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    Curiosity satisfied !
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    Sorry, the author went off on a lesbian tangent with Watching Brad. Network trouble is temporary. Please do not adjust your set. Incredible programming will resume momentarily.

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    *squints* *hits TV*

    What's wrong with this darn thing?

    lol
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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 10

    Rob and his mother were wonderful people, and they took really good care of me. Now, in case you don't know much about broken ribs, let me fill you in a bit. There's not much you can do with them except line them up and hope for the best. Even cracked ribs are painful because they're always moving, and that's why it takes a broken rib so long to mend. The biggest problem, though, is the danger of punctured lungs and pneumonia. Fortunately, I avoided both.

    My Mom was sending what money she could to help, but it wasn't very much. I was fortunate enough to have a few friends of mine tape all my classes and collect my assignments. I had a lot of work to catch up on, but at least it kept me in the running for finishing the year.

    If I had my way, had I been able to, I would have been at the prison every day to see Jason. But I couldn't. It was a week after my first visit with Jason that I was able to visit him again.

    This time, I picked up the phone from the wall of the cubicle before I sat down. It seemed to take forever for Jason to get there, but he finally showed up and took his seat. My fingertips were pressed against the glass and Jason pressed his fingers against mine. Even through the glass, I could feel him.

    He was just as beautiful as ever. More beautiful, really. It looked like he was growing a beard, and it looked fantastic on him. It made him look tougher, though. I liked it.

    "Hi, Scott," he said.

    "Hi, Jason."

    "The guard's giving me more time. He knows you can't get in here very often."

    "Has anyone else been in to see you?"

    "Just Rob."

    I stared at him for a bit. "Why are you here, Jason?"

    He chuckled, his toothy grin splitting his beard and moustache. "Because I beat the crap out of old Smelly."

    "And he beat the crap out of me. And he was beating the crap out of Rob. You could have beat this."

    "I know," he said, suddenly serious. "The DA wanted to drop the charges, but I wouldn't let him."

    "Why not, Jason? You'd be out of this place and we'd be together."

    Jason leaned forward on the desk, his eyes hooking mine and drawing me into them. "Listen to me, Scott," he said. "I'm here because I want to be here. I'm here because what I did was wrong. But what I was doing was worse, and that would have taken you away from me forever."

    It took awhile for the words to travel from my brain to my mouth. "Holy, shit," I said. "You were trying to kill him."

    "I wasn't trying, Scott. I was doing it. If the cops hadn't pulled me off him, he'd be dead now."

    "But he's not dead, and you're in here and you shouldn't be. I can't touch you. I can't even hear you without this phone."

    "It's hard for me, too, Scott," he said. "But it's not for much longer. When I get out, it's over and we can put it behind us. Besides, I've got a parole hearing coming up in a few weeks. I could be out sooner than we think and I can take you home with me and start looking after you."

    "Can I be at the hearing?"

    Jason shrugged his broad shoulders. "I don't know. I'll have to ask my lawyer. Parole shouldn't be a problem. I do what I'm told and I haven't had any problems in here. The DA is showing up and he's putting in a recommendation for me."

    I stared at Jason. I wanted to feel those arms around me and I couldn't wait until he could do it. I thought, then, of something Jason had told me the last time I was here. "Jason? Are you sure you're going to be able to deal with this when all this is over?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "You and me," I said. "People are going to know about you."

    "I told you, Scott. I don't care anymore. When I saw how close I came to losing you, I swore to myself that I wouldn't let anything stand in my way from preventing that again. Not even my selfish pride. I don't care what people think of me. They can think whatever the hell they want. What's important is the way I think of me, and I can't think much if I let something like this happen to you just because I'm afraid someone might call me a name."

    "But someone might hurt you."

    Jason chuckled again and smiled. "Not without me doing some serious hurt back."

    I smiled. I didn't dare laugh with him. "Jason? I have to take my hand away. I don't want to, but it hurts."

    He just nodded to me. "I'll leave mine there. It's as close to you as I can get."

    I pulled my hand back, easing the pressure on my rib. "Jason?"

    "Yeah?"

    "I love you."

    "I love you, too, Scott."

    We talked for another twenty minutes or so until my ribs hurt so much that I couldn't sit there anymore. I didn't want to leave, but I didn't have much choice.

    I waited until Jason disappeared down the hallway before I moved.

    * * * * *

    I visited Jason as often as I could before his parole hearing came up. By then, it was over two months since the beating. I was living back in my room again and my rib was mostly healed, even though it was still pretty tender. I was back to my classes and catching up.

    Jason's lawyer managed to get both Rob and me into the parole hearing. The committee allowed the lawyer to speak first.

    He stood. "Thank you," he said. "When Mr. Fuller was apprehended by the police, he was in the process of assaulting Mr. Will Stockton. At the time of the assault, Mr. Stockton was in the process of assaulting this young man." He indicated Rob. "Minutes earlier, Mr. Fuller was visiting this young man. . ." He indicated me. ". . .in the hospital where he was recovering from a severe beating by Mr. Stockton. He is still recuperating from two cracked ribs and one broken rib. What none of them knew at the time was that Mr. Stockton had also stabbed and killed another young man."

    An older, bald-headed man wearing thick-lensed glasses, held up his hand to silence the lawyer. He turned to the DA and aimed his hand toward Jason. "Why is this man here?"

    "If I may?" Jason said, rising to his feet.

    "Please," said the older man. "And please sit down."

    Jason sat again. "Thank you. I asked to be here. What I did was wrong, and I was prepared to take my punishment for it. I should have let the police handle it."

    The one woman on the panel spoke up. "But if you hadn't intervened, he may have killed this young man." She nodded toward Rob.

    "Perhaps, Ma'am," Jason said calmly. "But that shouldn't excuse my actions. I could have restrained him instead of assaulting him."

    The woman looked at the DA. "Is this true? Did he want to come to prison?"

    The DA stood up. "Yes, it is."

    "Mr. Fuller," she said, "most young men your age fight to stay out of this place."

    Jason shrugged. "I'm not like most other young men. I take responsibility for what I do."

    The third person on the panel, a younger man, was looking at Jason's file. "It says here your only other infraction is a speeding ticket from three years ago?"

    "Yes, Sir," Jason said.

    "May I ask what your intentions were when you attacked Mr. Stockton?"

    Jason was quick to respond. "At first, it was to warn him again to stay away from my boyfriend." He looked back at me, then turned his attention back to the panel. "Scott. On the right. When I saw Scott in the hospital, the only way I could recognize him was his eyes. Except for his eyes and mouth the rest of him was wrapped up in bandages. He couldn't even talk to me. I went looking for Will, and when I found him, he was attacking Rob. The one on the left. After that, it was my intention to kill him. He'd attacked Scott twice before and now he was attacking Rob. I couldn't let do anything like that again."

    "You're taking quiet a chance admitting something like that to us."

    Jason shrugged. "It's the truth."

    "Mr. Keller," the older man said to the DA, "what of Mr. Stockton?"

    Mr. Keller was still standing. "He's been found guilty of one count of murder, one count of attempted murder, and two counts of assault with intent, and an assortment of other minor charges. He's undergone psychiatric examination and was found legally sane."

    "Do you have any objections to Mr. Fuller being released into the community?"

    The DA said, "None whatsoever. In fact, I'm here to recommend it."

    The older man looked at Jason. "Mr. Fuller. If we were to grant you parole, what are the chances we'd see you in here again?"

    I couldn't see Jason's face. His back was to me. But I'm sure he'd be smiling politely. "None, Sir."

    The man nodded. "I believe you're right." He glanced at each of his team members, and each nodded. "Well," he said as he closed the folder in front of him. "We usually discuss this amongst ourselves before we make a decision, but I believe that decision has already been made. Unanimously." He glanced at both his team mates, who nodded again. "Mr. Fuller? I believe you can start packing your bags. Congratulations. You're going home." He stood and extended his hand.

