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    Oh hurry up Neil, really I can't wait to see what happens next

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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
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    His name was James. I didn't know what it was about him, but he stopped me in my tracks and all I could do was to stand there like an idiot and stare at him. Jason was darkly handsome, and Scott was what I would consider cute and sexy, especially with those magnetic blue eyes of his. I've lost myself in his eyes so many times. Looking into them is like being swallowed up in a ocean of waves and they wash over you and suck you into their depths and drag you under.

    James was different. He eyes were the softest, palest grey-blue, like the early morning sky. They float over you gently and sweep you up and carry you along with them on a gentle breeze. As I looked at him that first time, I could see in his eyes the same fear and excitement and reservation and anticipation which I had felt only a few short days earlier. Like me, I felt he had inside him a need to discover more about himself, a desire to learn if that empty space inside him could be filled by another man. Perhaps he was a virgin, as I had been until a short time ago. Perhaps he had been waiting for someone to show him the pleasures of his own body. Whatever had drawn him to this place had drawn me to him. I fell instantly ‘in like' with him.

    Tom had said that James had ‘funny ears'. I found no humour in them at all. They were beautiful ears. They were, perhaps, smaller than so-called ‘normal' ears, and protruded slightly, but they gave James' face a youthful, boyish appearance which I found quite appealing and attractive. He was clean-shaven, adding to his innocent appearance, and, even across the room, I could smell his aftershave. It was a new smell in the room and I breathed it in deeply and memorized it.

    His lips were fine and curled up ever so slightly. Not quite a smile, but curled up enough to give his face a happy look. His nose was well-proportioned to the rest of his face and was set squarely and neatly between his eyes. His eyebrows, the same brown colour as his hair, were carefully spaced, full where they pointed to his nose and thinning into a narrow arch above his eyes.

    Even his hair was attractive. Neatly trimmed short on the sides and back, his short sideburns were cut sharply and squarely. The hair on the top of his head was longer and lay in a tousled mass which gave him a look of playfulness and spontaneity. The way it came forward at the front and stuck out over his forehead in random spikes added to that feeling, and the lighter streaks in it gave it a mysterious, undecided look, as if his inner curiosity was being expressed in the colour of his hair.

    James was taller than I, and I knew immediately that, were we to stand face-to-face, I would have to look up into his face. It was difficult to know the shape of his body due to the clothes he was wearing, but, to be very honest, I wasn't paying much attention to his body. It was his handsome young face which captured and held my attention.

    His eyes flashed down to my waist and, as I stood there in my shorts, I felt suddenly naked and ashamed, but then his eyes came back up to meet mine and the left corner of his mouth curled up so minutely that I suspected I was the only one to see it happen.

    I heard my name being called, but I didn't even feel like myself at that moment and paid no attention to the voice. It was only after I heard the name ‘Shawnie' that I was snapped out of my reverie and looked to find the source of the voice.

    Jason was standing there in front of the sofa, hugely naked, and grinning at me.

    I suppose I should take a moment to explain what is going on. You see, Scott keeps a journal. He has for a long time, even before he moved in here with Jason. He didn't know that I keep a journal as well. All those years that I was alone and taking care of my Mom, God rest her soul, with little else to do and no-one else to talk to, I wrote to myself in a journal. I got into the habit and it has remained with me to this day.

    So, when Scott told us he was writing our story, he asked me what James and I were doing all that time in the kitchen on the evening we met. I handed him my journals to read. I sat there with him while he read them, and he read only those parts I wanted him to read. Scott is nice that way, which is probably why I love him so much. He cares about people.

    At any rate, Scott liked the way I write and he said he couldn't improve on it. He asked if I would rewrite my journal entries for his story. I agreed to do so. After all, Scott was the one who gave me a life. If it hadn't been for him, I would still be living in that little apartment watching movies on a black and white television set. For that reason alone, I am more than happy to do this for the man who showed me how to live.

    "Sorry, Sir," I said to Jason. "I. . . um. . ."

    "Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to see to our new guest?"

    "Yes. . . um. . . Yes, Sir," I said, and I turned my attention back to James. "Can I get you something to drink?"

    James' right shoulder lifted in a small shrug as he said, "Whatever's going, I guess."

    "Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?" I asked.

    James thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe something easy for now."

    I took that to mean ‘non-alcoholic'. "Come with me," I said as I walked toward him. "I will show you what we have and you may make your choice."

    I walked past James as I headed for the kitchen, breathing in his aftershave as I passed him. I noticed his other smells then as well, and I wasn't disappointed. He had the look of a youth, but he had the scent of a man.

    I could hear him following me.

    * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

    "What in hell was that all about, Scotty," Jason said as he plopped his ass down on the sofa beside me.

    "Looks like Shawn found himself a sweetheart," I told him with a smirk. "I just hope he doesn't get himself in too deep in case Curious James discovers guys aren't his thing and takes off."

    "Fuck Shawn," Rob said. "I want someone to fuck me!"

    "How sweet of you to offer," Tom, now totally naked, said as he approached Rob and pulled him to his feet. They fell into a very serious and very noisy kissing session complete with lip smacks and sloshing tongues and grunts and groans.

    Jason twisted around so he could kiss me. Our kiss, though, was much more tender and inviting. I closed my eyes to it and let the love flow into me. He put one massive and powerful arm around my back and held me close. His free hand snuck its way into my crotch and found my growing cock. Within seconds, it was rock hard and throbbing in his grasp. Our lips parted, but stayed close. Jason put his forehead against mine, his dark eyes staring into mine. Our faces were so close I could feel his words blowing against my lips.

    "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Scotty?" he whispered to me. "Do you have any idea how horny you make me?" He paused for a bit. "Do you have any idea how much I need to feel this cock in my ass?"

    I breathed out a sigh and he sucked my breath into his lungs.

    "Will you do it for me, Scotty?" he asked. "Will you fuck me the way only you know how?"

    "Oh, God, Jason," I moaned.

    "I love you, Scotty," Jason whispered. "I love you and I need you, and right now I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. Will you do that for me, Scotty? Will you fuck me hard and fast?"

    "God, yes, Jason!" I gasped. "I love you!"

    I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face into mine. Our lips squashed together and I sucked the air right out of his lungs. I kissed Jason harder than I've ever kissed him before and it left both of us breathless. It was several minutes later that Jason finally broke the kiss. He gasped for breath, sucking it in through his open mouth and blowing it back out onto my face. There was a look in his eyes I had never seen before. There was urgency, of course, but there was something else.

    "Scotty," he said desperately, "there's something I. . ."

    I waited for him to continue, but he didn't.

    "What, Jason?" I asked. "What do you want?"

    He put his hand on my cheek and held it there. "There's something I want to do, but it could hurt you."

    "You couldn't hurt me, Jason."

    "Yes, I could, Babe," he said seriously, and I believed him.

    "Will it make you feel good?" I asked.

    "Oh, yes," he whispered loudly. "It will, Scotty."

    "Then do it."

    "Promise me you'll tell me if I hurt you?"

    "I swear I will."

    "God, I love you, Scotty!" He released my cock and grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again. The kiss didn't last long this time. Before I knew it, Jason broke away from me and grabbed a condom off the table. He ripped open the package and fumbled with the latex ring. I had never seen him so nervous or excited before.

    Gone was his usual calm, commanding demeanour. Replacing it was a man who looked like he was about to lose his virginity. He managed to turn the condom around properly and then, with shaking fingers and hands, he placed it over my cock and rolled it down.

    I heard a loud groan beside me and realized I had completely forgot about Tom and Rob. I glanced over quickly. Tom was sprawled out on the sofa with Rob kneeling on the floor between his legs. Rob had Tom's cock deep in his mouth and his head was corkscrewing back and forth, twisting at Tom's cockhead buried in his throat. Tom had his fingers entangled in Rob's soft, blond hair and was guiding Rob to do his bidding. As I watched, Tom grabbed the hair and lifted Rob's mouth away.

    "Get it ready for your ass now," he ordered. For a brief moment, I wondered if Tom was as wonderful as Rob had made him out to be. Tom did all the fucking. Rob did all the sucking. I couldn't help but ask myself what Tom did for Rob.

    My thoughts were cut short, though, and quickly forgotten when I felt Jason getting onto his knees beside me. He grabbed my face again and kissed me once more as he lifted his leg over me and straddled me. I suddenly realized what he was going to do.

    One hand left my face and grabbed my cock, holding it upright. I could feel Jason's ass settling against my cockhead and I could feel him moving it into position. When he was in place, Jason pressed down slightly until the tip of my cock was lodged in his asshole and he could take his hand away from it.

    Our lips smacked loudly as his face moved away from mine. His eyes were wide with anticipation. "Are you ready, Babe?" he asked.

    "Yes," I gasped.

    "Promise me again, Scotty," he said urgently.

    "I promise, Jason! I'll tell you."

    His eyes locked onto mine. "I love you, Scotty," he said, and suddenly his face tightened in effort and he slammed his ass down on my cock. One moment there was nothing. The next, there was only the depths of Jason's ass. There was also his weight. Jason weighs a lot more than you would think, and that's only because there is so much of him packed into that body of his. When he lies on top of me, breathing is difficult. It's like trying to breathe with concrete slabs resting on my chest. I knew then what Jason meant when he said he could hurt me.

    Our groans of pleasure and passion joined each other as Jason's teeth clenched behind spread lips and his eyes cringed shut. His mouth opened after a long moment and a loud sigh came out of it. He stayed motionless for about half a minute, then opened his eyes and looked into mine.

    "Are you okay, Babe?" he asked with genuine concern.

    I nodded.

    "I love you," he repeated, and then he began riding my cock. Jason rode me hard and I suspect he was living a fantasy. He bounced on my cock like a man obsessed. Of all the times I had fucked Jason, it had never felt like this, and, from the look on his face, it had never felt as good to him before, either.

    I grabbed his waist and held on. Every slam of his ass on my hips caused me to grunt out loud. It hurt, but it hurt in such a special way that it felt good to me. Jason placed the palm of his left hand against my chest for support. His other hand grabbed hold of his cock and he began to flail at it. It looked enormous, bigger than I had ever seen it before, and I suddenly realized his magnificent cock had swelled to its maximum size and locked there. It looked exactly like it does the moment before he cums.

