thank you so much for your reply ! I certainly appreciate all the effort you go thru to keep us happy. Best holiday wishes and hopes for a better new year !
thank you so much for your reply ! I certainly appreciate all the effort you go thru to keep us happy. Best holiday wishes and hopes for a better new year !
Take all the time you need. My libido will be waiting when you can write again,
here I have to agree with you.I am not a medical professional but I have to say that due to circumstances that I have done extensive research on this matter and oral sex is one of the safest when it comes to unsafe sex practices.
Just my egg to be laid in this.
Happy New Year, my friends!
The wait has been long. I hope this is worth it.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
Jason started to laugh to himself. His body started to shake and that shook my body as well. I was sitting between his legs at the time, leaning back against his massive, hair-covered chest in the Jacuzzi bathtub as jets of bubbling water swirled around us and tickled us in ways we could only imagine. Jason had his arms around me and crossed over my chest, holding me close to him in a tender, loving embrace which belied the size of his arms and body. The thumb on his right hand casually rubbed over my left nipple and circled the tiny nub like a moon in orbit around it.
It was one of my favourite places to be.
"What's so funny?" I asked without turning around.
"How long do you think it took The Lone Ranger to get Football Butt out of his pants after we dropped them off?"
I began to laugh, too. "I bet Ren had Chuck's pants open before they even got the door closed."
"Chucky surprised me. Who would have thought he'd be the first one to suck dick?"
"Especially when he didn't want to touch one at first. Hell, he didn't even want his crotch to come anywhere near Ren's and the next thing you know he's chowing down on Ren's meat."
Jason laughed heartily. His hand might have slipped off my left pec, but I was holding it there with my own hand.
"All it took was someone to show him where the closet door was," Jason said as he hugged me tightly. I felt him pressing his lips against the side of my head and kissing my hair, and then he put his cheek against my head and held me some more.
I loved being there. . . in his arms. Even with the heat of the roiling water, I could feel the heat from Jason's body seeping into me, warming me from the outside in. I felt completely safe there. Nothing could ever hurt me when he held me like that. He wouldn't let anything hurt me.
"I could stay right here forever," I said offhandedly.
"I'd love it if you could," Jason replied as he pulled his arms even tighter around me. "Don't go to school tomorrow. Stay here with me."
"I'd love to, but. . ."
"I'll hire someone to go for you and take notes and record your classes."
That made me laugh again. "It's not the same, Jason."
"You don't have to go, you know," he said tenderly, nuzzling my hair with his rugged and stubbled cheek. "As long as you're here with me, you'll never have to go to work anyway, Babe. You know that. I'll always take care of you, Scotty. Always and forever."
"I know you will, Jason, but my education is important to me."
"And I'm not?"
I twisted around so I could look at him. "You are more important to me than anything or anyone."
"Then stay home with me."
Jason's dark eyes, deeply shaded by the heavy brows hanging over them, bored themselves into me and I felt my will melting under his gaze. As if to give me a preview of what I had in store for me if I agreed to stay home, Jason slowly raised the fingers of his right hand to my cheek and lowered his face until his lips found mine, and then he proceeded to give me a kiss which I would remember for days and days to come.
It was tender and slow and seemed to go on and on and on and, as he kissed me, his fingers caressed my skin with the softness of a downy feather and left tiny trails of warmth behind. His tongue brushed against my lips with the softness of a whisper and the gentle breath from his nostrils wafted across the skin of my cheek with the warmth of a gentle summer's breeze. There wasn't any expectation in that kiss. There was nothing but love and tenderness, and it left me breathless and panting. When he finally ended it and moved his head back so he could look into my eyes again, his eyes moved to my eyebrows and, with his fingers still resting on my cheek, his thumb rose to my brow and stroked it twice before he gaze dropped to me eyes again.
"Stay home with me, Scott," he whispered.
I gulped loud enough to be heard over the gurgling water and nodded my head slightly. How could I possibly decline an invitation like that?
Jason kissed my forehead. "I love you so much," he whispered, and then he kissed me again.
After the kiss, I settled back into his arms and we sat there in silence for quite some time, simply enjoying the feel of our bodies touching each other. Jason broke the silence. "Hey. Have you ever. . ." and then he whispered the rest of his question into my ear.
"Nope," I answered quickly as I turned my head to look up into his beautiful face again. "Never."
"Let's do it!"
A grin spread across my lips. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, I'm not kidding," he said excitedly. "Come on, Scotty. Let's do it. It'll be fun," he promised. Then, without waiting for a response from me, he turned his head toward the bathroom door and in a voice so loud that it made me jump, "Shawnie!!"
"Holy, shit, Jason!" I said as I cringed away from his bellowing voice. "Three words: In Ter Com!"
"Oh, yeah," he grinned at me. "Too late."
Ever vigilant, Shawn appeared in the doorway moments later. He was dressed in iridescent shorts that clung to his bubble butt and seemed to shimmer tiny rainbows with even the smallest movements of his incredible body.
"Sir?" he said.
"First off," Jason said, "how's Jimmy getting on?"
"Fine, Sir," Shawn replied with a more-than-satisfied grin and a happy little lilt in his voice. "He's in our be. . . I mean my bedroom."
"It's his bedroom, too, Shawnie," Jason said sincerely. "As long as you want it to be. You know that."
Shawn nodded. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
"Good. Look. Scotty and I just had this great idea. Here's what I need you to do."
I don't know how Shawn could always keep track of everything and remember it all without taking notes, but I knew him well enough now to know that he could and would be able to do so. He would make it happen.
"Think you can handle it all and be ready for tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, Sir," Shawn promised. "Leave it to me."
"We'll help you if you need it," I offered.
"Thank you, Sir," Shawn replied to me, "but I'm certain James and I will be able to handle it."
"Make a list of what we don't have," Jason added. "We'll go shopping in the morning."
"Yes, Sir. Anything else?"
Jason thought for a moment before saying, "Nah. Don't think so."
"Leave everything to me, Sir. I'll have it ready by tomorrow morning."
* * * * *
Both Jason and I were pretty-much sexed out after the houseful of guest we'd had all weekend, so, with nothing better to do, we finished our bath and sat on the sofa watching some mindless television until the evening meal was ready. Later, we got dressed and went out shopping for the things Jason wanted to get. I had no idea what we would need, but Jason seemed to have a pretty good idea and soon found a friendly and helpful young man who was more than willing to lead us around and help us find what Jason wanted. He was cute enough and filled his pants well enough that I was quite content simply to follow him around the store enjoying the scenery.
I began to wonder where we were going to put everything Jason was buying and actually surprised myself by suggesting that he buy a roof rack, too. Our young friend was only too eager to locate the best one for us and to explain how to attach it to the roof of the car. It even had a waterproof cover to go over everything in case it rained, and it matched the colour of my eyes. I'm sure that's why Jason bought it.
Jason surprised me then by grabbing me in his arms, right there in the store, right there in front of our young salesman, and pasted his lips and his body against mine. When I had first met Jason so many months ago, he had a image to uphold and he didn't want anyone to think that he might be gay. Hell, even I didn't know he was gay back then. I thought he was an asshole whose only interest was getting his balls drained as often as he could. Quid pro quo and all that.
Sure, he was open at home and didn't seem bothered that our new friends knew that he liked cock, but outside the flat, he never even gave that impression. And now, there he was, kissing me where anyone could see and telling me how much he loved me. It didn't seem to bother him anymore.
I kinda liked that.
Okay, I lied. I liked it a lot!
* * * * *
There was no sex for us that night. Both Jason and I were still pretty-much running on empty and it was going to take some time to get our energies and bodily fluids back to par. I don't know about Jason, but I was pretty certain that I couldn't even scrounge up a bit of precum for him to lick off the tip of my dick let alone reward him with a full load of ball juice for him to suck out of it. That's why we'd spent all that time in the bathtub without even the stirrings of a hardon from either of us, and that's why the cutie in the store hadn't been able to do anything more than to get my heart racing a bit faster. For the first time in my life - and probably for the first time in Jason's life as well - we were totally and undeniably sexed out. For the first time since I was about twelve years old, I didn't feel like having sex. I'm not kidding you. It's a very strange feeling.
I don't know how long Shawn and James worked on preparations for the next day after we went to bed, but we could still hear noises in the kitchen as we lay together on the bed. Jason lay sprawled on his back and I lay sprawled on Jason. His shoulder makes the most wonderful pillow and his chest and stomach make a wonderful resting place for my arm. For good measure, I had my right leg thrown over his thigh and my foot rested on the mattress between his legs.
Jason has his right arm wrapped around my back, pulling me into his furry chest. I lay there in silence revelling in the smell of his manliness. There was a whole lot of man there to suck up. More than enough for each nostril. I think that's why I liked having Jason just hold me. That way, I could just sit there or lie there and do nothing but smell him. No cares. No worries. No agenda. Just smelling him. Put me in a room with a thousand men, stick Jason in there somewhere, and you can blindfold me and bind my hands six ways to Sunday and I'll find Jason just by following my nose. Come to think of it, I could find him just by licking him, too. I knew Jason's taste as well as I knew his smell, and I loved it all.
What's even better is that it was all mine, whenever I wanted it.
So, that's how we fell asleep that night - madly in love with each other - and that's how we woke up the next morning.
* * * * *
Shawn the Wonder Boy. That's how I think of him. I swear, that man should wear a Super Hero costume - maybe something in body-hugging, cobalt-blue Spandex with a large, fiery-gold and elaborate ‘S' for ‘Shawn' emblazoned on his chest with a lighter-hued, billowing, flowing cape attached to the back of his neck, supple and embossed boots reaching to mid calf, and skin-tight trunks which all match his golden-blond hair. No supporting pouches or swimmers' cups to hide his endowment, either. No disguises and no extra padding. Just the material to hold him in place for the whole world to see just how sexy that guy truly is.
