TAKING CARE OF JASON
James asked me a question which I didn't quite hear.
I had finished serving the snacks to Jason and Scott and their new friends and had returned to the livingroom to finish cleaning the remainders of the afternoon's festivities. Now, before you get angry at Jason for making me clean up his messes, please, do not. Jason was always careful to keep his ejaculations under control so as not to cause undue clean-up, but he had lost control of this ejaculation and I took it upon myself to tend to it. When Jason caught me doing so - and I believe this is the correct expression - he went ballistic. He was furious. In fact, that is the only time Jason has ever come close to causing me harm. He grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet and screamed at me that he hadn't hired me to ‘clean up his crap'. Perhaps he was embarrassed by it. He never said. He simply grabbed the cleaning cloth from my hand and got down on his hands and knees to carry on with my work.
I joined Jason on the floor and put my hand over his, stopping it and using my other hand to tug the cloth from his grasp. He was reluctant to release it, but relented in the end when I told him, "I was hired to keep your home clean and tidy, Sir. It is your job to make the messes, whatever they are. It is my job to clean them up." I recall nodding toward the splatters of semen on the carpet. "There is little difference between cleaning this and cleaning your toilet. You cannot prevent either from becoming soiled. Besides, Sir, after tending my mother all those years, this is nothing in comparison. I don't mind doing this, Sir." And I truly didn't mind. Jason had rescued me from a life of solitude, loneliness, and fright. With no job skills and limited education, Jason had taken me in and made me feel as though he needed me. Short of breaking the law, there is nothing I wouldn't have done for him, and now that I have been introduced to gay sex, there is nothing that I won't do for him.
That was the day Jason became more relaxed about his releases. Less concerned, if you will. He didn't intentionally make the messes, but didn't worry anymore if he did or where it went. He knew that I would take good care of him and clean up after him. I hoped that he would always need me to take care of him.
That was also the day that Jason first called me ‘Shawnie'. Some may think that to be degrading, perhaps even insulting, but, to me, I saw it as a term of endearment. Only the people he truly cares about receive the honour of a nickname, and those who receive a nickname also receive Jason's devotion, and that day I felt that Jason finally and truly cared about me. I was not simply his housekeeper. I was also his friend.
At the time of James' question, I was wiping semen from the Scotchguarded sofa. Bless Jason for purchasing stain protection.
I turned my head, looking over my shoulder, to see James sitting there on the carpet near the coffee table dressed only in a pair of briefs, his legs crossed in tailor-fashion. I am not certain why James had opted to wear another pair of my briefs instead of slacks and a shirt, but I certainly did not object when he asked if he could do so. When he had opened the dresser drawer and began searching through the stock, I quickly reminded him that he was looking in the drawer containing the briefs I had already worn. They were clean, of course, but some people have a phobia concerning the wearing of another person's personal items of clothing.
"You don't mind if I wear them, too, do you?" James had asked.
I felt honoured that he would want to do so and replied with a simple "No, I don't mind."
James had selected a soft teal brief with irregular white swirls. I loved those briefs and always enjoyed the look and feel of them when I wore them. They looked decidedly better on James.
"Do you think anyone will mind if I don't put my pants back on?" he had inquired. "I feel a little overdressed out there."
"Dress for comfort, James," I responded. "No-one will object."
So, there we were, in the livingroom together, both of us wearing only my underwear. James appeared to be quite comfortable in his new-found freedom.
"I'm sorry, James, what did you ask?"
"I said, is Jason really as nice as he seems to be?"
"Jason is far nicer than he appears," I told him.
"But he's so big," James replies, leaning forward to whisper to me in case he be heard by those in the kitchen. "He's so dark and. . . hairy. And big. He kind of scares me. I mean he's. . ." James fumbled for the words he wished to speak. He found only those he'd used a moment earlier. "He scares me."
I crawled over to James on my knees, sitting before him tailor-fashion as he was doing, and lifted the rag from his hand and setting it on the carpet beside me. I took his hands in mine and our eyes met. "Believe me, James," I told him sincerely, "unless you do wrong by Jason, you never have to fear him. He will protect you from anyone who tries to harm you, but he will never, ever harm you if you give him no cause."
"But he's so big, Shawn. And he treats Scott so rough." A look of terror flashed through James' lovely blue eyes.