    But he didn't cum. Instead, he stroked as hard and as fast as he could. His balls were already pulled up tight against his body and his fingers banged them with each stroke of his hand. Somehow, he coordinated his body to do everything he wanted it to do. Without missing a stroke on either his cock or my own, Jason's entire body moved to bring us closer and closer to the ultimate release.

    "Oh, fuck, Scotty!" Jason shouted. "It hurts so good!"

    Jason was reduced to grunts and groans after that. His entire weight pounded into me and I felt light-headed with the pleasure he was giving me. His ass squeezed my cock as it slid up and down the shaft, siphoning the jism right out of my balls. His whole body became a mass of sweat, matting the hair on his chest and running down his side as it flowed from his armpits. His mouth hung open and he tilted his head forward over me. Perspiration rolled down his face and gathered in his hair. It dripped off his nose and chin, falling onto me in a steady flow.

    With an animal growl, Jason suddenly shook his head violently. Sweat flew everywhere, showering me and everything and everyone around me. My hands began to slide on his waist and his thighs were slick against my arms. I could even feel the sweat dripping off his ass onto my balls.

    Jason's animal growl turned him into a wild creature. His grunts turned from grunts of feeling to grunts of effort. There were only two things in the world at that moment - my cock in his ass and his cock in his own hand, and he was doing everything he could to make them shoot. I could feel myself growing closer and closer, but I couldn't tell about Jason. His cock still remained totally swollen. It was like he had spent the last fifteen minutes on the brink of orgasm.

    Just as I was ready to explode, Jason suddenly leaned back. His left hand moved from my chest to my thigh behind him and he right hand slammed into his groin and froze there. He threw his head back, his mouth wide, and the animal growl sounded again. As my first blast of cum poured into Jason's ass, the first blast shot out of his cock in a stream which shot completely over my head. The second shot almost cleared me as well. The tail end of the stream splashed me from my chin to my hair.

    The remaining spurts of Jason's ‘jazz' splashed me from crotch to face. My own cum poured into the latex cup embedded in Jason's ass. The intensity of both our orgasms surprised me, considering all the sex we'd had that day. And, when they were over, they ended in complete exhaustion.

    Jason fell forward onto me, panting heavily into my ear, his right hand still holding his wilting cock and his left arm lying limply at his side. I put my arms around him and held him. My cock was still inside Jason's ass. It stayed there until is escaped on its own.

    I was vaguely aware of the sofa shaking rhythmically and Rob and Tom moaning. I seem to recall hearing Tom's orgasm as he came inside Rob's ass.

    I didn't give a shit. I was too happy holding onto my man to worry myself about it.

    * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

    James leaned closer to me. "What was that?" he asked in a hushed voice.

    I had taken him to the kitchen to get him something to drink. He had finally settled on coffee and I had poured out a mug for each of us and had taken them to the small table in the breakfast nook. We sat at one corner of the table, diagonal to each other. I had asked James if he would rather I get dressed and he had told me it didn't matter to him, as long as I wasn't uncomfortable.

    I liked talking to James almost as much as I liked looking at him, and, before long, we knew each other's life story. He was attending university here (not the college Scott attended) and was studying Business Management. At twenty-one, he was only two years younger than I. He came from a small town and left his highschool sweetheart behind, but had discovered that, whereas the gay life where he grew up was virtually nonexistent, it flourished here. He had promised his girlfriend that he wouldn't see other women while he was here, but sexual frustration had led him to believe more and more that he wouldn't be breaking any promises if he were to ‘see' other men, if only to get the occasional blowjob when he needed it.

    He and Tom worked together at the pizza shop. James worked behind the counter. Tom's sexuality wasn't commonly known at work, but James had overheard him having a little tiff with Rob one evening and questioned him about it. Tom denied it at first, but James was persistent and mentioned to Tom that he had overheard the name ‘Robert' and the word ‘sweetie' in the same sentence. Tom relented and confessed the truth. They became good friends after that and Tom mentioned that he would be visiting here for a wild weekend and asked James if he would like to come along. It wasn't until that evening that James finally decided he would like to come along as well.

    Which led us to the conversation we were having and to James' question, "What was that?"

    "That was Jason," I responded.

    "Oh, the guy with the eyes," James said as he nodded.

    "No," I corrected him. "The big guy with all the hair."

    "Any idea what they're doing in there?" I could see the curiosity in his face and the imploring look in his eyes.

    I smiled at him. "Go see for yourself."

    "You don't think they would mind?"

    My smile turned to a grin. "There's four guys having sex together in the livingroom. They won't mind. We can go in and watch if you'd like."

    "I don't think I want to watch," James said hurriedly, "but I'd like to see what guys do together."

    I swept my hand toward the doorway. "You can see from there."

    James hesitated a moment, then stood up and carefully peeked around the corner. I barely got a good look at his backside when he spun around again and hurried back to his chair. His pale eyes were opened wide and his jaw dropped, exposing his teeth.

    He jerked his thumb in the direction of the livingroom, leaned in, and whispered quietly, "The big guy, Jason, he was getting. . . you know. . . by the guy with the eyes and Tom was doing it to Rob."

    I simply nodded to him.

    "Didn't you hear me?" he said anxiously. "Jason was sitting on the guy with the eyes and was bouncing up and down on him."

    "One," I said with a polite smile., "the ‘guy with the eyes' is Scott. Two, you can say the word ‘fuck' around here and no-one will wash your mouth out with soap."

    "Okay, okay," he pressed forward, "but Jason was. . . okay, getting fucked by Scott!"

    "Yes," I said.

    "I didn't think guys like that would let anyone. . . you know. . . fuck them. And he was masturbating, too!"

    "Do you mean macho men like Jason?"

    James nodded and I chuckled lightly.

    "Jason may look like a big black bear, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy having all kinds of sex, and getting fucked and jerking off is all part of the game."

    James looked down at the table and shook his head. "Well, it sure looked like he was enjoying it a lot. Heck, I don't even jerk off that. . . er. . . masturbate that hard."

    I reached out and placed my hand over James' hand. His eyes turned up to me. "You've got to lighten up, James," I told him. "Say what you mean and do what you want. That's the way it is around here." I slid my hand away and James followed it with his eyes.

    He tilted his head up and met my gaze again. "You mean this kind of stuff goes on around here all the time?"

    "Most of the time, yes."

    He pause and swallowed. "Do you. . . like. . . join in sometimes?"

    I nodded. "As I was saying, you can say whatever you want, do whatever you want, with whoever you want, whenever you want. That applies to everyone inside this apartment. Myself included. I do what I want with them whenever I want."

    "You mean I could go in there and say I wanted a. . . a blowjob. . . and I'd get one?"

    "Three of them would be happy to oblige," I replied. "I don't know about Tom yet. He hasn't done anything like. But you wouldn't have to go out there to ask."

    "You?" he asked. He sounded surprised. "I thought you were. . . like. . . the housekeeper or something."

    "Valet," I told him, "and ‘yes', I would oblige you as well."

    James looked down at the table again. "Holy, shit," he said.

    "All you have to do is ask, James."

    His eyes raised once more. He had a frightened, hesitant look in them. "This is all new to me," he said. "I don't think I'm ready to jump into it just yet. I'm not sure I want to."

    "That's okay," I told him. "Take your time. If you want something to happen, we can make it happen for you. If you don't, well, that's okay. Nothing will happen if you don't want it to."

    James seemed relieved at that.

    "More coffee?" I asked.

    "Please," he replied.

    As I stood up to pour more coffee for us, James asked, "Any idea what time Tom and Rob are leaving?"

    "I don't expect they plan on going home tonight."

    "What!?" he whispered loudly. "He didn't tell me that!"

    I returned with the coffee pot. "I suppose he thought you would want to stay as well. If you would rather, we can get you home."

    "I don't have to be home, but are you sure there's enough room for me?"

    I laughed. "Pick a bed, James. You can sleep where you like. I imagine Tom and Rob will be sleeping in Jason's bed, but there is still room there for the two of us if that's where we decided to sleep. Or, there's a guestroom and there's my room. There's also the sofa." I carried the coffee pot back to the brewer.

    "You mean I could just go and jump into Jason's bed or your bed and go to sleep?"

    "Yes, and you would be safe," I assured him. "As I told you before, James, nothing happens here that you don't want to happen."

    "I've never slept in the same bed with anyone before. Well, except for my little brother, and he's a dork." He looked down at his coffee mug, at his finger as it traced around the inside of the handle. "So, I could. . . like. . . sleep in your bed and you wouldn't do anything to me?" He looked up at me then.

    "Not if you didn't want me to."

    Once again, his gaze lowered to his coffee mug. He was silent in thought for a long time. The grunts and groans continued to float in from the livingroom. "I've never slept in the same bed with anyone before."

    "I know, James. You just told me."

    "And you wouldn't mind? And you wouldn't do anything I don't want you to do?"

    "No to both questions," I answered him honestly.

    His eyes raised once more. "I want to, Shawn, but I'm scared to death."

    "I want you to as well."

    "Me?" he asked. "You want me to sleep with you?"

    "Yes, I do," I said. "Very much."

    He swallowed. "You like me?"

    "Very much."

    He swallowed again. "I like you, too, Shawn, but. . ."

    James was interrupted by the familiar sounds of Jason in orgasm. James had never heard him before, but he knew what it meant. He turned in his chair to look at the open doorway leading to the livingroom. "Holy, shit!" he exclaimed. He looked back at me again, his face full of surprised amazement.

    Before he could even ask the question, I smiled and nodded at him. "All the time," I said. "Any time of the day or night."

    "Holy, shit," he murmured. He looked back at the doorway and stared at it until the sounds died down and only the heavy breathing remained. Only then did he turn back to me. He sat there, staring at me, but said nothing.

    I decided to take the bull by the horns, as it were. "Do you have a hardon, James?"

