TAKING CARE OF JASON
"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?"
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