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    I've just this morning thought of a way to fix the problem, more or less. I'll get on it as soon as I can. It might be a boring chapter, though, just to warn you.

    Thanks for the info. I'll put it to good use.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Apollux
    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.
    Hmmmmm.....Hollywood makes movies about murder, suicide, the list is very long. But yet, people, the majority of people understand that it is a movie or TV ****** There is a line between reality and fiction. As and adult you should know the difference. Just because we read a story that happens to not have a line in it that says, "I put the condom on my cock" doesn't mean anything. Use a little common sense here!!!!!

    Neil your stories are awesome. Don't change a thing because of one complaint!!!!!!!

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    Agreed. I think most people in this day and age should be smart enough to decide for themselves when to have protected sex and when not to.

    As for those that may be offended by this store due to unprotected sex, well God gave you free will. I suggest using it and stop reading the story. If a TV program you find offensive is on, you turn it off. If a radio station is playing a song you don't like, you change the station. If yuo find a story you don't like, then stop reading, and stop wasteing the time of people that are enjoying it!

    Neil, please continue on with this story in the way you fell it should be writen.

    Tristan

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    I've just this morning thought of a way to fix the problem, more or less. I'll get on it as soon as I can. It might be a boring chapter, though, just to warn you.

    Thanks for the info. I'll put it to good use.
    Yay! I'm so glad you've decided not to give up on the story. I really really love this story.
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    Please don't change a thing. I agree with Gayemtinpa. You know what your doing and that is just fine with me. This is your story and your writing it not anybody else. If some people don't like the way you write then they need to find other reading material.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 13

    Jason returned to the bathroom, his hardon leading the way, and slid easily into place behind me. I settled into his massive chest, the hair massaging my back. His powerful arms came around me, carefully avoiding my injured rib.

    "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he said over my right shoulder.

    "Not for three minutes and fourteen seconds," I said.

    "Well, I love you. . ." (he kissed my right cheek) "I love you. . ." (he kissed it again) "I love you." After one final kiss, he said, "There. I'm all caught up."

    I could feel him settling back against the tile wall surrounding the tub. "Shawn's going to bring us coffee and some lunch, then he's going to start unpacking and washing your clothes for you."

    "I still feel guilty about him doing all this stuff for me."

    "That's what I pay him to do," Jason said. "It's his job."

    "Still. . ."

    "You'll get used to it, Scott," he said. "I did."

    Shawn arrived a few minutes later with a tray which fitted over the edge of the tub. Two hand towels and two mugs of coffee sat on it along with a plate of assorted sandwich triangles with all the crusts cut off. "Will there be anything else, Sir," Shawn asked.

    "We're fine, Shawn," Jason said. "I'll call you when we want more coffee."

    "Yes, Sir." And he left.

    I wiped my hands dry, picked up a sandwich, looked at it, and sniffed. Tuna. It was delicious.

    "So," Jason said as he munched on his own sandwich, "do you think you're going to like living here?"

    "I think so," I said.

    "You don't sound too sure."

    "Oh, I am," I said. "It's just. . ."

    "Just what?" Jason asked.

    I thought about my answer carefully. I didn't want to make Jason mad. "I liked the sex, and Finn was great. I'd do him again in a heartbeat, but. . ."

    Jason waited. "Okay," he said finally, "out with it, Scott."

    "I don't want to take anyone's load except yours anymore."

    "That's cool," Jason said. I could feel him shrug his shoulders behind me.

    "And I don't want anyone to take your load except me."

    "That's cool, too. I can live with that."

    "Are you sure?"

    "Sure I'm sure," he said. "Watching you suck is the fun part. It's the horny part. I can't see them cum in your mouth, so it's no big deal. If I can see them spray all over you, that part will be fun, too, and that will make me very, very horny. There's no telling what kind of load you'd get out of me then."

    "So, you're okay with it?"

    "Sure," he said. "Since that party the first time, I've loved watching you do other guys. Even Rob later on. But you do what you want to do. If you don't want to take their loads, then don't. By the way, Shawn said he'd think about it, but he's not making any promises. He's not gay."

    We sat there and the bubbling water eased away the pain in my ribs. This was going to be good therapy for me if nothing else.

    * * * * *

    Our pact didn't last very long. After two hours of sitting in the tub with Jason's rod shoved up my back, I had to take care of him. It might have been okay for him to wait for me when he was in prison, but now that we were together and naked all the time, I could see his balls getting bluer and bluer by the second. I couldn't expect him to wait until I could cum without agonizing pain.

    So, I sucked him off.

    He lay back on the bed, his hands cupped behind his head on the pillow. I lay beside him. Shawn came and went, putting clothes away for me. He was doing his job and I was doing mine.

    This blowjob was long and slow, and I lost myself in it. Finn had been fantastic, but Jason was better. I was in lust with Finn, but I was in love with Jason. That made the difference. I'd tasted Finn, and that was enough. I'd never taste him again. I hoped he would phone to come back for another blowjob, and I would gladly give it to him, but I'd never taste his cream again. That was the way I wanted it to be.

    "You can stay and watch if you want, Shawn," Jason said, breaking into my thoughts. I looked down toward Jason's feet. Shawn was standing there, his hardon poking against his pants and a spot of wetness already forming there.

    "I have other duties to perform, Sir," Shawn said.

    "If you don't do something about that," Jason added, "you're going to hurt yourself. So, whip it out and whip it off if you want."

    "I do find this rather stimulating, Sir."

    "Come on, Shawn, lighten up, will ya? Stop being so formal. If you want to whack off, do it."

    Shawn's hand moved to his crotch as he leaned his ass against the dresser, whether or not he was aware of it. His fingernail scratched idly at the wet spot.

    "That's better," Jason said. "Now, take it out and start pumping."

    Much to my surprise, Shawn did just that. His hands moved to his belt first, undoing it, and then the clasp hidden beneath. Finally, he pulled down the zipper, hooked his thumbs in the waistband, and pushed his pants down over his ass to his thighs. His hardon poked out the clean, white underwear he had on.

    His hand slipped beneath the waistband and clasped his cock and he started stroking it slowly in the constricted space. I went back to sucking Jason's cock. It was thicker than a few moments earlier. Jason certainly enjoyed watching sex, no matter what form it took.

    It wasn't long before Shawn pushed his underwear beneath his balls, pulling his cock out into the open. I was suitably impressed. It was just as pretty as Shawn was. His hand wrapped around it and he started stroking furiously. Whatever he might have thought about his ‘station', however much he might have thought he should be performing his duties, it was all forgotten. His only intent at the moment was to make himself cum, and that's what he was doing.

    I didn't mind, of course. I liked watching guys jerk off. It was tough to find someone willing to do it, though. I've seen lots of porn, and I have piles of magazines to prove it, but of all the pictures and movies I've seen, the most exciting ones for me was watching one man make love to himself. There was something so private about it. So voyeuristic. So exhibitionistic.

    Shawn was a natural showman, whether he knew it or not. It did its job on me and my cocksucking efforts doubled themselves. Jason reacted accordingly. He knew Shawn was turning me on big time, and that was turning him on, too.

    "That's the way, Shawn," he said in a gruff, sexy voice. "Jerk that meat. Feels good, doesn't it?"

    "Yes," Shawn's whispering voice came to my ears.

    "How good, Shawn? How good does it feel?"

    "Really good."

    "Just really good?"

    "It feels fantastic."

    Shawn began stroking faster.

    "You're making me hot, man," Jason said. "You're going to make me cum soon."

    "Yes," Shawn said. "Oh, God, yes!"

    "You like watching Scott suck my cock?"

    "Oh, yes." Shawn stroked even faster and Jason's cock began to pulsate.

    "You want to watch Scott suck the jazz right out of my balls?"

    "Yes-s-s-s-s!"

    "You're going to make me cum, man. I can feel it. My balls are ready to blast."

    "Oh, God, yes-s-s-s-s!" Shawn's hand was becoming a blur.

    "You too, Shawnie? You getting close?"

    Shawn could only grunt his response now.

    "Jerk it, Shawnie," Jason said. "Jerk that cock and make it shoot for me." Jason's cock began to swell. He was moments away. "Make it cum, Shawn. Jerk it and make it cum!"

    "Oh, fuck!" Shawn said.

    "Shoot it, Shawn! You're making me cum, too! Here it is! It's cumming!" And he was. His hips heaved up and his cream shot into me. "Aw, fuck! Shawnie! You're making me cum, man!"

    Shawn came, too. Semen shot out all over his shirt, his pants and the carpet. Every shot was accompanied by a loud grunt of ecstasy. "Holy, fuck!" he said.

    "Suck it, Scott!" Jason shouted. "Suck me, Baby!"

    I did, and he filled me over and over with his delicious, scalding, ball juice.

    All too soon it was over. Jason's cock softened in my mouth as Shawn squeezed the final drops of jism onto his pants. When he finally realized what had just happened, he looked down at himself and quickly tucked his equipment into his underwear and pulled up his pants again.

    "Permission to go home and change, Sir?" Shawn asked.

    "No," Jason said. "Stay like that, Shawn, and don't wipe it off. Let it be a reminder of your new duty around here."

    Shawn looked up as he pulled up his zipper.

    "From now on, Shawn, don't wait for an invitation. If you see something you like and you want to jerk off, do it."

    "Yes, Sir."

    "Just make sure you're somewhere where I can watch you."

    Shawn smiled meekly then. "Yes, Sir," he said. Then he left to continue his duties.

    "Holy, shit," Jason said. "Can you believe that? Shawn pardons himself when he says ‘darn' and he didn't even flinch just now when he said ‘fuck'. Man, that was hot watching him like that."

    "You're telling me," I said. "You almost drowned me with those first two shots."

    "Maybe I should make it an order instead of a duty. He's got a beautiful cock. Next time, I want to see him bare-assed."

    "You perv!" I said with a grin.

    He looked at me. "You tell me right now that don't want to see that ass of his."

    "I don't want to see that ass of his."

    "You're a fuckin' liar."

    I grinned at him again. "But a loveable one."

    "Now, that's the truth." He kissed me, long and hard. "How's the rib?" he asked when he pulled his head away again.

    "Fine," I told him. "Like I said, it only hurts when I breathe hard, like when I cum."

    "Yeah, I feel a bit guilty about that. Here I make a promise to you and I can't even make it through one day."

    "I already told you, Jason," I said. "I don't mind. My day will come eventually, and you'll be there for it. Until then, I'll take care of this thing for you." My hand wrapped itself around his soft meat.

    He kissed me again. "I knew I made the right choice when I picked you."

    * * * * *

    We were snuggling on the sofa, watching something-or-other on Jason's humongous television. I can't remember what it was, but I can remember feeling Jason lying behind me, his naked body pressed against my own as he held me in place. My head rested on his left biceps, just below his chin so he could watch TV over my head.

    Shawn was in and out, seeing to our needs and working on my laundry. Even the clothes that were clean were being washed. He was a good kid. I liked him. The cum had dried on his clothes, but it left noticeable stains. He didn't seem to mind after awhile and didn't try to disguise it anymore.