    His face suddenly flushed pink, and so did his ears. I smiled at that. "Don't worry if you do. I have one as well."

    He swallowed hard this time. "That would give a zombie a hardon."

    I shook my head ‘no' and explained. "I've had mine since you mentioned you might want to sleep in my bed."

    His mouth opened as if he were about to say something, then closed again.

    I smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, James," I said quietly. "If you decide to sleep with me, I'll keep it right where it is - inside my shorts."

    "No," he said quickly. "I mean. . . um. . . I gave you an erec. . . a hardon?"

    "Yes, you did," I told him. "I won't lie to you, James. I like you and I find you very attractive. If you don't want anything to happen, it won't, but, if you decide you want something to happen, I would like to be the one to do it for you."

    There was only a short pause before James said, "Holy, shit."

    To Be Continued

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    this has taken an interesting turn and I like where it is going. Looks like Shawn will get lucky. Good and hot chapter.

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    Fuck; I think Scotty just took Jason to a whole new level of ecstacy! And James couldn't have found anyone nicer to expore his "curiosity".
    Neil, you have done it once again. Another fantastic chapter!

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    WOW, WOW! Shawn has found someone named James. I am so happy for him. I can't wait until the next chapter. Shawn is telling how he feels, so hot. I love this story!

    "It is better to be thought stupid, then to speak and remove all doubt!"

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    Quote Originally Posted by Just4fun2 View Post
    Shawn is telling how he feels, so hot.
    Yeah, I was a little worried about that. I tried to make the writing styles different enough that you would be able to tell who is writing what, and I hate those stories where two people are writing the same story and the chapter headings are the writers' names.

    When I brought in James, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I picked up the story where it left off and Shawn and James disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the other guys in the livingroom. I decided to go with Shawn writing his own sections where he and James are alone, so I deleted everything and rewrote it in Shawn's words.

    It works for me, but I hope it doesn't get too confusing for the readers.

    By the way, in case you didn't notice, I used '* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *' when I changed narrators instead of the usual '* * * * *'. I trust this helps as well.

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    Neil, I think you did a magnificent job in having Shawn tell his part of the story. I like seeing different characters' perspective. A while back you posted a different thread with Jason telling his side of the story up to that point. I liked it and maybe it could have been inserted here, I don't know. I'll admit since you started this chapter with Shawn telling his words, I was confused at first, but it didn't take long for me to catch on. I hope you do more of this with the story. And yes, I want to see James and Shawn get together. I guess that's just the romantic in me. Once again thanks for every word you write. I love this story!

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    Neil, absolutely beautiful as always. I'm glad you've started updating this one a bit more, as it's definately my fave. Don't get me wrong, I like "Brad" too, but this one really sends me over the top!
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    Another hot time! Try not to leave it so long between chapters.

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    Wonderful chapter, Neil Thanks
    I like the way Shawn is telling his own story .... a mini-tale !! Hope he can help James, just as Jason & Scott brought him out.
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    Don't test my patience any more, Neil. I've been waiting and struggling on how the soty goes next long enough

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    I've just downloaded the last part. I'll read it at home (I'm at a friend's house), even if I have to read the CD with my own eyes!

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    Quote Originally Posted by miaplacidus View Post
    I've just downloaded the last part. I'll read it at home (I'm at a friend's house), even if I have to read the CD with my own eyes!
    Here, I'll translate it for you.
    10010000100111001010101011000111110100010101010101 0010!

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    Quote Originally Posted by sheep View Post
    Here, I'll translate it for you.
    10010000100111001010101011000111110100010101010101 0010!

    Omgz, binary is SOOoO hot! *cums*
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    Quote Originally Posted by jestertop View Post
    I'm not sure...but I think that says something about my mother and a sheep?! Either that or My mother can't sleep?! I'm horrible at binary. LOL.
    Close but no cigar. It sez *your grandmother wears army boots*

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    I know how to read binary, but I can only do that if it's plain text (Notepad documents), and even with them I need a calculator and an ASCII table... I'm such a geek!

    Neil, I've just read the last two parts. I don't have words to describe it. Only a sore penis.

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    Neil, another great chapter. I am glad you have Shawn telling his side of the story. Thank you.

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    Wow. This is so great OMG....I just found this one after reading all of the Watching Brad and its so different, but still the style is the same. I can't wait for more.

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    fingers crossed for a new chapter soon !! Great story !

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    I am finally getting ahead in 'Watching Brad'. I'll start writing a new chapter for 'Jason' this weekend.

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    wow! i just got done reading all the chapters and i have to congradulate you. its a very hot story. you have a way with words, thats for sure.

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    Well, well, well, my goodness...doesn't that make our naughty parts tingle...YES, IT DOES!!!!!!!

    God, this story is making me soooooo fucking horny!!!!!!!!!!...keep 'em cumming, Neil!!!!!(pun definitely intended...LOL)

    MORE, MORE, MORE!!!!!!!!!!

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    You know I like binary. So:

    1001101 1001111 1010010 1000101 0100001 0100001 0100001

    (in plain English: MORE!!!)

    I have to add "please" after that.

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    I'm half-way through the next chapter. I'm hoping to finish it this week and post it for you. The story took a bit of a turn and I'm not at all sure I'm happy with it. If I'm not, I'm going to have to scrap most of it and rewrite it.

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    The story is going great. I'm sure whatever your in the process of writing will turn out fine.

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    I sooooo hope you'll be posting the next chapter of this very hot, sexy story tomorrow (Saturday, October 14th)...can't wait to find out what happens next between shawn and James...the suspense is killing me!!!

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    I NEEEEEEEED another chapter, Neil. Hurry up, I'm turning blue!
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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
    Chapter 27

    Even after my cock slid out of Jason's asshole, he still straddled my hips and hugged and kissed me. He was still panting heavily from his exertions and I could feel his heart pounding against me as he pressed his chest against mine. His heady, sweaty smell surrounded me. It was better than standing in a botanical garden. Few things smell better than Jason does after he's had sex.

    His lips mashed against mine and our teeth clicked together as our tongues fought a duel. At one point, Jason trapped my tongue inside his mouth and began giving it a blowjob, sucking and tonguing it and sliding his mouth up and down it.

    I was about to return the pseudo-blow but Jason's mouth left mine before I could begin. "You are the sexiest man in the world, Scotty."

    "I'm not half as sexy as you are."

    "I don't turn myself on," he said, still panting. "You do."

    He kissed me again, then his mouth moved to my cheek and further to my neck. He stayed there for a minute or so before his lips and tongue found my ear. He licked the outside first, sending tingles of pleasure into my groin, and then he traced the inside channel around the edge before he reached my earlobe. My head turned automatically to the side to give him better access and Jason sucked and nibbled on my lobe as he does with my cock.

    I reached down and behind Jason, pulling the condom off my cock and tossing it somewhere in the direction of the coffee table. My hands moved around Jason's sides and between us. My palms found his massive pecs and my fingers found the hair-encircled nubs of his nipples. I curled my fingers and caught the hardened nipples between my thumbs and the outsides of my index fingers and I squeezed. Jason moaned into my ear, his sighs blowing across the moistened skin of my ear. I squeezed harder and Jason doubled his oral attack. His tongue left my earlobe and began searching out all the other parts in and around my ear. My own groans of pleasure joined his.

    Despite all the orgasms that day, I could feel my cock growing hard once more, pointing upward against the top of Jason's ass. His own cock grew hard against me, pressing between both our bodies, slippery and slick with the cum still coating my skin there.

    Jason drilled his tongue into my ear, swirling and twisting it as if he were rimming my asshole. It felt just as good, too. I'd lost count of the orgasm's we'd had that day, but it was enough to surprise me that Jason was working our way up to another one. He tortured me with his tongue, digging as deeply into my ear as he could and sending shivers of excitement throughout my entire body.

    He finally pulled his tongue out of my ear, grabbed my cheeks in his hand and turned my face toward him. His deep, dark eyes grabbed my attention and held it. There was so much lust in them - more, I think, than I had ever seen. Then his head suddenly tilted slightly and his lips rammed themselves against mine again. His kiss was pure savagery. He was an animal. His tongue sought mine as his mouth twisted against me. I was gasping for breath, sucking deep, noisy breaths through my nose as I fought to explore Jason's mouth as he was exploring mine.

    My fingers gripped his nipples even tighter and began to twist. Jason screamed his pleasure into my mouth, and I pressed and twisted harder still. Jason yanked his mouth away from mine and leaned back. His eyes were closed and his lower jaw dropped as his chest heaved with the effort of his breathing. His right hand left my cheek and found its way to his cock. Once more, he was jerking himself off, intent on at least one more orgasm that night. I relinquished my grip on his left nipple and moved my own hand to my cock. I matched Jason stroke for stroke.

    Jason's head tilted forward once more, but his mouth remained open. His eyes opened and stared into mine once more and still the lust was there. His breath blew over my face, warm and sweet.

    "Holy, fuck, Scotty," he croaked gruffly. "I can't believe I'm going to cum again."

    I released Jason's other nipple and wrapped my arm around his back, pulling myself up toward him. I think he expected me to move in for another kiss, but I had another destination in mind. My lips found the hair on his chest, then zeroed in on the nipple I had just released. I attacked the stiff, tiny nub with the same ferocity with which Jason had attacked my ear only moments earlier.

    I sucked it and pinched it between my lips and swirled my tongue around it, and I even bit it gently with my teeth. Jason went ballistic, his fist pounding against my belly as he stroked his cock. The groan which came out of his mouth was almost painful to hear. I tortured him as long as he would let me, but within minutes, Jason's upper body was twitching away from my mouth, so I moved over to his other nipple and once more began my onslaught.

    Jason continued to groan and moan and to tell me over and over again how good it felt. Throughout, his hand didn't skip a beat on his ramrod. Precum dripped to my belly, warm and wet. His scent, heavy from sweat and sex, stoked the fires in my groin. My orgasm was rapidly approaching, but I was determined to wait for my man to cum so I could join him.