    Jason arose and shook it, as he did the other two members. He offered each a ‘thank you' as well.

    A guard approached to return Jason to his cell.

    "Mr. Keller," the older man said. "Thank you. And see what you can do about Mr. Fuller's probation. At least get the limitations down a bit."

    "Thank you," Mr. Keller said. "I will."

    It would still be a few days before Jason was released. Damned paperwork. I was there on the other side of the fence waiting for him. Rob and Tom had taken me but stood back a discreet distance, giving me a private moment with Jason.

    Four months and two and one-half days after Jason entered the prison, he walked out. A guard followed him out the door and Jason waited to shake his hand one last time. With a brown paper bag in one hand and a folded paper in the other, Jason walked toward the gate and toward me. He'd shaved his beard off.

    He stopped at the gatehouse and handed the guard the paper and waited for the all-clear. Jason was all blurry as I looked at him. I tried to squeeze the tears of happiness out of my eyes so I could see him more clearly, but it didn't work. Others just came in and took their place.

    He walked out the gate, and then he walked directly to me. Moments later, he was standing in front of me. He set the paper bag on the ground and stared into my eyes for a long while. His hand came hesitantly to my cheek, his fingers barely a whisper on my skin.

    "I don't know where I can touch you," he said, his voice almost croaking.

    I put my hands on his waist and moved into him, pressing my chest against him hard enough to feel him, but not hard enough that I couldn't endure the pain it caused. My hands moved around his back. When I was settled, his arms came around me. His touch was a mere breath against me. I knew he was there and it felt so good.

    "I've missed you so much," he said.

    I took my head off his shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I want to kiss you so bad," I said.

    "So do I." He didn't wait until we were alone. He kissed me right there. Then he said, "Let's go home."

    * * * * *

    Jason and I sat in the back seat. He held me and he kissed me, and I held him back. My hand slid into his crotch and I found him as hard as I'd ever felt it. "I hope you're well enough to do something for me," he said anxiously. "I haven't touched it in over four months."

    I moved my hand away again. "I'll do what I can," I said, "but you might have to do some of the work."

    Rob turned around, looking over the front seat, grinning and winking at us. "Damn," he said. "I thought you were going to invite us in for coffee."

    "Consider yourself invited," Jason said with a wink of his own, "but you're going to have to make it yourself. Scott and I are going to be busy for awhile." Rob turned to look out the windshield again.

    Tom drove, following Jason's directions. "Are you sure your apartment is still going to be there when we get there?" he asked.

    "My lawyer's been taking care of my bills for me," Jason said. "It's there."

    "I didn't think Legal Aid lawyers did that kind of stuff," Tom said.

    "He's not legal aid. He's my lawyer."

    I looked at Jason in amazement. "How can you afford a real lawyer?"

    "I can afford it," he said. Then, to me, he said, "Don't worry." He kissed me again. "Haven't you wondered why you haven't received a single hospital bill yet?"

    "I thought it was my Mom's insurance."

    Jason just smiled at me and shook his head.

    My eyes widened. "Jesus, Jason," I gasped. "How much money do you have?"

    He leaned forward, putting his lips close to my ear, and whispered, "Lots."

    When he leaned back again, I looked into his dark eyes. "But the scholarship. Your car. You wear jeans and T-shirts. You eat at McDonald's for Christ's sake!"

    He smiled again. "There never was a scholarship. And I like my car and I like jeans and T-shirts. And I like their fries. And I fell in love with you because you fell in love with me without knowing anything about the money."

    "Shit," Rob said from the front seat. "And I fall in love with a guy who works at Pizza Hut."

    * * * * *

    Tom graciously turned down Jason's invitation for coffee. Rob wasn't so gracious. He wanted to watch. During the rest of the ride, Jason learned which parts of my chest were ‘off limits'. It would still be quite awhile before I was back to normal again, but the pain killers I was taking every day kept the pain under control for the most part.

    At first, I thought Tom had taken us to the wrong address. "You live here!?" I asked Jason. I'd never even been in this part of town before. I couldn't have afforded to pay the admission if there was one.

    "Yup," Jason said with a smirk.

    Jason had his arm around my back as he walked me to the front door, then inside to the elevators. His hardon was still clearly visible in his jeans, but he did nothing to hide it. As we rode up to the fourteenth floor, Jason pulled keys from his jeans. Then, handing me the brown paper bag, he looped his left arm around my back again, grabbed my legs behind the knees with his right arm, and gently picked me up.

    I winced, but only a bit.

    "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.

    "I don't think I've ever felt better."

    He kissed me, and he was still kissing me when the doors opened up. A voice came to us. "Fuck, man," the voice said. "Take that somewhere else, will ya?"

    A young man about my age was standing there, waiting for us to move out of the way. Jason just smiled at him and said, "I have every intention of doing so." He stepped past the young man and began walking down the hall.

    "Fuck," said the voice behind us.

    "Don't worry," Jason said. "He's jealous. He's been after my ass for months."

    It was no effort for Jason to carry me. I doubt if I could have done it with someone my weight, but Jason did it easily. He reached the door, unlocked it and opened it, then pushed it closed behind him without setting me down. He dropped the keys to the floor and told me to drop the bag. I did.

    He carried me through the apartment. I might have seen some of it if I could have taken my eyes off his gorgeous face. Next thing I knew, he was laying me gently on the bed.

    "I need this, Scott," he said softly, "but if you can't do it. . ."

    I didn't let him finish. "I can do it." Jason started undoing his jeans as I twisted around and sat up on the side of the bed. "I want you naked," I told him.

    "Your wish is my command."

    Jason's hand moved from his zipper to his T-shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it behind him to the floor. His chest was magnificent now. He'd added more muscle and was even more toned than he was before. As he finished undoing his jeans, he kicked his sneakers off without untying them. The jeans were tighter than ever and I suspected he'd worked on his legs in the prison gym as well. He had to wiggle his butt to get the denim over his ass and down his legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. I didn't see where they landed. He pulled off his socks, tossing them aside as well, and stood there in front of me in shiny, blue briefs. I couldn't help but notice they matched the colour of my eyes.

    Jason's cock was jumping in his underwear and there was a large, expanding wet spot at the tip. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband at the front and pulled out, freeing his hardon before sliding his thumbs to the sides and pushing them down his legs.

    "Give them to me," I said.

    He lifted his foot and pulled his briefs from it. He held them out to me and I took them. I brought them to my face and I inhaled. My eyes closed and I felt his scent flowing into my lungs and into my blood. The smell was clean, but it was all Jason. I inhaled again, then opened my eyes. Jason's hand was wrapped around his cock and he was stroking it. The head was moist, and a stream of clear fluid dangled off the tip, stretching down toward the floor.

    "I want these," I told him.

    "They're yours," he told me.

    I set them aside and looked directly at his cock. "Now, I want that."

    As Jason stepped forward, I opened my mouth. His cock slid inside, over my tongue, and into my throat. It didn't stop until his short and curlies were tickling my nose and his balls were bumping my chin.

    "I'm not going to last long, Scott," Jason said.

    I hummed my understanding into his cock. As my hands grabbed for his ass, Jason's hands grabbed for my head. My fingers barely indented his ass cheeks now. They were rock solid and baby powder soft. His hips started to move, pulling his cock out to the flared rim of his cockhead, then back in again, right to the hilt.

    He began slow enough, but he managed only three or four strokes before he picked up speed. Still, I could tell he was holding his urgency in check, being as careful as he could not to hurt me. Each push of his hips was augmented by a grunt.

    "Oh, fuck, Scott," he said. "Suck me! Oh, fuck! Suck it!"

    Jason hardly ever talked during sex, and this surprised me. And he wasn't being quiet about it. After only a few strokes, I could feel his cock swelling in my throat. Two more strokes and Jason told me, "I'm going to cum!" He didn't have to tell me. I could feel his cock pulsating, quivering, getting ready to blast.

    Three more quick strokes followed and Jason locked his cockhead deep in my throat.

