "Straight guys aren't supposed to let the guy doing him know that they're enjoying it. It's a cop-out, really. As long as they don't think they're enjoying it, they're not doing anything gay."
"That's stupid," I told him.
"That's the rule," Jason replied. Then, "Hey, you got another condom?"
"I thought you were going to buy a box."
"That was for Rob's benefit. You got one?"
"Just one," I said, sitting up and fishing the packet from my pants pocket.
I ripped open the packet, pulled out the condom and tossed the wrapper. I reached for Jason's hard cock.
He stopped me with his hand.
"It's for you," he said.
I just looked at him.
"I want you to fuck me, Scott."
To Be Continued
neil, u are the best!! how can u come up with these stories?
Yum! this just keeps getting hotter and hotter.
Well I'm just getting around to reading this one. You might wanna have Autolycus edit this in your first chapter:
"Brad grabbed my hair in his hands, holding my head still. He started pounding his cock into me, slamming his belly against my face and his balls against my chin with every stroke. His hips gained speed and his ramming became more intense."
Brad is such a nice guy, and I hate to see him getting confused with the likes of Jason, LOL. Besides Ted would be upset if Brad had done that.
Great story. I too, am not into the piss play thing, but it works for this story. Then again who am I to talk. I'm the dude that writes bondage stories and has two poor dudes tied up in a barn. Poor guys have been there a while now, cuz I keep reading your stories and make no time to write their adventure.
Anyway, another nice tale you have going here
^^ Wow! And I was so careful trying to keep from confusing the names. I even missed it in proof.
Good catch, my friend. The edit request has been issued. Thanks.
Oh Neil, This just gets better & better
The asshole becoming a lover, great story
biKCboy, your boys are naked ,cold & starving
in that barn, should we send out a rescue squad? !!!!
Ozark takes place in Arkansas in late June..its hot as hell in that barn. Besides they are being fed subway sandwiches as I type. I am almost done with Chap 17..it should be posted tonight. Maybe I can work it our so Jason comes to visit....naw..I don't want him peein on poor lil Jared...lol.Originally Posted by harry113
Kewl to see Jason's sensitive side coming out, Neil. I don't know how you are doing all these stories at once..I have a hard time finding time for one. I'm glad you do though. Your stuff is very fun to read.
Keep Jason away from the Ozarks. He will only get his mind poisoned.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
"Why?" I asked. I was genuinely stunned. I couldn't imagine why someone like Jason would want to be fucked by someone like me.
"Don't you want to?"
"Yes, but. . ."
"Then that's why," Jason answered. "For this to work for us, I have to give as much as I get."
"But, shit, Jason," I said. "Guys like you don't get fucked."
Jason just smiled. "This one does. And you're the guy I want to do it."
"Shit," I said again.
"I've been looking for a man like you my whole life, Scott. Now I've found you, and I want to do everything with you."
"Compared to you, I'm just a little boy."
"You're more of a man than you give yourself credit for," he said.
I sat there, staring into his handsome face. His dark eyes locked themselves onto mine and held my gaze. Since I'd met him, I'd wondered what it would be like to feel his ass squeezing my cock, but I never dreamed he'd give me the chance to find out. Now that it was here, I was inexplicably hesitant. I should have been pounding him by now, the way he pounded me, but here I was, trying to talk him out of it instead.
Guys like Jason had the power. They had the control. They did what they wanted and that was that. To hell with the other guy. Their pleasure was the only thing that mattered, and I had no right to expect anything in return. This was coming at me way too fast.
"Please, Scott." Jason's voice shoved its way into my brain, pushing my thoughts aside. "I'm ready for this."
"Please," he repeated. When I didn't move, Jason sat up and took the condom from my fingers. He placed it over the head of my cock, which was still rock solid, and he rolled it down the shaft. When he was finished, he placed his hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes again before kissing me one more time.
"Be gentle," he said with a silly smile. "It's my first time." He moved away from me, rolled onto his knees, and folded his arms flat on the blanket, laying his hands one over the other. His head turned sideways as he rested it on the backs of his hands.
I looked at his ass and I was drawn to it by some invisible force. His cheeks lay open to me and my hands found them. My face moved in and my tongue found that secret spot. Jason moaned as I began to rim him, my tongue circling his button and poking its way inside. Jason pushed back against me.