    I wish my ass was like his. It was amazing. I always wanted an ass like that. His pants pulled tight around it and showed it off beautifully. I particularly liked the way each cheek pushed up as he walked. There was so much ass there that his legs would push them up with each step. I tell you, if we were running a marathon together, I'd always be one place behind Shawn. I'd follow that ass anywhere. That boy could sit on my face anytime.

    Jason began to sing "Climb Every Mountain". It took me a bit to understand what he was doing until I realized I was lying there, staring at Shawn's ass. He was folding my laundry neatly and putting it on the settee, his back to us.

    "Fuck you," I said with a chuckle.

    "What?" Jason chuckled back. "You want I should tell him to wear baggier pants?"

    Shawn turned his head toward us. "Sir?" he said.

    "Nothing, Shawn. Scott, here, is just admiring your butt."

    Shawn looked at me and smiled politely. "Thank you, Sir," he said.

    "My pleasure," I told him. "And please, stop calling me ‘Sir'. My name's Scott."

    He stood up straight and turned sideways to us. "I couldn't do that, Sir."

    "Like hell you can't, Shawnie. No more ‘Sir, for either of us."

    "I must maintain my position, Sir."

    "Shawn," Jason said. "We just finished watching you jerk off. Your cum is all over your clothes. Is that maintaining your position?"

    Shawn looked down at himself, then back at us. "No, Sir."

    "But that's the position we like to see. We're more than employer/employee. We're friends. No more ‘Sir', okay?"

    He smiled finally and nodded. "Okay, Jason, but only when we are alone. When you have visitors, I won't call either of you by your first name."

    I could feel Jason nodding behind me. "Okay. I can live with that. Now, get back to work. And fold as slowly as you can."

    * * * * *

    Shawn outdid himself with dinner. I ate things I'd never heard of before, and every single bite was delicious. Jason and I were still naked. That seemed to be the way it was going to be around here.

    That night, after Shawn had finished work and gone home, Jason and I spent another few hours in the Jacuzzi. I didn't suck him off again, but I fell asleep with his hard cock in my mouth. It was still there when I woke up in the morning, and it was still just as hard.

    To Be Continued

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    Geez! First it Kleenex, then it's a towel!

    If you're not leaking out of one end, you're leaking at the other!


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    Great job again.
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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    Geez! First it Kleenex, then it's a towel!

    If you're not leaking out of one end, you're leaking at the other!

    The kleenex was for Watching Brad, although I can see where a towel would come in handy there too. We will see when he visits Uncle Sheep.
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    Alright.....hold on there Mr Sheep! You laid claim to Ted and Brad, let some of us have these two characters!!!! lol, I'm just kidding.....Neil, great chapter as usual. But it would be Okay with me if they changed their mind, or if they don't. Your story sir.....I'm just an admirer of you!!!!!

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    Good job, another hot one.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 14

    I woke up with a cock in my mouth and I started sucking it. What the hell. Jason's cock was hard and I already had my lips wrapped around it, so what else is a boy supposed to do?

    Jason didn't complain much when he woke up. He just grabbed my head and started humping his hips into my face. It didn't take long for him to shoot. I don't know how long he'd been hard, but I'm pretty sure his cock never left my mouth all night long. He was primed and ready, and he was blowing his wad within five minutes.

    Shawn cooked an excellent breakfast for us, then I grabbed a quick shower before Jason drove me to classes. I think he did it just to make it known that I belonged to him. He even walked me to my class and told me he'd be waiting for me in the afternoon.

    Word spread quickly and, by noon, people were talking and the bullies were cautiously stepping aside to let me pass. It felt pretty damned good.

    Rob found me as I sat outside during one of my dead hours. "Hey, Scott," he said with a smile. "I've been looking for you and I heard you're back on campus."

    "Yeah," I said as he took a seat beside me. "What's up?"

    "I was going to ask you the same thing," he said with a grin. "How's things with you and Jason?"

    I just smiled and winked.

    "Son of a bitch," he said. "So, tell me. How much money has he got?"

    "I don't know," I said.

    "Come on, Scott. We're buddies. You can tell me."

    "I don't know, Rob. Really I don't."

    "He won't tell you?"

    "Jason doesn't know, either."

    "Fuck off, Scott. People with money know how much of it they have."

    "Not Jason."

    :Fuck me," he said.

    "Talk to Tom," I said. "I'm sure he'd be happy to oblige."

    "And he obliges me every chance he gets." Mr. Shy Guy was quickly melting away.

    "Going pretty good then?"

    "You don't know, Scott," he said, suddenly serious. "I can't believe how lucky I am. Not that I'm as lucky as you, getting your hands on Jason and all, but Tom is incredible. If it hadn't been for you, I would still be nowhere."

    "Glad I could help."

    "Shit, man, I still can't believe it! You and Jason!"

    I hung my head down and grinned. "Yeah, well."

    "Every girl on campus is drooling over the guy and you end up baggin' him. Hell, even Tom has the hots for him."

    I looked up. "Tom?"

    "Oh, yeah. Big time."

    "Then what in hell's he doing with you?" I joked.

    "He thinks I'm cute."

    "You are," I said seriously. "And pretty damned sexy, too."

    Rob looked away and smiled, but he blushed, too. "Thanks." He looked down at his hand, then, with his head still tilted, he turned his eyes to meet mine. "So are you, Scott. I love your eyes."

    "Yeah, well Jason loves them more," I warned him with a smile and a wink. "Better watch your ass."

    "Don't I wish."

    "So, when are you and Tom coming over for a visit?"

    "I don't know," Rob said. "He works weekends and three nights a week."

    "Just let me know when," I told him. "I'm sure Jason won't mind. He likes both of you."

    * * * * *

    I'm surprised I didn't turn into a prune after all that time I spent in the Jacuzzi, but it worked miracles on my ribs. I didn't have another orgasm for three weeks after that time with Finn in the foyer. He called, you know. Asking if he could come over for a repeat. Jason gave him a rain cheque and explained about my rib and everything. Finn was very understanding and even apologized to me. He hadn't realized it was so bad when he'd been over that day.

    Jason discovered I could cum again. We were sitting in the Jacuzzi one night. He was playing with my dick. Not really jerking me off or anything, just playing with it to let me know he still cared about me. He'd done that lots of times. But, that night, he started to lick my ear. You know, the lobe. Some guys hate that, but not me. It drives me crazy. It gets me into some pretty heavy-duty breathing. I guess that was Jason's first clue.

    He sucked it into his mouth and that did it. My cock reared up in his hand and I pushed myself back into him, my ass rising off the bottom of the tub and my cock sticking out of the water. His hand was still wrapped around it, and he wasn't playing with it anymore. He was jerking me off, and hard!

    His left arm held me around my chest and my scream came out of my throat at the exact same instant as the first blast of cum shot out. Oh, it was a mess. Three weeks of jizz stored up and just waiting. It was on me. On Jason. On the walls. In the water. Everywhere.

    Jason came against my back at almost the same time. I wasn't anywhere near his cock, but I could feel it shooting straight up and hitting me. He was still cumming when I fell back against him again.

    * * * * *

    Jason carried me to our bed, kissing me all the way. I loved it when he carried me. He was so strong it took my breath away. I loved the feeling of his chest when he held me close to it like that and I could smell his Jason smells all close and personal. He was so strong, but he was as gentle as a lamb. At least with me. Those hands that could bend steel could also make such wonderful feelings on me.

    And he was a damned good kisser. He could suck the air right out of my lungs. Even his kisses could make me cum.

    Jason was all man, and he was all mine.

    He sat on the bed, still holding me in his arms, still kissing me. I don't remember how we got into our final position, but I suddenly found myself lying on Jason and he was still kissing me. He was on his back and his arms were around me. He pulled me closer to him and when I didn't scream in pain, he held me closer still. The pain was still there, but it was just a dull ache now. I could handle it.

    Our cocks were still hard and trapped between us, lying side-by-side and loving each other without our help. My balls lay on his and they, too, were kissing each other. I don't know how long we lay like that, but Jason didn't let me go until we had explored every millimetre of each other's face - his so rugged and powerful and strong - mine so soft and gentle and smooth.

    I could feel his stubble tickling me and it only made me feel more fantastic. His sweet, warm breath blew over me. His chest heaved under me as he gasped for breath. His nipples poked into me and his fingers dug into me.

    As much as I enjoyed kissing Jason. My cock was screaming at me. It wanted to cum again. My lips reluctantly released Jason's and I went after his ear as he had done mine earlier in the tub. Like the good little boy that he is, Jason obligingly turned his head and let me have at it. His crotch reared up against mine and his fingers dug harder into my back.

    "Holy, fuck!" he whispered in my ear. "Oh, yeah!"

    As I sucked on his earlobe, Jason began humping his hips. Our cocks slid between our bodies and my own hips began to hump in tandem with his. Before long, we were humping ourselves to orgasm again.

    Jason started cumming first, his screams of ecstasy filling my ear. I felt his first blast of cum between us and I started cumming as well. We sucked and we groaned and we fucked our bellies and we came. And when it was all over, we fell asleep just as we were.

    * * * * *

    When we woke up in the morning, I didn't know Jason and I would be spending most of the day in bed. We were hard again when we came awake, lying on our sides now instead of me lying on top of him, but he still held onto me.

    Jason started sucking my cock first and I moved around until I could suck his cock as well. The taste and smell of last night's sex was still on him, but that only heightened our mood and excitement. I sucked his delicious cock into my throat and held it there for awhile, just enjoying it. Jason still couldn't deep throat me, but he was doing a better job of sucking.

    My head started to bob up and down on his cock while my tongue danced a tango on his flesh. We didn't even know Shawn was there until his cum started splashing against us. I don't think Jason knew even then. He was facing the other direction.

    I looked up and there was Shawn, his pants around his knees and his fist flying on his cock. He didn't make a sound. He just came. His jizz landed all over us and the bed. Like I said before, I love watching a guy jerk off, and I had a ringside seat at the Shawn ****** Shawn was good at it, and he had a cock worthy of jerking off. It was worthy of watching.

    I kept sucking as I watched it all happen and then my own orgasm hit. I took Jason by surprise because he was suddenly choking on my cum and pulling away from my cock. That didn't stop me, though, and it didn't stop him. His cockhead expanded dangerously and the first torpedo wave almost blew out my tonsils. I held onto Jason's ass and let him blow. His mouth found my cock again and I dumped the rest of my jizz into it as he dumped the rest of his into mine.

    As Jason pulled away from my spent cock and I released his, he sat up and noticed Shawn for the first time. Shawn was still doing up his zipper and belt.

    "Oh, hi, Shawnie," Jason said with a smirk. "Have fun?"

    "Indeed I did, Jason," Shawn said. "Thank you."

    Jason noticed the cum on his hip for the first time and reached down to rub his fingers in it. "Is this yours?"

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said. "I hope you don't mind."

    "Cool," was all Jason said. "Mighty fuckin' cool."

    "Will you be having breakfast in bed this morning?"

    "Sure, why not?" Jason said. "And lunch and probably dinner as well."

    "I've got classes," I said.