    One more groan escaped Jason's mouth and his chest jerked away from me. I knew he'd had enough and I lay back against the sofa and looked up into his handsome, rugged face. Sweat poured from his brow, rolling down his cheeks and nose, dripping from his face and onto me. There was only one look in his eyes now - his desperate need to blow one more load. I bounced beneath him as he pounded his cock, his ass cheeks hard and warm against me, his balls mashing into my stomach hairs. My own hand rode my cock, rubbing against Jason's ass cheeks at the same time.

    Jason's teeth closed together in a vice grip and his lips split into and intent grimace as his eyes narrowed slightly. And then, suddenly, his jaw dropped and he raised himself onto his knees. His cock came closer to my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The moment the first blast of cum from Jason's cock hit my chin, my first blast splattered against his back.

    There was very little cum left in his balls, but what there was landed on my face and in my mouth, and I accepted it eagerly. I felt the heat from Jason's cockhead against my lower lip and his cock slid past and into my mouth. I clamped my lips around him, holding him there and sucking the rest of his jism out of him and into me.

    As my orgasm subsided, so did Jason's. His cum stopped flowing, but his cock was still twitching in excitement. I stopped stroking my cock and stopped sucking the meat between my lips. My hands moved to Jason's ass, feeling my cum there, and guided his hips forward. He released his softening cock and let it slide into my mouth entirely. I held him there until we both came down from our orgasmic high.

    Jason finally sat back down, his soft cock sliding reluctantly from my lips. He looked down at me, smiling. "I'm not trading you in for anything, Scotty." He bent himself forward and licked his cream from my face before clamping his lips onto mine and giving it to me. My tongue found every drop it could before we fell into some serious kissing.

    "I know people who would pay good money to see that," a voice said beside us. "You guys up to putting on a show? I could make a fortune."

    We broke our kiss and looked at Tom and Rob. I had totally forgot they were even there. Tom was sitting on the sofa near me, sprawled out with his legs spread before him. Rob was on his knees between Tom's legs, giving him a blowjob.

    "Christ, man," Jason said. He sounded rather perturbed. "Don't you ever do anything for Robby?"

    "Sure," Tom replied. "I fuck him whenever he wants and, when he gets too horny, I jerk him off."

    "Don't you ever blow him? Or let him fuck you?"

    "First of all, no-one fucks my ass, Dude. And second, I don't really like sucking cock. I only do it when I really have to. Like when Rob tells me I can't fuck him if I don't."

    Jason climbed off me and onto his feet as Rob removed Tom's cock from his mouth. "I can't believe I let you fuck me!" Jason said angrily. "I thought you were gay!"

    "I am," Tom replied with a smirk. "But I'm not a fag like my favourite little cocksucker, here. Come on, Rob, get your mouth busy again. Daddy needs to wash your tonsils again."

    "That's it!" Jason grabbed Rob under his arm and yanked him to his feet. His eyes burned daggers into Tom. "Get your sorry ass out of my house!"

    "Jason, please don't," Rob begged.

    "He's using you, Robby. Don't you see that? You deserve better than this asshole!"

    "But he loves me."

    "How do you know?" Jason asked. "Has he ever told you?"

    Rob hung his head shyly, hiding his teary eyes from us. "Well, no, but he lets me live at his place and he takes care of me."

    "Why? So he can have your ass any time he wants? So he can do what he wants to you? I suppose you cook his dinners and wash his clothes, too!"

    Rob looked up at me. I could see that he knew the truth. I could see it in his eyes. He didn't want to admit it, though.

    "You don't deserve this, Rob," I told him. "He's using you."

    Tom stood up, grabbing his clothes off the floor and pulling them on. "I don't need this shit," he grumbled.

    Rob was crying now, the tears rolling down his face in tiny rivulets. "I have nowhere else to go."

    "You can stay here until you find another place," Jason offered.

    Rob looked at Tom, who was pulling on his jeans. Tom glanced up, caught Rob's gaze, and said, "Make up your mind fast. I'm outa here."

    I stood up and stepped toward Rob, putting my hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at me. "Stay here if you want, Rob. We'll get your stuff later."

    Rob looked down at the floor and said, "I'd better go."

    "We're here if you need us," I assured him.

    Rob turned away and hurriedly pulled on his clothes.

    "James!" Tom called. Then again. "James!!"

    Shawn opened his bedroom door, still dressed in his shorts. "He's in the shower."

    "Tell him if he wants a ride home, he'd better get his ass out here, fast!"

    "Don't bother, Shawny," Jason said. "If your friend wants a ride home later tonight, I'll take him."

    Shawn nodded, stepped back into his room, and closed the door.

    To Tom, Jason said, "If you even think of hurting Rob, remember what I was in prison for. I'd be more than happy to go back again for pounding your face in."

    Tom lifted his head haughtily. "I'm not afraid of you," he said.

    Jason calmly walked up to Tom, who seemed to shrink as he approached. When Jason was face to face with him, he smiled menacingly and said, "Oh, but you should be. Now, get the fuck out of my house."

    Tom backed away, almost tripping over the coffee table as he encouraged Rob to dress faster. Minutes later, they were heading out the door. "Remember, Rob," I called after him, "we're here if you need us."

    Rob nodded and smiled sadly. And then they were gone.

    "How did we miss it, Jason?"

    Jason simply shook his head back and forth. "He'll come back."

    "Who? Tom?"

    "No. Robby. He knew he was being used before. Now he knows we do, too."

    "Then why would they come here if Rob knew we'd figure it out?"

    "Tom said it himself. He wanted my ass. My guess is that he made Robby set up a date with us."

    "I'm sorry, Jason," I apologized. "If I had known. . ."

    Jason went to the door and locked it, then went to Shawn's door and knocked. A moment later, Shawn opened the door.

    "Tom and Rob have gone home," he told Shawn. "Call me if your friend needs a ride, okay?"

    "James is staying here tonight. That's okay, isn't it?"

    "Of course it is, Shawny. See you in the morning."

    "Goodnight, Jason." Then, looking past Jason to where I was standing, said, "Goodnight, Scott."

    "Nite," I called back.

    As the door closed once more, Jason came to me, picked me up in his arms, and carried me around to turn out the lights. We went into the bedroom where I turned on the bedside lamps from the control panel at the door, then on into the bathroom. He set me down there and we took a leak together, then into the shower. It was all business in there except for a lot of hugging and kissing. Both Jason and I were totally sexed out for the night. We did wash each other, though, and that was fun. Jason even let me shampoo his chest.

    We finished our shower and stood under the shower heads and held each other as we let the water rinse us off completely until Jason finally turned off the faucets and we stepped out of the gigantic stall. Jason dried me and I dried him, and then he picked me up and carried me to bed.

    It wasn't long before we were in bed and sound asleep in each other's arms.

    * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

    I was really attracted to James when I first set eyes on him, but, as we sat in the kitchen and talked, I really started to like him. There was an innocence in him, and curiosity and confusion. I recognized them all easily. I could also see his anxiety.

    "When did you know you were gay?" he asked me, intruding upon my thoughts of him.

    I sat back in my chair. "I don't know that I am, actually," I told him. "The only sex I've ever had is with my friend, here. . ." (I held up my hand) ". . . and Jason and Scott. All I can tell you is that I enjoy it and I want to do more. If that makes me gay. . ."

    "I've thought about it a lot," he continued. "You know, doing stuff with another guy, but I've been afraid to try it. I mean, what if I don't like it?"

    "If you don't like it, you stop and you don't do it again."

    "What if I really suck at it?"

    I chuckled at his choice of words.

    James realized what he had said and that delightful blush spread up his cheeks and to his ears once more. "Oh, geez," he said as he looked quickly down at the table.

    "Don't worry, James," I assured him. "Some people really suck at sucking. But you don't have to do it all at once. You do only what you feel comfortable with and only when you feel comfortable doing it. Like me, for example. I've worked here with Jason for a few years now. I always knew he was gay. He told me when he hired me and swore me to secrecy. But he's the nicest guy you'll ever meet, really. So is Scott. Jason never did anything untoward against me and let me go about my business. I was curious, of course, and all I ever saw him do was masturbate. He never brought anyone home, so I didn't see any gay sex. But I spent a lot of time back at home by myself and I had a bit of a collection of videos. Mostly straight, but I bought a gay video once and I enjoyed it as much as I did the straight ones and I started buying more of them."

    "Did you ever try anything with Jason?" he asked. "I mean, like when you caught him. . . you know. . . masturbating."

    I chuckled again. "Well, for one thing, I didn't have to catch him. Jason's not shy. He doesn't wear clothes around here. He never did. And when he's horny, he does something about it, and he's horny most of the time. He did it wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Hell. Sometimes he'd be sitting right there where you're sitting and he'd stop in the middle of his dinner and whack off a good one, then carry on eating as if nothing was strange about it. I got used to it pretty quickly."

    "But he's pretty attractive. Didn't you ever want to do anything with him?"

    "I suppose I did," I said in retrospect, "but look at him. He's huge! The guy's built like an ox. To be honest, he scared the ever-loving shit out of me."

    "I shouldn't think he'd give anyone a choice," James said quietly. "I mean, he could do anything he wanted with someone and they wouldn't have much choice about it."

    I leaned forward, resting my arms against the table, and catching James' eyes. "Jason's not like that, James. He's big, but he's as gentle as a kitten. He's also the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, and he's also the best friend anyone could ever have. He takes good care of his friends."

    I leaned back into my chair again and continued. "Things changed when Scott came to live here. He was injured back then. Cracked ribs from a beating he'd taken from some guy who's in prison now for murder. Jason took such great care of Scott and I finally got to see the real side of him. I liked Scott, too. He was nice to me and didn't treat me as a hired hand. He treated me as a friend. I liked that. He's pretty cute, too. And those eyes. . ."

    "I know," James said suddenly, his own eyes widening and his brow creasing. "They go right through you, don't they? I've never seen eyes as blue as his before."

    "Neither have I. Anyway, when Scott was well enough to start having sex again, they started doing it all the time. Scott wasn't shy, either - at least not after the first time I saw them together. That's when things started happening to me. I didn't need the videos to masturbate to anymore. I'd just lie in bed at home and think about Scott and Jason. And then it started carrying over into my work. I'd see them together and I'd go into a trance and it was like I was at home by myself."