I'm not sure how long I rimmed him, but all to soon Jason was saying "Please" again and I was pulling my tongue out of his ass so I could reach the lube. I squeezed a big glob onto my finger and began getting him ready for what was to come.
I pulled my finger out of his ass, grabbed my cock in my fingers, and placed it at his asshole. My left hand rested on his powerful back. Jason clenched his muscles tight and I felt the resistance. With conscious effort on his part, I could feel Jason relaxing them again and I pushed forward slightly. The muscles clenched once more and pushed against me, and then they suddenly relaxed once more and the head of my cock slid inside. His ass clamped around me and he said, "Wait!"
Jason was panting, his mouth open and his eyes closed. There was obvious pain in his face, but it was equally obvious that he was fighting against it. I waited until Jason's face became calm again and he ass muscles loosened their grip.
"Okay," he said, and I pushed forward slowly. His face tensed again, but he didn't stop me again. I pushed in until I was completely buried inside him. When Jason felt my pelvis pressing against the cheeks of his ass, he breathed out a heavy sigh. My other hand joined its mate on his back.
I've fucked a few guys in my time, but it was never like this. Nothing larger than a finger had ever been up this ass before. And now it was wrapped around my cock.
I started slowly, gently, pulling out to the head and pressing back in again. Jason began to match my strokes, pushing back as I pressed forward. My hands moved to his hips and I grasped them in my fingers as my own hips picked up speed and power.
I didn't come close to the slamming that Jason had given me, but I came pretty damned close. Perspiration covered me, and Jason became slick beneath me. His head moved forward and back with each stroke, sliding over his hands as I pistoned into him. I began to grunt each time my balls slapped against him, and Jason moaned each time he felt them.
His moans became louder and turned into groans. That encouraged me to go even faster and harder. All too soon, my balls were pulling up and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My hands moved to his sides, sliding over the slippery skin, and my chest lowered to his back. My hips hunched and my cock pounded into him. I turned my face to Jason and my lips and tongue tasted as much of his sweat as I could find.
"Oh, fuck, Scott!" Jason shouted. "Fuck me!" He grunted loudly as I rammed home, then he repeated, "Fuck me!"
I pushed away from his back and really threw it at him. My balls were boiling and they were beginning to blow. As my orgasm started, the growl erupted from my throat. Sweat poured down my chest and arms and face. Jason's powerful ass clamped itself around me and I came.
Blast after blast of jizz shot out of me, filling the condom. Jason's strained voice reached my ears. "Oh, fuck, Scott! I'm going to cum!" By the time the last shots were oozing out of me, Jason was shouting, "I'm cumming, Scott! Fuck, I'm cumming!"
I pulled out of him and flipped Jason onto his back, his knees bent and his feet flat on the ground. I'd missed most of his juice already. It lay in long, thick ropes on the blanket. My cock was still spasming as I wrapped my lips around his cock. Jason's hips rose off the ground until his body was a straight line from shoulders to knees.
Jason pumped what jizz was left into me and his hips dropped slightly. "Don't stop!" he yelled, and I kept on sucking. "Fuck! It's coming again!" Less than a minute later, Jason yelled, "I'm cumming!"
His hands found my head and he held it as his hips shoved upward with each blast of cum. I took it all this time, sucking every last drop of semen out of him as his body settled back onto the blanket again. His chest heaved and I released his cock and fell onto him. Jason's huge arms came around me and held me tight. My whole body rose and fell with each breath he took.
We weathered the storm together, my head pressed into his shoulder. His fingertips dug into my back, locking me against him. His breathing slowed and finally became normal. It was over.
Jason kissed the back of my head and I flipped it over so I could look at him. I got a kiss on the lips this time. "Tomorrow morning," he said with a sneaky grin, "I'm going to buy a whole box of condoms and you're not going to stop fucking me until they're all gone."
I smiled. "You liked it?"
"Not quite as much as your blowjobs, but yeah, I liked it." And then he added, "A lot."
My hand went to his face and I pressed it against his cheek. I rubbed it against the stubble there, and then to his hair. My fingers entwined themselves into his and I pulled him forward and I kissed him again. His massive arms hugged me in the most loving bear hug I've ever encountered.
Later, as I lay against his shoulder, my right hand holding his neck, I whispered, "I still can't believe this is happening to me."