    "Not today you don't, Babe. Today you're going to teach me how to suck cock the way you do." He looked up at Shawn. "Feel free to join us anytime, Shawnie. We're going to be here all day for your viewing pleasure."

    "Indeed," Shawn said. "The pleasure is all mine. I'll begin the shower for you."

    The shower was running at the perfect temperature when we stepped into it. Shawn was still in the bathroom, draining and cleaning the Jacuzzi. We were too busy to do it ourselves last night. When we arrived, he was cleaning the remnants of my cum off the tile walls.

    I washed Jason and Jason washed me. We each had our own lather-upper thingies. You know, those lacy things that lather up a storm when you squirt liquid body soap into them and rub them. Mind you, it took me twice as long to wash Jason. There was twice as much of him to wash.

    By the time we got back to the bed for our breakfast, the bedding had been changed and scented candles were burning around the room. The curtains were drawn tight, shutting out the world, and gentle, easy music was playing softly in the background. Shawn had made it extremely romantic for us.

    We were lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard, when Shawn arrived with our breakfast. He set the bed tray over Jason and lifted the silver warming lid. The eggs and bacon and ham were all on one plate, but there were two knives and two forks beside it. There was a stack of toast, all buttered, and a small tray with various jams and jellies and marmalades on it. I reached for my steaming mug of coffee first while Jason grabbed up a slice of bacon and popped the whole thing in his mouth.

    We didn't talk much as we ate. Both of us were ravenous and we inhaled everything. Shawn arrived with a pot of coffee and a sugar bowl and creamer and topped up our mugs.

    "Keep that stuff coming, Shawn," Jason said. "We've got a busy day ahead of us and I don't want Scott falling asleep on me. Or, in me."

    "Would you like me to prepare more breakfast for you?"

    "Nah, this is enough," Jason said as he looked down at the quickly-disappearing food. "But could you make pancakes for lunch? I've got a hankering for your home-made pancakes."

    "Of course," Shawn said. His smile was pleasant.

    "Wait until you taste these, Scott. If they don't make you want to kiss Shawnie, here, I'll be surprised."

    "Can't wait," I said.

    "I'll be back to retrieve the tray in a few minutes," Shawn said, and he left.

    "Why do you call him ‘Shawnie'? Isn't that a little childish?"

    "Not for Shawn," Jason explained. "He likes it. But I'm the only one who can get away with it. I advise you to stick with ‘Shawn'."

    We munched a bit more, then I said, "You know, I really should go to classes today."

    "You can catch up tomorrow. Today, I'm not letting you out of my sight. You're all mine, at least for one day." He kissed me. "Besides, I want you to teach me how to deep throat you."

    "That's not something I can teach anyone. It's something you have to learn how to do on your own."

    "Then I'll practice on you all day." He kissed me again. "I'm not going to be happy until I can do it, Scott." And then he kissed me really hard and long.

    * * * * *

    Jason didn't manage to deep throat me that day, but it certainly wasn't for the lack of trying. He had his lips wrapped around my dick for hours and sucked four more loads of jizz out of my nuts before I had to stop him.

    I got four more loads out of Jason, too. Two of them up the ass. Man, can that boy fuck when Shawn is standing in front of him whacking his meat!

    Speaking of Shawn, he doesn't get paid enough for what he does for us. At least as far as I'm concerned. The bedding was changed no less than three times that day, and his meals are to die for. I was really getting to like him. He was a good-looking young man and sexy as hell. I'm a cock man. Not really an ass man. But Shawn's ass left me weak. It was perfect. It would have been more perfect if he didn't wear those fuckin' black pants!

    "Jason, whose idea was it for Shawn to wear clothes like that?"

    "His."

    "But a bow tie and black pants? Come on. It's a new millennium."

    "You just want to see his ass." Jason's smile and wink didn't phase me one little bit.

    "You're damned right," I said. "It's worth looking at!"

    "Shawn!!" Jason yelled.

    Moments later, Shawn appeared through the doorway.

    "New rule, Shawn," Jason said. "From now on, none of this formal crap. No ties. No fancy white shirts. No starched black pants. No belts. No uncomfortable shoes. Tomorrow, it's sneakers and jeans."

    "That wouldn't be very proper, Sir. . . I mean, Jason."

    "Fuck proper, Shawn. You can do laundry and cook in jeans, can't you?"

    "Yes."

    "Then that's the way you do it from now on. Think casual, Shawnie. Think sexy. Cut-offs, shorts, T-shirts. Whatever."

    "I still don't think it's proper, Jason."

    "It's proper enough for my Scotty," Jason said. "He wants to see your ass in jeans. Besides, it might help you get over that ‘Sir' crap."

    Shawn gave us his best formal and regal bow and said, "Thank you, Sirs." Then, with a wink and a smile, he left the room to begin cooking our supper.

    "I might not make it to class again tomorrow, you know," I told Jason.

    "If Shawn makes you horny, see if I care." We hugged and kissed until Shawn brought our dinner in for us.

    * * * * *

    I didn't make it to class the next morning.

    To Be Continued

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    Great stuff Neil !!
    I agree with the other guys ... it's your story, not someone elses. If they don't like it they can write their own. I am enjoying every sentence, & I have got the common sense to realise that if the story doesn't need the graphic detail of putting on condoms then it does not have to be included. Surely we are all adult enough to see this ?!!! With my own sexual escapades (!!!) I also have the common sense to think of protection whether or not it is in a story.
    Your stories are great, please keep writing.
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    This is getting better, like a fine wine. When will Shawn dispense with clothes altogether???

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    I think Shawn would do nicely in my home. Some how I can visualize his sweet ass.

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    Can I be Shawn???? Can I huh huh, Can I huh??????

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 15

    Like I told you, I didn't make it to class the next day, either. I don't know if Shawn was bucking for another raise, but he sure as hell got another rise out of me. And Jason, too. I loved this guy's idea of casual.

    Where do I start? Well, the thing that surprised me most was that there was a whole lot more of Shawn under those baggy shirts Shawn had always worn than I had expected. He wore a dark blue T-shirt that hugged his torso like a cycling costume. He was thin, but there were pecs and 6- pack abs and biceps under that cotton which were breathtaking and cock-inflating. This boy worked out, and he looked good!

    The jeans were just as tight, and just as revealing. He was going commando all the way. There wasn't a lot up front, but the bumps were all in the right places and mouth-wateringly sexy. No mistaking it. He dressed to the right. But it was that ass of his that made me melt. Man, what an ass on that boy! It was all I could do not to jump out of bed and bury my face into that denim.

    "Grab a towel, would you Shawn?" Jason joked. "Scotty's drooling here."

    Shawn smiled at us. "I trust I meet with your approval?"

    "Oh, yeah," Jason replied.

    I couldn't talk. I was still drooling.

    "Shall I prepare breakfast for you now," Shawn asked, "or should I wait awhile until you stop groaning?"

    "You can hear us from the kitchen?" I asked.

    "I can hear you from the elevator," he winked.

    "Shit," I said.

    "By the way," Shawn continued. "Mr. Trent is looking decidedly jealous today. When he saw me in the hallway this morning, he growled at me."

    "If he causes you any shit," Jason said, " let me know. I'll take care of him."

    "I can handle Mr. Trent, Sir," Shawn said. "Besides. I'm not the person of whom he's jealous." He looked right at me.

    "Me?" I said stupidly.

    "I already told you, Scott," Jason said. "He's been after my ass since the day we met. He's not getting it, though. I can't stand the guy. He walks funny and he talks like he would be doing me a big favour if I gave him a chance."

    Jason gave me a kiss then. "Don't worry," he said. "He'll never get that chance."

    "Too bad," I said. "He's kind of cute."

    "Trust us, Scott," Shawn said. "Stay away from him. He's bad news all around. Now, if you will excuse me, I'll begin your breakfast and bring it in when you're finished."

    "We'll call you," Jason said.

    "No need, Sir," Shawn winked. "I'll know."

    * * * * *

    Jason was gentle when he started fucking me that morning. It felt great to feel him inside me again. Like I said, he was gentle when he started, but he soon realized that I wasn't hurting anymore and he started to lay it into me big time. It was his first fuck in months, and mine, too, and we both put ourselves into it with a passion we hadn't felt in a long time.

    I was on my back. Jason was on his knees, holding my legs in the air and pounding his cock into me. His balls smacked my cheeks every time he shoved in. Jason loved to fuck. He liked sucking, but he loved fucking. I loved watching him. He would lose himself in it until there was nothing else except his cock and my ass. He was a man made to fuck. He was built for it and he had the power to do it well.

    I didn't mind hard fucks. I enjoyed them slow and easy, too, but there was nothing like a good, hard fuck to make my day. And I was getting a damned hard fuck that morning. The headboard was banging the wall with every stroke and I grunted every time it did. Jason grunted, too. It was like those martial arts guys yelling every time the smashed a brick or something. Grunting added power to Jason's thrusts. The harder he grunted, the better my ass felt when he rammed into me.

    I'd love to have been able to sit back and watch him fuck me. It was when he was pumping his jizz into the condom that I got the idea to ask Jason if he had a video camera.

    * * * * *

    We didn't have to call Shawn when we were done. He knew. Just like he said. He outdid himself with breakfast that morning. Maybe it was the fact that he'd cooked it all while he was dressed in those delicious jeans. Maybe it was the fact that his cock was solid and pointing up and right toward his hip when he brought in the tray and he didn't hide it. Whatever the reason, it was incredible and Jason and I ate everything he'd cooked for us.

    "When are you going to join us, Shawnie?" Jason asked when Shawn had returned to pick up the empty tray and refill our coffee mugs.

    "You know I'm not gay, Jason," Shawn replied.

    "You jerk off while you're watching us," Jason added. "I thought you might like to join us."

    "I enjoy watching people climbing Mount Everest and doing space walks outside the Shuttle, too," Shawn said, "but that doesn't mean I want to do it."

    "Point taken," Jason said. "But, if you ever change your mind. . ."

    "You'll be the first to know." Shawn smiled pleasantly.

    "It's not just me, you know. Scott, here, is dying for a chance at that ass of yours."

    Shawn looked suddenly fearful and serious. "I'm sorry, Scott," he said nervously, "but I'm afraid that is something that will never happen."

    "That's not what he has in mind, Shawnie," Jason said.

    Shawn looked from Jason to me and back again. "I don't understand."

    Jason's smirk and the sly look in his dark eyes said everything to me, but he used words to explain it to Shawn. "Let's just say that, if you served breakfast tomorrow and used your ass as Scott's plate, Scotty wouldn't need any silverware and you wouldn't have to wash the plate when he was finished."

    I swear, it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. Shawn just stood there looking at me, the tray in his hands. He just looked, and then his eyes popped open wide and I could almost see the light bulb lighting up above his head. "Oh," he exclaimed. And then he repeated it. "Oh."

    But I saw his cock jump. The idea had potential and I had a chance.

    * * * * *

    I wanted to get up, grab a shower, and head off to class, but Jason's lips wrapped around my cock sort of changed my mind. He was getting good. He still couldn't deep throat me, but he was getting better at using his mouth and tongue, and those lungs of his could suck my balls right up through the piss tube.