"But what about the cape covering his ass?" you might ask. "How can you even think to cover up something as amazing at that?" Well, not to worry, my friends. No cape could possibly hide those luscious mounds for long. Believe me. I know. There was a time a few weeks ago when Shawn began to lounge around in a large, baggy T-shirt with ‘Eat Me' silk-screened on the front. Jason had bought it for him as a joke, but Shawn wore it proudly, and usually with nothing else underneath it. It was large enough that it hung down almost to Shawn's mid thighs and would have been loose on Jason, but it still wasn't loose enough to hide Shawn's magnificent butt cheeks. It would take one of P.T. Barnum's circus tents to hide those things.
Oh, the happy times I spent on my knees behind that boy with my head tucked under the T-shirt and my face shoved in his ass as he stood at the kitchen sink peeling potatoes and preparing veggies for our supper. Shawn never seemed to mind, and he always kept himself meticulously clean just for such occasions. He never knew he'd find my face planted between those cheeks with my pointed tongue drilling its way into him from behind. He never objected, either. More often than not, I'd be rewarded with a fresh load of that sweet nectar from his balls.
Shawn didn't even have to jerk himself off to cum during those moments. It usually just happened from the rimming he received. He enjoyed blowjobs, sure, but he liked having me chow down on his ass even more. I'd be there on my knees, my fingers digging into his rock-solid glutes to hold him in place and my thumbs pressing into the valley between his butt cheeks and pulling them apart, allowing me free access to my prize, as Shawn went about his duties, usually with his hardon pressed against the lower kitchen counter. When the ‘point of no return' arrived, he would pull his ass free from my face, spin himself around, and I'd suddenly find his bloated cock bouncing and spasming and throbbing and dripping long strings of clear fluids from the piss slit, ready and anxious to blast away. Then he'd place his hands over my cotton-covered head and push his hips forward, knowing that my mouth would be there, wide open, ready, and waiting for him to shove his cock inside and let his juices fly. And I would eagerly accept every single drop of it.
Invariably, Jason would be standing beside us by that time, his cock hard and being stroked by his experienced hand, awaiting his turn. He'd be standing beside Shawn, his left arm around Shawn's back and encouraging him to give me everything Shawn had and, when Shawn had done so, he would pull his wilting cock out of my mouth and lift the T-shirt over my head. Jason's cock would be there, quivering in anticipation. Moments later, it would fill the void in my mouth left by Shawn's withdrawn cock and, after some talented mouth action on my part, Jason's cum would soon be joining Shawn's load while Shawn would be on his knees sucking the load out of my own balls.
We all enjoyed those nights when we ate dessert before we ate our dinner.
Shawn never wore that shirt when we had company, though. It was a private thing he did just for us.
So, there we were, awake in our bed in virtually the same position we'd been in when we went to sleep. The only difference was that we both had hardons. We didn't do anything with them right then, though. Shawn, the Wonder Boy that he is, was already awake and somehow knew that we were awake as well. It's like he's got a ‘Radar O'Reilly' thing going on there.
Jason and I were in the middle of our good morning kiss. Jason had pulled me on top of him and our lips and tongues were swapping spit when I sensed Shawn's presence behind me and cut the kiss short. I turned my head toward the door and there was Shawn, standing in the open doorway, fully dressed in crisp, white shorts and a dark blue pullover shirt and waiting patiently and holding a serving tray with two steaming mugs of coffee for us.
"My apologies," he said as he came forward to serve our coffee. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Not interrupting, Shawnie," Jason grinned widely. "We just woke up."
"Yes. I know. I've been waiting."
I was puzzled. He looked like Shawn. He sounded like Shawn. He even smelt like Shawn. But it wasn't quite the Shawn I was used to. There was something different about him, and I tried to put my finger on it. Jason, however, seemed completely oblivious to the subtle differences.
I rolled off Jason and onto my back beside him. We pulled ourselves up into sitting positions as Shawn held out our coffee for us.
"Suppose you want to know what we want for breakfast, eh, Shawnie?" Jason said, taking a large sip from his mug.
Jason just said, "Surprise us," and then he told Shawn we'd be right out.
"Yes, Sir," Shawn repeated, but he hesitated a few brief moments and there was a curious look in his eyes which told me that he didn't really want to go just then, like there was something on his mind and he wanted to talk about it.
"Is everything okay, Shawn?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
Shawn managed a weak smile and said, "Everything is fine, Sir. I'll begin preparing breakfast."
"Wait!" I said. Shawn stopped and turned back around to face me. I climbed out of bed, careful not to spill my coffee. Shawn ignored my hardon.
I ignored Jason for the moment as I moved around the bed and stopped in front of Shawn. "Something's wrong, Shawn," I told him. "I can see it. Now tell us what it is."
"It's nothing, really," he said, and that curious look filled not only his eyes, but his face as well. And then I put my finger on the thing I'd been missing. It was ‘sadness'. "I just need to ask you a favour, that's all."
"Sure, Shawnie," Jason said. "Anything. Anything at all."
Again, there was a hesitation as Shawn struggled to keep his composure. "James would like us to drop him off at home when we leave."
"Sure," Jason said happily. "Wants to pick up something?"
Shawn didn't reply immediately, but stood there and turned his eyes to the floor.
"He doesn't want to go with us, does he?" I asked.
Shawn's eyes lifted toward mine. He stared into my eyes with the look of a sad puppy and shook his head slowly back and forth. "He thinks he's imposed himself enough already and he's afraid he's keeping me from my duties. He's afraid he'll get me fired."
Jason didn't say a word. He simply tightened his grip on his coffee mug, swung his legs out of bed, and stood up. "Where is he?"
"In the kitchen," Shawn replied. "Waiting for me."
"Right," Jason said firmly as he walked past both of us and headed for the door, still naked and with his hardon bobbing back and forth in front of him with every step. "Follow me."
I fell in line behind Jason and Shawn fell in line behind me as our little convoy made its way down the hall to the kitchen. James must have heard us coming. He was standing up in front of his chair on the opposite side of the table when we got there. The strangest look came over his face when he saw Jason. Now, my guy is intimidating at the best of times, but standing there in front of you, stark naked and with his cock ramrod stiff and pointing right at you and with his dark brows furrowed so that they looked like one long line of hair over his eyes, he could look scary as hell.
Jason came to a halt opposite James and lifted his arm, his index finger pointing directly at Shawn's friend. "You," he grumbled harshly. "Park it!"
James quickly sat down, clasping his hands together on the table in front of him so hard that his knuckles turned white. The look of fear on his handsome, young face changed into a look of absolute terror and his ears turned molten magma red. I glanced beneath the table, half expecting to see a puddle of pee gathering there. Poor guy. I knew Jason would never do anything to hurt him, but he can be extremely persuasive with a mere glance.
"Shawnie tells me you don't want to go with us."
"I. . ." James gulped and cleared his throat. "I don't want to get in the way."
"I'll tell you if you ever get in the way, Jimmy" Jason said. "This is Shawnie's home, and as long as he wants you here, you're welcome to be here. I'm going to say this just once, so listen up, okay? I need Shawnie to be there with me for the next few days and Shawnie needs you to be there with him. That means I need you, too. So. If you don't want to go with us because you don't want to go, then fine. No problem. I'll take you home. But, if you don't want to go just because you think you'll be in the way, then that's a problem. Shawnie isn't going to be very happy if that's the reason. And if Shawnie isn't happy, I'm not happy, either. And trust me, Jimmy. You really don't want to see me not being happy."
Jason fell silent and sucked back a big gulp of his coffee, not taking his eyes off of James. I glanced at Shawn. He was holding his breath.
"So, Jimmy," Jason continued, "what's it to be? Do you really want me to take you home?"
James didn't dare look away from Jason. There was only a brief pause before he began shaking his head back and forth. I heard Shawn let out the breath he'd been holding. "No," James said meekly. "I don't want to go home."
"Good boy," Jason said, smiling at James for the first time that morning. Two separate eyebrows could be seen once again. "Stay here and keep Shawnie company, would ya? Then come get us when breakfast is ready. Scotty and I will be in our bedroom." As he turned to leave, with me hot on his tail, he added, "Refills in five, Shawnie?"
"Yes, Sir," Shawn grinned happily. "Thank you, Sir."
Back in the bedroom, Jason took the mug from my hands and set it, along with his, on the bedside table. He took me in his arms, trapping our now slightly softer cocks between us. His voice was hushed as he asked, "Think I was too hard on him?"
"Just a little bit, maybe."
"He'll get over it," Jason smiled. "As long as Shawnie's happy." He kissed me then, picking up where we'd left off minutes earlier. Of course, that stiffened him up again and I could feel my own cock starting to rise as well.
I reluctantly cut the kiss short. "Can we pick this up again in the bathroom?" I asked. "I've really got to piss and I won't be able to go if we keep this up."
Jason gave me a small, quick peck on the lips. "Anything for my Babe." As he led me to the bathroom, his right arm over my shoulders, he asked, "Can I hold it for you?"
"Only if I can hold yours."
Jason held my cock and I held his. We stood there, pissing side-by-side and allowing our streams to tango with each other before splashing noisily into the toilet bowl. I started to stiffen up again, and so did Jason. It was impossible to prevent it from happening. Jason could make taking a piss sexy.