    "I'm cumming, Scott! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" He pulled his cock out of my throat at the same moment his first shot of cream blasted from it. His shots were powerful, rapid, steady, and plentiful. A loud groan accompanied each shot. His fingers dug into my hair.

    He pumped, and it kept on coming. I swallowed as fast as I could. I'd missed Jason, and I missed that part of him most. I delighted in his flavour and I savoured his aroma. Jason gave me everything he had, and when he was done giving, I sucked for more. A few minutes later, Jason gave me his second load. He was just as vocal this time.

    "Suck it, Scott!" he shouted. "Oh, fuck! Suck me! Take it all!"

    I took it all, and I loved every bit of it.

    To Be Continued

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    wow, about time, i wonder how rich is Jason? is he a millionare ir billionare?

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    I couldn't care less about his money (and I guess Scott neither), but man, this is one of the more "feel-good" readings I had in a long time.

    BTW, nice new signature gsdx. And you see, Scott isn´t only interested in sex, he has feelings as weel
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    Another amazing chapter. You need to go professional with your writing. It is excellent.

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    This is my favorite story. I know you mentioned it wouldn't be as long as "Watching Brad"... but, I see the potential for you to expand on the characters and carry it on for many, many more adventures...

    Thanks.

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    I agree this is one of the best stories that I have read. Keep up the great work.

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    Great story as its going. Actually, I'm sure you could do a spin off on Rob and Tom. But that would be another thing.

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    Quote Originally Posted by sp0540230
    Actually, I'm sure you could do a spin off on Rob and Tom. But that would be another thing.
    Well, shoot! Now you've got me thinking!

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    Fantastic & beautiful
    Please continue Neil
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    When you started this story, I'd never thought I would need the box of tissues.....but somehow, you figured out a way to make this romantic???? Damn you Neil!!!! I'm doing a background check on you......you gotta have stock in Kleenex or something!!!

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    Great chapter Neil. Horny aand tender.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 11

    Jason's hand moved into my crotch as he stood naked before me. His fingers grasped at my hardon which was still trapped within my underwear and jeans. It felt so good, but I knew I had to stop him.

    "Jason, don't, please," I said. "I can't."

    Without moving his hand, Jason sat behind me, putting his left arm around my back. "Can I just hold you for awhile then?"

    "Okay, but please don't do anything. It hurts too much."

    "Just tell me when to stop." His lips came to mine and he kissed me, pushing me back against his arm and lowering me to the bed. His kiss was so tender and delicious. He kissed me for a long time as he searched for the taste of himself in my mouth.

    His hand moved from my crotch to the buttons of my shirt. I turned my head aside. "Jason, please."

    "I'm not going to do anything, Babe," he said. "I just want to be naked with you. I won't do anything until you're ready."

    "That could be weeks away."

    "Then that's how long it will take." His hand came to my hair and he stroked it as he looked into my eyes. "I love you, Scott. I love you so damned much. I'll never do anything to hurt you."

    "I know you won't."

    "I want you to live here with me," he said. "I want this to be your home. And before you say what you're going to say, I don't give a shit what other people think. I don't want to live without you."

    He stared down at me, and all I could do was to stare up at him.

    "You are the most beautiful man I've ever met," he said. "And the sexiest son of a bitch in the world."

    I smiled. "Second most beautiful and sexy."

    "Not in my eyes, Babe." He kissed me again and continued the task of undressing me. I tell you, it's some power trip for a guy like me to be undressed by a guy like Jason. He was so sure of himself and what he was doing, and he was enjoying it just as much as I was. He looked as if he would be more at home wrestling bulls, yet, here he was, taking off my clothes with all the tenderness of a hummingbird feather brushing a soap bubble.

    One by one, he undid the buttons of my shirt, poking each one through its hole with a gentle press of his thumb, and each press inflated his remarkable cock a bit more. He pushed the shirt open, exposing my chest.

    "Which one?" he asked as he looked into my blue eyes. I pointed and his eyes followed my finger. He bent down slowly and his lips touched the skin covering the broken rib. The heat from them burned into me and melted away all the pain that lingered there. My eyes closed at the touch.

    When he finally came away, I opened my eyes again. Jason helped me sit up. His fingers slid along my shoulders, pushing the sleeves away and down my arms. He took my shirt away and dropped it to the floor. He pushed me gently onto my back again. He rose to his feet and stepped in front of me, lifting each foot in its turn to untie my shoes, take them off, and remove my socks.

    He straightened up and looked down at me. His cock was rock solid now, standing almost straight up against his belly and twitching with a regular rhythm. His eyes met mine long enough for him to say, "You are so beautiful."

    He bent over then, his fingers moving to the button of my jeans and popping it through it opening before grasping the zipper tab between his finger and thumb. The zipper slid down slowly. I could hear each pair of teeth as they released their hold on each other. Down it went, closer to the mounded tube of my cock, then over it until his fingers brushed themselves against my balls.

    He grasped the waistband of my jeans and began to pull downward. I lifted my ass and his fingers moved around until he could tug the material over the cheeks there. He tugged until the jeans clung to my thighs, then his hands moved to the cuffs of both pant legs and he pulled my jeans off and away. I lay there only in my teal-coloured briefs. My cock, as solid as Jason's, pointed up toward my right hip, the soft material stretched over it. A large spot of moisture was spreading out over the tip.

    Jason hooked the fingers of his left hand into the waistband and pulled up as his right hand reached inside and grasped my cock, moving it out of its cotton prison. It came to rest against my stomach, pointed up toward my navel. Jason bent down, pressing his lips against the shaft for a single kiss, the underside ridge of my cock nestled into the curve of his nose and upper lip.

    The kiss was short. Barely even a kiss. But it sent shocks of electricity to me. My cock pushed up against him as I gritted my teeth. As Jason's hands began pulling down my briefs, his head moved away from me. His hands didn't stop until my underwear was off my feet and on the floor.

    Jason stood straight then, looking down at my body, now just as naked as his own. He looked like a statue worthy of display in the Louvre except for the cock which was now twitching and quivering and pulsating. His balls were pulled up tight against his body. The pulsations became more pronounced and urgent.

    "Oh, fuck," Jason groaned. His cock began bouncing and he said, "Oh, fuck,' again. And then his cock exploded, sending his cream at me with the speed of a missile. My own cock exploded the moment his cum splashed against it. My first orgasm since the beating. I held my breath and let the orgasm happen. I dared not breath.

    Jason's cum continued to shoot out at me, his hand balled into fists at his side. He hadn't touched his cock once, and neither had I.

    "Oh, fuck!" he said again, and then again each time his cock erupted. I watched it shoot at me, splashing onto me and filling the room with the aroma of manly jism.

    My cock stopped shooting, sagging in relief. I fought against the pain in my chest as I watched Jason's orgasm come to a conclusion. His head was tilted back, his mouth open and sucking in huge breaths of air into his massive chest.

    Tears were filling my eyes and I fought against them, too, but I couldn't fight anymore. "Jason," I said.

    Jason's head snapped forward at the tortured sound of my voice. "Scott?"

    "Pills," I said. "Jeans."

    I felt bad bringing Jason's orgasm to such an abrupt and untimely end, and I wasn't even going to mention it, but Jason was so sweet and caring. He had my jeans in his hands a moment later, his own pleasure forgotten.

    "How many?" he asked urgently.

    "Two," I said.

    He was gone out the bedroom door, his hands still searching my pockets. Jason was back less than a minute later. I don't know where my pants were, but he was carrying a glass of water in one hand and my small tin of pain killers in the other. He set the tin on the bedside table and sat beside me, leaning on his left elbow.

    "Here," he said, putting two pain killers in my mouth. He grabbed the glass of water in his right hand, gently tilted my head up with his left, and gave me a drink to wash down the pills before letting me lie back again.