    I still couldn't believe it as I looked down my body at him. His thick, dark eyebrows were pulled high up on his forehead and his eyes were looking at me. His mouth was on my cock and I watched as it moved up and down on me. This wasn't the face of a cocksucker. This wasn't the body of a man who liked to get fucked up the ass. There was too much man there to be queer. But he loved sucking cock and loved getting fucked, and he was in love with me.

    He interrupted my blowjob long enough to move up and kiss me. "Tell me I'm a good cocksucker," he said, smiling at me.

    "You're a great cocksucker," I told him.

    "I'm a piss-poor cocksucker. But thanks for the vote of confidence." He kissed me again and went after my cock once more. Minutes later, I was pumping my jizz down his throat and he sucked up every single drop.

    * * * * *

    Shawn prepared the Jacuzzi for us and Jason carried me in. Did I tell you I love it when Jason carries me? Tough! I'm telling you again. If I never took another step in my life, I'd be in Heaven if Jason carried me. His forehead wouldn't even wrinkle with effort when he picked me up. I made his muscles bulge, but that was it. I was a little boy in his arms. Not some grown man. He always got a hardon when he carried me, too. So did I, for that matter.

    He stepped carefully into the tub, still holding me in his arms, and somehow managed to sit down, maneuvering me around until I was settled between his legs, his cock stiff and hard against my back.

    Shawn brought us our coffees, then disappeared into our bedroom. I could hear sheets being pulled off our bed and clean ones being put back on while Jason held me and kissed my hair.

    "Quit school and stay here with me forever," he said as he hugged me even closer.

    "I'd love to, Jason, but I can't."

    "I know," he said. "I'm just dreaming out loud."

    I turned my head around so I could kiss him. He kissed me back.

    "I'm sorry I can't get Shawnie for you, Scott," he said afterwards. "I could order him to do it, but I like him too much. He's been a really good friend to me."

    "That's okay," I said. "Watching him jerk off is good enough for me."

    "You really like that? You really like watching Shawnie jerk off?"

    "I love watching any guy jerk off," I told him. "It's tough finding a guy willing to do it, though."

    Jason didn't say anything. He stood up behind me and sat on the edge of the tub, facing me. His rod stuck out straight and hard from the black, furry carpet. His fist wrapped around it and he started jerking it. Jason didn't need to jerk off. He could get laid anytime, anywhere. But he was jerking off for me.

    There's something about a man and his cock. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he jerks off, and Jason jerked off with all the power and strength he had in him. His other hand rubbed his chest and stomach. He may have hated all that hair, but he loved playing with it when he jerked. He loved playing with his nipples, too, and he tweaked them into solid nubs, squeezing them and twisting them between his thumb and fingers.

    Jason wasn't shy about jerking off in front of me, and he wasn't shy about jerking off in front of Shawn, either. Shawn came in with the coffee pot and stood there, watching him over Jason's shoulder. Without missing a beat on his cock, Jason swung his right leg over the side of the tub and planted his foot on the floor. He straddled the side of the Jacuzzi, stroking his meat as he stared right at Shawn's growing crotch.

    Shawn's left hand found his cock, squeezing it in his fingers as it inflated. He set the coffee pot on the back of the toilet and reached for the button and zipper of his jeans. He had to wiggle his hips to get the denim down over the mammoth cheeks of his ass, but his jeans ended up in a bundle on his thighs and his hand was working on his own cock in no time at all.

    This was a voyeur's dream come true. Two gorgeous, sexy men whacking themselves silly for me. If I hadn't been so enraptured with the sight, I would have made more of an effort to get a peek at Shawn's bare ass, but the two hard cocks and the two pounding hands in front of me had my full attention.

    My own hand was flying over my cock. I was turned sideways in the tub now, facing these two incredible men. They were both into it now, Jason's eyes locked on Shawn's cock and Shawn's eyes moving back and forth from Jason's face to my own. His fingers slid under his T-shirt as he rubbed his rippled stomach, and then his thumb hooked the bottom hem and pushed up on the shirt as his fingers found his rounded pecs.

    "Jesus Fuckin' Christ!" I said. "Holy fuck, Shawn!" I would never have guessed that body was hiding under that shirt. There wasn't a hair to be seen except for the ‘V' pointing up toward his belly button.

    Shawn must have been encouraged by my exclamations. His hand moved from pec to pec, rubbing and squishing and teasing it. His mouth hung open and small moans started to escape past his lips.

    "That's the way, Shawnie," Jason said. His gruff voice was full of unabashed excitement. "Fuck that hand with that cock of yours, Shawn. Oh, yeah, man, you're so fuckin' hot!"

    Shawn fought against his T-shirt. Finally, he released his cock long enough to push the Tee over his head, locking it behind his neck. His left hand dropped to his chest again and his right found his cock once more. For a short moment, though, I'd had a clear, unobstructed view of Shawn. He was a smaller, blonder, hairless version of Jason. He was solid and muscular, despite his size. It was about the same size as Jason's cock, but, on Shawn's smaller frame, it looked a whole lot bigger. He was definitely a hunk, if not a stud.

    "Stroke it, Shawnie," Jason said. His voice was getting louder and louder, as were his grunts and groans. "Jerk that cock for me! Make it cum for me!"

    Shawn's hand began to fly. His other hand was grasping at his chest.

    "That's the way, Shawnie! Make it shoot! Oh, man, jerk it for me, Baby!"

    "Oh, fuck!" Shawn said. His face was all scrunched up in concentration. He had one goal in mind. We all did.

    "That's it, Shawnie!" Jason continued. "Make it cum, man! Shoot that jazz all over me! You're making me cum, man!"

    Shawn's groans became louder. "Holy, fuck!" he shouted. "I'm cumming!" Shawn's semen shot out, splashing against Jason's hairy chest. Stream after stream of it.

    Jason started cumming moments after the first splatter of Shawn's cum hit him. I started cumming, too, shooting my cream into the Jacuzzi. Three men cumming. Triple the pleasure.

    Shawn was lost in the moment. He may have been straight, but he was having a gay old time. There was so much cum, too, and I was beginning to regret my decision to take only Jason's load. I would have given anything for a taste of Shawn right about then. But my eyes and my nose did the tasting for me.

    Shawn was a good cummer, especially for someone like me who loved to watch it. He enjoyed his orgasm and he didn't try to hide it from either of us. Even after he stopped shooting, as he was standing there, squeezing out the last drops of cum from his cock, Shawn was loving it. He was loving it so much that he didn't even go soft. He kept on stroking it lazy-like.

    Jason stood up, stepped out of the tub, and moved behind Shawn, wrapping his arms around him and grasping Shawn's chest in his hands. His face was near Shawn's right ear. "Do it again, Shawnie," he whispered. "Do it again for my Scotty."

    Shawn started stroking again and I sat back and watched. Jason clutched at his chest and Shawn leaned back into Jason, his head tilted back against Jason's upper chest. Jason stood a whole head taller than Shawn.

    Jason's hands moved to the T-shirt, grasping it and tugging at it. Shawn's arms lifted and Jason pulled the Tee up and off Shawn's arms before dropping it to the floor. Shawn, meanwhile was kicking off his sneakers. With his shoes and Tee gone, Shawn bent at the waist and pushed his jeans down his legs. No underwear. Commando Boy today. As he started stroking again, he toed off the left pant leg of his jeans, then the right. He started to kick them away, but they were still bunched around his foot and tangled up in his sock. He kicked harder, and then harder still. The jeans came loose finally, did an impressive triple gainer with a double twist, and hit the Jacuzzi with hardly a splash.

    Shawn didn't seem to care, and neither did I. He was two socks away from being naked and I never wanted to see him in clothes again. Like I said, he was a miniature version of Jason without the chest hair. He was as beautiful and perfect as Jason, and I still hadn't seen his ass yet.

    Jason's hands returned to Shawn's chest and began playing with it again. I moved onto my knees and leaned against the side of the tub until I was close enough to Shawn's crotch that I could smell it. There was a lot of the sex and manly smells that I loved so much.

    There were no preliminaries this time. No foreplay. No teasing. Nothing except the need to cum again, and that's what Shawn was doing. His left hand fell against Jason's hip, his right hand doing everything it could to make him shoot. He didn't last very long this time. He was primed and ready right from his last orgasm.

    Jason was coaxing him on, clutching at Shawn's chest and talking him into climax. My hand reached up to Shawn's balls. He didn't pull away. I cradled them and played with them. His jerking became suddenly more urgent. Moments later, his moans of release flew out of his mouth as his jism flew out of his cock and onto my face. I stayed there and let him cum on me. I only wished I could have kept my eyes open to see it.

    I stayed there until Shawn's orgasm was over. Instinctively, before I could even think about it, my tongue poked out and ran itself around my lips, capturing Shawn's cream and dragging it back into my mouth. I tasted him and I loved it and I didn't care. Old habits were hard to break.

    Poor Shawn. When he realized he'd actually stripped, when he saw that he had shot his ball juice all over me, when he noticed his jeans in the tub, he became hopelessly apologetic and self- conscious, covering his wilting cock with his hands.

    I just smiled at him, trying to make him feel better. "Relax, Shawn," I said. "I'll write you out a bonus cheque for that myself. You can't buy a show like that in any porn shop."

    Jason still had his arms wrapped around Shawn, holding him up. I think Shawn would have fallen down if Jason hadn't been there.

    "I shouldn't have allowed it to get out of hand like that," Shawn apologized again.

    Jason hugged him from behind. "Shawnie, relax. I may be your boss, but you're my friend, and I love you for what you did for my Scotty. You made his dreams come true."

    Shawn looked down at me again. I still had his cum on my face. I wanted to leave it there as long as possible. "Really?" he asked.

    "Yes, Shawn, you did," I told him. "And you can make another one come true if you take off those socks, too, and leave them off until you go home."

    "You really want to see me like this?"

    "Actually," Jason said as he finally released Shawn, "Scott just wants to see your ass."

    Shawn was still looking at me. I just nodded at him. "So, what Jason said about using it as a plate wasn't a joke?"

    I shook my head ‘no'. "If you ever need a place to sit. . ." I left the sentence open.

    Shawn's eyes opened wide.

    To Be Continued

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    Ooooooh Wicked !!!!
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    WOW......guess I use that word a lot reading your stories Neil. But damn I am so hard right now!!!!!!!

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    Neil...you are the master! I kneel in submission before your greatness!


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    Quote Originally Posted by ronboy
    I kneel in submission before your greatness!
    Well, I always considered it sort of impressive, but certainly not great.

    Oh. You're talking about the story, aren't you?

    Never mind, then.

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    Man, this story is so hot, love it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by caddymac
    Man, this story is so hot, love it.
    Thanks. I just thought after all the fluff and mush in the other story, I should do something a little different with this one.

    Besides, you can use Kleenex for other things besides blowing your nose in them

    Glad you're enjoying it.