"That is only for show, James. When he and Scott are alone, even if I am there with them, Jason can be as tender as a kitten if the mood suits him. He can make the most beautiful love you can imagine."
It was clear by his expression that James was having difficulty believing that. I hastened to assure him that I spoke the truth. "When I first discovered the joys of giving oral sex with Scott, Jason frightened me, too. I was frightened partly of his size, but I was more frightened that he would be sorely disappointed in my attempts to please him."
"With a blowjob," James finished for me.
I nodded my head. "Yes. I don't fear Jason anymore. You see, the thing about Jason is that he makes everything you do for him seem like it is the best thing that has ever happened to him. I'm certain the. . . ‘blowjob' I gave him that first time was the worst he'd ever received, but he made me feel as though it were the best. I certainly knew that I was not at par with Scott's abilities, but Jason had taken care of me when there was no-one else. He gave me a new home here so I wouldn't be alone anymore after my mother passed away. Everything that I am today, everything that I have, I owe to Jason. As long as he wants me here, ‘here' is where I am going to stay. You must understand that, James. As long as Jason needs me, whatever happens between you and me, I will not abandon him. That is why I convinced myself to get over my fears and to thank Jason the best way I could."
James looked thoughtful for a long moment's pause, considering my words. "He still scares me."
"You're here until Wednesday, James. He won't scare you anymore by the time you go to work Wednesday evening."
I released James hands, about to return to my chores, when his fingers tightened around mine and pulled me back. "Shawn?" he said. "Would you think I was a perv if I told you I liked watching what you did with Scott?"
I smiled at James. He could make me smile so easily. He used such delightful words at times. "Not at all," I told him. "Do you think I'm a ‘perv' for doing it?"
"Hell, no," he was swift to respond. "That's why I had to jerk off. It was pretty hot, actually."
"Thank you." Once more, I tried to return to my chores but James stopped me.
"Shawn? Would you do it again for me?"
"Would you give Scott another blowjob sometime so I can watch? And Jason, too?"
Again I smiled. "You need not ask, James. Until you ask me to stop, you will have plenty of opportunities to watch, I'm sure."
"As long as you want to do it, I'll never ask you to stop."
By the way James held my hands, I felt that he had more questions, so I waited.
"Shawn?" His voice was different this time. Softer, with a hint of concern or, perhaps, curiosity. "Do you really like me?"
"More than I dare say, James."
He bowed his head slightly as he blushed, his eyes avoiding mine now. "I really like you, too," he whispered softly. "But what happens if we. . . um. . . like, fall in love or something. You said you wouldn't abandon Jason. What would happen to us? I mean, like, if I wanted us to. . . um. . . I don't know. . . maybe move in together or something, what would happen?"
"Are you asking me, James?"
"No!" he said quickly as his head jerked back up. "I mean, no, not yet. I'm just saying. I mean, like, we hardly know each other, right? Moving in together would be a stupid thing to do. I'm just asking if. . . if we decide to do it one day, what would we do?"
I squeezed James' hands. "You're already a part of this family, James. If we decided to live together, I suspect we could live right here. We'll talk to Jason about it later, alright?"
James pressed his lips tightly together, his brow furrowing, and he nodded. There was a long silence as I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. I broke the silence by asking, "Is there anything else?"
James' head nodded a barely perceptible nod. A few moments later he whispered, "Shawn? Can I kiss you?"
"I wish you would," I whispered back.
* * * * *
I rushed to finish the cleaning in the livingroom so that I could rejoin James in my bedroom. I had sent him there following our kiss, which was absolutely delightful, I might add. He had wanted to stay and help me, but I insisted that he leave. It was not his duty to do my job for me. By the voices coming from the kitchen, it appeared that the others might be needing the space before long, so I quickly gathered up the supplies and stowed them in their proper places before taking a quick glance around the room ensuring that all was as it should be.
James was awaiting me in my room, sitting on the side of the bed nearest the door. His erect penis arose from the waistband of the briefs he was wearing, the thumb of his left hand holding the elastic very low on the shaft. He was masturbating slowly. He'd drawn the heavy draperies closed and turned on the mood lighting within the headboard.
He looked up as I entered and closed the door quietly behind me. I did not lock it. There was no need to do so. "Am I disturbing you?" I asked. "Shall I leave?"
James shook his head back and forth as he looked at me, signifying the negative. "I was just thinking about you," he said aloud. "And waiting."