    "You jerked. . . I mean. . . you masturbated in front of them?"

    I nodded. "I wasn't even aware of it at first. I'd jerk off, then go on about my business without even knowing when I had done it. Eventually, they told me about what I was doing and invited me to join in any time I wanted to. It took awhile, though. I was scared to death. But they were both so nice and gentle and didn't force me into anything at all. I did what I wanted and that is all they expected me to do. But I discovered that I really enjoyed it. . . a lot, and I started doing more, and I discovered that I enjoy doing that as well."

    James looked down at his hands where they rested on the table top. His fingernails were twiddling with each other nervously.

    "You're safe here, James," I assured him. "No-one will ever make you do anything you don't want to do."

    He sat quietly for a long time, twiddling his fingernails. Inside the livingroom, the sounds of sex came to my ears once more. The stamina in those two men surprised me and I was beginning to wonder if they would ever run out of steam.

    "I like you, Shawn," James said finally, and he looked up into my eyes and quickly back to his hands again. "I like you, but I'm scared to death."

    I reached my hand across the table and cupped it over James' hands. "You're safe here, James," I repeated. "Nothing will happen to you that you don't want to happen. You have my word on that."

    His eyes found mine and held my gaze this time. "I believe you, Shawn. I trust you, but I don't think I'm ready to do anything yet."

    "That's okay," I assured him.

    "I want to stay here tonight, though," he continued. "I think I'd even like to sleep with you, but I don't want anything to happen."

    "That's okay, too, James, and I guarantee that nothing will."

    James' right hand slid out slowly from beneath mine and moved on top. He hand felt warm, but nervously damp. I could feel it shaking slightly. "Thanks," he said, and then he smiled and his pale, blue eyes twinkled.

    I cleaned up the table, setting the mugs in the sink and making certain the coffee maker was turned off, then James and I headed for my bedroom. James paused as we walked past the sofa, watching the spectacle which was going on there. Closest to us, Tom was sprawled out with his legs spread wide. Rob was between them, giving Tom a healthy blowjob as Tom looked away from us, watching Jason sitting on Scott's stomach. They were kissing and jerking themselves off.

    James watched for a few moments, then looked at me and heaved a nervous sigh. I reached for his hand, took it in mine, and led him to my bedroom, closing the door behind us and punching up the back lighting in the headboard of my bed. A soft, soothing glow filled the room.

    "If you'd like to take a shower," I said, pointing, "the bathroom is in there."

    "You have your own bathroom?"

    I nodded. "I have an extra bathrobe you can use until I wash your clothes for you in the morning."

    "I don't have clean underwear, though," he said. "I don't think I could sleep without them."

    "No problem," I said. I punched the electronic display once more and lights came on over my dresser. I opened the third drawer down. It was filled with underwear, many of them still in their original wrappings and boxes. "These are all brand new," I told him. "I've never worn them."

    "Geez," James said in an astounded whisper as he stared into the drawer. "Do you collect them or something?"

    "Or something," I replied with a smile. "Stamps and butterflies were never my thing."

    He looked at me and giggled before turning his attention back to the dresser.

    "Help yourself," I told him. "They should fit you."

    Tentatively, he reached into the drawer and began looking. "Is there anything here that's. . . you know. . . baggy and loose?" He glanced quickly at my waist and my shorts. "I mean, I don't think I could wear anything like those."

    "Here," I said as I stepped beside him. James stood up and to the side as I closed the drawer and opened the next one down. I grabbed up a pair of shorts. "I've worn these, but they're clean."

    "I don't mind," he said. He took them and held them up, testing the elastic waistband. They seemed to meet with his approval. "I think these will do."

    I started to close the drawer, but he stopped me. "Wait." He reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of mesh boxer shorts which I wore only during my most private moments. They were an iridescent silver colour, changing to patches of rainbow hues in the light, and they were totally revealing. They were as close to being naked that I could get.

    "You wear these?" he asked as he turned them over in his hand, seeing his fingers through the material.

    "Yes," I answered, "but not where anyone can see."

    He looked at me with shy, puppy-dog eyes. "Would you wear them for me?"

    I smiled. "Sure," I said. I took them from him, then said, "Come on. I'll get you a bathrobe." I closed the door and led the way to my closet. I grabbed one of the three robes there off its hanger and handed it to James. "Take your time," I told him. "I'll grab a quick shower when you're finished. Oh. There's extra toothbrushes in the cabinet."

    James smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. I wasn't surprised to hear the lock clicking. I went to my bed and sat down, thinking about James. Surprisingly, I didn't even try to imagine him naked. I simply went over in my mind our conversations from earlier that evening and how much I had enjoyed them. I liked being with him and I sat there hoping that there would be more times like this.

    A loud, anxious, and angry voice calling James' name interrupted my thoughts and I went to the door. Jason and Scott were standing near the sofa. Tom was fully dressed and Rob was crying and frantically pulling on his own clothes.

    "He's in the shower," I said.

    Tom looked furious when he said, "Tell him if he wants a ride home, he'd better get his ass out here, fast!"

    "Don't bother, Shawny," Jason told me. "If your friend wants a ride home later tonight, I'll take him."

    I nodded and stepped back into my room, closing the door tightly behind me. Whatever had happened out there, I was certain I would learn all about it in the morning. From the looks of it, though, I suspect Tom was getting his ass booted out of the house for some reason or other. Jason came to my door a few minutes later to tell me that he'd take James home later if he wanted to go. He assured me it was okay if James stayed the night.

    I closed the door and sat back down, waiting for James to finish his shower. He came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, wearing my robe and towelling his hair dry. He stopped suddenly and said, "Oh, my clothes."

    He started to turn back, but I stopped him. "I'll get them," I told him as I stood up from the bed, holding the shorts and my robe. I headed toward him. "That's my job around here."

    "You sure you don't mind?"

    "Not at all, James," I assured him. "I'll be back in a minute or two." I walked past him and into the bathroom, closing the door politely behind me. The room was warm and steamy. I flipped on the exhaust fan and looked at the floor. James clothes lay askew there. Everything had been taken off inside out. Puddles of water could be seen here and there where he had stood. The toothbrush he'd used lay on the vanity, as did the still-open tube of toothpaste.

    I smiled at his innocence and began the clean-up. James needed someone like me.

    I suppose I could tell you how excited I was and how much it turned me on to gather up his clothes, that I held them to my nose and breathed in his scent, but I didn't. Actually, it didn't even cross my mind. James trusted me, and that would have been a supreme betrayal of that trust. I simply picked them up, turned them right-side in, emptied the pockets, and placed the items on the vanity. I dropped his clothes into the laundry hamper and I quickly wiped up the puddles of water with the towel James had dropped to the floor as well, draping it over the hamper when I was finished.

    I grabbed another towel from the small linen closet and took a quick shower. I dried myself, pulled on the mesh shorts and my robe, brushed my teeth, and dropped my other shorts into the hamper before returning to the bedroom.

    James was sitting there on the side of the bed, his hands fumbling nervously with themselves where they lay in his lap. "I didn't know what side you sleep on, so I thought I would wait," he said quietly.

    "Either side," I said as I sat beside him. "Are you okay?"

    James nodded slightly and turned his head to look at me. "Yeah. Scared, though."

    "Don't be," I told him. "You're here to sleep, and so am I."

    His gaze locked itself on mine for a long time and we sat there in silence, listening to the sounds of our breathing. Then his gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same thing.

    "I think I want to kiss you, James," I said softly, giving him the opening I thought he was looking for.

    He looked back into my eyes. There was a lot of excitement in them - even eager anticipation - but I saw a lot of reservation and hesitancy in them as well. I waited until I saw him nod his head. I leaned forward slowly, tilting my head slightly, and our lips met.

    The kiss didn't last long, but it lasted long enough for me to know that I enjoyed it very much. His kiss was sweet and tasted slightly of mint and baking soda. I think James enjoyed it, too, but I was the one who ended it.

    As we sat away from each other, James sucked in a quick, deep breath. "Wow," he said. "That was weird." He was quick to add, "But a ‘good' weird." He drew in another deep breath, tilted his head, and leaned in to me for another kiss. I met him half way. He ended the kiss this time. "Definitely a ‘good' weird."

    I smiled at him. "I think so, too." I sat up straight. "Are you ready for bed now?" James nodded as I stood up. "I'll take this side if you don't mind."

    "Not at all," he said as he circled the bed to the right-hand side.

    By the time he got there and turned toward me again, I already had my bathrobe open and was pulling it from my shoulders. His eyes went immediately to my shorts. I knew everything was clearly visible through the mesh, but I was grateful that I had managed to avoid getting an erection.

    "I don't think I could ever wear anything like that," James said. His eyes suddenly flew up to mine. "They look great on you, though."

    "Thank you."

    I quickly pulled off my robe and tossed it onto the bottom of the bed before climbing under the sheets. I could feel the stirrings in my crotch and I didn't think it was a good thing to happen right before his eyes.

    James turned his back to me and slid out of his own robe, dropping it to the floor, then getting into bed. He lay on his side, facing away from me.

    A touch of my finger to the control panel on the headboard and the room was plunged into near darkness. Only the slightest light was visible, and that was for James' benefit in case he needed to find the bathroom during the night.

    "Goodnight, James," I said.

    "Nite, Shawn," he replied, and we both fell silent.

    I don't know if James fell asleep, but I know I didn't. I lay there, thinking about him. I wasn't particularly concerned nor upset by the circumstances. I knew that I could control myself despite the erection in my shorts which refused to go away. It was almost an hour later and I was just considering sneaking off to the bathroom to help myself get rid it when James rolled onto his back.

    "Shawn?" he said into the darkness. "Are you awake?"

    "Yes," I replied.

    "I was wondering. . ." he began. "I think. . . I think I'd like you to give me a blowjob."

    To Be Continued

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    Wow!!! Finally, a new and very hot chapter!!!! My prayers have finally benn answered!!! Way to go, Neil...another great installment in this continuing erotic saga...don't make us wait so long for the next one, OK?