As our morning pisses gradually ended and the streams turned into dribbles and drips, our lips locked together once more and our fingers wrapped around each other's rapidly stiffening rods and began a steady stroking. Jason's cock soon filled my hand, rock solid and firebrand hot against my palm. Despite our satiation from the day before, we were both very ready and very anxious to pop our nuts again. I took a moment to grab a plastic, pump-action bottle of hand lotion from the vanity beside me and squirted a suitable amount into each of our right hands. Not only did the scented lotion make our skin baby-bottom soft and smooth, it also made an excellent lube for whacking off.
Jason stood to my right side with his slick right hand reaching around and over my arm to get to my cock. My own right arm was wrapped around his cock. His left arm came up behind my head, his strong fingers grasping my hair in his fist and turning my face toward his. He pulled our lips together again and held them there as our hands stroked and taunted each other. Our mouths and tongues did everything mouths and tongues could do to another mouth and tongue. We devoured each other as our hands danced and teased each other's cocks into a veritable frenzy.
It hadn't been our intention to cum that morning, but that's what happened. Our lips were locked together and our moans of excitement echoed and rumbled deep inside each other. Desperate gasps of breath were sucked rapidly and noisily through our nostrils as we sucked face and pumped cock. Jason's gasps and moans mingled with mine, and, as our excitement and need mounted, they came with greater urgency and regularity. We raced toward our orgasms, pumping our hands over lotion-slick skin and coaxing the balls into action, encouraging them to empty themselves of their treasure.
I could feel my tension rising. Beneath my fingers, I could feel Jason's tension rising as well. We were each moments away from cumming, but I was closer. I tried to wait for Jason and failed. With one final scream of ecstacy into his mouth, I unleashed the torrent of my orgasm. Long strands of cum flew out of my cock landed wherever it would. Again and again, I blasted out my jism, and, encouraged by my own release, Jason's balls catapulted his own cum with such force that I could hear it splattering against the wall in front of us.
Still, we kissed, loving each other as our orgasmic excitement slowly eased and faded away. Our hands gradually slowed to gentle and slow caresses, teasing the final drops of cum from our bodies and letting it hang off our cocks before breaking away and falling into the toilet bowl in front of us with feathery splashes which echoed off the porcelain. Slowly, those sounds ceased and faded into silence.
We were so into ourselves that we didn't even notice we had company until we became aware of the sound of the shower running beside us and the steam filling the bathroom. We broke our lip lock on each other and turned to our left. Shawn was standing there.
"I'll clean that up," he smiled mischievously as he pointed toward the toilet. We looked and saw the results of our orgasms dripping down the wall and gathering on the sparkling porcelain like tiny strings of pearls. "Can't leave you boys alone for a minute, can I?" he laughed. "Okay. You guys grab a quick shower and then get your lazy-assed butts out to the kitchen for your breakfast before I toss it down the disposal."
I looked up at Jason and blinked. "Are you going to let him talk to us like that?"
Jason blinked back, then his lips curled up at the corners. "Oh, I think so, Babe. I don't want to spoil his good mood now that Jimmy's going with us."
I nodded as Jason broke away from me and took a step toward Shawn, put his hand on Shawn's shoulder, and leaned down to give him a loving kiss on the cheek. "Promise me you'll never quit, Shawnie," he said softly.
"Promise me you'll never fire me," Shawn replied with a grin.
Jason's hand moved from Shawn's shoulder to his face, gently cupping Shawn's cheek in his palm. "I hope you never give me a reason to have to do that, Shawn. That would be a very sad day indeed."
He kissed Shawn again, on the lips this time, and then stepped aside so I could give him a kiss of my own. When our kiss ended and our lips parted, Shawn stood there for a few moments, staring into my eyes. "Don't be long in the shower," he said with a gentle smile, then turned away from me to gather the cleaning supplies from beneath the vanity so he could clean up our little mess.
As Jason and I stepped into the shower together, Shawn cheerfully whistled as he went about his duties. I don't think I'd ever seen him so happy. For the first time since Jason told me his plans the night before, I was truthfully beginning to look forward to the adventure of the next few days and all the fun I was sure we'd all have together.
Fuck college. At least for the next few days.
To Be Continued
What a great update Neil, Thankyou
Even with all thats been happening you have kept this in mind and continued with a bang!!!
Bravo, Bravo !! :=d::=d::=d::=d:
I dream of loving a man like Jason. Soooooo hot........
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
A nice New Year's present. Thank you, Neil.
"It's not a question of gay or straight. It's just a question of love."
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Great Chapter Neil. Love this story!!! Thank you.
Just found this story and cant wait to get into it. The reviews are amazing so I am really excited.
Hope your health is improving,
Intense Cytrkine Arousal For A Prolonged Period Of Time Is Bound To Leave Its Mark On The Body, Mind And Soul.
wow, that's fantastic...cannot wait to see their plan....
Happy new year to you, Neil...
YAY Finally. Feels like iv been waiting for that forever ! Thank you x
well worth the wait Neil! and happy new year!
The last chapter was just great. I find the characters Shawn and James interesting. Hope this new years brings you the best in your health.
just wanted to say that taking care of jason and watching brad are great.
I missed the boyz but found it easy to get back into the story.
Thanks for all the comments and encouragement, everyone. I've been getting back into the story again and have been thinking about future chapters. I don't think you'll have to wait quite so long for the next update. (I've already started writing it. )
That was well worth the wait. Can't wait to see what the adventure is about.
Hi Neil, hope you are able to keep up with Jason story as well as Brad, both are great and have my full attention.
I can't help thinking that Jason is bullying Scott into not going to school. Sure, if Jason is as rich as we think then he'll never have to work but that isn't the point! Does Scott have any friends outside the apartment? - No! Maybe I'm just a pessimist but I think that's really unhealthy.
Also, no matter how many times Jason calles him 'Babe' and tells him he loves Scott...his love for Shawn is far more believable than whatever he feels for Scott.
Great story anyway - ignore me being nit-picky. Keep writing!
As for Scott going to school, he wants to attend to get his diploma, but I don't think Jason wants him to. Again, it's just one of the things that happened within the story that I've had to deal with as events unfolded.
I read the story twice and can't spot the love of Jason for Shaun, I know there are some (like Jason always wants to get some out of Shaun before he met Scott), but I didn't come to see it....But Neil kinda confirmed it, so will have to wait until next chapter....
Jason, Jason where for art thou Jason.
Please Jason cum back!!!!!
Well, I am ready for the next part. Jason sure has a thing for Shawn though. HEE HEE
Shawn is so adorable!!!!
like this story alot!! whens the nxt chapter?
LOVE the story!!!! Been reading it almost none stop. very very goog
hahaha mwah! miss u old man!:P
whoa! u do know how to give a best ever new year present lol. it's been ages since i last visited here lol june 5th 2007 haha tut!
Anyway,awesome continuation! I thought you already forgot about my shawn lol.thanks neil for sharing it with us. hope you taking care yourself before you taking care of jason tho. remember ur health comes first. i'll be patiently waiting for the new chapter haha *being a goodboy by not urging you*:P
"....For I am just a man, seeking for someone to love and be loved..."
Lol moderator, sorry for using short form words. haha really cant help it when you using your hp to post a comment lol.
Neil, i'll be reading your 'watching brad' in the next few days.i know there will be a massive&hard catching up for me lol. I'll leave you my comments after i get thru all of it. I'm also trying my best to go through your other titles as well. who knows there will be more for me to read yay! yeahaa!
Take care&love you neil,
"....For I am just a man, seeking for someone to love and be loved..."
Well, it's been a long time coming, but it's here at last. The next update and, as promised, it's a double-chapter update. (You'll see why when you read it.) Both chapters will be posted below this but, before you get to them, please read this bit. It's not an excuse. It's an explanation.
You all know that I have back problems, but I'd like to explain to you what the problems are and how they affect me. Most importantly, when my back finally gave out in the late 1980s, my spine twisted in 3 different ways. One, it is twisted laterally, meaning that, were you to look at me from above, my shoulders and pelvis wouldn't line up. Two, when viewed from the front or back, you would see a definite curve at the base and my pelvis would be tilted. Three, when viewed from the side, you would see that there is no 'S' curve that you normally see. I've lost the bottom part of the 'S' and now more or less resemble a candy cane instead.
All that usually adds up to a lot of discomfort and makes walking difficult. There's no cure and surgery would do nothing to make it better. With it comes good times and bad times. I recently went through one of the worst bad times I've ever experienced and I'm not afraid to admit now that it scared the shit out of me. Not only did it make walking more difficult than usual, it seriously interfered with my balance this time and made walking even that much more difficult. That's partially what sent me into a mild depression. I was certain I was destined for a wheelchair.
Believe me, it's extremely difficult to write porn when you're in pain, scared out of your wits, and depressed.
Things are better now, though. Not back to normal, but better than they were and I finally felt inclined to do some serious writing for your reading pleasure.
I hope these chapters measure up to your expectations and. . . ahem. . . your 'enjoyment'.
Enjoy, and take care always.
To bring you up to speed once more, you may recall that our little group is preparing for a ‘surprise'. This included a lot of shopping and a lot of preparation. James, however, almost ruined the fun by deciding not to go, but Jason was very convincing and James finally decided it was best that join them. And so, with the day of the surprise finally here. . .
TAKING CARE OF JASON
"Delicious as always, Shawnie!" Jason said as we rose from our chairs at the table.
"Thank you, Sir."
"Everything ready to go?"
"Yes, Sir," the ever-efficient Shawn replied. "The super will bring up the moving cart in. . ." (Shawn checked his watch) ". . . approximately twenty minutes. That will give you time to dress and for me to clear the table and clean up the kitchen. It shouldn't take long to load the car. One trip with the trolley should do it."
"Ex-cell-ent!" Jason cried. He was as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning, waiting to open his presents. "This is going to be so great! You sure you've got everything we need?"