"I'm flattered," I replied with a grateful smile. Already I could feel blood flowing into my own penis, inflating it as it pushed into the restraining material of my briefs. "Thank you."
"Come here, Shawn."
I approached and sat beside him.
"No," he said. "Stand in front of me."
I arose to my feet and moved into place before him.
His hand reached out to me, upturned and with his index finger crooked into a hook. He slid his fingertip beneath the leg band of my briefs. I could feel it brush against my left testicle as he tugged me forward. I followed his guidance, coming to a stop between his widespread legs. He removed his finger from my briefs and his hand returned to grasp his penis and begin its lackadaisical stroking once again.
James remained silent for a long time simply looking at me, watching as blood filled and stiffened me, causing a large tent to form in the pouch of my briefs and stretching the waistband away from my abdomen. I did not move to lessen the discomfort if caused. I stood there instead, waiting patiently. Many long moments passed with only the sounds of our breathing and the sounds of James' hand sliding over the skin of his shaft before he spoke.
"This is what I was thinking about."
Following a few more lazy strokes, James' hands left his body once more and came to rest on my hips. With a simple push with one hand and a tug with the other, he turned me around until I was facing away from him, his fingers skimming over my flesh until they stopped on the opposite hip. I expected his hands to leave my body, then, but they didn't. They slipped ever-so-slowly off my hips and onto my ass, each palm smoothing itself over a cheek.
James' hands seared into my flesh. It felt as though I were being branded forever. That wasn't entirely necessary, though. I already belonged to James.
If his hands were hot, his lips were scorching. I believe I moaned when I felt his lips touch me and the warm breath from his lungs washed over me. I may have moaned, but there was no mistaking that I tensed up and clenched the muscles of my buttocks together. I could feel James curling his fingers, digging them into my flesh and holding me firmly in place. Neither was that necessary. It is doubtful that a rogue elephant could have shifted me from that spot.
I lost all track of time as I wallowed in the explicit and extraordinary pleasure I was feeling. I stood there in the dim glow of the bedroom until James' hands urged me to turn around again. His lips left my body as I did so, and I missed their touch.
James was sitting before me, staring wide-eyed at my extended briefs. He was stroking himself again, but much more vigorously now. My own gaze travelled to the spot where James was looking. The solid base of my penis was clearly visible to me, left bare by the stretched waistband. The rest of my shaft resembled a horizontal tower draped in stretchy, nylon fabric. A large circle of moisture, glinting in the light from the headboard, encircled the rounded and bloated head. As I watched, the nylon tower bounced, swelling noticeably twice and pushing one more small stream of preseminal fluids into my briefs where it spread out and expanded the circle of moisture.
James' eyes remained locked on my groin. For a short while, I thought that he might continue to use me only to fuel his masturbatory fantasy, but then his eyes looked up at me for several nervous and tense breaths and, when his eyes returned to my groin, his right hand left his erection for the second time and he wrapped it around my shaft head. For a few moments, his thumb rubbed over the moist circle there, sending shivers of excitement through me. Then, sliding his hand slowly to the base, the outside of his hand meeting with my pubic hair and remaining there, his thumb and fingers became as a vice around me. My jaws began to hurt from the pressure with which I clenched my teeth and my breath remained locked in my lungs, unwilling to be exhaled lest the moment be lost.
James leaned forward, opening his mouth as he did so, and let the moist tip of my briefs slide between his lips before they came to a stop just before passing over the corona. I felt his tongue press against the head, then withdraw for a moment only to return with more energy and enthusiasm. He had tasted me and had liked it. He allowed the remainder of the head to pass his lips and I placed my hands gently on his shoulders as a long, satisfying sigh blew through my own lips.
James stopped moving forward when I encountered the entrance to his throat and moved away from me again, choking back a gag as he did so. He began moving back and forth on me, allowing only as much of my penis to enter him as he felt comfortable taking. I didn't mind, of course. I was content with anything he chose to do to me. I must say, though, that he was extremely enthusiastic. Too enthusiastic, in fact. His teeth dragged across the head of my penis at one point causing me to yank it out of his mouth as if I had just been scalded.
"Oh, God, Shawn," he apologized quickly. He knew what he had just done. "I'm so sorry."
"That's okay, James," I replied, trying to smile encouragingly at him.
He licked his lips as his hand stroked me once more, then drew me into his mouth again.