"Believe it, Scott," he said. "You're stuck with me."
Jason kissed me again and then he just lay there, holding me.
* * * * *
True to his word, Jason bought a box of condoms. Over the next week and a half, we were together every day. He became quite the cocksucker and became obsessed with getting fucked. He loved it more than he loved fucking me. I had to beg him to get his cock up my ass. Even then, I had to promise to fuck him right afterwards. He'd even discovered he enjoyed rimming me almost as much as sucking me.
He kept up the asshole persona on the outside, but when we were alone, he was all lover all the way. It was a shared relationship. He gave as much as he received and he wasn't afraid to try anything new.
That week and a half later, Rob met me in the hall as I was on my way to a seminar. He pulled me to the side and whispered, "Can you get away from Jason Saturday afternoon? I need to meet with you."
I shook my head. "Sorry, Rob. We can't get together anymore. You know that."
His hand moved to my arm. "I know. I want you to meet someone."
My eyes opened and a smile broke across my face. "Really?"
Rob's smile was sincere, but shy. "Yeah. Can you come?"
"I think so," I told him.
"Do you know the ice cream shop on Front Street?"
"Saturday at two?"
I nodded. "I'll be there."
"Thanks, Scott." His smile changed from shyness to happiness. "For everything."
* * * * *
Rob was already there when I arrived. Another fellow sat across the table from him. I saw they were drinking milkshakes, so I bought one for myself and joined them. Rob slid over into the chair beside the window and I sat in the one he'd just vacated.
"Scott, this is Tom," he said. "Tom? This is Scott."
We shook hands. "Please to meet you, Scott." His voice was deep, much deeper than I expected from a man his size. He wasn't much bigger than me, but his hair was just as golden as my eyes were blue. It was almost metallic and sparkled in the sunlight coming through the window. His moustache was equally golden.
"Likewise," I said.
"We met at the movies," Rob said. "I was in line for my ticket and he got in line right behind me. We started talking and we ended up sitting together in the theatre."
"Cost me twenty bucks to get the guy and his girlfriend right behind Rob to let me butt into the line in front of them, but it was worth every penny."
"He wanted to meet me," Rob said. He had the largest grin on his face that I'd ever seen. "Can you believe that?"
I nodded. "Some things are destined to be."
"It's all because of you, Scott," he said. "If you hadn't shown me how to get away from Will, we never would have met."
"How's it going with him, anyway?"
"Not so good. He's pretty pissed off, but I've been avoiding him okay up to now."
"I can handle him," Tom said. "I hope he can run, ‘cuz if he ever touches Rob. . ."
"I've got my own ‘Jason' now," Rob said. "Except. . ."
I glanced at my watch. "Shit. I've got to get going. Jason's waiting for me down the street. It was nice meeting you, Tom."
"Same here." We shook hands again.
Rob's hand reached for my arm. "Are things okay with you?"
I smiled and nodded. "They're going fine," I told him. "Don't worry about me."
"Okay. Take care of yourself, Scott."
"I will." I got up and left the ice cream shop.
* * * * *
The next Monday, I was waiting for Jason. I was crouched down by his car, reading, as I often was when I knew he'd be late. I'm not sure what hit my face. I think it was a book. My head slammed back into Jason's car door, and then the fists and feet came at me. I didn't see my attacker, but I knew who it was. There was no mistaking that smell.
I was lying on the ground now, trying to protect my head with my arms. The fists came one after the other, pounding into me, and the kicks were just as fast and vicious and intense. One kick caught my ribs and I heard a terrifying crack. And still the punches and kicks came. I'm sure I was screaming, but I couldn't even hear myself through the pain. Everything around me started to fade away from me. My head bounced against the ground.
Somewhere in my mind I heard someone shout, "Hey!!" And the punches and kicks stopped and I could hear footsteps running away from me. A moment later, a hand came gently to my shoulder. "Oh, shit," the voice said. Then, "Someone call 9-1-1!!" To me, the voice said, "Don't move, pal. I'll stay here with you."
I don't remember anything after that until I woke up in the hospital. Nurses were still applying bandages to me. And then I felt the pain and I started to cry. I felt a needle being stuck in my arm and the pain started to go away, but I still cried.