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    Very well done!!! I'd 'almost' forgotten about this story... I'm so glad its back!
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    Awesome, Neil!

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    Sorry about the delay. I got stuck on how I wanted to do the 'Shawn and James' section. I tried 5 times and would delete it. Nothing worked and I couldn't get it going where I wanted it to go. This morning, I sat down with my cup of coffee, and wrote this paragraph:

    I was really attracted to James when I first set eyes on him, but, as we sat in the kitchen and talked, I really started to like him. There was an innocence in him, and curiosity and confusion. I recognized them all easily. I could also see his anxiety.

    Within two hours, it was finished.

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    oh Neil! WOW! What else can I say.

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    Thanks Neil. That was another great chapter and I wasn't expecting that to happen about Tom. I think its all for the best anyway.

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    Quote Originally Posted by shinxan View Post
    JASON AND SCOTT ARE TEENS WHO ARE JUST PLAYING. They´re not in love! I can´t consider them partner.. IF THERE IS LOVE SURELY THERE IS JEALOUS...
    I don't agree. Jason is surely not a teenager anymore, and Scott is in second year of college, which makes him about 19 years old. They are young men, and they are, indeed, in love. If I had left it at that, as I had originally intended, the story would have ended many, many chapters ago, when Jason got out of prison. Jason and Scott would have lived happily ever after, and Shawn would have been a shy, lonely young man, and that would have been the end of it.

    Very few authors have the luxury of allowing the readers to dictate the direction of a story. They sit at their desks and they create a story and they write it. The readers read it. Any comments they make after that are superfluous. They don't affect the stories one way or the other, and the authors certainly don't go back and rewrite their stories to suit their fans.

    In my stories, I get feedback on each and every chapter, and I adjust the stories to suit the readers. In Watching Brad, the readers were uncomfortable with Cali and Mags. I dumped them, and they will not return. In this story, the readers liked the idea of a few orgies. I gave them one and it worked. They wanted more and I gave them more.

    The fact that you are objecting to the way the story is going, and offering explanations as to why it means that Scott and Jason don't really love each other shows me that I have created a story and characters which are very real in the readers' minds, and that means that I have succeeded as a writer.

    Couples who are in love can and do have threesomes and even foursomes without any impact on their relationship. I know this from personal experience. It can happen, and it does happen.

    In the end, though, when all is said and done, they are, after all, just stories meant only to entertain the readers.

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    I need a Shawn, badly!

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    Yes Jestertop, unfortunately you are right.
    But... this is a great story & it can go in any direction at the whim of the author,
    who is a wonderful storyteller !!
    Thanks once again Neil for this great piece of writing !
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    Hi Neil. It's been a while since I visited this story. This was a great chapter with Shawn and James exploring their feelings for each other. I sure as hell didn't see that coming about Tom, though. I hope you can introduce someone that will be right for Rob. As much as I like the sex scenes, I really like the character developments in which you show their emotions and the progression of the different relationships. Hope the next chapter isn't too far away!

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    Pleeease, More of Jason

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    i juz started reading this story...im new...and when u said, "His eyes shot laser beams from under his heavy, dark eyebrows" (not sure how to quote yet) is it real? or just an expression? cuz in Superman Returns the movie...Jason is the name of superman's son... if i remember correctly...

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    It's just an expression, hunkflik. This Jason has nothing to do with Superman or his son. Not only have I not seen the movie, I believe this story was begun before the movie was released.

    It's an expression similar to 'shooting daggers' or 'shooting firebolts' out of his eyes. In other words, he was pissed.

    By the way, the next chapter will be coming soon.

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    ok, thx...cuz u said he shot laser beam out of his eyes... usually when its an expression, they say ," his eyes seemed to shoot out laser beams." or sth liddat.

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    I just spent the last few days here at work on my lunch break and reading this story during it, and all I have to say is WOW! Dude, you can write! This is some awesome stuff! I read the lastest chapter today, got to page 11, and my jaw dropped! I wanted more to read! I hope it is coming REAL soon! Again, awesome job! And I am apparently going to have to read Watching Brad now too due to the other comments I have read on here about it!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Boberle1150 View Post
    I wanted more to read! I hope it is coming REAL soon!
    I am almost finished the next chapter now. I should be posting it this weekend.

    (Sorry it's taking so long, guys. I have to keep taking breaks. . . if you know what I mean. Wink wink. Nudge nudge. Say no more. Say no more. )

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    Quote Originally Posted by gsdx View Post
    (I have to keep taking breaks. . . if you know what I mean. Wink wink. Nudge nudge. Say no more. Say no more. )
    Same as the rest of your readers, then. Back when I wrote fanfiction, I had one scene which I'd decided would be the ultimate porn. Didn't even include the main characters...

    Anyways, I continually had to stop and take a quick break, and that chapter ended up taking AGES to write! I can't write with a hardon.
    I took this!

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    Hi Jacobim, I don't think Neil can keep his fingers on the keys !!!! Of course a hardon is no good for typing .... you'd hit two keys at once .... or more LOL!!!
    Neil, contain yourself dear guy, we'd love to read the next chapter .... careful now! we don't want our fingers sticking to the keyboard ... or do we ??
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    TAKING CARE OF JASON
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    "Jason," I said, "what do you think of Shawn's new friend?"

    "Huh," Jason replied. I could almost see the smile on his face in the dark bedroom. "I'd do him in a heartbeat. Funny ears and all."

    "So would I, but that's not what I mean. What do you think about Shawn being so taken with him?"

    I lay there in the dark, my cheek resting on Jason's chest, my lips being tickled by his right nipple. His other nipple was being tickled by my fingers. Jason's strong, muscular arm held my body close to his side, my cock pressed into his hip and my right leg tossed over his. I could feel his balls nudging my thigh.

    "I don't know him well enough yet, Scotty, but Shawnie certainly likes him. Did you see the way he spaced out when he walked in? I'm surprised Shawnie didn't rip they guy's clothes off right there in the livingroom. I bet he's got a mouthful of cock right about now."

    I tilted my head up, looking at my gorgeous lover's face even though I couldn't see it very well in the glow of the bedside clock. "Is sex all you ever think about?"

    "Pretty much, yeah." His other arm came around me as well, pulling me on top of him until we were lying together, chest to chest and crotch to crotch. "Especially with you, Babe." His lips found mine and he kissed me long and lovingly as his right hand slid down my back and onto my left butt cheek.

    His kiss left me panting for breath and I reluctantly had to rip my lips away from his, especially when his index finger slid between the cheeks of my ass and pressed against my butthole.

    "Our sex life isn't in question, Jason," I reminded him. "I'm worried about Shawn. I mean, he's moving pretty fast, isn't he?"

    "We moved pretty fast, too, Scotty. Remember?" The breath from his words blew warmly across my face. "How soon after we met did I have my cock down your throat?"

    "That was different."

    Jason's hand left my ass and moved to my head, his fingers tenderly stroking my hair. "No, it's not, Scott. I was in love with you even then. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at that gang-bang party. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Why couldn't it happen with Shawnie?"

    "I worry about him, that's all."

    "Don't you worry about him," Jason said firmly. "I'll take good care of him. No-one will hurt him. You have my guarantee on that."

    * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

    "Did you hear me?" James' voice came to me from the dark.

    "I heard you, James," I replied. "I was trying to figure out if you asked because you really want me to give you a blowjob or if you're just horny."

    "Both," James replied nervously. "I'm horny because I keep thinking about you giving me one."

    I reached behind my head, my fingers finding the small panel of buttons there. I counted over from the left and pressed the third button. A soft, gentle light flowed around the bed, much like the golden light from a half-moon. I rolled onto my left elbow, looking down at James. He was looking up at me, his pale, blue eyes squinting slightly from the sudden soft glow of the lamps. There was a lot of fear in those eyes, though - fear of me, or perhaps fear of his own future? I didn't know.

    "If you had to pick just one, James, which would it be? Because you're horny or because you want me to give you a blowjob?"

    James lay there in silence for an unbearably long minute, blinking as he stared into my eyes and swallowing away his fears and gathering his courage inside him. With one final swallow, his left hand moved quickly behind my head and pulled my face toward his. Our lips met, hesitantly at first, and then with increased intensity as James began to kiss me with a passion which took me completely by surprise.

    He gave me his final answer when his tongue began to explore mine. My saliva mixed with his and, for the very first time, I tasted him. His moans blended with mine and the sounds of air being sucked into our nostrils could be heard over the rustling of the sheets as we ground our lips together with much more passion than I had anticipated.

    My hand moved to his chest, coming to rest over his heart. I could feel it pounding inside. My hand rose and fell with every impassioned and anxious breath he took. I traced my fingertips to the right and found his nipple, smooth and hairless, on his bare chest. I took it between my thumb and finger, pinching it gently as James heaved his body up into my hand and a loud groan of pleasure blew into my mouth. He attacked my mouth with even greater intensity as he pulled my face closer and harder to his own.

    I rubbed the tiny nub between my fingers until James' body began to twitch and jerk, and then I left it, letting my fingers trail downward, over his smooth chest and stomach until they met the light, fuzzy hairs around his navel and spreading out to disappear beneath the waistband of the boxer shorts he wore. My fingers followed that trail, sliding beneath the elastic and meeting the solid, throbbing flesh of his erection. I lifted my hand, letting my palm close over the shaft there.

    James' moan came out in a single, long ‘mmm. . .' as I squeezed his cock. It bounced and swelled and jerked beneath my hand as I began a slow, gentle stroking up and down. I had stroked only two or three times when James' free hand shot down to his waist and dropped over my hand, holding it firmly in place and freezing any stroking I was doing. It took me only a moment to realize that he was trying desperately to keep from cumming too quickly.

    I held him without moving my hand as we continued kissing and his hand moved away from mine and came to rest on his thigh. That's when I twisted my mouth away from his and began to shower his face with kisses, allowing my tongue and lips to do what my fingers had wanted to do.