"Yes, Sir," Shawn said. "Rather, I should say I will have everything when we finish the shopping. I have a little list for you as well."
"Great!" Jason shouted, then turned to me and grabbed me in a huge bear hug. "This is going to be so much fun!"
I would be finding out soon enough if he spoke the truth. Personally, I wasn't at all sure.
Jason made a quick telephone call as I was brushing my teeth and then he joined me as we washed up and shaved and got dressed. By the time we were finished, Shawn and James were busy loading everything onto the trolley.
"Shawnie?" Jason said abruptly. "Got your cell phone?"
"It's in my room. Should I get it?"
"No, leave it there. Leave yours here, too, Scotty. You got one, Jimmy?"
James shook his head back and forth. "No," he said rather humbly.
"Good," Jason said as he clamped his hands together with a loud ‘smack'. "No cell phones. This is our time together. I don't want any interruptions for the next few days."
"I really think we should take one, Jason," Shawn suggested. "You can turn it off and leave it in the car if you want, but it would be there if we need it." Surprisingly, Jason agreed with and tucked his cell phone into his shirt pocket.
Before long, the cart was loaded and Shawn made one final, quick check of one of his lists to make certain that he had remembered everything. Satisfied that he had done so, he and James pushed the cart out the door and down the hall to the elevator as Jason locked up and followed along behind. Jason even held my hand the whole way. He'd never done that before.
It didn't take us long to load up the car and, by the time we had finished, the roof rack was full and secured with the heavy plastic tarpaulin that matched the colour of my eyes. The trunk was full, too, and the overflow had found its way into the back seat. And there was still more to come.
We dropped off Shawn and James at the grocery store and then took off on our own to get all the stuff on the list that Shawn had given to us. I don't know how he did it. Shawn had been given the challenge of pulling all this together only the day before and somehow he had done it. No complaints. No objections. No nothing. Just loads and loads of efficiency and hard work. Jason wanted it and that was good enough for Shawn. He made sure Jason got it.
We found everything Shawn wanted us to find. Well, actually, Jason found someone who worked in the store and handed him the list and let the guy find the stuff for us as we tagged along behind him, still walking hand-in-hand. We squeezed our shopping into the back seat and went back to pick up Shawn and James. By the time we loaded the rest of the groceries into the back seat, there was room only for James. Shawn had to ride up front with me and Jason. Even then, there were two bags of groceries on the floor at Shawn's feet and another in his lap, trapping my right hand palm-down over his semi-stiff cock. He even spread his legs a bit so I could tickle his balls with my thumb. He didn't seem to mind and I certainly wasn't about to object.
"You sure we need all this stuff, Shawnie?" Jason laughed as we set out for our destination. "We're only going for three days, you know."
"I would rather have too much than not enough, Sir," Shawn replied.
I didn't really care. I was stuck between my two most favourite people in the world and I was loving it. Jason didn't mind, either, since I rode the entire way with my left hand in the open zipper of his lap. I loved it - my hand surrounded by body-hot denim and cupped over the delicious and stiff cotton-clad mound at the joint of his legs.
I knew where we were going, of course. It was no surprise to me. I'd been there before. I was, however, surprised when Jason pulled off the road into the lane and drove right past the spot where we had always stopped before. Just remembering those times brought a smile to my lips and a further stiffness to my cock. Happy times and happier memories.
I looked at Jason, gently digging my fingers into his solid man meat which I had held in my hand throughout the entire trip. He just glanced at me, grinned, and winked. Moments later, he pulled off the tree-lined lane to the right, skillfully steering the car between a number of trees on a path that barely existed except for what appeared to be the recent passage of a vehicle. Eventually, we broke through the trees and entered a small clearing nestled into the arc of the creek which surrounded the knoll on three sides. Ahead of us, the arc of the stream bowed out into something of a pond. In the middle of the clearing was a circle of small rocks surrounding what was obviously a fire pit which already had a small campfire burning in it.
Jason stopped the car, giving us a chance to look at what would be our home for the next three days. "This is my secret place," Jason said thoughtfully. "I've never brought anyone here before." And then he paused for quite awhile. We all waited in silence as Jason appeared to have his moment. "Before I met Scotty," he explained after a time, "I used to come here all the time to be alone and think and do stuff." He chucked, but his gaze remained locked on the view before us. "Over and over again. I was here so much and using Granddad's bathroom so often that he had an outhouse built for me over there. . ." he pointed off to our left somewhere ". . .and had a self-composting toilet installed. I haven't been here since the day I rescued Scotty from those assholes that day in the field, though. Haven't needed to be here since then."
We sat in silence again as we waited for Jason to ‘have his moment'. I absentmindedly rubbed his crotch as I had my own special moment in my own special memories. Suddenly, Jason clapped his hands together and announced, "Right! Let's get this show on the road!"
Within minutes, the car was parked and we were busy unloading it. At least Shawn and James were unloading it. The first thing Jason and I unloaded was our clothes. James noticed us after we had pulled off our shirts and shoes and had started undoing our jeans. He looked around nervously as if expecting to find someone peeping at us from behind the trees. Jason noticed his reaction and started to laugh out loud. "Relax, Jimmy. We're all alone here. No-one will bother us. I've already seen to that. We can do whatever the hell we want as long as we're here. For the next few days, it's just the four of us."
"Is this your property?"
"Not yet, but it will be some day. Granddad lives over there for now." Jason paused with his jeans halfway down his humongous thighs and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Well, whenever he's here he lives there. He spends most of his time at his other house out west. Doesn't really like living here anymore. Too cold, he says. Right now, his caretaker looks after the place." As Jason slid the jeans down and off his feet, he nodded toward a nearby pile of firewood and a stack of kindling, carefully covered with a waterproof tarp and weighted down with several large stones. "I phoned him this morning and he brought the wood over for us this morning and started a fire for us and made sure the toilet was ready. I told him we'd be here for a few days and not to come around."
"And he won't?" James asked skeptically.
Jason stood up straight, carefully folding his jeans and grinning. "Gramps isn't the only one who can fire his ass. Trust me, Jimmy. He won't be around, and neither will anyone else."
James sighed and took another quick look around the clearing before returning his attention to the piles of stuff which still had to be unloaded. Before long, he had stripped off his shirt but still wore his tan cotton shorts. Shawn, however, had stripped down to a skimpy pair of sky-blue bikini briefs that cupped his crotch and hugged his ass and left me drooling and imitating a sundial. By my shadow, it was just about noon.
* * * * *
"How in hell did you ever get along without Shawn?"
As he had promised, and at Shawn's insistence, Jason and I sat on a blanket near the campfire with me sitting between Jason's legs, my back resting against his massive, solid, hair-blanketed chest. Jason had a hardon and it pressed against me as I leaned back against him. My own hardon stood straight up from my crotch, pointing up at me. The piss slit in the head winked at me and dripped clear precum as it bounced with unashamed excitement against my belly. Jason's arms encircled my chest, holding me just as he'd said he would. I felt very safe and extremely happy and not the least bit uncomfortable.
Off to our right, on a relatively flat section of ground near the babbling creek, Shawn and James busied themselves erecting the tent which would be our home for the next few days. Jason had mentioned that he'd bought another tent for James and Shawn, but Shawn had convinced his new friend to share the large tent with us. "It's a huge tent, James," Shawn had explained. "It sleeps eight and there's a privacy wall we can roll down between us to make two rooms. Besides. It's not like we haven't seen them fooling around before."
"But they might hear us if we. . . um. . . you know. . ." James had whispered to Shawn, but it was loud enough for me to hear.
Apparently, Jason had heard him, too, and he screamed with laughter as he and I lifted a plastic cooler from the trunk of the car and said, "And you think you won't be able to hear us, Jimmy? You'd hear us even if we set up another tent in the next county!" We had set the cooler down and Jason had wrapped his left arm around James' shoulders and rubbed James' scalp with his knuckles, giving him some noogies. "Ya gotta lighten up, Jimmy. It's nothing we haven't seen each other do before already, right? You can't have fun if you're so uptight" Jason became suddenly serious then and gave James a friendly and encouraging squeeze. "Look. Give it a try tonight. If it bothers you too much and your pecker doesn't cooperate, we'll set up the other tent, okay? Just relax and have fun. That's what we're here for. Well, except for Shawnie. He's here to feed me and then he can go play."
James had joined us in the laughter which followed and then promised to try to relax and enjoy himself.
So, there we were, sitting on the blanket and Jason was holding me from behind.
"Sorry, Babe," he said. "What did you say?"
"I asked how you ever got along without Shawn."
"Seriously, Babe, I have no idea," Jason replied quietly into my ear as he hugged his arms even tighter around me. "I know I ate out a lot. Don't know what I'd do without him now, though. He does so much for me. A lot more than I should expect. He's always been like that, even after he found out I was gay. He didn't give a shit. Maybe he was afraid I'd fire him if he said anything, I don't know. Maybe he really needed the job and just did it and kept his nose out of my business. Or maybe he just didn't care."
"How did he find out?"
"Poor guy. I thought he'd gone grocery shopping but he'd only gone to the convenience store down the street to buy some milk and fresh bread. When he came back, I was sitting stark naked on the sofa with my clothes dropped all over the place and belting back beer and whacking off like crazy to a bunch of guys screwing their brains out on a video tape. Didn't even hear him come back and didn't know he was there until I shot all over the carpet and coffee table and sofa. I grabbed some tissues to clean it up and, next thing I knew, Shawnie was standing right there beside the sofa and telling me not to worry about it, that he would clean it up. Scared the hell out of me at first, but then I realised I was standing there starkers with a half-hardon that was still dribbling my jazz all over the floor and I grabbed a pillow from the sofa to hold over my crotch. Shawnie ignored me and just started cleaning up my mess as if he was wiping up a glass of milk or something I'd spilt. I told him I'd do it, but he told me it was his job and told me not to worry about it.