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    Thanks. I just thought after all the fluff and mush in the other story, I should do something a little different with this one.
    It's unbelievable, that this hot sexy story and all the touching romantic tales like Brad came from the same head.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 16

    Jason and I took a shower together, but not after I stood around, dripping all over the floor as I watched Shawn fish his jeans out of the Jacuzzi and wring them out. I tell you, his ass was everything I expected it to be, and more. It wasn't really a bubble butt. I mean, it wasn't wide. It was narrow, like his hips, but it was so round, and it flexed so nicely when he twisted his jeans in his hands. It was an ass worthy of Michelangelo.

    Seeing him naked like that, I had no doubt he could handle the guy down the hall. Those clothes had hid a whole lot of muscle. I felt so out-of-shape surrounded by these two hunks. I wasn't a wutz in the body department, mind you, but I certainly didn't have the tone these guys had.

    Shawn was a bit shy being naked like that, but I hoped he'd get over it soon enough, just like I had. He was sexy as hell to look at, and I looked at him without any guilt, because Jason was looking just as hard as I was.

    It was only after Shawn left the bathroom with his clothes that Jason managed to drag me into the shower. We were still mostly soft, but there was a definite stiffening going on.

    "Did you know Shawn was built like that?" I asked Jason.

    "Yeah," he said as he washed his chest with that frilly lather thingie. "We've worked out together at the gym before."

    "Why didn't you tell me?"

    "What?" Jason said, smiling. "And spoil the surprise? You should have seen your eyes. Actually, I'm surprised he took his clothes off like that. He's pretty shy, really, even around me in the gym. He must like you."

    "Well, I certainly like him. Man, he cranks me up."

    "Maybe I should hire a few guys just to sit around and jerk off for you all day."

    "You and Shawn will do fine," I told him with a wink.

    "Doesn't that get boring? I mean, sitting there watching some guy whack his meat. Wouldn't you rather be doing something else with it?"

    "Sure, but there's something about watching a guy jerk off that winds me up. You have to be into it to understand."

    "I'm surprised it's so hard to find guys to do it for you. It's no big deal."

    "Not to you, maybe," I said, "but it's something most guys like to do alone. Or, at least, without someone staring at them."

    "That happens in circle jerks all the time."

    "That's different, Jason," I said as I rubbed shampoo into my hair. "In a circle jerk, they're just jerking off together. They might look at each other, but no-one's really getting off on watching them do it because they all have the same goal in mind. It's a lot different when they're actually jerking off for someone."

    "Hm," Jason grunted. "Interesting. Any time you want me to jack off for you, let me know."

    "That would be all the time, Jason," I winked. "Any time you want to, feel free. That might be easier for both of us."

    "Are you falling in love with Shawn?"

    I laughed off the question. "Of course not."

    "You look at him like you are."

    "Jason, I'm not falling in love with Shawn. I'll be honest. I'm very much in lust with him, but I'm not in love with him. There's a big difference."

    "I know," Jason said. "He's not my type. He's too short and skinny for me. But I love him anyway - as a friend. And I love him for making you so happy."

    "Am I your type?"

    "Oh, Scotty," he said with a smile. "You are wa-a-a-ay beyond my type. I didn't know it until I met you, but you are every dream I've ever had. You're everything I've ever wanted in a man, with the bonus of those amazing eyes of yours. Those I could never have dreamt. You're the one I want in my bed at the end of the day. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." He paused and rested his forearms on my shoulders. "That's why I don't worry about us with other guys. None of them could ever take your place."

    Jason hugged me in his massive arms. My hands dug into his back. "I love you, Scotty," Jason said softly. "It there's a forever, that's how long I'll love you."

    I buried my cheek into his chest and let him love me.

    * * * * *

    Shawn was cleaning the Jacuzzi when we got out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He stood up and stepped out of the tub to face us. A mop was propped against the wall nearby and the floor was dried and cleaned, and here we were, dripping all over it again. Jason handed me a towel and took one for himself and began drying himself.

    Let me tell you. I thought Shawn was hot in jeans, but wrapped in that towel he was something else. Even terrycloth loved that ass! I began to wonder if there was anything that guy could wear that could make him look any less sexy.

    "Sorry, Sir," Shawn said. "I'm not comfortable with all this casualness. There's too much of it all at once."

    "That's okay, Shawnie," Jason said with a smile. "Take your time. I'll even let you call me ‘Sir' if you don't wear that uniform again."

    Shawn had the cutest smile. "I prefer wearing jeans," he said, "but I'd like to keep the uniform here for when you have visitors. I still have to keep my station."

    Jason nodded. "I can understand that," he said. "Just take it slow and do as much as you feel comfortable doing."

    "Thank you, Sir," he said. "Would you mind if I continued masturbating occasionally while I watch you? I find it. . . um. . . quite stimulating."

    "As long as you don't mind if Scotty watches you," Jason replied. "He sucks real good when he can see you whacking off."

    "No, Sir. I don't mind. I more or less zone out during those times and I'm not even aware I'm doing it."

    Jason chuckled his deep laugh. "Feel free to zone out whenever you want, Shawnie."

    "Thank you, Sir."

    "Is there any coffee?"

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said. "I'll bring it in to you."

    "Nah," Jason said. "We'll get it."

    * * * * *

    Jason was propped up on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table. I was propped up on Jason, my head propped up on his shoulder. He was holding me, of course. And I was holding him. Well, at least part of him. I was bouncing his balls in my fingers. Hey, when I've got a naked man of Jason's calibre within my reach. . .

    He had a hardon, and so did I, but we weren't doing anything with them. Thought it would be a good idea to give them a bit of a rest. Some court judge was spewing Spanish on the big screen television. I don't speak Spanish. Thank God she translated for me. She talked too fast, but Jason seemed to enjoy watching her, so I did, too. Watch, that is. Not enjoy it.

    Shawn was bobbing around in the kitchen getting lunch ready for us. His clothes were washed and dried by now, and he was in them again, but he left his sneakers off. Still, I had over an hour to look at that bod wrapped in snowy-white terrycloth. He wasn't the least bit bothered that Jason and I were starkers. We hadn't had clothes on since I came home from classes Wednesday night, and now it was Friday. It was nice to be free like this.

    "How did you ever manage before Shawn showed up?" I asked him.

    "I didn't," Jason said with a heavy sigh. The sigh wasn't a result of my question. It was a result of my finger running up along the piss tube of his cock. "I don't know what I'll do if he quits on me."

    "No fear of that, Sir," Shawn said as he moved in front of us, a lunch tray in his hands. We sat up as he unloaded the tray onto the coffee table. "This is the best job I've ever had, and the Sir is the best boss."

    "Thanks, Shawnie," Jason said.

    "How long have you been here?" I asked as I grabbed up a small plate full of sandwiches.

    "Just over one year."

    "No offense," I said, "but I would never have thought a guy like you would do housekeeping and cooking and stuff."

    Shawn shrugged one shoulder. "My mother was an invalid for the last six years of her life. That's where this came from." He patted his six-pack belly. "I took care of her since I was fifteen. I did all the cooking and cleaning at home, so this was nothing new to me."

    "You said ‘took'?"

    Shawn nodded. "She died two months before I came to work here."

    "He still lives in the same apartment," Jason said. "I've tried to get him to move in here with me as a live-in, but he keeps putting me off."

    "Wait a minute!" I said suddenly. "Fifteen, six, one. . . you're twenty-two years old?"

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said.

    "Shit," I said. "You certainly don't look it. I thought I was older than you!"

    "Thank you, Sir."

    I looked at Jason. "He's three years older than me and he's calling me ‘Sir'."

    "It's ‘older than I', Babe," Jason said with a smile. "And he's older than I am, too. Try to talk him into moving in, Scott. He sits at home alone at night sewing buttons on my shirts and scrubbing skid marks out of my underwear. He doesn't have a life. He hasn't had a life since he was fifteen. Convince him he can have one here."

    "I don't wish to intrude on your personal lives."

    "Damn it, Shawn, you're not intruding. You're part of it now for fuck's sake. Scott and I fuck each other and you jerk off and we fuck each other harder. Moving in here wouldn't be an intrusion. It would be a convenience." Jason looked at me. "Do you know what Shawnie does on his weekends? He goes to libraries and museums and art galleries and movies by himself." He looked back at Shawn. "Oh, you didn't think I knew, did you? Fuck, Shawnie, we're the only friends you have. We're the closest thing to family you've got."

    This blew me away. I was watching Shawn's face as Jason talked. I knew it was the truth.

    "Come on, Shawnie," Jason continued. "No-one should be alone. Except for Scotty, here, you're the best friend I've got." Jason stood up, took the tray out of Shawn's hands and set it on the coffee table, then took him in his arms and hugged him. "I love you, man. You've been like my little older brother this past year. Think about moving in, and think hard, okay? You don't have to be alone."

    I wasn't surprised to see Shawn return the hug. In all likelihood, Jason was Shawn's best friend, too. Maybe even his only one.

    When Shawn pushed himself away from Jason, he said, "I'll think about it, Jason. Thank you."

    * * * * *

    I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find out that Jason had a supply of condoms and lube in every room in the house except the spare bedroom, and even then I wasn't sure about that. I'd never been in it.

    Anyway, there he was, kneeling on the carpet and lying belly-flat on the big, heavy coffee table and I was kneeling behind him ramming my cock up his ass while Shawn vacuumed the carpets around us. That's when the phone rang.

    Shawn answered it. He held the phone out to Jason. "It's Master Finn, Sir."

    I stopped fucking and started pulling out of Jason. "No, don't stop, Babe," Jason said over his shoulder. So, I started up again.

    "Hey, Finn," Jason said cheerfully. "What's up, buddy." A few grunts. "Nah, I'm fine," he said. "I've just got an ass full of Scott at the moment. So, when are you bringing that bod of yours over again? Scotty's up and fucking again. He can do you real good now." A few more grunts. "Sounds cool. Hang on, I'll ask him." Over his shoulder, he said, "Finn wants to know if you'd like to meet his brother."

    My hips answered the question for me. Jason let out a large grunt. "Holy, fuck, Scott!" Into the phone, he said, "That would be a very emphatic ‘yes', buddy. Bring him along. . . . Yeah, we'll be here. See you tomorrow. Bye for now." He dropped the phone and put his cheek back on the table. "Holy, shit, Scott! Whatever you do, don't stop thinking about Finn!"

    I didn't.

    * * * * *

    Shawn must have hung up the phone. It wasn't lying on the table when we finished.

    We grabbed another shower, then Jason tracked down Shawn in the kitchen. He was just beginning to prepare dinner.

    "Put that away, Shawnie," Jason said. "No cooking for you tonight. I'm taking everyone out for dinner, and then we're going to come back here and party. Movies and beer. What do you say?"

    "I don't think I should, Sir," Shawn said. "I get a little silly when I drink."

    "Silly is good once in awhile," Jason said. "Keeps you sane. Come on, what do you say? When was the last time you just had fun?"

    Shawn didn't answer.

    "I thought so," Jason continued. "Tonight, it's just you and me and Scotty. Three friends out having fun."

    Shawn looked at me. "I don't want to get in the way," he said.

    "Do we have to beat you up or something, Shawn?" I asked. "You're not in the way. Like Jason said, you're out friend. Start acting like one!"