    I kissed my way over his cheek until I met his delicious little ear, tracing the outline with my tongue before my lips found his earlobe and began sucking and squeezing it. I drew the lobe as far into my mouth as I could, letting my tongue tease it and fondle it. A prelude to what was to come soon a little further south.

    My lips finally left his ear, moving to his neck and kissing their way down to his shoulder and chest. His skin tasted pleasantly fresh and clean, yet slightly salty and very, very masculine. They climbed the gentle mound of his right pec until they found the tiny flag at its peak - the flag that was his nipple, standing proudly and firmly erect. I suckled at him like a baby would and James' hands moved to the back of my head, his fingers entwining in my hair and urging my mouth to stay there.

    I was only too happy to oblige.

    My tongue teased the tiny nub of dark flesh, swirling itself in circles around it and fluttering quickly over it with the speed of a hummingbird's wing. I could feel James raising his knees, planting his feet flat against the mattress and heaving his body upward into my. My hand rose with him as his crotch pushed upward, his ass rising as high off the bed as he could manage. My hand slid downward until my little finger encountered the soft, wrinkled sack which contained his balls and I splayed my fingers over and around them, cradling them as I would a pair of fragile robin's eggs. They were warm and soft against my fingers and pulled up tightly against his groin. I juggled them gently with my fingertips from underneath as my thumb gently caressed them from above.

    Ever so slowly, James' body began to lower itself back to the mattress and my mouth left his nipple when it did, moving over to his left pectoral to bring it to life as well. Soon, though, my lips and tongue were following the trail my fingers had blazed a minute or two earlier, pausing momentarily to dig into the tiny cavern of his bellybutton, before passing over the fuzzy down of his belly hair, pushing the sheet lower as well, until it met with the cotton material of the shorts. James' hands left my head then, falling limply to his sides.

    I rolled to my knees, pulling my hand free from its cage inside the shorts and letting my hands fall to his hips. There before me, encased in its cotton tomb, was his cock, solid and twitching with excitement, trying to break free. I looked up into James' handsome face. He was looking down his body at me, his eyes full of anticipation and anxiety.

    "Please, Shawn," he whispered quietly, his voice barely as loud as breeze blowing through the leaves of a tree.

    I looked down at his waist again, at the quarry awaiting me, and my fingers moved first to the waistband, then beneath it. I lifted it carefully and James' cock sprang upward, pointing at his navel. I watched as the head expanded and contracted in rapid succession until it slowly calmed itself and fell dormant against his skin. Only then did my fingers begin the task of sliding the shorts downward. They slipped easily to the sides, over his hips and beneath him, the backs of them passing over the warm, solid cheeks of his ass until they could go no further. With a gentle nudge of my hands, James lifted his hips from the bed and I pushed the cotton over the twin mounds of flesh and off them before returning to his hips in order to continue the process. My hands moved downward toward his feet, pushing both the shorts and sheets over his thighs and knees, then his shins and, finally, his feet.

    James lay there, totally naked and ready for me, stunningly handsome and sexy in the soft light from the bed head. James wasn't what I would call ‘thin'. Rather, I'd say that he was ‘slim', and he wasn't particularly muscular. That didn't bother me, though. In fact, I found it appealing. An innocence. A naïveté. His cock wasn't quite as long as mine, but equally as thick, the shaft tapering abruptly to the flared, cut head. His balls were well-proportioned to his cock, dancing in their sack with each twitch of his meat.

    I lifted my right leg, nudging it between his legs and pushing them open, then maneuvered my other leg between them as well. As I crawled closer to his crotch, his legs spread wider until the dark valley of his ass appeared. When I was in place, I sat back on my heels and reached out to wrap my hand once more around his cock as my other hand gently palmed his balls.

    I looked down at James, kneeling there between his legs as I was and holding his most private parts - those parts of him that very few people ever get to see let alone to touch. I was struck by a sudden thought. I had sucked off both Jason and Scott, and I was about to do the same for James, but this was different. Whereas I had given Jason and Scott blowjobs, I realized that I wanted to make love to James. I didn't want it to be ‘just a blowjob'. I wanted to make it special for him, and when I looked into his face, into his eyes, I could see that it was different for him as well.

    When I had first turned on the light, I had seen a need, a desire in his eyes that told me his only wish at that time had been to have an orgasm. I believe now that James realized, too, that this was going to be more than just a blowjob - that it was going to be something special as well.

    I lifted his cock away from his body, bringing it to an upright position, standing perpendicularly to his body and towering over the soft ovals at its base. With my gaze locked on the pillar of flesh, on the tense, plum-coloured head, I leaned forward, parting my lips as I drew nearer and nearer. In the silence of the room, I heard James' sharp intake of breath, but there was no exhalation. He was holding it in anticipation.

    Soon, I was close enough that I could smell the heat wafting up from his body and it flowed right through me and took up residence in my groin, pumping my cock even more full than it had been a few moments before. Fortunately, the mesh shorts I had on stretched easily around me and there was no discomfort.

    My tongue poked out from between my lips as my mouth closed in on its prey, and then I was tasting him. I find it very difficult to describe that moment. In that single instant, I felt as though my life changed forever. The first time I sucked Scott's cock, I was hooked. I fell in love with the taste of it, the feel of it inside me, and I fell in love with the pleasure I was giving to him. I fell in love with his precum, and then I fell in love with his semen. I fell in love with his orgasm and the power of it. And when I sucked Jason's cock, I fell in love with it all over again.

    James felt different. He tasted different. He smelt different. And, in that instant, I fell in love with all of them.

    My lips parted, sliding down over the head of his cock, passing over the ridge and slipping into the valley behind where the shaft joined it. Down I continued, his cock slipping into my mouth until it met the entrance to my throat. I relaxed my muscles and the cockhead slipped inside, and then the shaft pushed itself inside as well. Down I went, farther and farther, until the soft hairs on his balls tickled my chin and my lips could proceed no further. James was securely lodged deeply inside of me and his quiet, euphoric sigh was finally released.

    Scott had seemed surprised that I had been able to take his entire cock into my throat the very first time. I suppose it surprised me as well, but I accepted it as a natural ability and let it happen. Now, I let it happen for James. I knew how to make a man cum. Now, I had to learn how to keep him from cumming too quickly. I knew James was ready to blow even before I began, and, frankly, I'm surprised he didn't. I didn't want this blowjob to be over even before it started.

    I held him there, breathing slowly and swallowing often, allowing my throat to tease him until he was used to the feel of it. When I felt he was ready, I lifted my head away, dragging my lips up the shaft until only the head remained locked inside. My tongue flicked lightly over the head, passing over the tiny slit at the tip and catching a drop of his precum there. It was as sweet as I knew it would be. I savoured the flavour, coaxed out another drop, and then I went down on him again.

    Things moves slowly and cautiously and I was aware of every change in James' body. If I felt his excitement building too quickly, I slowed down, coming to a complete stop on occasion. Ultimately, I pulled myself away entirely and released his cock from my mouth. I released his cock from my hand as well, and his balls, too, moving my hands to his hips and resting my forearms on his thighs. I bent lower still, extending my tongue until it touched the soft, sensitive skin of his scrotum.

    I teased those eggs with the gentleness of a snowflake falling to the skin, savouring their taste and texture as I would a serving of the finest French vanilla ice cream. James' balls were far from cold, though. My tongue burned as if touching the flame of a candle. And then I extended my tongue as far as it would go, stretching it beneath his balls, laying my tongue flat against them and licking upward until I had traversed his cock and was once again licking at his cockhead. A soft whimper of submission escaped James' lips and his hips lifted from the bed once more, pushing his cock against me.

    "Please, Shawn," he whispered again and I lifted his cock upright with a single finger. My mouth sank over his cock once more, settling upon it and lodging it once more in my throat. James' fingers gently grasped the sides of my head and he said simply, "Please."

    I ended my torture of him and settled quickly into a serious blowjob which would soon bring him to his release and his relief. As my head bobbed up and down on James' cock, I turned my eyes upward, looking along his body. His head was tilted back and his chest was moving up and down as he breathed. I could hear the breath being sucked through clenched teeth.

    My attention turned once more to my delightful chore. Within minutes, James' cock began to spasm. The moment had arrived. Soft grunts from James' throat accompanied each burst of semen from his shaft. The flavour and aroma of it filled me and I captured every drop, holding it on my tongue until I had to swallow in order to gather then next salvo. His fingers dug into my head, entangling themselves in my hair.

    His orgasm was powerful and long, unloading pent-up emotions through his most prized possession. His groans turned into a soft whimper as his orgasm finally diminished. Slowly his cock began to soften once more and I let it slip from between my lips.

    With great care, I crawled out from between his legs and lay down on my back once again beside him, twisting myself to one side and propping my elbow on the mattress and my head in my upturned palm, looking down at my new friend. My right hand moved to his chest, resting there lightly and feeling the excitement drain from him. As the seconds ticked by, I could feel his heart rate slowing and his breathing becoming more normal. After a time, his eyes opened and James turned his head toward me, rewarding me with a very satisfied smile.

    "Thank you," he said.

    My hand moved to his cheek. My touch was gentle and tender. "You're very welcome," I said as I smiled at him.

    He stared into my eyes for a long time, the soft glow of the bed lamps sparkling in his pale blue eyes, and then his eyes turned downward, coming to rest on my still-extended crotch. I held my breath as he rolled onto his side, facing me, and his left arm reached out to place his hand squarely over my cock. His touch was like a firebrand on me, searing into me with the heat of a lava flow. Try as I might, I couldn't keep the sigh of pleasure inside me.

    James looked into my face once more as I took my hand away from his cheek. "I think I want to try this, Shawn."

    "It's not necessary, James," I replied. "Not if you think you owe it to me."

    His hand moved off my crotch and settled on my stomach. "I owe you, but that's not why I want to try it. I've thought about it for a long time now. I've always been curious, but I've never met anyone I wanted to try it with until you."

    "That's sweet of you, James, but I think I'd rather have you as a friend than for you to hate me because you don't like it."

