TAKING CARE OF JASON
"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."
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"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.
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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