    "You've been told, Shawnie," Jason said with a big smile. "Now, put that stuff away and get ready. We're leaving as soon as Scotty and I get dressed."

    * * * * *

    Shawn remained above his station until about half-way through dinner when he started to relax and become ‘one of they guys'. He stopped calling us ‘Sir' and started using our real names. By the time dessert was served, he needed an extension ladder to reach the basement of his station.

    Until that night, I'd never hear Shawn laugh, and it was just as cute as he was, and his sense of humour was as big as his ass. It wasn't the booze, either. It took him the entire meal to drink a single glass of beer. I think it was just the fact that he finally realized that he actually had friends who wanted to spend time with him.

    I knew things like that happened. Especially for teenagers who get tangled up in family health problems. From what Jason and Shawn had said, it sounded like Shawn's mother was the only member of his family. Where his father was, I don't know. But, taking care of an invalid mother would certainly prevent him from getting out and making friends. By the time he was free from her, he didn't know how to make friends. It wouldn't surprise me if he was still a virgin.

    Poor guy. I really felt sorry for him. I thought my own life had been crap. It was nothing compared to Shawn's life. I was determined to make sure Shawn wouldn't be alone anymore.

    Tonight, Shawn would learn that life could be fun.

    To Be Continued

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    Please let me do Shawn!!!!!!!!!

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    Shawn is hot. The story is so HOT!!

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    Wow, keep it coming. This story is coming out AMAZINGLY.
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    Ooooooooooooooh Shawn, watch out for your butt ...... you might get to enjoy it !!!!

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    Master piece !!! Really enjoy reading every single chapter.

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    Shawn might not be able to hold Jason and Scott back. It would be very different with Shawn living there.

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    Gee! I just love this story. I just have to see if Shawn will get into this. Lord knows he definitly needs to let his hair down and have some fun.

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 17

    "That waiter wanted you, Scott," Jason said. I sat between him and Shawn, my left hand in Jason's crotch and my right arm resting on Shawn's leg. He didn't mind when I put it there, so I left it.

    "What waiter?" I asked dumbly.

    "What waiter? The one in Monte Carlo, you idiot! In the restaurant. The guy who brought us the food and kept filling up your water glass every time you took a sip out of it."

    "I think Scott was too busy playing with you under the table to notice," Shawn said to Jason. "Like he's doing with you now."

    "Yeah, well," Jason said, "you know how it is."

    "No, I don't," said Shawn.

    "Sure you do. Don't you remember Scotty playing with your nuts?"

    Shawn's head whipped around to face us. His eyes were as wide as a deer's eyes who had been caught in the headlights. "When?" he asked.

    "The second time you whacked off in the bathroom," Jason explained as he drove toward home. "I was behind you holding you up and Scott was in the tub playing with your balls."

    "I don't even remember you being behind me," Shawn blushed. "Like I told you, I sort of zone out sometimes."

    "You don't zone out during sex, do you?" Jason asked.

    "I don't know," Shawn said. "I've never had the chance to find out."

    I glanced at Jason. "Thought so," I whispered.

    "Then how can you say you're not gay?" Jason asked.

    "Because I've never really thought of having sex with a man before."

    "What about with a woman?" I asked.

    Shawn's voice dropped to a hush. "Not them, either."

    "Them?" I thought. "He calls guys ‘men' and he calls women ‘them'?"

    "Well, sorry to pop your security bubble, pal," Jason said light-heartedly, "but you seem to get pretty cranked up watching Scott and me going at it."

    Shawn turned his head to look out the side window, but not before I saw the slight blush and smile. "Yeah, well." He left it at that.

    "So, what are we going to watch tonight?" Jason asked. "Should I stop at a rental place?"

    Shawn turned back to us. "Could we just. . . like. . . do stuff together instead of watching movies? That's all I do at home."

    "That's cool," I said. "What would you like to do?"

    "I don't know. Just stuff."

    "Sure," Jason said, "but Scotty's got a handful of stuff we'll have to take care of first. Your ass feel up to it tonight?"

    "Ooooo," I said, grinning. "Indeed it does! And you feel up to it, too." I squeezed Jason's crotch and absent-mindedly squeezed Shawn's thigh at the same time.

    Jason got started in the elevator even before the doors closed to the parking lot beneath the apartment building. He grabbed my arms in his muscular grasp and pulled my face to his. His lips pasted themselves to mine and his tongue explored my mouth. His crotch pushed into mine, his rod mashing against me. Shawn began to fade from existence.

    By the time we got inside the apartment, Jason was as close to being an animal as humanly possible. His anxious growls and manly pawing were becoming desperate. I knew my ass was in for a workout. We started taking off each other's clothes right there in the hallway as we made our way to the livingroom, dropping our clothes to the floor as we went. By the time we made it to the coffee table, there was nothing left except socks and underwear, two quivering cocks, and two heaving chests. Moments later, only the cocks and chests remained.

    I knelt on the floor, spread my knees, and lay myself over the coffee table as Jason prepared himself. I watched over my shoulder as he knelt behind me. One hand came to my hip as the other pointed his cock at my asshole. When he found the spot, his hand moved to my other hip and he rammed into me like he had that day near the brook. The scream that erupted out of my throat was one of ecstasy rather than pain.

    Jason fucked me hard that time. He pounded into me with a fury I had experienced only once before. His balls smashed against mine with each incredible thrust and the coffee table slid away beneath me. It was a fuck I would remember for a long time. I was loving every moment of it.

    "Fuck me, Jason!" I shouted. "Harder! Shove it in harder!"

    I didn't care who might hear me, but my words worked their magic. Jason fucked me even harder and faster. I could tell by his grunts that he was getting close and wouldn't last much longer. His balls were pulled up, no longer smacking mine. His fingers dug into my hips and then, with one final, ferocious thrust and a primordial groan, he came.

    I could feel his cock pumping into me, swelling and contracting and catapulting his cream into the pocket at the tip of the condom. I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes as it happened and gripped his cock with my ass muscles to squeeze out every single drop.

    Jason fell on top of me when he finished cumming. He stayed there, panting into my ear, and holding me until his softening cock slipped out of me.

    "Fuck, Scott," he said breathlessly. "You're the fuckin' best!"

    He leaned away from me, rolled me onto my back, and pulled my hardon into his mouth. Whether it was the passion of the moment or sheer determination on his part, I don't know, but my cockhead hit the back of Jason's throat, entered it, and didn't stop until it could go no deeper. Even at that angle, Jason had taken me completely.

    I let out my own primordial scream. Jason realized what he had just done and attacked my cock with the same ferociousness with which he'd attacked my ass.

    Let me tell you. I've had my share of blowjobs, but none of them came close to this one. Jason sucked and teased and tongued and poked and prodded in all the right places. His head bounced up and down on me with only one goal in mind, and that was to suck the jizz right out of my balls, and that's exactly what he did.

    I grabbed his hair and held on for the ride.

    "Oh, fuck!" I shouted. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Over and over again. I pumped and pumped as never before, and Jason held me in his throat the entire time.

    When I finished coming, Jason pulled away from my cock and collapsed on me again. This time, he was in a position to smother me with his kisses. The smell of my cum was still fresh on his breath.

    "I did it, Scotty!" he yelled. "I fuckin' did it!"

    I wrapped my arms around his enormous back and held him. I could barely breath under his weight, but I didn't care. I've never felt so good in my entire life.

    I'd totally forgot about poor Shawn. This was supposed to be his night and he was being completely ignored. I pushed Jason away from me and sat up. Shawn was sitting on the sofa in front of me, casually fingering his hardon through his jeans.

    "I'm sorry, Shawn," I said. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

    "No," he said softly. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

    I smiled. "Okay," I said. "Whenever you feel ready, let us know."

    He nodded. "I'll get the beer." He stood up and went into the kitchen.

    I glanced around the floor. All our clothes were picked up and the condom was gone. Even on his days off, Shawn fulfilled his duties. I wasn't at all sure we'd be able to make him just a friend.

    He came back with the three opened bottles of beer. Jason and I were sitting on the sofa by then, side-by-side and with Jason's strong arm wrapped around me. Our feet were propped up on the coffee table. Shawn handed us each a beer, then took his and sat on the settee.

    "Come on, Shawn," I said with a polite, encouraging smile. "Loosen up. At least take off your shoes.

    He looked at Jason, as if seeking his permission.

    "Take off as much as you want, Shawnie," Jason said. "You're not on duty now. Make yourself comfortable."

    Shawn looked back at me, then toed his shoes off. "Would you mind if I took off my shirt?"

    "Like I said, Shawnie. As much as you want."

    "Just my shirt," he said. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and folded it neatly over the arm of the settee. That magnificent chest came into view once again.

    I patted the sofa beside me. "C'mere," I told him. "Join us."

    He hesitated a moment, then stood up and sat down beside me. He still had a hard on, but didn't seem bothered that we could see it. I still didn't know what was going on in his head. He'd put himself on display like that, and he'd lose himself jerking off while watching us. But something was stopping him from going the next step.

    Shawn crossed his legs at the ankles on the coffee table as Jason and I were doing and settled back into the sofa. I put my arm back on his leg as it had been in the car, my fingers wrapped around his thigh just above the knee.

    "You mind?" I asked.

    "No," he said.

    I moved my elbow and nudged his balls.

    "Now?" I asked.

    Again, he said, "No."

    I went the next step and lifted my arm, settling it over his balls and the base of his hardon which was pointing up and angled toward his far hip.

    "How about now?"

    He hesitated awhile before responding. "No," he said.

    I patted his leg friendly-like. "So, Shawn," I said, "it's your night. What do you want to do?"

    He didn't answer. Instead, he asked a question. "How did you know you were gay?"

    "Who, me?" I asked back. "Or Jason?"

    "Both."

    I started first. "I didn't know I was gay until I found out what it was," I replied. "All I know is I used to like boys more than girls. When all my friends were talking about girls, I was running home to the clothing catalogues and looking at pictures of men in their underwear, wondering what was making those big bulges. I mean, my dick was a teenie weenie back then and I wanted to know what bigger ones looked like, especially if they could bulge out underwear and jeans. I was eight years old when I saw my older brother naked. He was fourteen and I caught him jerking off. I wanted to stay and watch but he kicked me out of his room. I was hooked, though. I'd seen lots of pictures of women in the Playboys he hid under his mattress and they made me shiver. It was men I wanted to look at. I was thirteen before I found out that meant I was gay."

    "Did you ever. . . you know. . . do anything with your brother?"

    "Nah," I said. "He had the personality of a mushroom. Besides, he hated my guts."

    "What about you, Jason?" Shawn asked when he realized I'd finished my story. "You don't look like someone who would like men. I mean, look at you. If anyone looks like a fag, it's me. . ." He paused and a look of embarrassment and sheer terror came over his face. "Oh, God, Jason! I'm so sorry!"

    He jumped up from the sofa and started to circle around the back, probably on his way to the bathroom where he could lock himself in. Jason was faster, though. He was on his feet and climbing over the back of the sofa before I knew he was moving. He landed in front of Shawn, who froze in his tracks and recoiled.