    He set the water on the table and grabbed a handful of tissues and began wiping up all the cum, being extra gentle when he reached my chest. When he was finished, he tossed the tissues to the floor, lay back on the bed beside me, and extended his left arm. I wanted him to hold me. I lifted my head and his arm slid under it. He soon realized I was trying to roll onto my side and he helped me. The pain was the same whether I was on my back or side.

    My cheek found the furry mat of Jason's huge chest and settled there. My left arm fell across his stomach, the hand coming to rest on the mountain of his right pectoral. Jason tilted his head, kissing my hair. His arm held me gently and we lay there together until I fell asleep.

    It was quite some time before I woke up, but Jason was still lying there with me, still holding me, and still kissing my hair. I wasn't certain where I was at first, but it took me only a microsecond to identify Jason's smell and, when I opened my eyes, to identify the chest I was sleeping on.

    "Jason?" I said as I moved my cheek to his shoulder so I could look into his face.

    "Are you okay?" he asked in a whisper.

    "Feeling better," I said.

    "I'm sorry, Scott," he said to me. "I shouldn't have allowed that to happen. I waited all that time. I could have waited longer."

    "Who knew taking off my clothes would do that to both of us?"

    Jason chuckled and my hand bounced with his chest. "Can I get you anything?"

    "A drink," I said.

    "I'll get you some fresh water unless you'd prefer juice."

    My face crinkled up. "Ugh! It would be rank after four months!"

    "It's fresh," he told me, smiling. "My housekeeper did shopping for me yesterday."

    "You have a housekeeper?"

    "I don't do windows," Jason said as he pulled himself out from under me. "Want anything to eat?"

    "What have you got?"

    "Don't know yet. I'll find out when I get to the kitchen." He started to leave.

    "Where's your bathroom?"

    "Come on," he said, helping me to my feet.

    "I'm okay now, Jason," I said. "I can do it."

    "Not while I'm around."

    His arm came around my waist and he walked me to the en suite bathroom. Now, I've been in a few bathrooms in my time, but never one like this. It was bigger than my room at the rooming house. A huge Jacuzzi tub sat against the left wall. It even had a tiled step around it. A huge, open shower stood along the back wall. A small armoire sat against the wall between the tub and shower. A toilet and bidet were on the right wall, as was a large vanity with double sinks and twin, bronze faucets. A gigantic mirror, framed by lights, was attached to the wall above the vanity. Two white, cushioned chairs and a small table sat in the middle of the room. A flat- screened television set hung from the ceiling, visible from both the toilet and the tub. The wall tiles were white, inlaid with small, black-tiled embellishments in intricate patterns. The floor was black slate.

    Jason led me to the toilet. I was a bit shy until he grabbed his cock and aimed at the bowl and began pissing. I did, too. We finished, flushed, and washed up. As he took me back to bed, he said, "When we're done eating, I'll give you a good, long soak in that Jacuzzi. It should help relax your chest.

    "Jesus, Jason," I said. "I've only seen bathrooms like that on television."

    "That's one of the reasons I bought this place. I love a nice bathroom."

    "You own this apartment?"

    "Yup," he said as he sat me back down on the bed.

    I tugged him down to sit beside me. "Jason," I said. "How much money do you have?"

    Jason surprised me with a shrug. "I don't know."

    "What do you mean, you don't know? How can you not know how rich you are?"

    Again, he shrugged. "If I know how much money I have, I know how much I can spend, and I'll spend it. Walter takes care of my money. He gives me an allowance each week. If I want to spend money, I tell him what it's for and how much and he tells me if I can spend it or not."

    "Who's Walter?"

    "My lawyer. He's also my trustee. My Dad's an investment broker. When I was born, he invested one-hundred grand for me and it's been going ever since. The money was put in trust and I couldn't touch it until I was eighteen. It's still in trust until I'm twenty-one, but I think I'll keep it there after. I like it this way. It works for me."

    "Then what's all this crap about you getting a job?"

    "I want to work. I don't want to sit around on my ass and get fat and lazy."

    "If you loved me, Jason, why didn't you tell me about it before?"

    "If I had, would you have fallen in love with me or my money?"

    I had to think about that one. "I don't know," I answered finally.

    "And I wouldn't know for sure, either. This way, I know you fell in love with me." He hugged me ever-so-gently and kissed me. "You still haven't answered my question," he added when he was finished.

    "What was the question?"

    He smiled his wonderful smile. "I want you to live here with me. Will you?"

    * * * * *

    I was sitting up in bed, propped against a pile of pillows Jason had tucked behind my back. He was out in the kitchen getting the juice and whatever else he could find. I hadn't given him his answer right away. I couldn't. I had to think this one through.

    I loved Jason. I loved him for his dirty sneakers and blue jeans and T-shirts. I loved him for his car that didn't even have air conditioning. I loved him for his body. Most of all, though, I loved him because of the incredible, gentle, loving man I found behind the asshole facade. Was his money important? Sure. It would make life a whole lot easier for me. But could I sit back and let him spend it on me?

    But wait. Just this morning, before I found out about all this, I was ready to move in with Jason, even if he lived in a hovel somewhere in some crappy old tenement. I was ready to share my life with him, no matter what his situation was. So what if he lived in a veritable palace? He was still Jason. He still wore his dirty sneakers and blue jeans and T-shirts. He still drove his crappy old car. He was still the same Jason I fell in love with.

    He came into the bedroom, still naked, carrying a bed tray full of juices and finger foods. He set it over my lap and joined me, propped up against the headboard as I was. He looked at me. I knew he was waiting for my answer.

    "I'll stay," I said. We kissed for a long time before we ate.

    * * * * *

    Jason filled the Jacuzzi and started it working before he carried me into the bathroom and set me gently in it. He joined me and sat behind me and I fell back into him. He was right. The Jacuzzi felt wonderful on my chest and the pain soon died with the soothing heat and massaging jets of water.

    Okay, the heat from Jason's body helped, too.

    "No more sex for either of us until you're ready, Scott," Jason said as he hugged my shoulders. His left arm was wrapped around my belly, his right arm around my upper chest, carefully avoiding my injured ribs.

    "I can take care of you if you need it."

    "No. Not until you're ready and you don't need to pop pain killers each time. I saw what I did to you today. I won't do that again."

    I turned my head to look at him. "The pain is temporary, Jason. I don't mind. Really."

    "I do," he said emphatically. "Besides, it will give us a chance to get to know each other better."

    I turned my head back again and laid it against Jason's shoulder. He kissed my hair. "I love you, Jason."

    "I love you, too, Scott." He hugged me again.

    * * * * *

    The knock on the bedroom door the next morning woke me up immediately. "Who's that?" I whispered. I was a little bit shocked and a whole lot nervous. I was still lying beside Jason, my head lifted from his chest now.

    "My housekeeper," Jason said. He held me where I was. "Come on in, Shawn!"

    "Shawn?" I whispered.

    The door opened and a young man stepped politely inside. He glanced at me. He didn't seem surprised to see me. Then, to Jason, he said, "Good morning, Sir."

    "Hi, Shawn. This is Scott. He'll be living here from now on."

    "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." He smiled at Jason and nodded to me and said, "Good morning."

    "Hi," I said stupidly. Shawn was a very handsome young man, probably about our age. His hair was cut short and just a few shades darker than Rob's hair. He had a youthful, smooth face. He looked shorter than I am, and thinner, but I could still see the definition in his chest, even through the white shirt he wore. He wore a black bow tie around his neck. His slacks were black as well, but fitted him perfectly, hugging his crotch just enough to show the slight bulge there. They were hugging his crotch because, when he entered, I could see the roundest, fullest ass I've seen on a guy in a long time. The material pulled tight around it.

    "Before you make breakfast, could you toss these clothes in the laundry?" Jason asked. "They're the only clothes Scott has until we can move him over today."

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said and immediately began picking up the clothes and removing items from the pockets, setting them carefully on the bedside table. "I found his slacks in the kitchen."

    "What would you like for breakfast?" Jason asked me.

    "Anything," I told him.

    "The usual, Shawn," he said. "We'll eat in the diningroom."