It was awhile later that I was wheeled into a small ward and placed gently onto a bed. My whole body felt like it was twice the size it should be. I tried to talk and found that I couldn't. The police came in and quickly learned there would be no statements from me for awhile. They'd come back again when I could talk again.
For the next hour, I nodded off to sleep, only to awaken again a few minutes later. I became aware of fingers stroking my hair and a very familiar voice saying, "Scott?" My eyes opened. Jason was standing there beside me. Tears filled his eyes and my own eyes became filled with mine. "I'm so sorry, Scott," he said softly. "I failed you." His face moved closer to mine and I could feel his breath against my lips. And then I felt the soft, gentle caress of his own lips. It was such a delicate kiss, but it was enough to let me taste him and to know that he was there.
He leaned back again, his eyes locking on mine. His fingers still caressed my hair. "It was Will, wasn't it?"
My voice couldn't say anything, but my eyes must have told him everything he needed to know.
"I love you, Scott," he said, and he kissed me again. And then he was gone.
I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to call him back. I knew where he was going, and I didn't want him to leave me. I wanted to jump out of bed and grab him and hold him back. I wanted to keep him here with me.
I couldn't do any of them. I closed my eyes and started to pray.
To Be Continued
More, more, I want more.
I think smelly crotch is gonna die or wish he did.
I wouldn't want to be on Will's shoes right now !
Virgin? My ass !!
He's done.....D U N done!!!!! Oh well....didn't like the odor he omitted anyway
Wow it just gets better and better.
Eh, great story so far dude.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
I don't know where it came from. I don't know if there was divine intervention or if it was just my determination. Whatever it was. . .
"Jason!" My voice was harsh and painful and little more than a loud breath. It hurt so much to use it.
"Nurse!" the man in the bed beside me shouted. "He spoke!" the man said. "I heard him!"
The nurse was beside me a moment later, looking down into my battered face. Her voice was gentle and soothing. "Can you speak?" she asked.
My eyes found her somehow. I gathered up everything inside me that was left to find and said one more time, "Jason."
The nurse disappeared from my view. I heard some familiar sounds, but couldn't put them together in my shattered mind. Then I heard her voice. She sounded anxious and excited. "Doctor, he's talking. Are the police still with you?" She paused, then, "Right."
She was back beside me. "You're going to be okay," she assured me. "Don't talk yet. The police are coming. Do you know who did this to you?"
My head gave her a barely-perceptible nod. "Good," she said, and she smiled at me. Her smile was almost pleasant enough to take away the pain my nod had caused me.
The nurse stayed with me until the police and the doctor arrived. Her hand was touching my hair, letting me know that she was still there for me. A deep, masculine voice filled the room. "Does he know who did this?"
The nurse looked over her shoulder toward the voice. "Yes," she said. She turned back to me. "Tell us who did this."
I gathered myself again, finding the strength, but I found only enough to form a ‘W' on my lips. I closed my eyes and tried again. "Will," I whispered.
"He said ‘Will'," the nurse told the officer.
"William?" the officer asked.
The nurse looked at me. My eyes turned away for a moment, then back. To the officer, she said, "I don't think he knows." She looked at me again. "Can you tell us his last name?"
Tears were filling my eyes from the pain. The doctor's voice reached my ears. "We have to give him something."
"We need the last name."
"I don't care," the doctor said. "He's my patient and I'm responsible for him."
The nurse was still looking carefully at my face, watching for anything that could be considered a reaction. She found it in my eyes. "Wait," she said. "I don't think he wants anything yet."
My eyes relaxed again, still filled with tears. My eyes were talking for me. "Please tell me Will's last name if you can," she said calmly.
Once more, I reached somewhere inside me and found the last bit of strength available to me. "Stah. . ." That's all I had strength for.
"Stah?" the nurse repeated. My eyes said ‘yes'
"Keep going, nurse," the doctor said. He was on the other side of me now, holding my wrist.
"Okay," the nurse smiled. "A game. Let's see. Stah. . . Stoddard?. . . Stockwell?. . ." She waited for a reaction between each name. Three more names followed, and then she said, "Stockton?"
My eyes screamed ‘yes!'
She turned to the police officer. "Will Stockton."
"We'll get right on it," the officer said.
I felt something prick my arm, and then I didn't feel anything. My angel, the nurse, faded into black right before my eyes.