"I was drunk and embarrassed to shit what with getting caught jerking off like some teenager, and I was so fuckin' scared Shawnie was going to blab my secret all over town, but after I got washed and dressed, I went out to talk to him. He was in the kitchen by then, cooking my supper. I sat him down at the table and offered him a pile of money to keep his mouth shut about what he'd seen me doing and what I was doing it to, but he refused it and said it wasn't anybody's business what I did in my own home, especially his.
"That was the first night Shawnie stayed over at my place and he even ate supper with me. Later, he sat with me and watched me get totally sauced on beer and listened to me go on and on for hours about how miserable my life was because I was so scared someone would find out I'm into guys. We became best friends that night. Nothing ever happened between us, and I didn't even try to go after him. I was too scared to, for one thing. Hell, I was still a virgin with guys. But I was more scared of losing Shawnie as a friend. He was the only one I could talk to. After than night, things started to change and I became more relaxed around him. I stopped worrying about him and did whatever I wanted wherever and whenever I wanted. He's the second-best thing that's ever happened to me and I love him almost as much as I love you."
"And Shawn loves you almost as much as I do," I told him.
"You think so?"
"Oh, I know he does. It's different from when I first met him, but he still loves you."
"How do you mean, ‘different'?"
"Well, he's always loved you as a friend. That was obvious from the moment I met him. But after he started getting into the sex with us, he was scared to death of you. Probably because he saw how rough you treated me sometimes and he thought you might hurt him accidentally if you got carried away. When he found out just how gentle you can be, though, he found another way that he could pay you back for everything you've done for him."
Jason twisted his head around to kiss the ear he'd just talked softly into and I felt his cock swelling against me, jumping against my back and releasing a drop of lube which felt warm and moist against my skin..
I swivelled my hips, letting my back rub against his rod of flesh. "Want me to take care of that for you?"
"No. I told you I'd hold you all day and that's what I'm going to do. We've got the rest of our lives to take care of that. For now, just sit back, relax, and watch Shawnie's ass."
I twisted around, grinning up at him. "How did you know that's what I was looking at?"
"Because you can't see mine."
I stared up at Jason, my eyes locking on his own dark eyes hidden from the sunlight in the shadows of his heavy brows. My grin had turned into a happy smile. I don't remember why I started laughing, but I did. Jason immediately joined me and our voices echoed through the trees. James and Shawn stopped what they were doing and looked at us in befuddled amusement. It was a good laugh, though, and a fun one, and it made Jason want to hug me even harder, so I let him.
For the next few hours, we sat there in the shade of the large trees looming above us, tossing the occasional log on the campfire as it crackled away. Shawn and James continued to set up camp around us. An impromptu kitchen was erected under the large tent awning and Shawn had brought us a cool beer from the ice-filled cooler. Jason and I were sitting together on one of those aluminum chaise lounges by that time. It was much more comfortable and relaxing with its nice, soft cushion of upholstered foam atop the nylon webbing than the fluffy blanket spread out on the hard ground. We were content to share one lounger, but two others sat side-by-side just to the right of us, waiting for James and Shawn to make use of them.
As we watched them, we heard Shawn laughing suddenly at something James had said, and then he kissed James right there on the lips. Even with what James had been through those past few days, we could see his ears turning bright red and he quickly glanced sheepishly and shyly in our direction before turning away again and hiding his embarrassment in his tasks.
"I hope he gets more relaxed around us," Jason said.
"He will, Babe," I said. "Remember, he's pretty new to all this guy-guy stuff. It's going to take him some time to get used to it. I'm surprised he's done as much as he's done, really."
"Heat of the moment," Jason suggested. "He got so excited he forgot where he was and what he was doing. He just did it. Sort of like Shawnie that first time with us, remember? He didn't even realise he was whacking off in front of us until after he'd sprayed his jazz all over the place."
"By then it was too late."
Jason gave me a big hug. "Same thing with Jimmy. He'll come around when he gets more comfortable with us. We've got the next few days to loosen him up and make him feel like family. I'm glad for Shawnie. He deserves someone like Jimmy."
And James, apparently, deserved someone like Shawn. Time would tell, though. For now, I wanted nothing more than to sit back and enjoy Jason's promise to hold me all day long.
* * * * *
Dinner was delicious. Shawn had worked his magic to create a surprisingly wonderful meal using just a Coleman stove and a charcoal briquet hibachi. I had expected peanut butter sandwiches or hot dogs stuck on a stick and cooked over the campfire. Instead we got salad and baked potatoes and cole slaw and marinated steak with sautéed onions and mushrooms. We even had cherry cheesecake for dessert.
As the sun dipped behind the trees to the west, we sat around the little bonfire we'd managed to keep burning. It was so quiet there. No sounds except for the brook, the animal sounds around us, and the leaves of the trees rustling in the breeze. Occasionally we'd hear a siren of some sort in the distance but otherwise we were far enough out in the country to feel that there was no-one else on Earth except us. I thought it would drive me nutso, but I found that I was enjoying the peace and quiet. I could get used to this as long as I could order delivery pizza once a week.
Shawn had set up mosquito coils around the perimeter of the camp and we were comfortably pest free and delightfully naked. Jason was once again holding me from behind in the chaise. His left arm was wrapped around my chest and his right hand lay in my lap with his fingers wrapped around my still-hard cock and lazily stroking it up and down. It hadn't really gone down entirely since we got there earlier that day. My own right hand was now behind me and trapped between our bodies. Jason's rock-hard cock was wrapped in my hand and I did my best to pleasure him with my fingers despite the confined space. Shawn and James sat near us in the side-by-side lounge chairs they had set there. They were still dressed as they had been earlier that afternoon and were holding hands. Shawn's hardon was clearly outlined in his briefs, thick and beautifully shaped, and pointing toward his right hip. The orb shapes of his balls were also clearly and sexily displayed. James probably had a hardon, too, but I couldn't tell for sure. His shorts hid it quite adequately.
"Can I ask you guys a question?" James said suddenly, the light from the campfire dancing on his face.
"Sure," both Jason and I replied at the same time.
"I was wondering why. . . um. . ." James stopped as he twisted uncomfortably in his lounger and looked down toward his legs. "I'm sorry. Never mind. It's none of my business."
"We'll be the judge of that, Jimmy," Jason said. "Ask your question. If we don't think it's any of your business, we'll tell you. Fair enough?"
"Go ahead, James," Shawn prompted, giving James' hand an encouraging shake.
James shifted himself in the chair again, cleared his throat, then looked at us once more. "Well," he said nervously, "you guys like each other, right? I mean, you really like each other. . . a lot?"
"A bit more than liking," I replied with a smile. "More along the lines of loving each other to death."
Again, James cleared his throat. "And you like. . . um. . . you know. . . making love with each other?"
"A whole lot more than ‘like', Jimmy," Jason laughed as he momentarily released my cock and used his arms to hug me even closer to him. "We love sex with each other more than anything else."
There was a short pause before James finally hit us with what had been on his mind. "Then why do you do all that stuff with other guys?"
Jason took the bull by the horns as they say and set about answering James' question. "That's easy, Jimmy. I met Scotty at a party that his roommate invited me to. I didn't know anything about it other than he told me I was gonna get a blowjob from some guy who sucked cock better than anyone he'd ever met. I'd had a few blowjobs from guys before that and I enjoyed them a lot and he promised me I'd regret it if I didn't go. He said his roommate blew him all the time and he was the best cocksucker ever. I walked into the room that night and saw Scotty there and I fell in love with him right then and there. He was the sexiest and most beautiful man I'd ever seen in my life, and his eyes. . . . It was his eyes, I think. I knew I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. Trouble was, I couldn't tell anyone. Not even Scotty. No-one knew I liked guys ‘cept Shawnie, and I couldn't let anyone find out. I had a reputation as a jock stud to keep up. I'd never had sex with a woman, but I didn't need to. All I had to do was to take a few of them out for dinner and then sit back and wait for them to make up their own stories about the wild and crazy sex we had. I got a cover story for a club house sandwich and a kiss.
"Anyway, I stood back at the party, waiting my turn and watching Scotty sucking every cock in the room. But the guys started passing him around like a whore, doing whatever the hell they wanted to do to him and sticking their cocks in any hole that was available. I could have killed them for the way they treated him, but I kept my mouth shut because I was afraid of what they would think if I defended him.
"I hated myself for it, but it turned me on so much at the same time because Scotty looked like he was having the time of his life and I almost came in my pants just watching him. I'd seen lots of porn, as Shawnie can attest to, but I'd never seen anything as sexy and horny as what I was watching there in real life. All I could think of was my cock sliding into that beautiful face of his and those amazing eyes looking up at me. When Scotty finally got around to me and started sucking on my dick, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Like I said, I'd had a few blowjobs before and none of them came close to what Scotty did for me."
Jason went quiet for a moment or two as he remembered. "Anyway, after the party, I came here and I jerked off three times just thinking about Scott and the incredible blowjob he'd given me. The next day, I started following him so I could watch out for him and keep him safe, and every day I fell more and more in love with him. But I was still scared shitless to tell him I loved him in case he told someone else and my secret got out."