    "Yes, Sir." He grabbed up the rest of the clothes and the cum-filled tissues without a glance and set our shoes at the foot of the bed. Without another word, he walked to the dresser, picked up the tray from the night before, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

    "I certainly didn't expect a guy for a housekeeper," I said in astonishment.

    "Neither did I," Jason said. "Shawn was the only man to apply for the job and he was good. Of course, having that ass around here to look at all day didn't hurt his chances of getting the job."

    "Is that why you hired him?"

    "Hell, no. Like I said, I didn't even expect a guy to apply. But Shawn was eager and he knew what he was doing, and he looked a little desperate for a job. He offered to cook me lunch and clean up afterwards to show me what he could do. That little guy can cook! Just wait until you taste it. And he keeps this place spotless."

    "He didn't seem surprised to see me here."

    "He knew you were coming. If you decided to stay, he would get a raise. That's why he smiled at me when I told him."

    "He doesn't look gay."

    "He's not, as far as I know. But, he knows the score. He came to see me in prison and I told him all about you. He's cool with it. Now, I forget what your lips taste like."

    He gave me a good, long kiss. "Ah, yes. I remember now." He smacked his lips. "I have a short memory. You'll have to remind me often."

    I kissed him back. "I can do that."

    * * * * *

    We sat naked at the diningroom table as Shawn laid out a breakfast fit for a king. I didn't even eat this much at dinner time.

    "Are the movers ready, Shawn?" Jason asked.

    "Yes, Sir," the young man replied. "They're waiting for my telephone call."

    "What time will the clothes be done?"

    "Before ten o'clock, Sir."

    "Tell them to be there at noon."

    "Yes, Sir." Shawn left us alone to eat our breakfast.

    We were at my rooming house before noon. Except for the bed and the dresser and chair and table, everything was mine. I was concerned about my porn collection tucked away in the bottom drawer of the dresser, but Jason said he'd pack it for me when the movers got there with the boxes.

    We'd taken along a few plastic grocery bags for my underwear. I didn't want the movers touching it. Don't ask me why. I just don't like strangers pawing at my dainties unless I'm in them. Shawn had wisely sent along a few green garbage bags for any laundry which needed to be done. He handed us two bags, but I asked for two more. Shawn would be earning his raise, that's for sure. We had it all bagged up before the movers arrived, including the sheets and blankets from the bed.

    Three movers showed up. The older fat guy, did a lot of supervising after Jason told him what to do. He didn't do much else except burp a lot and scratch at his nuts. A younger guy did most of the packing, but I really felt sorry for the youngest guy there. The poor kid worked his ass off lugging boxes and stuff when they were packed up. The kid had muscle, though, which was probably why he did all the lugging. His uniform shirt pulled tight around his arms and chest whenever he picked up something heavy. And he filled out his pants pretty well, both front and back. (Hey! Just because I'm in love doesn't mean my eyes stop working!) The kid barely even grunted with the weight of the porn magazines which Jason had packed. My magazines filled two boxes by themselves. And the kid didn't say a single word all the time he was there. He stayed silent and did as he was told. Before long, the light blue shirt was becoming damp with perspiration.

    When everything was packed, the middle guy stood around talking with the older guy. The youngest guy was left alone to do the lugging. When he came in for yet another load, Jason said, "Excuse me."

    The kid looked up and wiped at his sweaty forehead with the back of his arm. "No, not you," Jason said. "The other two." They looked at us. We were still sitting on the bed. "I'm paying you guys to move. So move your asses! Give the kid some help, for Christ's sake!"

    With the three of them working now, the room was emptied and we were ready to leave.

    As we drove back to Jason's apartment, he said casually, "I'd suck him."

    "Who?" I looked at Jason, a stunned and surprised look on my face.

    "The kid." He glanced at me and smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "I wouldn't do it. I'm just saying I wouldn't mind doing it if I had the chance. He had a nice basket." Jason glanced at me again. "Come on, Scott," he said with a grin. "You can't tell me you wouldn't blow him if he dropped his pants for you."

    "Yes, I'd blow him," I admitted. And, before my brain knew what my mouth was doing, I said, "And I'd let you blow him as long as you let me watch."

    To Be Continued

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    Ooooohhhh yeaah!!!What about Shawn & the little moving guy ??
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    I'm liking Jason more all the time. It has nothing to do with the money of course I know how Scott feels with the rib situation. That happened to me when I crashed my motorcycle.

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    Hi Neil, thanks for the PM's
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    Quote Originally Posted by harry113
    Perhaps I should have let you finish what you already have on your plate
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    Nothing I can't handle. I had a bit of a slow-down with Brad and Ted these past few chapters and I was becoming a bit concerned, but I'm zipping right through Chapter 35, so I'm back on schedule.

    I'll try to do a 'Jason' update this weekend.

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    Oh these 2 kids are really turning me on!!!! I mean.....your writing....i mean.....oh hell you're good Neil!!!!!!!!

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 12

    Jason looked at me as if I was nuts. "I wasn't serious, Scott," he said. "I was only making a comment."

    "So was I, but I was serious about it."

    His eyes flashed back and forth from the street ahead to my face. The joviality was gone from his. "But I thought you loved me."

    "I do," I said. "More than anything. And you love me, too, right?"

    "You know I do."

    "You watched me with Rob. Did that make you love me any less?"

    "No," he said. His face showed that he was obviously confused.

    "Okay, then," I said. "How did you feel when you watched me blow him?"

    Jason thought for a bit. "To be honest, it was pretty hot."

    "And how was the blowjob I gave you after it?"

    His lip curled up into a grin as he remembered. He reached down and squeezed his bulging crotch. "Are you kidding? I damned near blew your head off."

    "And the fuck?"

    Jason nodded. "I see your point."

    "Game. Set. Match."

    He glanced at me again and fell silent when he looked back out the windshield. He was quiet for quite a while. "I'd rather watch you do it," he said finally. "That way, I could jerk off while you do it."

    "Wouldn't you rather suck him off and then let me suck you off?"

    I waited patiently for his response. "No," he said finally.

    Jason was blowing my mind. Still, though, his idea was tickling my nuts big time. I knew I could blow him, no problem. It didn't hurt that much giving Jason a blowjob. It was cumming when he sucked me that just about killed me.

    "So," I said to him. "Which one of us talks him into it?"

    "I will," Jason said. He looked at me again, grinned wickedly, and winked. "This is going to be fun."

    I was beginning to think so, too.

    "You sure you don't mind if I cum without you?" he asked. "I mean, I promised I wouldn't."

    "I'm not doing it," I said. "You are. Besides, I told you yesterday it could be weeks before I can cum again. If this makes you feel good, then I'm all for it."

    "A pact, then," Jason said. "Just for sex. No emotions."

    "Just sex." I held out my fist and Jason punched it lightly. The pact was sealed.

    * * * * *

    Jason parked his car at the entrance to the underground parking and got out to tell the fat guy where to park the van. He climbed back in his car, drove into the parking lot below and found his space. We rode the elevator up to the lobby. I stayed by the elevator as Jason went out the front door to greet the movers again and guide them in. Of course, Fatso was standing around telling the others what to do.

    The middle guy was up in the van, sliding boxes and bags along the metal floor with his foot. He wasn't hot, by any means. Average-looking, and kind of thin. He certainly didn't have the muscle the younger guy had. He had long legs, though, and big feet.

    The young guy with all the muscles was on the ground, lifting the boxes from the back of the van and loading them onto the two-wheeled cart. When it was filled to capacity, he grabbed the handles, tilted it back, and pushed it in front of him as he followed Jason into the apartment building. I really hoped he would be into this. He was so quiet and unassuming, but he was sexy as hell and cute as a button.

    I called up the elevator and we all entered together and rode up to Jason's apartment.

    "What's your name?" Jason asked.

    "Finn, Sir," the young man answered.

    "Why in hell do you let them push you around like that?"

    Finn shrugged. "I'm the new guy. I don't have much choice."