* * * * *
Jason didn't come back that day. Nobody came that day. Nor the next morning or afternoon. I waited and I hurt and I cried, but nobody came. It wasn't until early in the evening, after the orderlies had delivered dinner to the other three patients in my ward - mine was delivered in a plastic bag - that Rob came into the room. I almost started crying again when I saw him.
Rob's right arm was in a sling and he had a bandage on his forehead. His lower lip was swollen and his left eye was seriously darkened. Another nasty bruise darkened his cheek.
He pulled the curtain around us. There was little privacy, but at least we were spared the curious eyes of my ward mates. He moved to the side of the bed and his left hand found my right. He held it gently as he looked at me. "They weren't going to let me in, but I figured I'm the closest thing you have to family in this burg," he said.
"Thanks," I whispered. I had my voice back, but I was virtually limited to one-word phrases.
"They tell me you're going to be fine."
I looked into Rob's eyes. "Jason?" I said.
"He's been arrested, Scott."
I closed my eyes to the tears and squeezed Rob's hand. It hurt, but I needed to feel him.
"That's why he hasn't been to see you. He's being charged with assault."
My hand squeezed even harder.
"Scott," Rob said desperately. "Look at me."
I opened my eyes and found his lovely face again.
"Will did this to me, too. Jason stopped him. If he hadn't shown up when he did, I'd be where you are now. Or maybe even. . ." He stopped talking.
I waited. "What?"
"They found Red this morning, Scott," he said softly. "Red's dead. He still had Will's hunting knife stuck in his chest."
My eyes flew open. I'm sure you could have used them as saucers.
"Will lost it, Scott," Rob continued. "The police figure Red was killed yesterday morning. That was before he attacked you. And then he came after me. He was trying to kill us all, Scott. He's being charged with murder for Red and attempted murder on you and assault on me. There's piles of witnesses, Scott. We won't see Will again for a long time."
I gave Rob's hand another squeeze. I wanted him to tell me everything.
"Will found me, probably after he got to you. He was sitting on my chest, punching me." He held up is injured arm. "I sprained my wrist trying to protect myself. Will was gone, Scott. He didn't even look like Will anymore. He was hitting me and then I heard a scream that sounded like a freight train coming at us. I saw Jason running toward us. He was a tank, Scott. There was so much anger in him. So much hatred. I think he could have brought the entire football team to their knees all by himself."
He paused a moment. "Will saw him coming and started to get up, but it was too late. Jason tackled him and rolled right over him. Jason rolled over me, too, and as he did, Will went flying. He landed flat on his face. Jason was up and on him. Someone must have called the police when Will was beating on me because they showed up and pulled Jason off him before he could get in very many punches. It took two cops and four by-standers to do it, though." He smiled.
Rob became very serious then. He bend down close to my face and his voice dropped to a shallow whisper. "I saw Jason's face, Scott. There was a lot more there than friendly protection. There was a lot more than a deal between the two of you. He's your lover, isn't he?"
I was afraid to give him any indication of the truth.
"You don't have to say anything," Rob said. "I know. You and Jason are lovers." Then he smiled. "Don't worry. I won't say anything. But, I need to know something, Scott. Does he treat you the way he did when I was there?"
"No," I whispered.
Rob stood up again. He still held my hand. "It was all a show."
I tried to put a smile on my face. I'm not sure if Rob could see it. "Yes," I said. "Sorry."
A large smile crossed Rob's swollen lips and his eyes twinkled at me. "You are one lucky son of a bitch."
I hoped Rob could see the smile I gave him that time.
* * * * *
Rob visited me every night. He even managed to sweet-talk the nursed into allowing Tom to visit as well. I was so happy for him, and he and Tom looked great together. He kept me posted on everything.
Jason's trial was four days after my attack. I couldn't go, of course. It would be awhile before I could even piss in a toilet again. Rob and Tom had attended. It wasn't really a trial. Jason plead to a reduced sentence. He came out to the courts that day and admitted that Will had attacked and hospitalized his lover - me - and, when Jason found Will, he was beating on his friend - Rob.
The prosecutor was sympathetic, and took into consideration that Jason had no previous record of any sort. It had impressed him that Jason had accepted responsibility for his actions and didn't try to bargain his way out of jail. He was prepared to take his punishment. The prosecutor recommended six months in minimum security, and then probation.