I tried to contain myself, to lengthen the experience as long as possible, but each time I looked down to see my beautiful James with my penis inside his mouth, each time I thought about what he was doing to me, I would have to grit my teeth to prevent myself from having an immediate orgasm. Still, it didn't take long before I was unable to prevent it anymore.
I warned James, of course, fearful that he might not wish me to climax inside him, but he gripped me more tightly in his fist and held on as his other hand came up from beneath me to gently cradle my scrotum in his palm. I lost all control of myself at that point and released the most exciting, most exhilarating climax of my life into him. As my body quivered and shook, my fingers clenched his shoulders. Loud moans of excitement filled my bedroom, and I realized that they were my own.
I could feel my semen being pumped into the pocket of nylon surrounding me, the pocket still lodged inside James mouth, and then I felt the pressure of the inside of his cheeks against me as he sucked it through the material and into himself. Much to my surprise and extreme delight, he did not pull away as I thought he might. Instead, James remained where he was and continued drawing more and more of my seed into him until there was no more to give.
I would have loved to have stayed there forever, but it was not to be. As soon as my orgasm was finished, James removed me from his mouth and looked up at me, smiling his wonderful smile. I could have lamented the rapid withdrawal, but I dropped to my knees between his legs instead and gave him something that he would remember for a long, long time.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
I left Ren standing where he was and he watched me with intense interest as I circled the sofa and stood behind it, facing Jason with my hardon aimed at his face. He just looked up and me, licked his lips, and smiled at me. I carefully climbed over the sofa and sat on the back cushions, holding my cock and pointing at Jason. I didn't even have to ask him. He just opened his mouth and sucked as much of my cock inside as he could. His head slid in and out with every push of Chuck's cock up his ass. Chuck fucked one hole and I fucked another.
"Harder, Chuck," I said. "Really lay it into him good."
Jason's face slammed forward with Chuck's thrusting, shoving my cock into his throat and almost choking him, but he didn't.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" Chuck cried. "This is un-fuckin'-believable!"
"Oh, yeah," I moaned. "That's the way. Hard and fast, Chuck. Jason loves it hard and fast. Show him what kind of man you are." Chuck began slamming his hips into Jason, and Jason grunted with every thrust, and so did Chuck. From the intense, satisfied look on his face, I got the feeling Chuck was enjoying what had only been a fantasy to him until now. Jason hummed his pleasure into my cock.
It was now time for Ren's next lesson. "Get up on the sofa, Ren. Straddle Jason."
With one hand on Chuck's shoulder for support, Ren climbed up onto the sofa and was about to hoist his left leg over Jason's back when I stopped him. He stood there, his cock hard and bouncing with excitement, one foot in the air. A long string of lube hung off his foreskin and fell to the sofa as he looked at me.
"Turn around the other way," I told him.
"Oh, God," Ren said quietly when he realized what I had him mind for him. I have to admit, Ren is one cute son of a bitch, and I mean ‘cute' in the kindest sense. He really is cute, both in virginal innocence and appearance. When I first saw Chuck, I had the hots for him, but Ren was quickly becoming my favourite of the two. Chuck may have the plumper, more suckable ass, but Ren had the personality to deserve a first-class rimming, and I was going to give it to him.
Ren's beautiful dark eyes, almost as dark as Jason's, widened with excitement and his mouth hung open as realization came to him. "Oh, God," he repeated.
I held up my right hand for him to hold for balance. He eagerly took it, rotated rather unsteadily on the spongy cushions, and carefully threw his right leg over Jason. I pulled my hand free from his, grasped him by the hips, and leaned forward.
My first lick, from the very bottom of his ass crack to the very top and beyond, caused a shiver to pass through Ren's entire body and the strangest sound to come out of his mouth. It almost made me start laughing, but it was such a sweet reaction from him. A cross between a yelp and a groan and a whimper. I was quickly falling in love with this guy. Not like I love Jason, of course, but you know the kind of love I mean.
Each of Ren's pert and perky butt cheeks got a thorough tongue washing and lip massage from me. His ass may have been smaller than chucks, but on Ren's smaller stature, it was perfect, and it was surprisingly solid. The only way I could sink my teeth into it was to tilt my head completely sideways. I didn't bite him hard, mind you. I'd never do that to anyone unless I was trying to tell him something - like "get your ass off my face!"