He hugged me tighter and kissed me. I had already twisted myself around in his arms so I could look at his face as he talked. "We came here a lot after we made a deal with each other and he started blowing me in return for my protection. Truth was, though, I'd have protected him even if he didn't blow me. I just would have continued doing it secretly. Anyway, the more he sucked me off and let me fuck him, the more I wanted to suck him and let him fuck me, and that frustrated me and made me treat him the way the guys at the party had treated him, and I hated myself for that, too. Believe me, I did a lot of things to him and made him do a lot of things to me that I shouldn't have. That whole ‘quit pro quo' thing. It was such bullshit. If I hadn't been such a wuss, I would have done more than protect him. I would have shown him the love he deserved. All because I was afraid of what people might think of me. I'm not sure I can ever forgive myself for that."
"I already did, Jason," I interrupted. "A long time ago."
He kissed me again, then looked back at James to continue his story. "I had to act that way, you see. I was terrified that anyone might even think I was gay. . . even Scott. So I was a real asshole to him and treated him like my own personal cocksucker and toy that I could use any way I wanted. I tried to make him fall in love with me, but all I did was push him farther away. I even arranged an afternoon for him with Robbie because he'd told me Robbie had asked him for a blowjob. I hoped I'd make him love me for doing that for him, but I ended up spying on him and Robbie instead and getting so horned up from watching them that I humiliated Scott in front of his friend by just about choking him to death when I face-fucked him. But he just sucked me better and harder than he had ever sucked before and I realised his sucking off Robbie had turned him on just as much watching him do it had turned me on. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life.
"That night, I told Shawnie all about it and he told me that I was happier than he'd ever seen me since I gave him the job, and then he called me an idiot."
All eyes moved to Shawn, who was sitting there now with the neatest looking smirk on his face. He just shrugged his shoulders as he looked at me and said, "Well, it was the truth. He was an idiot as far as I was concerned. I knew how bad he felt about the way he treated you and I thought you might eventually get sick of it and take your chances on your own, so I told him he was an idiot if he didn't smarten up and admit that he loved you."
"And that's what I did," Jason continued. "I don't care who knows anymore, and I don't care if anyone finds out I'm gay. I'm in love and I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. That's all that matters to me now. But, getting back to your question, Jimmy. I really didn't want to spend another day without Scott, but I also knew that I loved watching him do other guys as much as he loved doing them. It makes both of us ten times as horny and our sex is always ten times better later on. And that's why we do it. It's all for the sex."
James surprised everyone with his next observation. "But you don't look like someone who. . . um. . . I'm not sure how to say this." We waited until he found the words. "Well, you don't even look gay let alone look like someone who would. . . um. . . do oral sex on a guy or let him. . . you know. . . have sex with you."
"And Scotty does?" Jason asked lightheartedly. "Or Shawnie? Or even you?"
"No," James said quickly, "but we don't look like you. I mean. . . well, you're so handsome and big and you look so. . . well. . . tough and. . . manly. You could make anyone do whatever you want and you wouldn't have to do anything back, but you do. You do oral on guys and let them. . . you know."
"Well, thank you, Jimmy, but that would hardly be fair now, would it?" Jason replied. "I like sucking cock just as much as the next guy, and I don't mind a nice hunk of meat pounding my ass. It's not all about how you look. It's about what you like. How you feel and what makes you feel good. And sucking cock is great and getting fucked feels good. That's why I do it."
James seemed to consider this for a few long, silent moments, then asked, "But why Shawn when you've got all those other guys? I mean. . . well. . . I like him and. . . ."
So that was where all this was going. It took awhile to get there, but we made it. Before we could respond, though. . .
"Do you want me to stop, James?" Shawn asked him suddenly. "I'll stop if you want me to."
"Do you want to stop?" James asked.
Shawn looked over at us. "Jason and Scott are my best friends and they're the closest thing I have to family now. I love both of them with all my heart and I'd do anything for them. Jason has been more like a brother to me than a boss. He took me in when I didn't really have anywhere else to go and gave me a job when I really needed it. He was my only friend for the longest time. And the first person - male or female - that I ever had any sort of sex with was Scott. They've both shown me how to live and how to love, and they've shown me how I could be loved in return." He looked back at James. "No, James, I don't want to stop. But I will if you ask me to."
"Would they. . . um. . ." James was clearly searching for the words he wanted to say, and I was pretty certain I knew what they were. "You know, are they. . . um. . . you know. . . more. . . . Oh, God!" James pulled is hand free from Shawn's grasp as he wriggled around uncomfortably in the chaise again.
Shawn sat upright in his chaise. "James? What is it? What's wrong?"
"I think," I said when I could see James still struggling for the correct words, "James wants to know if he's as important to you as we are."
"James? Is that true?"
James crossed his arms and clutched them tightly over his chest, his head bowed and his gaze averted. Finally, he nodded his head slowly down once, then back up. His eyes lifted to meet Shawn's eyes.
Shawn leaned forward to put his hand on James' arm. James lifted his head and stared into Shawn's handsome young face. "Yes, James, you are. You're very important to me. And that's why I'll stop if you ask me to."
It was quite some time before James replied. Jason and I sat in silence, waiting patiently.
"No. You don't have to stop. I. . . um. . . I just. . ." James paused and glanced briefly at me and Jason before his eyes lowered momentarily to my crotch. Jason's hand was still stroking my cock. When he looked back at Shawn, the cutest smile crossed his lips and he quickly looked down at his fidgety fingers before he said, "It's kinda like watching porn. . . and I kinda like it, too."
"I believe," Jason whispered into my ear, "little Jimmy is beginning to loosen up."
To Be Continued
TAKING CARE OF JASON
Throughout most of my life, the closest I ever came to ‘roughing it' was eating cold pizza by candlelight when the electricity went out during a thunderstorm. I was never really into nature. It was just there to keep the cities and towns from running into each other. And I've never really paid any attention to the night sky before until that night. I sort of noticed something up there but I didn't really know that I was seeing it at first, but then it suddenly came into focus and I recognised it for what it was. . . the Big Dipper. I'd seen it in pictures, but never in real life. I could see the hand and the dipper. I knew there was a Little Dipper up there, too, but I had no idea how to find it. I've since learned that the two outside stars of the dipper part point to the North Star, and that's the first star in the handle of the Little Dipper, but this really isn't the time for a science lesson, is it?
Anyway, I might have been more excited about finding the Big Dipper had Jason not been distracting me by trying to swallow my cock at that same moment.
The campfire was crackling away and adding a sexy atmosphere to the evening, as if it weren't sexy enough. I was sprawled out on the chaise, my legs spread wide and my feet planted on the grass on either side of the chaise. My toes were pointing up to the night sky. Jason straddled the other end of the chaise, facing me and bending himself over me with his face shoved in my crotch. His hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and his mouth covered the rest. He still couldn't deep throat me but I didn't care. There wasn't anyone else I'd rather get a blowjob from than my Jason. He could have been the world's worst cocksucker, but just the fact that he went at it so enthusiastically and sucked my dick just because he wanted to do it was enough to make his blowjobs the best ever. What he may have lacked in talent, he certainly made up for it in determination and gusto.
My head rolled to the right and, in the flickering firelight of the campfire and the silky glow of the city lights I knew I would see if I looked behind me over my other shoulder, I saw James and Shawn sitting not far away from us, still holding hands and watching us. James was still dressed in his shorts but his right hand rested over his crotch. One fingers teased the long, solid tube of flesh hidden beneath the material as his attention switched back and forth between me and Jason and his new best friend, Shawn. Shawn was sitting in another chaise to James' left. He had pushed his sky-blue underwear down and hooked the waistband under his balls and now lay back in the chaise, lazily and casually stroking his rock-hard rod with his left hand as he watched us.
I couldn't imagine being any happier than I was at that moment. I was in love with the man of my dreams and, what's more, he was in love with me. Through him, I had met one of the most delightful and caring and sexy young men I've ever had the privilege to meet, and I was getting to know another young man equally delightful and caring and sexy. I would do anything for any of them and I knew that at least two of them would do anything for me.
Jason was rich. How rich I still don't know. But that doesn't matter to me. Even if he was penniless. . . even if the car he drove was all he could afford rather than being a cover for his wealth. . . I wouldn't have cared. Wherever he made his home, there would be my home as well. He said he'd take care of me forever and I believed him because I knew I'd take care of Jason forever as well. Whatever he wanted of me, he would get. Somehow I knew I would be spending the rest of my life taking care of Jason. Such was my love for him.
At that moment, though, Jason was taking care of me. A loud slurp as he lifted his hot, wet mouth off my cock brought be back to the present. He immediately bent even lower and stuck out his tongue, flapping it around as quickly as butterfly wings to lick at and tickle my nuts.
I groaned my pleasure and somehow managed to open my legs even more, giving Jason access to as much of my crotch as he wanted. My eyes closed momentarily and, when I opened them again, Shawn was stroking his cock with more enthusiasm now. I believe I licked my lips subconsciously and I believe Shawn took it as an invitation because he leaned toward James and said something to him that I couldn't hear. James looked at me briefly, then back at Shawn and he nodded his head. Shawn stood up then, holding his hardon in his right hand now, and walked behind the chaise with his crotch hanging temptingly over my face. With his thumb, he pushed his hard cock down as I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. He aimed his cockhead directly at my lips. As his hips moved forward, his cock slid inside, over my tongue, and easily into my throat.
With his balls bumping my nose with every thrust of his hips, Shawn slid his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed the material over his ass and down his thighs, bending over me slightly as he did so. I could see and feel him lifting one foot at a time to step out of them and kicking them away somewhere into the darkness. Personally, I didn't care if they landed in the campfire.
Shawn tenderly grasped the sides of my face with his warm hands and began some serious face fucking. I moaned my excitement into his meat. That caused Shawn's cock to swell inside my throat and his own moans of excitement soon joined mine which caused a chain reaction with my own cock inside Jason's mouth and caused him to moan too, which caused me to moan even more and. . . well, you get the idea.