    "I wouldn't hate you for that," he replied quietly. "I won't be anywhere near as good as you are, but I really want to try this." His eyes returned to my mesh shorts as he rolled himself over and onto his knees, kneeling over me. "I'm a bit nervous," he added with a shy quiver in his voice.

    I said nothing. I, too, was nervous.

    James' hands shook as he hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of my shorts, twisting his upper body around to do so. He quickly realized that he was in entirely the wrong position and shifted himself around until he was kneeling beside my left leg. He didn't take my shorts off. He simply lifted them over my erection and tugged the waistband partway down the shaft. His fingers wrapped themselves tentatively around my penis and he gave it a few slow, cautious strokes. He swallowed hard, then looked at me.

    "I don't think I can do this yet, Shawn," he said almost sadly, as if he were suffering a great disappointment.

    "That's okay, James," I told him. "I can take care of myself if I have to."

    "I can jerk you off," he said. "I'm just not ready to blow you yet. I thought I was, but I'm not. I want to, but not right now."

    As his hand took up a more mission-minded stroking, I reached out my own hand, placed it over his, and lifted it away from me. My body whimpered in disappointment when the flesh of his hand left me. "You don't have to do this, James. I'll be fine."

    He yanked his hand free from mine and put it back onto my cock, grabbing it tightly and stroking once more. My body sighed. "I can do this at least. I'm not going to leave you high and dry after you've been so nice to me." He turned his full attention to his hand and my cock.

    It felt absolutely wonderful and I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from having an orgasm right then and there. I clenched my eyes tightly and curled my hands into fists, digging my fingernails into the palms and concentrating on the pain I felt. It distracted me enough to allow me to regain my composure and to lay back and enjoy the experience.

    "Tell me how you'd like me to do this," James said.

    "What you're doing right now feels wonderful," I told him matter-of-factly as I opened my eyes and looked at him.

    His eyes never left my groin. He knelt there beside me, looking decidedly handsome and sexy in the glow of the room. I hated Tom for having made fun of James' ears. They were beautiful ears and they suited him. They framed his gorgeous face and added greatly to his appeal.

    I watched him intently as he stroked me. There was genuine care in his face, as if he were doing this because he really wanted to and not merely because he felt he must. His breathing was quick and shallow, his chest rising and falling with each breath, and his biceps worked to move his hand over my shaft. His left hand came to rest on my thigh close enough to my groin that I could feel the breath of his thumb on my left testicle, even through the mesh material of my shorts.

    He swallowed deeply several times and constantly ran his tongue over his parted lips to moisten them as he continued to stroke me in the most delicious way. Nothing I had ever done to myself in my entire life felt as good as the way James was making me feel.

    There was no hint in his face - no clue, no indication - to warn me what James was about to do. Following one more deep swallow, James opened his mouth, doubled himself over, and suddenly the head of my cock was inside his mouth. He locked his lips around me, holding only my cockhead inside him. That was quite enough. His mouth and cheeks worked as if he were trying to suck an extremely thick milk shake through a straw.

    My cock was on fire, my seed boiling inside my balls. Every good feeling I'd ever had in my life gathered in my groin at that moment as I looked down my body to see my cock inside that beautiful, handsome face.

    "Oh, shit!" I shouted as my eyes clenched themselves shut and my hands grabbed desperately at James' head. I pulled him away from me the instant before the first blast of my semen shot out of me, flying the full length of my body, over my head, and splashing into the headboard behind me.

    "Holy, fuck," James exclaimed as he watched me cumming.

    Over and over again, streams of scorching semen pumped out of me, splattering against my face, my neck, and my chest. James had stopped stroking and simply held onto me, but that certainly didn't decrease my enjoyment or my pleasure.

    James muttered a number of other exclamations of surprise and awe, and he continued muttering them until the final dregs of my orgasm seeped out of my cock and onto my belly, dripping down my shaft and finding a new home in my pubic hair. He began me stroking again, gently now, and very slowly, as I lay back in the bed, gripping the sheets in my fingers and trying to catch my breath. I hadn't noticed that my toes had curled up until I felt them beginning to relax once more.

    The most incredible orgasm of my life was over.

    James and I took a quick shower together. We didn't put our underwear back on. We slept naked, and our heads shared the same pillow. James slept with his back against my chest, my arm over him, my hand placed on his heart. His own hands held my hand there all night long.

    * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

    I woke up, still lying on top of Jason, his big, strong arms holding me securely in place. My cock was rock solid, trapped between our bellies. Jason's cock, equally solid and ready, was trying to hide in the valley between my ass cheeks. I could feel his warm precum dripping onto me and rolling down, over my asshole, and onto my balls.

    I lifted my head from Jason's shoulder and looked down into his dark, stunningly beautiful face for a long time before I lowered my lips to his and kissed him awake.

    "Good morning, Stud," I smiled down at him.

    "Good morning, Blue Eyes," he replied with his own smile.

    I started to lift myself away from him, but Jason hugged me harder to him and held me there. "Don't you fuckin' move," he said firmly. "I want to hold onto the most beautiful boy in the world for awhile. My boy. I want to feel that luscious body against me." He swished his hips from side to side, smiling slyly as my cock slid between us. "And later I want to feel that beautiful cock inside me."

    "Which hole?" I asked with a smirk.

    "Either one," he replied with a quick wink. "Both. Take your pick, Baby. I'm all yours."

    He held onto me and he kissed me. I was all his, too. Sex with Jason was incredible and indescribable, even when we weren't having it. I mean, like that morning. I was just lying there on top of him. I could see him, hear him, feel him, taste him, and smell him. His entire body was sex. I didn't need his cock down my throat or up my ass to have sex with him. I didn't kneed him blasting his jizz into me. I didn't need him sucking my cock or fucking my ass. I didn't need anything accept him to have the best sex of my life. Just lying beside him with my cheek resting on his hairy chest could make me pop a load or two. Hell, even seeing his dirty underwear lying on the bathroom floor could give me a hardon.

    I belonged to Jason, and he belonged to me. No matter who came into our lives, no matter how many other guys we fucked and sucked, it always came back to me and Jason making the best love imaginable. There was no jealousy between us. Envy, maybe, when we saw someone else doing what we wanted to do. But I have to tell you. Watching Jason swing on some guy's dick, or shoving his cock up some guy's asshole, really horned me up - big time! I knew it was my cock Jason really wanted to suck. It was my asshole he really wanted to plow. The other guys were practice. Appetizers for the main course. And when Jason and I finally got together, it was magic.

    So, there we were, lying together and having non-sexual sex, when we were shifted about by someone kneeling on the bed. Jason groaned into my mouth as I felt a stubbled cheek sliding along my ass.

    Shawn! He must have come in to ask us about breakfast, saw Jason's cock standing up against my ass, and suddenly realized how hungry he was. I tell you, the man was obsessed with cock now. He'd had a taste and loved it. I couldn't blame him, though. I loved it, too - especially Jason's delicious hunk of meat.

    It wasn't long before Jason's hands slid down my back and onto my ass cheeks, grabbing them in his fingers and pulling me forward. I came up to my knees and crawled toward Jason's face, my hard cock, dripping lube, leading the way. Jason lifted his head, opened his mouth, and my cock slid right inside.

    If there's anything I like better than sucking Jason's cock, it's him sucking mine. I love to look down at his dark, handsome face and seeing my cock sliding in and out of those gorgeous lips of his. Jason certainly didn't look like a cocksucker, but he was quickly becoming one of the best there is. He could make my cock dance.

    I leaned forward, resting my arms atop the massive headboard, and let Jason suck away. His hands moved to my hips, pushing them away and then pulling them back again. I guessed his intent and shifted myself around until I was in a better position, and then I began fucking his mouth. Jason moaned a most satisfied moan, but I don't know if it was because of what I was doing or because of what Shawn was doing to him.

    Jason sucked hard and groaned even harder. His body heaved upward beneath me as he coaxed more of himself into Shawn. I knew I couldn't last long, and I didn't. Within minutes, I was on the edge and Jason knew it. He pushed my hips away, making loud slurping sounds as my cock escaped his lips, and I sat back on his chest. He grabbed my cock in his hand and started stroking it fast and furiously as he looked up into my face and smiled.

    My first blast of cream hit his left cheek and splattered over his face. He clenched his eyes shut, opened his mouth, and let it happen. My cum shot everywhere, coating Jason's face and hair and lips and tongue. He gobbled it up and opened his mouth for more, and then he pulled me forward again, sucking my cock back into his mouth so I could finish unloading there. His other hand dug into my ass, holding me firmly in place.

    I could tell by his moans and the sounds behind me and the quivering of his body that Jason was dumping his own load down Shawn's throat. There was another sound behind me, but it seemed far away and I didn't pay much attention to it. I was too busy looking down at my lover, watching as my jism dripped down his face and onto the pillow.

    My orgasm slowly subsided and I began to return to reality. Jason's did, too. The sounds of our lovemaking faded away and I became aware of that sound again. The unmistakable sound of masturbation. I thought it was Shawn, but then I heard a voice saying, "Oh, shit, Shawn! Hurry!"

    I quickly rolled off Jason, sitting on the pillow beside him, as Shawn began to move. The new guy was standing there, his pants open and his hardon standing straight out from his body. He was gripping it in his fist, the head throbbing and ready to burst. In the blink of an eye, Shawn was on his knees on the floor and his mouth was closing over the jerking tool. The new guy let go of his cock and his load at the same time. His head flew back and his mouth opened wide as he moaned his pleasure. I could both see and hear Shawn swallowing courageously as he stroked his own cock. Moments later, his own jizz shot out, puddling on the carpet between the new guy's feet.

    The new guy began to sag, dropping first to his knees, then onto his ass, and finally onto his back. Somehow, Shawn managed to hold on to the cumming cock. He was not about to lose his prize.

    Together, right there on our bedroom floor, Shawn and the new guy finished their orgasms. Four men. Four orgasms. Three blowjobs and one jerk-off.

    And we hadn't even had breakfast yet.

    To Be Continued

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    Re: Taking Care of Jason

    Hi Neil, great chapter. Definitely worth waiting for !!!
    Thank you. What ever will happen after breakfast ???
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