    Jason grabbed Shawn's arms, and Shawn cringed. His eyes were filling with tears. "Please, Jason, don't hit me."

    "I'd never hit you, Shawnie," Jason said gently. "C'mere." He pulled Shawn forward, moving his left arm around Shawn's back.

    Shawn was reluctant, but powerless against Jason's superior strength. He was pulled into Jason's grasp. This bear of a man, the one who had recently reamed my ass good, was also one of the most gentle creatures you could imagine. All that power and strength in him felt good when you were wrapped up in his arms and body. It seeped into your blood and his smell filled your brain until there wasn't any more room for worries or concerns. Shawn fell into it as I had fallen so many times. I knew what it was like being there, and it was one of the best feelings you could imagine.

    Shawn's hands came to Jason's hips, his head turning to one side and resting against Jason's chest. Jason's right hand moved to the back of Shawn's head, stroking his hair and soothing him.

    "One thing you forget, Shawnie," Jason said softly, "is that I am a fag. Never apologize for telling the truth."

    Shawn's hands moved around Jason's back. He mumbled into Jason's chest, but we could both hear him speak. "My Mom used to hold me like this when I was younger. I miss it."

    Jason held him tighter.

    * * * * *

    Shawn was sitting beside me again on my right side. Jason sat on my left side. Our feet once more propped up on the coffee table. This time, though, I kept my arm in my own lap. That is until Shawn picked it up and set it back in place where I had it before. He'd lost his hardon, but his crotch was just as comfortable as it was earlier.

    "I hope you don't mind," he said as he looked into my eyes. "I kind of like this."

    I smiled. "I kind of like it, too."

    "I'm not ready for anything else yet," he added. "Is that okay?"

    "That's fine and dandy with me," I assured him. I could feel him growing harder again.

    Jason picked up with his story. "Well, Shawnie, you said I don't look like a fag," Jason said. "That's true, I suppose. At least it's true as far as stereotypes go. I don't fit the mold. Most of what you see is what God gave me. I just tweak it from time to time." He smiled at us. "Anyway, it's what's in the head that counts. I was like Scotty, here. I liked boys, but I didn't go snooping around in catalogues. I grew up on the coast and I had all sorts of opportunities to sit around on the beaches and ogle my little heart out with the real thing. I learned all about gay sex on those beaches. All sorts of things went on there. Gay. Straight. Even one guy getting screwed by his dog. But it was the guy sex that interested me. I learned all about blowjobs and fucking and jerking off before I was six years old.

    "Like I told Scotty one time, it was easy being me. One girl grabs a handful of crotch and by the time it makes the rounds at the pyjama party, it was the best fuck she'd ever had. The other girls would climb on the bandwagon and spread their own stories about the great sex we'd had when we'd never had it. Each one trying to out-do the others. I got the reputation as a ladies' man and not a single one of them saw me with my pants down. Then the queens jumped on the bandwagon, too, and I was getting blowjobs from guys I'd never even seen. Sure, I had a few blowjobs from guys that I liked, and I fucked a few of them in the ass, but until Scott came along, I'd never even touched another dick."

    Jason kissed me then. "And no-one ever fucked me, either. Scotty was my first." He kissed me again, long and hard. "Love you, Babe," he said when he was finished.

    I looked at Shawn. He was looking into my eyes, and then his eyes flicked down to my lips and lingered there for a moment before returning to my gaze. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure if he was ready for it, so I did nothing.

    "You can kiss him if you want to, Shawnie," Jason said. He'd caught the glance as well.

    Shawn looked past me to Jason, then to my lips again. He gulped and leaned forward slowly and his lips found mine. They barely brushed against me at first, but pressed more firmly within moments. I kept my tongue in my own mouth, though, and used my lips only, giving Shawn a taste of what kissing another man would be like.

    He stopped the kiss eventually, leaning back again and pressing his lips together. His eyes were still locked on mine.

    "Thank you, Scott," he said.

    "You're welcome," I smiled.

    Still he stared at me. "You have beautiful eyes," he said. "They're so blue."

    "Thank you, Shawn," I said.

    He didn't respond. He held my gaze a few moments more, and then his eyes travelled to my cock where it was standing out from my crotch in a solid tube. He gulped once more, and then his hand slowly reached out and his fingers wrapped themselves around me.

    To Be Continued

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    Ooooooooooh Shawnie!!!!!!!!!!!!
    There is a threesome cumming up !!!!!!!!!!!!
    Thanks Neil, a wonderful chapter
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    Oh my.....Oh my....Oh my.....I'm sooooooooooooooooooo friggin hard right now!!!!!!!!!!! Please please please.......the next chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    Neil, thanks for letting Shawn explore his feelings. Whether he ultimately is just experimenting, or asserting himself as a gay man, it's good to see that he is in Jason and Scotty's capable hands...


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    It just gets better all the time.

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    This is a awesome story. It sure has change from the start, and I love every twist.

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    i lost track for a bit... being at the cottage and all... but I read the last 3 entries just now.

    What can I say... I am all hot & bothered. You have to tell us what happens next soon!

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    Quote Originally Posted by gayemtinpa
    Oh my.....Oh my....Oh my.....I'm sooooooooooooooooooo friggin hard right now!!!!!!!!!!!
    Is that a compliment or a complaint?

    If it's a compliment, I thank you.

    If it's a compaint, then. . . sorry, my friend, but it's out of my hands*



    *Pun very much intended

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx
    Is that a compliment or a complaint?

    If it's a compliment, I thank you.

    If it's a compaint, then. . . sorry, my friend, but it's out of my hands*



    *Pun very much intended
    Lmao, and very much apprieciated!



    I absolutely LOVE this story.
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    I can't wait for the next part. I've been hoping that Shawn would get into the mix.

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    I hope Shawn start to feel more relaxed and start living life.

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    You wrote quite a bit while I was away! Compliment, not complaint. Ooh, what a lot of fun reading.
    Dear bro, its just hard to see that yer gone at times.
    Babe, I love ya. Gonna keep truckin' on with ya. Love ya lots.

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    Compliment!!! I truely love your stories!!!!!! Watching Brad reinstills my hope for me to find the man of my dreams hopefully one day soon. This story helps me thru the night cuz I don't have a man with me in bed and helps me out with fantasy thoughts!!! hehe

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    Looking forward to the next chapter.

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    Quote Originally Posted by caddymac
    Looking forward to the next chapter.
    I'm working on it. It will be posted very soon.

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    i like where this is heading
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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 18

    My cock jumped beneath Shawn's touch and I sucked in a quick breath of air. This I hadn't anticipated. Shawn didn't do anything except hold it and look at it. I glanced quickly at Jason. He was watching Shawn's face. His eyes flew to mine, then back to Shawn. His right arm came around my shoulders.

    As my head turned back to Shawn, I felt his hand make a single stroke up my cock to the head, then back down again to the base. His little finger extended itself and came to rest between my balls, pushing carefully into the space between them, separating them. He stared at my cock, avoiding our gaze

    Suddenly, Shawn bent over, his lips parting and mouth opening as he moved. His lips wrapped around my cockhead and locked themselves there. He didn't suck or anything. He just held my cock in his mouth as he sucked air through his nose.

    My cock jumped again and I heaved air into my lungs as Jason squeezed my shoulder with his strong hand. Just the thought of my cock in Shawn's mouth almost made me shoot, but I gritted my teeth against it. Shawn stayed perfectly still for the longest time before his tongue finally touched the sensitive skin of my cockhead. He touched the tip with it, then swirled it in a single circle.

    Just as quickly as he had captured my cock in his mouth, he released it, pulling away from me and taking his hand away. He jumped to his feet and ran to the nearest bathroom. This time, he circled the coffee table to get past us. "Shawn?" I called after him and started to my feet, but Jason pulled me back down.

    "Let him go," he said quietly.

    "But. . ."

    "Let him go, Babe," Jason repeated. "He'll be okay."

    "Jason, we have to do something!" I whispered loudly.

    "We already have, Scott. Trust me. Let him go."

    "We dragged him into this," I prodded.

    "No, we didn't," Jason tried to explain. "He was the one who jerked off the first time. We didn't ask him to do it. Tonight, he came back with us. He asked the questions. He put your arm on his crotch. He grabbed your cock and he stuck it in his mouth. He did it all, Babe. Now, he has to figure out what it means and we can't help him do that."

    "Still, I feel like it's my fault," I said.

    "It is."

    My head whipped around to look into Jason's dark eyes.

    "You're the one who's cranking him up, Scotty," he grinned. "All the time he's been with me, he's barely given me a second glance. This isn't new, you know. Sitting around naked and whacking off with him around. I do it all the time. I'm just not his type. But you show up and he's a totally different guy. He's been doing things he's never done before. I've never even seen him naked before, not even in the gym. The day you saw his cock was the same day I did. Things are happening to him that he doesn't understand yet and he's the only one who can figure it out."

    "I still think. . ." I stopped. The bathroom door opened and Shawn came down the hall toward us. He looked at Jason but avoided looking at me.

    "I'm sorry, Sir," he said quietly. "I believe it's best if I go home now."

    Jason nodded. "Would you like a ride?"

    "No, Sir," Shawn replied. "I'll catch a bus. Thank you for the evening, Sir."

    He bowed politely and turned away. Moments later, he was gone.

    * * * * *

    I felt sorry for Jason. I couldn't get into any sex with him. He fucked me that night, but it was like I wasn't even there with him. He held me in the Jacuzzi, like he usually did, but it didn't help. I felt terrible for Shawn. I felt responsible.

    It was better in the morning, but I was still concerned. I knew Shawn wouldn't be in today. Not on the weekend, at least. Jason and I got into a heavy-duty sixty-nine. He was so excited that he could deep throat me now. It was hot to look down and see that stud with my cock in his mouth, but it was scorching to feel his lips pressed against my pubes. Despite my sour mood, Jason managed to suck me into his party. Literally. Before long, we were both humping our cocks into each other and dumping our loads into gulping throats.

    "So," Jason said as we showered together, "you ready for Finn and his brother?"

    "Shit," I said. "I almost forgot about them."

    "Well, if his bro is half as good has him, we're going to have a lot of fun this afternoon. Think you can handle them both?"

    "Oh, I think I can," I said with a sly grin. "Aren't you going to join us?"

    "Maybe after I get tired of watching. Think you could do them both at the same time?"

    "Sure. No problem. I've had a cock down my throat and another up my ass lots of times."

    "No, I mean sucking them both off at the same time. Stand them up or sit them together so their cocks are touching and you do them both at once."

    "Shit," I said. "Never tried that before."

    "Hot stuff, Babe," Jason said. "If we can talk them into it, will you try it for me?"

    "For you, my love, I'd do almost anything." I kissed him, deep and hard.

    We'd finished our shower and were eating breakfast. If you can call it breakfast. A bowl of cereal and toast. It was too late for breakfast anyway, so it didn't matter. It was almost 11 o'clock.

    The ringing telephone startled me and I dropped my toast into my soggy Corn Flakes. Jason picked up the phone on the table.