My bites were gentle. Teeth scraping a cock are one thing. Teeth sinking into an ass cheek are another. If done properly, it can send a guy through the roof, and, judging from Ren's reaction, he was well on his way to lift-off. Even before my tongue had touched Ren's ass the first time, his right hand disappeared from view and started wacking away at the cock standing out from his crotch. From the first lick, his jerking sped up and, when I bit into his cheek, his butt muscle tensed up and his fist began flying.
Guys with skin jerk off differently than guys without. The skin lets the fist slide over the head easily. There's no need for lube or oil or anything. Just skin on skin. I could hear the sounds of his stroking almost as well as I could hear the precum smacking around inside his hood.
I tongued and lipped and chewed at his ass for a minute or two until I had him cranked up, then I aimed my face directly at the valley between his cheeks and shoved it in, nose and tongue first. Ren let out a stifled scream when my tongue found his asshole and pushed its way in. His cheeks became rock solid beneath my hands and the valley closed around me. His legs began to wobble, so I moved my hands beneath his cheeks, my thumbs touching each other at the base of his ass crack and my fingers splayed to the sides, so I could help hold him upright. His left hand moved back, finding my shoulder, and clamping it in a grip so tight that it made me wince. But it made me attack his ass even harder as well.
I set about giving Ren a thorough lesson in how to treat Chuck's ass when he had a chance at it. Rimming is an art form, and certainly not something every gay man likes to do, but to someone as keen about it as I am, especially when the ass is squeaky clean and belongs to someone like Ren, it is an absolute joy to perform, and an every greater joy to receive. Ren was delightfully receptive and remarkably inventive and accommodating.
Within a few very short minutes, Ren was doing most of my work for me. There was no denying he loved my tongue shoved up his ass and he bent his knees slightly and arched his back, shoving his ass at me. His hips began moving then, twirling around in circles and shifting back and forth and up and down and in any other direction which felt good to him. All I had to do was to sit there, getting my cock sucked by Jason, and keeping my tongue pointed and rigid for Ren.
Some guys were born to rim ass and some buys were born to be rimmed. Some guys enjoyed a good rim job and some guys loved it to death. Ren was one of those guys who loved having it done and I was one of those guys who loved doing it.
Still, I wasn't prepared for what happened next. There I was, happily tonguing the hell out of Ren's asshole, when his ass cheeks suddenly locked themselves around my face and the abrupt tensing of his asshole practically sucked me right inside him. A long, loud, and mind-numbing groan blasted across the room and his right hand stopped moving. For a moment, I thought he might be having his orgasm, but when he shouted, "Oh, God! Charles!" I knew something else was up. I dislodged my face from Ren's ass. He was quivering so badly I was certain he'd fall off the sofa. I grabbed him more tightly and tried to hold him steady as I peeked around him.
Chuck had stopped fucking Jason. His cock was still shoved up Jason's ass, but he wasn't moving. Instead, all his attention was on the cockhead he had in his mouth. Little Chuckie was sucking dick!
As I watched, Chuck pulled his mouth off his friend's cock and Ren suddenly became dead weight in my hands. I quickly wrapped one arm around his waist, guiding him down. "Sit down, Ren," I urged. I lowered him to Jason's back, who supported Ren with ease. I could actually feel Jason laughing silently on my cock when he realized what was going on, too, and he gave me an extra hard ‘I told you so' suck.
When he was sitting, I wrapped my other arm around Ren as well, asking him, "Are you okay?"
All Ren could say was, "Oh, God, Charles!"
Chuck looked at me and said, "Ya know? That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. No wonder ya like doin' it so much." He glanced up at his friend, who was still panting with excitement. "Teach ya fer shovin' that thing in my face, Ren. Jus' don't cream my tonsils, ‘kay, buddy?"
He looked back at the cock sticking up in front of him. Ren's hand still held it at the base. "Skin ‘er back fer me, Ren," Chuck ordered. Ren hastily peeled back his foreskin, revealing the smooth, bloated head of his cock which Chuck swiftly sucked back into his mouth.
Chuck didn't do much more that slosh the cockhead around inside his cheeks and bob his head a bit, but I saw the look in his eyes. He liked what he was doing. This wouldn't be the last time Chuck had a cock in his mouth.