The slurping and sucking and moaning and face fucking went on for a few minutes before Shawn pulled back his hips and his delicious and throat-filling cock slid out of my mouth. I groaned at the loss until I saw him turn around and face the other direction. He was holding his hard and spit-moist cock in his hand again. I knew immediately what he was doing and I lifted the arms of the chaise which would lower the back until I was lying almost horizontally. Shawn positioned himself above me and spread his legs slightly, and then he began to sit down.
He paused partway down, the cheeks of his luscious ass hanging above me and blocking out the stars, and I could see him straining to look around and try to get his bearings. To help him, I reached up and planted one hand on the side of each cheek and guided him into position. As he drew nearer and nearer, I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go. A few moments later and Shawn was balanced quite comfortably on my face. I didn't have to seek out his asshole with my tongue. Shawn soon had the two lined up perfectly and I went to work as he began stroking his cock once more.
Shawn's ass was hot and moist and musky after spending all day in his shorts and underwear, but it was a clean, intoxicating muskiness that sent my senses reeling and sent tingles of electric excitement all through my crotch. Call me selfish, but I prayed that this was one talent James would never enjoy doing. Shawn loved getting rimmed almost as much as I loved rimming him. I could handle it if he didn't let me blow him anymore or if he stopped seasoning my breakfast with his ‘special sauce', but I wasn't sure I could handle him depriving me of that delicious bottom of his! Just like that old saying goes: As long as I have a face, Shawn has a place to sit.
I didn't have to do much work, really. Just kept my tongue stiff and pointed for the most part. Shawn did most of the work for me. His ass mashed itself onto my face and he swirled and humped his hips, sliding his asshole back and forth over my lips and tongue and swirling it around and around in circles. Once in awhile, I'd grab hold of his thighs and hold him still and give his butt a real working over but, for the most part, he put his ass where he wanted to be licked.
James appeared in my line of sight not long after that, kneeling on the ground between Shawn's legs and resting his arms on Shawn's thighs as he leaned in for a closer view. He watched Shawn stroking his cock in a steady rhythm. Once, he bent lower and lifted Shawn's balls out of the way with his fingertips so he could see my tongue flapping in Shawn's ass. I watched as Shawn lifted his left hand and allowed his fingers to gently stroke the side of James' head. James looked up at him, then down to Shawn's cock. Ever-so-slowly, James leaned forward, pursing his lips as he did so, until his lips pressed against the underside of Shawn's cockhead where it joins the shaft, and then I watched as he kissed it and extended his own tongue and traced the sensitive ridge of the corona.
Shawn stopped stroking and I could feel him beginning to shudder with excitement as James teased his cock rim. And then James leaned in even further and slid his lips over the entire head, licking and suckling at it and sending Shawn's entire body aquiver. I could feel his asshole flexing and his ass cheeks squeezing my face cheeks and I pressed forward, spearing my tongue into him as far as I could make it go. Above me, I could see his cock jump in James' mouth with each thrust of my piercing tongue. Blowjobs always feel better with an anxious tongue shoved up your ass.
All too soon, though, James let his lips slide off Shawn's cockhead and he gave it a final kiss before he began to kiss his way down the shaft toward Shawn's hefty balls which were still cradled on James' fingertips. He twisted his head sideways about halfway down the shaft, kissing along the underside of the ridge there as he drew closer and closer to Shawn's precious orbs. He paused before he reached them, moved his head and his hand away, and looked down at me. Our eyes met and I could see them twinkling in the flickering firelight, and then I saw him smile at me. The smile was still on his face as he leaned forward once more and tenderly and lovingly kissed both of Shawn's balls before he began to lick them with as much love and tenderness as he'd done to Shawn's cock.
Shawn began to move again soon after that, slowly sliding backwards toward my upper chest and away from my mouth. My tongue traced along his ‘tween' - that sensitive ridge of flesh between his balls and his asshole - and I could hear a mousy squeak above me as it passed over my tongue. Soon enough, I was smiling as I sent my tongue into overdrive. A sigh of deep satisfaction escaped Shawn's lips as he continued moving back. Finally, he was sitting lightly on my chest and his balls were dangling over my open mouth. My lips and tongue fought each other to get at them, yet they worked with each other to bring as much pleasure to Shawn as they could.
Meanwhile, since Shawn's arrival to join the party, I could feel my own pleasure building. I knew I was getting close to popping my nuts and they were plunging hell bent for leather toward blasting their contents down my Jason's throat. I redoubled my efforts, noticing that James' face was now very close to mine as we tongued Shawn's nuts. James seemed to be watching me and copying my movements as if taking lessons. I could feel his warm, sweet breath blowing over my forehead and cheek and nose and I breathed it in. It blended nicely with Shawn's crotch and ass smells. I made a special mental note to repeat the performance with James at some later date when there was more light for him to see what I was doing.
That mental note, however, was quickly shoved into a back corner of my mind as I sucked Shawn's entire left nut into my mouth and he groaned one of those groans that makes you feel as good as he does because you made it happen. James tried to copy me with Shawn's right nut but, possibly fearing that he might hurt Shawn if he tried, he seemed to change his mind and tilted his head toward me and carefully wrapped his lips around it instead. By doing that, though, his face made contact with mine a few times. He didn't seem to object, so I didn't, either. We even managed to touch lips once or twice, but he wasn't quite as comfortable with that as I was and pulled away quickly when we made contact.
With everything going on and all the sex sounds in the air, I was soon at the point of no return and I released Shawn's testicle from my mouth, clenched my eyes shut tight, and buried my face in the valley between his balls and his left hip as I began blowing my load into Jason. Of course, Jason took it like the man he is and held on with both hands. He turned his lungs and mouth into a vacuum machine and it felt like he was sucking my balls right up through my cock and out the slit at the tip. I could feel him swallowing over and over and over again as he sucked more and more of my jism out of my nuts. I swear, if he sucked any harder, the moon would have shifted in its orbit.
Shawn began to move again midway though my orgasm, sliding forward once more, and I finished my orgasm with my screams of ecstacy being muffled by his ass as he clamped his cheeks over my face. I could feel his asshole grasping at my tongue, practically begging it to drive itself as deep into him as it could go, and I was only too happy to oblige. And the harder my tongue pushed against his pucker, the more intense my orgasm was. All too soon, though, it was over. There was nothing left for Jason to suck out. I clutched Shawn's ass cheeks in my hands and sucked desperate breaths of air through my nose as I came down from my orgasm.
Jason lifted his head away from my deflating cock and he stood up from the chaise and moved toward the head of the chair. Eventually I managed to open my eyes again to see James sucking Shawn's cock once more. Beyond James, I could hear Jason's gentle groans and the unmistakable sounds of Shawn sucking on Jason's cock. Shawn continued rocking his hips, grinding his ass against my face and driving his cock into James' mouth at the same time. James' armpits still rested on Shawn's thighs and his right hand was wrapped around the base of Shawn's cock. He couldn't take much more than just the head from the angle he was sucking it, but that seemed to be enough for Shawn. By the twitching of his ass and the way his balls pulled up tight to his body, I could tell that he, too, was quickly approaching orgasm and I renewed my efforts once more to make it as enjoyable for him as I could.
As my tongue drilled into Shawn's ass, my fingers curled themselves around his hips, digging into his skin and holding him fast, letting him know that I didn't want him to move. I could feel his entire body beginning to shimmy above me and then I could hear his clear, unmuffled moans and groans which quickly turned into grunts of impending explosions. I knew them for what they were but James apparently mistook them. I think he thought he was hurting Shawn and he immediately released Shawn's ready-to-blast cock from his mouth. He still held Shawn's cock in his hand, but he didn't stroke it or anything. He just held it. He was looking up at Shawn's face when it happened.
The first blast of cum was seriously powerful and shot out of Shawn's bouncing cock like one of those squirty cans of whipped cream, catching James completely by surprise and hitting him smack dab in the middle of his forehead. I could hear it splatter and then I felt a few of the stray droplets of warm jism splashing onto my own face. Another contraction blasted a long, stringy shot of cum all over James' face and chin and chest before he managed to recover enough to get Shawn's pumping organ back between his lips so he wouldn't waste the rest. I actually smiled into Shawn's ass when I heard the delightful sounds and grunts and whimpers he made after James' mouth wrapped around his cock again. He was certainly enjoying the experience of getting sucked and rimmed at the same time.
As I worked his ass, James worked Shawn's cock. He forged ahead like a trouper and managed to hold on to the end and didn't spill another drop of Shawn's sweet cum. I knew what he was tasting. I'd tasted it often enough myself, and I didn't blame James for not wanting to waste any of it.
I coaxed out Shawn's orgasm as long as I could, teasing and tantalising him and making him clamp his ass muscles around my face as he silently begged me to keep working my tongue. I could still feel his body heaving with his gasps of breath. But I'm not a miracle worker and I couldn't make the orgasm last forever. It ultimately came to an end and Shawn entered the euphoric after-cum phase. He slumped against Jason and his entire body relaxed. Earlier, he had been balancing himself on my face. Now, though, his legs failed him completely and he literally sat on my face with his entire weight. I didn't mind. I could still breath. James ceased his gulping and merely held Shawn's spent cock in his mouth before finally pulling away and letting it slip with a satisfied slurp from his lips.
It was over.
But there were still two people who hadn't cum yet, and it was their turn next.