    "There are always choices," Jason said. "They're going to make you lug all this stuff upstairs by yourself, aren't they?"

    "Probably. It's my job."

    "We'll see about that," Jason said emphatically. Jason knew just how much of the ‘asshole' side of him to turn on.

    The doors slid open and Jason led us down the hall to his door and pushed it open. Shawn was there in a moment to greet us. "Shawn, get this man something to drink," Jason said.

    "Certainly," Shawn said politely. "What would you like?"

    "Um, I don't know," Finn said. "What do you have?"

    "Juice. Soft drinks. Milk. Water."

    "Do you have any ginger ale?"

    Shawn nodded and smiled. "Right away, Sir," he said, and disappeared as quickly as he had appeared moments earlier.

    "This way," Jason said, leading us to the bedroom. "You can pile the stuff there." He pointed to a space beside one of his dressers.

    Finn rolled the cart into place and carefully unloaded the boxes onto the floor. His ass strained against his uniform pants as he bent over and I could clearly see the outline of his briefs. Before he finished, Shawn arrived with his glass of ginger ale, complete with ice. When Finn was finished unloading the cart, he accepted the glass from Shawn. As Shawn began to leave again, Finn put the glass to his lips and drank. And he kept drinking.

    "Shawn," Jason said. Shawn stopped. Finn drained the glass, the ice tinkling as it fell against itself and his upper lip. "Top it up again, please."

    Shawn accepted the empty glass and left to refill it.

    "Take a breather," Jason said. He pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and picked out a fifty-dollar bill. "Here," he said, holding the bill out to Finn. "This is for you."

    "I can't accept that, Sir," he said.

    "My name's Jason, and this is Scott, and yes you can." Jason folded the bill in half, then in half again, and tucked it into Finn's front-left pants pocked. He pushed it down all the way, his whole hand following it. Finn stood there, frozen in place. "You've been working your ass off while those other two shits have been standing around with their thumbs up theirs. You deserve it."

    Shawn entered. He ignored Jason's hand in Finn's pocket and handed the young man his ginger ale. "Anything for you, Sir?" he asked Jason.

    "No, thanks, Shawn."

    Shawn looked at me. "I'm fine, thanks." I said. Shawn left the bedroom as Jason pulled his hand slowly back out.

    "You can do a little something else for us, though," Jason said. I saw the curl of a smirk forming on his lips.

    "Sure," Finn said.

    "Scott, here, is the world's best cocksucker, and he wants to suck yours."

    Finn almost dropped the glass as his head whipped around to look at me, his eyes wide. As it is, he spilt a few fingers' worth on the carpet. I met his gaze and nodded.

    "You don't have to decide right away," Jason said as Finn looked back at him. "Go back down for another load. If you want a blowjob, tell Fatso and the other guy to lock up the van and get their asses up here. I'll handle them. If you don't, well, that's cool, too. The money's still yours either way. That's for doing your job well. Don't let Fatso get his hands on it."

    "You mean today? Right now?"

    "Right now," Jason repeated.

    "Chuck would never let me do something like that."

    "Chuck will do whatever I tell him to do."

    Finn swallowed hard, his eyes still wide. The ginger ale sloshed around in the glass as his hand shook. "What would I tell them?"

    "Nothing," Jason said. "If you want a blowjob, just tell them I want to see them. I'll handle it. Now, drink up."

    Finn took a nervous drink, his eyes flitting from Jason's to mine and back again. He looked around and set the half-full glass on the pile of boxes. "I'd better get back. They'll be mad." He left the room, pulling the cart behind him. We followed him.

    "Shawn," Jason said when we got to the entryway. "Would you go with him, please? Wait downstairs at the elevator."

    Shawn followed him without a word.

    "You think he'll bring them back with him?" I asked.

    Jason grinned at me and winked. "Oh, yeah. He'll bring them back. Pucker up those lips, Scotty. They're going to be busy soon."

    He kissed me then and I could feel his cock growing in his jeans. He was still kissing me when the door opened and Shawn stepped inside, followed by Finn wheeling another cartload of boxes and Fatso and the other guy with nothing in their hands except air. Shawn closed the door and Jason kept kissing me, his cock grinding against my own crotch. He still held me against him, but not hard enough to cause any pain in my ribs.

    Finally he broke the kiss and stepped back. I glanced down. His hardon was clearly visible beneath the denim. He didn't try to hide it. He turned to face the four men. He looked at Finn and jerked his head in the direction of the bedroom. Finn wheeled the cart past us and down the hall, his eyes glancing at Jason's crotch as he passed. It was pretty hard to miss, really.

    Jason looked at Fatso. "I need Finn here for a bit. Just bring the stuff up here and pile it in the livingroom."

    "I don't do that," Fatso said gruffly.

    "It's what I'm paying you for," Jason told him.

    "You're paying me to drive."

    "I'm paying you to move Scott's stuff up here!" Jason's sudden, harsh voice caused Fatso to lean back and open his eyes. "What's your supervisor's name? I'm sure he'd love to know how well Finn's doing your job for us!"

    The other guy's hand grabbed Fatso's arm. "Come on, Chuck," he said. "I'll do it. I can't afford to lose this job."

    Finn returned with his empty cart. Jason picked it up with one hand and held it out to the other guy. His biceps bulged with the effort, but there was no strain on his handsome face. The other guy grabbed it in his hands and Jason let go. The cart dropped noisily to the floor.

    "Stay with them, Shawn," Jason said. "Make sure they don't drop anything. Pile the stuff in the livingroom. When they're done, give them something to drink if they want. They can wait up here until we're finished, but keep them at the table. I don't want their sorry asses sitting on my furniture."

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said. He opened the door and led Fatso and the other guy out.

    Turning to Finn, Jason smiled and winked. "You made the right choice. Just wait until you feel what that mouth can do. By the way, I hope you don't mind an audience. I want to watch."

    Finn glanced quickly at me and back again. "I thought Scott was your boyfriend."

    "He is," Jason replied, "but he loves giving blowjobs to good-looking guys like you and I like to jerk off while he does it."

    Shock came over Finn's handsome face. "You're going to. . . do that? With both of us here?"

    "Sure," Jason replied. "I don't smoke. What else am I supposed to do?"

    Finn looked away, his face reflecting the thoughts going through is mind. He swallowed hard. "Gee," he said. "I don't know if I can do that."

    Jason's hand reached forward, cupping Finn's crotch in the palm. "You're hard. I don't think it would object too much." Finn's eyes locked themselves on Jason's eyes. "He's good, Finn." he pulled his hand away. "Give him a sample, Scott," he said.

    I stepped in front of Finn, dropping carefully to my knees right there in the entryway. My fingers opened his uniform belt, then the clasp, before pulling the zipper down. I spread the flaps aside, reached into Finn's extended underwear, and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was a nice size, to be sure, and it jumped at my touch.

    I pulled it out. Finn wasn't very thick, but it was nicely shaped and he was uncut. It had been a long time since I'd tasted foreskin. My hand pushed it back gently and my mouth fell onto him. I pressed forward until my nose pushed against the curly hair at the base of his cock. Finn gasped and shoved his hips toward my face. His hands found the back of my head.

    "Holy, fuck!" he groaned.

    I was comfortable on my knees. There was no strain on my ribs and I could give Finn's cock the attention it deserved. It was funky and damp from all the work he'd been doing, but it wasn't objectionable, and his cock had that ‘uncut' flavour. My head began to bob.

    Beside me, I could hear a zipper being undone. I knew it was Jason. A few moments later, he stepped into my view, standing close to Finn. I looked to the left and saw Jason with his jeans open and pushed down off his hips. His underwear was tucked under his balls and his cock was granite-hard and being stroked with his massive hand. I looked up then. Jason's other arm was wrapped around Finn's shoulder. Finn had his head tilted back slightly, his mouth hanging open.

    "Jesus, fuck!" Finn said.