    "Jason here," he said. ". . . Yup. . . Are you sure? . . ." He glanced up at me from under his black eyebrows, then back down again. "Cool. When? . . . Sure, no problem. . . ." He was silent for a long time, listening. "Nope. Not a problem. . . . Yes, I'm sure. . . . Count on it. . . . No, I won't. . . . Okay, see you then. Bye. . . ." And then he hung up.

    "Eat up, Babe," he said to me. "We're going for a ride."

    "Where?"

    "Never you mind," he said

    "What about Finn?"

    "We'll be back in lots of time. Don't worry. You won't miss him."

    I couldn't pry anything else out of him. By 11:30, we were driving along the streets going somewhere I'd never been before. I was more than a little surprised when I found myself riding along the streets in the seedier parts of town. City buses didn't even come here. We'd left the last bus stop a few blocks back.

    Jason turned right at the intersection, then left at the next. Sitting there, two houses down on the left-hand side, was Shawn. He was leaning against a large tree in front of the house. As he saw the car, he rose to his feet, brushed at his denim-clad bum, and indicated the driveway with a sweep of his hand.

    Jason pulled in. He smiled at me. "Surprise, Babe," he said. He hit a button under the dash and the trunk popped open. "Come on," he said as he got out of the car. I followed him out the other door.

    Shawn was standing there beside me. "I'm sorry about last night, Scott," he said softly.

    "That's okay, Shawn," I said. "What's going on?"

    "Lead the way, Shawnie," Jason said.

    "Jason?"

    "It's cool," he said. "Wait and see."

    Nothing for it but to follow along, so I did. Shawn led us into the house. Music boomed from one of the apartment doors downstairs. Dead letters and newspapers and fliers were piled into a corner near the doorway. The hallway smelled of urine. He went to the stairs and I followed that magnificent ass up them. Jason followed right behind me, squeezing my right butt cheek. I slapped at his hand.

    "You stick that beauty in my face and expect me to keep my hands off it?" he joked. He didn't let go until we reached the top of the stairs.

    Shawn led us still deeper into the house, down another hallway toward the back of the house. He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked a door on the right side. We stepped into an extremely tidy, but very tiny apartment. It was little more than a bachelor apartment with a separate bathroom and bedroom. Shawn lived here? With his mother?

    The apartment was tidy, but the furniture was old and very dated. I took a moment to look around. There really wasn't much to see. Immediately to the left, just inside the door, was a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink, and tub. No shower that I could see. Ahead, in the small livingroom, was a small sofa big enough for three small people. A pillow sat on the back. I doubt if the three of us could have sat on it. A rather shaky-looking coffee table stood in front of it.

    A pile of boxes and bags sat on the floor in the middle of the room along with an old television and portable stereo system and a VCR/DVD player combo. A few shelves on the walls, a small television stand, a single wooden chair and a small eating table, and there wasn't much else. A single light hung from the ceiling. There was only one window in the room.

    Straight ahead, in the nearly-empty bedroom, was a bedframe without a mattress. I couldn't see anything else. To the left was the kitchenette.

    "This is it," Shawn said. "Home sweet home."

    I looked at him. "How long have you lived here?" I asked, trying to keep the horror out of my voice.

    "Since Dad took off when I was 12," he answered. "Mom used to sleep there," he said, pointing to the bedroom. "I sleep here." He indicated the small sofa. "It pulls out into a bed."

    "Shit," I said, still looking around. I couldn't imagine living here for one year let alone eleven.

    "You're not taking that clunker of a TV, are you Shawnie?" Jason said. "Or that boom box or VCR? Your room already has everything in it."

    "His room?" I asked, surprised.

    "Yup," Jason said. "Shawnie's moving in with us."

    I whipped around to Shawn.

    "If it's okay with you," he said to me, smiling at me.

    I was speechless.

    "That's why I left last night," he continued. "I had to think about what happened and then I spent most of the night packing what I wanted to take."

    "Shit," I said, dumbfounded. "I thought I scared you away."

    Shawn shook his head. "You're the one who convinced me to move in." He hugged me then. "Thanks, Scott."

    "Well, Shawnie, you're not taking this crap," Jason said, lifting the TV and setting it back on the stand. Then he set the stereo aside as well. Leave it to Good Will with the rest of the stuff."

    "You mean everything you own is here in this little pile?"

    "Pretty much," Shawn said. "I don't have a lot of stuff. I'm still paying off Mom's medical bills. Can't afford much for myself."

    "Dumping this place will certainly help," Jason said. "Must cost you a fortune to heat in winter. Well, come on. Let's get this stuff packed and get out of here."

    Jason grabbed up a box. "Load me up, Scotty," he said. I piled on two more boxes. Jason headed for the door.

    "Be careful on the stairs," I told him. I grabbed up as many bags and I could carry as Shawn loaded up as well. We followed Jason downstairs.

    Jason had already loaded the boxes into the trunk when we got there. "Put the bags in the back seat," he said, then went back for another load.

    I piled the bags on the seat and floor. As we walked back into the building, Shawn said, "I liked what happened, Scott."

    "So did I."

    "Jason said we could do more if you wanted to."

    "I'd like that, Shawn," I said. "But only if you're sure."

    "I've had more fun with you and Jason than I've had my whole life. Last night was the most sex I've ever had."

    "You didn't do anything."

    "It was more than I've ever done before," he said. "I liked it and I want to do more."

    We stood to the side of the stairs as Jason passed us with another load of boxes. "Quit your yappin', guys," he said. "I could use some help here."

    "Yes, Sir," Shawn said, and ran up the stairs.

    There wasn't much left to carry. Two more boxes, two garbage bags, and a handful of grocery shopping bags. "Is all the rest of this stuff really going to Good Will?" I asked.

    "I don't want it," he replied as he glanced around. "If they can get a few bucks out of it, good for them. I've got everything I want."

    When he looked at me, I thought he was about to cry. I pulled him into a hug. He fell into it pretty easily and hugged me back. We were still hugging when Jason returned. He waited until we separated.

    "Thanks, Scott," Shawn said when he released me.

    "You're welcome," I told him.

    "Come on, guys," he said softly. "Let's go home."

    Jason grabbed up the last two boxes and Shawn and I grabbed the last of the bags. Shawn locked the door behind us. He didn't look back.

    * * * * *

    As Jason had promised, we were back in time for Finn and his brother. We even had time for a quick shower as Shawn began unpacking. Jason tried to talk him into taking the larger guestroom, but Shawn insisted on taking the smaller one off the livingroom.

    I was about to get dressed when Jason stopped me. I was sitting on the bed. He was standing in front of me, still drying his hair with a towel. "Why bother?" he asked. "You'll be taking them off again in a few minutes."

    "If you think I'm going to answer the door like this. . ."

    "You won't have to. I will."

    "Like that?" I said. Jason hadn't lost his hardon since our shower together.

    "Sure," he answered. "Why not? They're here to get their rocks off, aren't they? Maybe Finn will get the hint and take all his clothes off this time instead of just undoing his pants." Jason's cock jerked up and he grabbed it, giving it a few strokes. "Don't you want to see him bare-assed?"

    My lips curled up into a one-sided grin. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

    "Hell, yeah," my beefy boy said with a wink. "Can't wait to see those lips of yours around Finn's dick again. You going to take his load? You already took it once."

    "I don't think so," I said. "I told you I don't want to do that anymore."

    "Not even his brother? He's fresh meat."

    "No."

    He paused. "What about Shawnie if he gets it on with you?"

    I thought about that one, then looked back at Jason. He was still idly stroking his cock. "I think I kind of owe Shawn that at least once, don't you?"

    Jason bent over and kissed me. "I was kind of hoping you would, Scotty. At least once." He kissed me again.

    * * * * *

    The buzzer rang and Jason removed my mouth from his cock and began to rise out of the sofa. Shawn was quicker, coming out of his bedroom and crossing the room before Jason even got to his feet. Once again he was dressed in his black pants, white shirt, tie, and shoes.

    "I'll get it, Sir," he said. Jason sat back down beside me. Shawn went to the door and pressed the intercom. "Yes?"

    "Um," said a mechanical voice. "It's Finn and Ove. . . ." (pronounced ‘oov'). "Is this Jason's place?"

    "Yes, it is," Shawn said. "Come right up." He relayed the floor and apartment number, then pushed the button to open the security door downstairs.

    "Should we go greet our guests?" I asked.

    "Nah. Shawn will bring them in. Beside, you're not finished yet."

    "I thought you just wanted me to keep you hard?"

    "I did, but now I want you to make me cum."

    "You little exhibitionistic prick," I said. "You want them to see me giving you a blowjob."

    "No, I want to cum. They don't have to watch if they don't want to."

    I looked back a Jason's cock. He was still as hard as ever. Not being one to disappoint the man I love, I bent over again and sucked him down my throat. Jason leaned back into the sofa and shoved his hips up against my mouth. His hand found the back of my neck.

    "Oh, fuck, Scotty," he groaned loudly. "That's so good!"

    His other hand moved to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. When I reached the top of an upswing, he held my head still and began to flex his ass, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth and back out again. I started to lose myself in the face fucking. Everything disappeared around me except Jason and his magnificent cock.

    "Shit, Scotty, eat it!" His hands began to push down as his hips came up. His cock slid into my throat and out again. He was loving this.

    His rhythm speeded up. Faster and faster he pushed into my throat. "Fuck, man," he said, "you're getting me there! Suck it, Scotty! Do it for me, Babe!"

    I was lost to the blowjob now. I put all my talents to work, making Jason feel good. Nothing else mattered at that moment except making him feel good. I sucked and I tongued him. My hand moved to his balls, squeezing them and jostling them. His cock swelled inside my mouth - not preparing to cum, but reacting to the sensations I was giving him.

    "Fuck, Scotty, what you're doing to me! Shit, you're getting me there, Babe!"

    I sucked harder and faster. Jason was pounding into me by now.

    "I'm there, Babe!" he shouted. "Keep going! Suck that fuckin' cock, Scotty! Make it shoot! Aw, fuck!"

    His cock began to quiver and pulsate. He was there, and I prepared myself for his explosion.

    "Fuck me, Scott! Suck that meat! Oh, yeah! Here it comes! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

    Jason heaved up into me, burying his cock into my throat and blasting his cream into me. I pulled my head away so I could taste him. His grunts and groans bounced around the room as he shot stream after stream of jizz into me. I sucked and I swallowed, refusing to let a single drop escape my lips.

    Somewhere, I heard a voice say, "Holy, shit!" but I didn't pay any attention to it.

    Jason continued to pump and heave and quiver, even after his jizz stopped shooting and simply oozed out of his cock in exhaustion. His fingers felt like they were pulling my hair out in clumps. Still, I sucked and teased and gathered the last of his cream into my mouth so I could savour it.

    My lover boy was sucking air into his lungs as his body came down. His cock began to soften and I pulled away, being careful not to let a single drop of cream escape. I pulled off his cock entirely and sat up.

    I almost spit it out as I saw Finn and his brother standing there. I swallowed quickly in case I choked on it.

    "Fuck me!" I shouted. "You're twins!?"

    To Be Continued

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