Jason got the six months, and two years probation.
* * * * *
I had a lot of time over the next few weeks to think. Rob still came to visit me every day and commented on every improvement he saw. We became best friends during those visits. I could talk again, and most of the injuries were healing. The biggest one now was the broken rib and the two cracked ones. I knew I'd heard something go when Will kicked me. I felt it, too, but it scared me more when I heard it.
Rob even talked his parent into taking me in when I was released. I stayed in the spare bedroom. His mother had taken up nursing when she was younger, but left it when she was married in order to take care of her family and never went back to it after they'd grown up.
The day after I was able to get out of bed, Tom and Rob took me to see Jason. I sat in the chair in the partitioned cubicle for almost fifteen minutes before Jason showed up. He was uncuffed. He took his seat on the other side of the glass and picked up the telephone beside him. I couldn't reach mine without causing enormous pain and some serious wincing. The guard behind me reached it for me and placed it in my hand.
"Just set it on the table when you're finished," he said. "I'll hang it up."
I put the phone to my ear, and the first words I heard from Jason were, "I love you, Scott."
You have no idea how much effort it took not to burst into tears right then. I swallowed them back. "I love you, too, Jason."
He looked so beautiful sitting there. He was hard and tough, but his eyes were as soft and gentle as a lamb's. He no-longer looked at me from under his eyebrows. He looked at me with all the love he felt for me.
"I'm glad you came, Scott," he said. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since I saw you in the hospital. Rob's been in to keep me up-to-date, but I wouldn't believe him. Now that I see you, though. . ." His voice trailed off.
"You're looking good," I said to him.
Jason looked down and put a hand to his chest. "Yeah, well," he said, "they have a good gym here."
His eyes came back up to meet mine again. I turned to melted butter when I saw his wonderful smile. "No, Jason," I said. "I mean, you look good. I've seen your face in my mind for the past few weeks. It's nice to see it for real again."
His smile disappeared and a pained, concerned look came over his face. "I'm so sorry I can't be out there taking care of you, Scott. That's the worst part about being in here. Rob told me Will broke your rib."
"Yeah," I said. I didn't try to shrug off the comment. It hurt too much to do that.
Jason stared into my eyes. I knew he was going to be nothing but serious when he spoke again. "Listen to me, Scott," he began. "The day I get out of here, you're coming home with me. Dad's still paying the rent on my apartment for me. There's room for you there, and I'll be damned if I ever let you out of my sight again."
"But what about school? What will people say?"
"School's fucked now. My scholarship is fucked. And I don't care what people say anymore. I can't look after you if I'm hiding behind a closet door. No-one is every going to hurt you again. I give you my word."
"Jason. . ."
"It's done, Scott. You won't change my mind. I'll get a job until you're finished college, and then we'll get away from here. We'll go someplace where we can live any way we want and no- one will bother us."
"You can go to school somewhere else," I told him.
"I'm not going anywhere without you, Scott," he said. "Get used to it. I've got two years probation after this. That will give you time to finish school, and then we'll go away. Just you and me. Face it, Scott, wherever you are, that's where I'll be."
A guard came up behind Jason and said, "Two minutes."
Jason smiled up at him. "Thanks," he said. To me, he said, "Time to wrap this up."
"I miss you so much, Jason."
"I miss you, too, Scott. Look. Don't worry about me, okay? I can take care of myself in here. I'll be out in no time."
We looked at each other, just staring into each other's eyes for a longer time than we should have, perhaps. We could have spent that time talking.
"Can I bring you anything?" I asked stupidly when I realized we'd wasted so much time.
"Nah," he said. "Got everything I need in here."
The guard approached again and said, "Time." He stood behind Jason this time.
Jason nodded without taking his eyes off me. "Gotta go, Scott. I love you."
"I love you, too, Jason. Take care of yourself."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye, Jason," I said.
He hung up the phone and I set mine on the table. I didn't move as I watched him stand up and walk with the guard to the door. He paused a moment before he went out, looked back at me, and then he smiled and winked.
I watched him walking down the hall with the guard until there wasn't anything left of him for me to see.
To Be Continued
wow, neil, what cause will to go crazy this is one of the best story i have even read!!
