TAKING CARE OF JASON
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