    My eyes returned to Jason's crotch and I watched him jerking off as I sucked. His enthusiasm inspired me to suck harder. It was a loud, sloppy blowjob. Finn's cock was perfect for making suction sounds. One of my hands moved around him, latching onto his ass and holding on. The other grabbed Finn's balls.

    I pulled my head back, the foreskin covering Finn's cockhead again. My tongue dug beneath it, teasing his cockhead and tickling his skin at the same time. Finn's hips began quivering. His cock vibrated against my tongue in short, rapid motions. I'd never had anyone do that before.

    "Fuckin' Christ, that's good!" Finn was definitely enjoying it.

    I heard the door open behind me, then I heard, "Shit!" It was the other guy's voice.

    Finn didn't let go of my head. I don't think he knew anyone else was there. I just kept sucking.

    "What's your name, pal?" Jason's voice asked.

    "Um. . . T. . Tony," the other guy said.

    "Well, Tony," Jason added. "Finish unloading the truck and you can have a turn if you want."

    "Shit!" Tony said again.

    Jason moved us closer to the wall so Tony could pass and I had to turn slightly on my knees, but Finn's cock never left my lips. Tony wasn't a bad-looking guy, really. Not good looking, but not ugly, either. I could do him. He was almost too skinny for me, but I could do him. Just as long as Fatso didn't want a piece of me, too. He had the personality of a toadstool.

    I returned my attention to sucking Finn. It was pretty cool, sucking him off like that right there in the entryway, knowing Jason was jerking off and knowing Shawn was standing right behind me. I wanted to look at him, to see his reaction, but Finn wasn't about to let me do that.

    My head started bobbing on his cock again, slurping away. The sound echoed off the walls of the entryway. Tony pushed past us again and out the door for another load.

    I sucked Finn harder and faster, pausing from time to time to play with his foreskin again. I captured it between my lips and stretched it before taking Finn into my throat again. He was moaning now, and his whole body was spasming. His cockhead began to pulsate and I knew he was getting near the finish line. I put everything I had into sucking his cock. His moans turned to loud groans and I could see Jason's hand flying on his cock now. His own groans echoed Finn's.

    It wasn't planned to happen, but Shawn was standing behind me and Tony was standing beside me just as Finn pumped his jizz into me and Jason sprayed his own jizz all over me. Two voices groaned in harmony as a third voice repeated "shit!" over and over again. Finn kept cumming and Jason kept squirting on me, and I was loving it.

    Finn's cum tasted really sweet. I don't know what that boy ate, but it sure made him tasty. He stopped shooting far too soon for me and pulled out as soon as he did. I turned to my left, facing Tony's crotch. It was poking out at me. I undid his belt and pants, tugged them down, and sank my lips over him. He wasn't very long, but he was thick, and he didn't have the same funky smell that Finn had. Tony hadn't done enough work to get that far.

    I could hear Finn zipping himself back up, then I heard Jason say, "Shawn? Give Finn here my phone number and address, would you? Get his phone number while you're at it."

    I heard movement then as both Shawn and Finn moved about, but it didn't distract me from my task. I'd tell you all about Tony's blowjob, but I've told you almost everything that happened. By the time Shawn had Finn's phone number, Tony was unloading his balls. If Finn hadn't shot when he did, I'm sure Tony would be dumping in his Jockeys by then anyway. Tony barely lasted a whole minute.

    My ribs still weren't hurting much. As long as I didn't cum, I was fine. So, I pulled away from Tony, turned to Jason, and sucked his softening cock into my mouth. I thought Jason would object, but he didn't. His familiar cock sprang into action once more and his hands moved to the back of my head. I grabbed his hips and started them moving back and forth.

    Jason took up the rhythm and started fucking my face. His hands left my head and I heard cloth tearing. I looked up to watch Jason rip his T-shirt to shreds, tearing off pieces and dropping them to the floor. His cock bloated inside my mouth and I knew that he was loving this. I took my cue and shoved his jeans and underwear to the floor. Somehow, he managed to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants and kick them aside. He stood there dressed only in a pair of socks.

    Jason grabbed my head again and started slamming his balls against my chin. I hadn't noticed that Finn, Shawn, and Tony were still standing there watching us. My nuts churned and I was cumming in my pants. It felt wonderful, and even more wonderful when I realized my ribs barely hurt at all. I held my breath and let it happen as I hummed my orgasm into Jason's cock.

    Suddenly, Jason let go of my head, pulled his cock out of my mouth, grabbed it, and started shooting his jizz all over me again. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. Jason sprayed as much of his cream into me as he could, but a lot of it splattered my face and hair and shirt. More of it splattered the walls and floor, I'm sure.

    When Jason was done shooting, I sucked him in again to clean off his cock. I loved him so much at that moment, and I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time something like this happened, and I secretly hoped that Finn would make a return engagement. There was a lot more I wanted to do to that boy.

    As Finn, Tony, and Shawn continued the move, Jason took me into his bathroom and started filling the Jacuzzi. He stripped me, hugged me gently, and kissed me with more passion than he had ever kissed me before.

    "That was the hottest thing I've ever done," he said after a time. "Hot for you, too, I see."

    "It didn't hurt, Jason," I told him, smiling as I did so. "I came, but it didn't hurt. It just felt good. There was no pressure on my ribs."

    "So, Finn was a good idea?"

    "The best," I said.

    "I have to tell you, Scott. You're beautiful as you are, but, man, are you hot with a cock shoved down your throat!"

    "So, you wouldn't mind if we did this again sometime?"

    "Are you kidding? It was the best sex I've ever had with you." Then he winked. "I know a pizza delivery guy that you'd love to get your hands on."

    "Too bad I'm not hungry," I said. "Yet."

    Jason turned off the faucets, turned on the water jet pumps, and helped me into the tub. I settled back and luxuriated in the soothing heat and invigourating bubbles. "I'll be back when the move is finished. You don't mind if Shawn unpacks for you, do you?"

    "No," I said, "but he shouldn't have to do that."

    "Shawn's a good kid. He'll do it. He'll probably wash all your clothes again anyway."

    "Have you had him yet?"

    "No," Jason said. "Never thought about him that way. Why? Do you want him?"

    "He's pretty damned cute. I thought that's why you hired him."

    "I hired him because he's good," Jason said. Then he bent down and kissed me again. "I'll see what I can do."

    He stood up and left me alone with the Jacuzzi.

    To Be Continued

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    I feel sorry for Scott. I would like to *take care of him*

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    Judging my the load Scott blew when he was sucking off Jason, I highly doubt that he minds sucking guys off.
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    Before I continue with this story, do you have any thoughts on the direction it has taken?

    It's a direction I hadn't even considered, but it's one I would definitely pursue if you think it's the way to go.

    (Don't worry about Scott and Jason. They're not going anywhere.)

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    Neil
    I think it is a great story. Watching Brad (I love that name) is more of a love story and I think this one is more about sex but with a strong love component. It would be nice if Blondie showed up again for a raunchy good time. Maybe the doctor will tell Scott that his broken rib knit quicker than expected.

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    Ooooo ..... Sheep !!!
    I'd like to take care of both of them .......................

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    Neil.....like I said a few posts earlier......I love this story!!!! I was hoping that you'd get caught up in writing it. Hopefully you will be able to keep this story going as long as you can!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    Where you lead... I will follow... Love the story.

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    I've been away for a few days, so I'm getting caught up. Thanks again SO much Neil, for both stories. I must admit that this one makes me squirm uncomfortably (I have issues with fidelity, having been cheated on in the past), but I can get my mind around the idea that they're doing what they're doing with open eyes, and still love each other. I think they're teaching me as much as they're learning from each other....

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    I'm loving the direction this story is going in. It's about time Scott started having things go his way. And I think Jason should be the guy to give him what he want's considering how much he's given Jason.

    I would like to see some more intimate moments though, just between Jason and Scott. I love the way you write about the shared feelings in intimate moments. Makes me melt.