It's speculation to those in the story, but I have the answer. Perhaps, if you put your collective minds together, you might come up with the answer yourselves. If not, I'll tell you.Originally Posted by hornydeafteen
Closeted homosexual with a mean streak.
i bet that smelly is jealous of rob because scott sucked blondie, but not him? is i am right?Originally Posted by gsdx
Not quite, but you're on the right track with the 'jealous' part.Originally Posted by hornydeafteen
i was so close!! i will wait until u wrote the story! i have a enought time to think what make will lose it!!Originally Posted by gsdx
Neil, You shouldn't have so much power over my emotions. *dries eyes*
I think smelly crotch is a nasty closet case who is very jealous and envious of Jason.
That's my guess and I am sticking to it.
Jealous of Jason & Scott? Lol.Originally Posted by gsdx
Somehow it is kind of easy to understand what went on Will's mind.
I guess Red asked to be out of his "relationship" with Will.. he was his last friend. Will had a lot of represed fellings (including lots of represed sexual energy), so when he contemplated to be left completly alone he went berzek. Murdering Red was sor of a passional crime.
Am I a little warm at least?
Virgin? My ass !!
BTW, great chapter! You got me jumping all over the place while reading it.
Virgin? My ass !!
You are more than warm. You're almost right on the money. The only thing different is that Will wasn't gay, and neither was Red. But Red was getting the after effects of Jason's interference, especially after Rob walked away because of him. Red had enough and wanted out of the friendship. Will went berzerk, killed him, then went after Scott and Rob.Originally Posted by Apollux
are u going to write what happen before jason get arrest?
Hmmm... seems like Will's brain and mine are wired the same way, I better get a physcological test done on me ASAP, before I go
Virgin? My ass !!
Unless Jason tells Scott about it later, I think you'll just have to use your imaginations.Originally Posted by hornydeafteen
I'm calling the court system, they are messed up!!!! Jason should not be in jail for defending Rob at the time of his assault......IT'S NOT RIGHT I TELL YA!!!! Great chapter Neil!
This is really beautiful, but if will was a murderer why was jason's sentence so tight?
My apologies. I should have researched more, but I wrote this chapter in less than 4 hours. I don't know the details myself except that Will laid charges against Jason, which is why he was arrested. Jason may have got off easily, and probably would have, but he still wanted to take responsibility for his actions, which is why he plead guilty.
Besides, I wanted Jason out of the closet, and this seemed like a good way to do it.
That is what I call "goin out with a Bang! "
Virgin? My ass !!
wow... just wow... keep 'em coming! its like a drama series w/o the cheesy plots!!!
After what Will did and he pressed charges? Keep writing!!
He went crazy because he's made at the world because he has major B/O.
No... I'm wrong? Ok then Neil, I give up. You simply must tell me because I don't think I'll figure I out without your assistance.
I already did. Scroll up to Post #84.
Already two days without updates?
Virgin? My ass !!
OMG Neil! First it was Brad and Ted, Now it's Jason and Scott! Your stories are soooo good! Thanks for keeping them going!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
Sorry. I'm writing as fast as I can, and about half-way through the chapter. However, I'm at a point in Brad & Ted's story that's occupying a lot more of my time than I thought it would.Originally Posted by Apollux
I'll update Jason in a day or so.
Not just now, but would you say that overall "Taking Care of Jason" has taken a toll because it been written at the same time than "Watching Brad"? - Curious mind want to know.
I mean, there must be a limit on a writter's attention and interest spam. I have been fallowing both stories since almost their start and so far TCJ feels a little like a second-class-citizen when compared to the amount of detail and deepness put on WB.
Who am I to question your desitions? Just a TCJ fan, no harsh intended.
Virgin? My ass !!
No 'harsh' taken. But, I'll try to explain your concerns.Originally Posted by Apollux
Ted is telling one story. Scott is telling the other. I'm just writing it down for them. They each have their own personalities and, therefore, their own ways of telling their stories. Ted is more of a 'detail' guy. Scott isn't.
I suppose it's similar to acting. When I'm writing 'first person' stories, I put myself into the mind of the character and let him write what he has seen and the way he has seen it.
You'll notice that Scott is more concerned about talking about the sex. He doesn't care what kind of swimming pool someone put up in their back yard.
Hope that helps explain it for you.