Ren leaned back against my chest and I snuggled my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck as my hands moved to his chest and started tweaking his nipples. I chanced expanding my kisses to his throat and cheek. Ren leaned his head back against me moaning quietly and whimpering like Cary Elwes did in The Princess Bride when he was hooked up to that life-sucking machine. When my tongue and lips found his ear, he tensed up once more and his whimpering turned to anxious groans, and suddenly he was yelling in warning, "Chuck! Chuck!"
Chuck got his mouth off Ren's cock just in time. Ren's cock expanded like a balloon and a large, thick stream of heavy man cream gushed out and landed with a loud splat on Jason's back. I grabbed at Ren's pecs as I sucked his earlobe into my mouth and the cum started flowing. Ren wasn't a power shooter, but he certainly came a lot.
Some guys are sprayers when they cum. It just flies everywhere in small droplets. I don't care for sprayers. When I want a face full of cum, I don't want to have to go chasing it around the room. Some guys are squirters, sending out a long, connected stream of jizz with a lot of power behind it. They're the kind of guys that can knock your head back if their cum hits you in the face. If they cum in your mouth, it feels like they're drilling for coal in your throat. Some guys are dribblers and you barely know they're cumming. And some, like Ren, have intense orgasms, but their cum simply overflows. They're the volcanos of cumdom.
Ren had pulled his skin back when he started cumming, leaving his cockhead free as he held his hand at the base of his cock. I watched the cum flowing from the tip and wondered how I'd managed to eat it all the first time. There were only three main eruptions, but they were equal to seven or eight of Jason's blasts. After that, the eruptions lessened and Ren's hand began moving again so he could squeeze out what remained. By the time he finished, the puddle of cum on Jason's back had run down toward his ass and rolled to the sides and off Jason's waist, falling to the carpet beneath.
Ren's chest heaved beneath my hands. Athletic lungs can suck in a lot of air fast, and Ren was doing just that with every breath. I couldn't believe how far my hands moved away and back. I held him, kissing his cheek and neck once again and soothing him until he came down from his orgasmic high. In front of us, Chuck pulled his cock from Jason's ass, ripped off the condom, and stepped up onto the sofa, straddling Jason's ass and planting his hands on Ren's shoulders. As Ren lifted his head from my shoulder, he was met with Chuck's cock pointing directly at his face. Fucking Jason's ass might have been a dream come true for Chuck, but he was more anxious now to get his cock sucked by his best friend. Without hesitation, opened his mouth and leaned forward, sucking as much of Chuck into him as he could.
"Holy fuckin' shit, Duncan," Chuck groaned softly. "That feels so fan-fuckin'-tastic!"
I leaned close to Ren's ear, whispering encouragement and giving him directions. He was a quick study and was giving Chuck a first-class blowjob in no time at all. Well, as first-class as a first-timer can be.
I'd almost forgot about Jason. I wasn't even aware he'd let my cock slip from his mouth until he sucked it back in again and really went to town on it. It could have been Chuck's grunts and moans and groans that cranked Jason up and sent into a suck frenzy. I know it got me going pretty good, and I could feel my balls churning.
It wasn't long before Chuck was warning Ren of his impending orgasm, but Ren refused to let go. "Holy fuckin' shit, Ren!" he shouted. "You're gonna take it! I don't fuckin' believe it! You're gonna take it for me!"
Ren doubled his efforts. I could see his jaws and cheeks working as he sucked his best friend to climax. Chuck's fingers dug into Ren's shoulders as a growl began in his throat and rose to a frenzied roar. His balls began dumping their contents into his friend.
Ren almost choked with the first blast, but he hung on and swallowed it, and then sucked for more. I would have given him some helpful encouragement, but all he got was grunts in his ear as I pumped my own ball juice into Jason. My fingers were clamped onto Ren's pecs, sinking into them and hanging on for dear life as Jason sucked my totally dry. I don't think there was anything left in me when he finished. I don't think there was anything left in Chuck, either. As his groans faded into silence and his body shook, he stepped off the sofa and stumbled backward, running into the coffee table from behind and landing on his plump, juicy butt. Ren scrambled after him, concerned, I suppose, that he'd hurt his friend.
That left only Jason, and I knew what he wanted before he told me. "Ren," I called gently, "toss me a condom. Just grab one and toss it to me."
Ren reached behind him, grabbed a condom from the box, and tossed it to me. As I opened the package, Jason slid out from beneath me and stood up in front of me. I looked up into his face and was met by a grin that told me I was in for the ride of my life. My only hope was that I could still walk after this one.
To Be Continued