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    Story is great as usual. Like JJF, maybe balance out the Jason-Scott and the other guys with equal time. Not that it isn't nice, it is. But we'd also like some 'alone' time with our stars, lol. Good going though.

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    Honestly, I don't like much the new direction the story has taken.

    When you re-read it from the start you realize that it has always been Jason's intention to be with Scott only. He clearly states that he had many chances with other boys but he was king of saving himself for Scott.

    Likewise, Scott has always be seen like "the slutty cocksucker fag". That was how it was when Jason and he met on that party for the first time, it was like that when the school bullies tried to abuse/rape him, and it was the front cover that Jason used to get to him.

    I think it is about time that Scott self image improves beyond the "hungry mouth" and if anyone could do it that would be Jason. It is about time that he knows that he can do better than that.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Apollux
    Honestly, I don't like much the new direction the story has taken.

    When you re-read it from the start you realize that it has always been Jason's intention to be with Scott only. He clearly states that he had many chances with other boys but he was king of saving himself for Scott.

    Likewise, Scott has always be seen like "the slutty cocksucker fag". That was how it was when Jason and he met on that party for the first time, it was like that when the school bullies tried to abuse/rape him, and it was the front cover that Jason used to get to him.

    I think it is about time that Scott self image improves beyond the "hungry mouth" and if anyone could do it that would be Jason. It is about time that he knows that he can do better than that.
    Scratches chin... Interesting point. Maybe the story should focus on just them, no other guys should be sticking their dicks in it.
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    I was a bit concerned about the direction as well, but I began thinking about the way Jason got excited watching Scott with Rob, especially when he spied on Scott and Rob during the 'break up'. Was Jason's wild sex with Scott just for show or was it from being so turned on when he had seen Scott and Rob together.

    After all, it was Jason who arranged the whole thing in the first place. Was he buttering up Scott or was he fulfilling some wild fantasy?

    It worked for me in the end. I don't see any infidelity in it. They weren't being unfaithful to each other. They were both consenting, and they both participated willingly in the threesome. I think it opened a door for them and makes for some pretty wild encounters for you guys to read.

    Don't worry. Jason and Scott will always be the stars, and they'll have their moments. I have no intention of splitting them up. But Scott is used to casual sex, and enjoys it. His only objection at the beginning of the story was Smelly Crotch alone. If Smelly hadn't smelt so bad, the story would have gone in a totally different direction. Meanwhile, Jason is discovering himself and exploring his fantasies. This is just one more of them. Not only does he love and trust Scott enough to allow him do continue doing it, he enjoys watching him do it.

    It works for me.

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    Yeah, I think it is okay. But are there going to be any other guys now? Sometimes too many characters can get overwhelming.

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    gsdx you have me hooked on your stories both this one and watching brad you are one hell of a writer. I just cannot wait to get to the end of them both you have me hook line and sinker. Once you have finished them both i will be printing them off to read in the future i like the adoption bit as there was a bit on the scottish news to night that the rc church was against gay couples in adpoting hope you keep writing good stories i cannot get enough of them.

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    I guess I have a biased opinion on this story after I thought about it. I am a lover of groups and 3somes in particular. I have been in a relationship where we had a regular third person and it worked out quite well. The only reason for the end of the relationship was because of work. My ex-lover was offered a job in another state. I was unwilling to move, but I know how much this job meant to him, so I told him to go. We were only together for a little over 2 years, but it was definately 2 great years!!!!

    So I like the 3rd person being invited...........and I'd even like more!!!! After all it is a story....but one that I like, if Neil enjoys writing, then that's what he should do. I was reading it when it was only 2 lovers or sex involved companions, I'll continue to read no matter what way he goes.....I just like his creativity!!!

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    Neil,

    Taking care of Jason is one of my faverite stories and the direction it has gone since the beginning is amazing. To see Jason go from being a total prick to the loving and kind teddy bear keeps me interested to see what will happen next. Even with Scott sucking so many guys is alright but taking all their loads however concerns me a bit becase I would really like to see Jason and Scott become more and stay healthy at the sametime. Only thing that could make it even better is if Jason were to take just as many loads as Scott does when he sucks off different guys. I wouldn't mind reading about Jason giving himself to the guy who has always wanted his ass as he stated in an earlier chapter. But only if it is what he wants and if it is ok with Scott.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Lucusvirginia
    Neil,

    Even with Scott sucking so many guys is alright but taking all their loads however concerns me a bit becase I would really like to see Jason and Scott become more and stay healthy at the sametime. Only thing that could make it even better is if Jason were to take just as many loads as Scott does when he sucks off different guys.
    I explained this in a post in one of my other stories. I'll repeat the post here as it's still appropriate:

    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    That's a good question, and certainly not an easy one to answer.

    I think people wish that STDs didn't exist and, in a piece of fiction, they don't if one so wishes. Most readers enjoy reading 'condomless' stories. Despite the real-life dangers, in my stories, they can do what they want because STDs don't exist.

    That being the case, why do they use condoms during anal sex? Simple answer: Hygiene.
    And thanks for your comments. Don't worry about Jason. He's still new to the game and not very good yet. But, he will learn. Trust me.

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    Neil, that is kind of wrong. Saying that you can take condoms and STDs out of the picture because it is a story is like saying that you can take condoms and STDs out of porn, because both are fictional and controlled enviroments.

    Yet, you know that condoms are pretty much mandatory on most gay porn productions. Certainly they could screen for STD every single porn actor that is to work on a video and film the entire thing without rubbers and keep themself within a reasonable safety margin, so why they don't do it?

    Simply because porn (and sexual charged stories) has the power to influence their audience's tastes and perceptions. As far as I know there isn't a single law that enforces the use of condoms in porn (just look at all those condom-less straight porn videos around) but the gay producers themself have decided to put out the good example and been responsible toward their audience.

    In that order of ideas a story writter is not that different from a porn video producer. They are both feeding fantacies into their audienceces minds, and thus should have a minimum of concern of the repercusions of those fantasies into the real life.

    Even if nobody could come after you and prosecute you based on "you induced me into unsafe sex practices", there are still the peace of mind and karma issues.
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    You are, of course, right. However, if you read any of the stories in Nifty, condoms rarely appear, and I'm sure it has a much wider audience than here at JUB.

    Fortunately (or unfortunately), I grew up during a time when condoms were not necessary. All my experience has been without them. I don't even know what they feel like, or the sensations one gets from them. I don't know how to write about them.

    I can imagine a lot, but I can't imagine condoms well enough to know how to use them in stories, either for the giver or the receiver. I can only put them on the characters and forget they are there.

    I've given 'safe sex' warnings in my other stories, or set them in times when condoms weren't necessary. Perhaps I should do that more often if I continue writing.

    Sorry, but it's the only way I know how to do it.

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    *Waits patiently for next chapter*
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    *Waits patiently for next chapter*
    Sorry. I'm still trying to decide whether or not to continue with this story. I fear I made a horrible mistake.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    Sorry. I'm still trying to decide whether or not to continue with this story. I fear I made a horrible mistake.
    You know how to write. You can fix the mistake. Just don't leave us in suspenders.

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    As you can see, . . . this is my first post. PLEASE. . . continue this story! Mistakes will only make the story more real as you adjust. Your stories have uplifted me more than you will ever know! -G

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    It is not the direction the story has taken. It is the unprotected oral sex.

    I can't fix that.

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    When it comes to unsafe sex practices, oral sex is the safest one. All thanks to the human saliva.

    Have you heard about Proteaze Inivitors treatment for HIV? Well, Proteaze is an enzine present on the saliva (it is what helps us transform the starch from the bread into sugar, among other things) Turns out that Proteaze is particulary harmful to the HIV virus.

    Of course, I´m no heath care professional, so this statement should be verified with someone truly qualified.

    Besides, fellating someone who is whearing a latex condom must be one of the most distasful experiencies you can ever have (been there, done that). The taste of latex remains in your mouth the entire night after that ! :-( Thanks God for the fruit flavoured condoms !!
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