I thought I might take over for Shawn and finish blowing Jason so Shawn could take care of James but, when he finally composed himself enough to move, Shawn simply lifted his ass from my face and dropped to his knees in front of Jason and sucked his still-hard cock back into his mouth and burying his nose in Jason's pubes. I rolled over onto my belly, facing James. He'd moved back a bit but was still kneeling on the ground and, in the flickering light from the campfire, I could see Shawn's cum still dripping down his face and chest. One stream of it had left a sticky, moist trail right down to the waistband of his shorts and another was racing down his body to join the first. I actually envied those small streams of jizz.
I watched as James lifted his hand to his cheek and swept it across and over his lips, gathering the cum from Shawn's explosion onto his fingers. I watched intently, expecting him to lick it off but, to my horror, he quickly reached down to wipe his fingers on the grass.
"No!!" I yelled as I scrambled off the chaise. James froze, looking at me, and Shawn jumped, making Jason grunt in pain and pull his cock from Shawn's mouth.
"Fuck, Scotty!" Jason shouted. "You trying to turn me into Bobbitt or something?"
"Sorry, Jason," I apologised quickly, but my attention was on James. "Please don't do that, James," I told him as I moved around the chaise to kneel in front of him and grab his wrist.
"Don't do what?" a confused and startled James asked Shawn.
"I don't think Scott wants you to waste it on the grass," Shawn replied.
James glanced quickly at his hand, then back at Shawn. "What do you mean?"
"I think," Shawn said, "he wants to clean it off himself."
Even in the dark, I could see James' eyes open with sudden understanding. "You mean. . ." he began, then turned to me. "You mean you want to. . . wipe it off?"
"He wants to lick it off you, Jimmy," Jason said. I could hear the amusement in his voice.
James looked at Jason as if to see if Jason was teasing him, then at Shawn, and finally at me again. "Really?" he asked. His voice sounded so innocent, yet intrigued.
"I'd like to," I said hopefully, "if you ‘ll let me."
James just looked at me. I had let go of his wrist, but he didn't move his hand. He just left it there with the palm facing up with his collection of cum sparkling in the firelight. And then he looked back at Shawn.
"It's your decision, James," Shawn said almost whispering. "No-one can make it for you. You have to start trusting them sooner or later. Might as well start now."
James paused only a moment before saying, "I just don't want you to get mad at me if I do."
"If it's what you want to do, then I want you to do it. I won't get mad." And, with that, Shawn went back to sucking Jason's cock.
James watched him for a half a minute or so and then looked back at me, but he didn't say anything.
"Scared?" I asked, trying to sound as gentle and soothing as I could.
He nodded. "A bit."
"Just remember one word. ‘Stop'. If I go anywhere outside your comfort zone, just tell me. Okay?"
James nodded after a few anxious heartbeats.
"Would you like me to?" I asked.
A few more anxious heartbeats later and James nodded again. I gave him a few moments to prepare himself and then reached out and took his wrist again. Slowly I moved his hand closer to me, then bent over it and began cleaning it with my lips and tongue. Shawn's cream was still warm from the heat of James' hand and its pungent flavour mingled with the taste of James' skin. The flavours were absolutely intoxicating and almost made me feel dizzy.
Before I fainted from the excitement, though, I maneuvered his hand slightly and sucked his entire index finger into my mouth, guiding it to slide in and out as I gently sucked it clean before giving it a pseudo blowjob. And then I did the same with his thumb and his other fingers until there wasn't a single drop of Shawn's cum left on James' hand.
I took him by both hands then and stood up, guiding James to his feet. We stood there, looking at each other eye-to-eye for a few moments and then I released his hands and moved mine to the sides of his neck and gently nudged his head down a bit as I leaned in to him. I licked the cum from his short hair first. I could smell and taste the faint aroma of the campfire smoke mixed with the scent of the shampoo he'd used that morning. When his hair was suitably cleaned, I moved to his forehead and lower, advancing cautiously and slowly, ready to stop the moment he told me to. But he didn't say anything, even as I passed my lips and tongue across his own lips. I had moved my hands to his shoulders by that time, so he was free to pull his head away from me, but he didn't.
I could easily have taken advantage of the moment, but I didn't. Instead, I continued cleaning Shawn's cum from James' cheeks and jaws and chin, then down to his neck and on down to his chest. I was really getting into James' smell and flavour and I almost lost myself in it when I ran my lips over his right nipple. For just a few moments, I forgot myself and began to suckle on his nipple, teasing it as I would for someone I was making love to. Besides, it perked up so nibbly nice and hard. It was only when I was moving over to his other nipple that I came to my senses and remembered my boundaries. Still, since James hadn't objected or made any move to stop me, I gave his left nipple a twiddle or two just so it wouldn't feel left out and so it would match its partner.
Back to the task at hand, though. My tongue found those trails of cum between his smooth pecs. You remember . . . the trails that travelled all the way down to the waistband of his shorts. Well, my tongue was travelling down there as well and I dropped to my knees in front of James as I went lower and lower. My forearms were pressed against his sides and my elbows rested on his hips. Suddenly, I was met with something totally unexpected. My chin bumped into something hard, warm, smooth, and slightly wet. I knew immediately what it was.
I pulled my head back to look and was met with a delightful surprise. Somehow, without my knowledge, Shawn had weaselled his right hand between me and James and had undone the button and zipper of James' shorts. With the flaps pulled apart, Shawn now had his hand wrapped securely around the solid and throbbing shaft of James' cock which was pointing straight up. A whole thumb's worth of it was sticking out of the waistband of his bright, white underwear that almost glowed even in the dim light of the campfire. I'd already seen it totally bare back at the flat, but somehow it more interesting and intriguing there at the camp, maybe because I was so close to it and because I'd had something to do with making it as hard as it was and leaking precum to boot.
I could feel the slickness of his lube beneath my chin where it had bumped the head of his cock and I automatically moved my thumb to it, wiped across the skin there to gather it up, and moved it to my lips. I was still sucking on the delightful liquid when I looked up at James who was staring down at me and watching my every move.
Our eyes locked and the only sounds we heard were the sucking sounds from Shawn and Jason and James' laboured breathing as he stood there waiting to see what was going to happen next. I was almost certain he wanted me to go further and blow him. At least he wasn't telling me not to, or doing anything to hide himself.. But, when he looked down at Shawn, I sort of got the feeling that he wanted to ask Shawn's what he should do, or perhaps to ask Shawn's permission. He never asked his question, but he got his answer soon enough.
Shawn twisted himself slightly without letting go of Jason's meat so he could see us and he pulled his hand away from James' crotch and moved it behind my head. When his fingers reached my hair, he nudged my head forward until my lips were pressed against the head of James' cock. We had our answer and James gasped. I paused to give him a few moments to stop me if he wished. He didn't. His deep sigh and his hands moving to my shoulders told me he was okay with it.
Shawn's hand disappeared from behind me and, as my own hands slid down James' body to the waistband of his shorts, James began wriggling his hips. I thought he was doing it to swirl his cockhead against my lips, but I soon realised that Shawn was now trying to tug the shorts down by pulling on the legs and James was wriggling his hips to make it easier. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and helped as well.
James was leaking a lot of lube by then and his cock was jumping and pulsating against my lips. With his shorts finally pulled down and discarded with a kick of his foot, I swept my mouth over James' scorching cockhead and tucked my thumbs into the elastic of his briefs. As I rolled them down, my mouth followed them, sliding down the shaft. The head reached the entrance to my throat, but I didn't stop until his entire cock was engulfed inside me. I could feel it throbbing in my throat as James moved his hands from my shoulders to my head where he entwined in his fingers in my hair and held me fast.
I barely had the chance to enjoy it, though. I like to think it was my talent and abilities, but I'm sure it was nothing more than the excitement of the moment. I'd managed to pull back to the head so I could give it a quick suckle before burying it in my throat again and repeat that movement twice before James unleashed his own orgasm. He sagged against me, holding tightly and almost ripping my hair out by the roots. I was sure he was going to collapse on top of me. I tried to steady him with my hands on his hips and looked up his body in time to see Jason grab him around the waist and pull him back to his feet. I'm sure he would have sagged right to the ground like a scarecrow without straw if Jason hadn't kept his arm there to hold him up.
James' head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open and the most sexy and exciting sounds were coming out of it. They were enough to give me another hardon. I couldn't see if his eyes were closed, but I suspect they were. Meanwhile, his cock pumped a very sizable load of his juices into me which I eagerly and gratefully accepted. Other deeper grunts and moans from beside me told me that Jason was unloading his nuts into Shawn at the same time.
Shawn had sampled Jason's cream many times, but this was my first taste of James' juices, and I wasn't disappointed. It was stronger and more heady than I was used to, but it wasn't any less enjoyable and tasty. For a cum connoisseur like me, it was like sampling a new wine and I savoured each and every minute drop of it, holding it on my tongue and gathering it in my cheeks before swallowing it to make room for the next course.
When it was all finished, I stayed where I was, holding James' cock in my mouth until he released my head and I slowly let his spent cock slip from between my lips. I looked up. Jason was still holding our new friend upright. James was smiling.
"So, what did you think?" I asked him later as we sat around the campfire enjoying a final beer before heading off to the tent for the night. Jason and I shared one chaise and James and Shawn shared another. We were all still naked and James seemed completely comfortable being so.
"It was pretty good," James replied. "Please don't be offended, but I like it a lot better when Shawn does it."
"Well, that's how it's supposed to be, isn't it?" I told him. "We're just an extra mouth when Shawn's isn't available. We're not replacements, James. We're just temporary substitutes."
"And we're also officially your family, Jimmy," Jason said. "Once you share your jazz with us, you're in. From now on, our home is your home. You're welcome to be there with Shawn as much as you want."
"Thank you," he replied.
Later, with the fire safely extinguished and the darkness surrounding us, we retired to the tent where Jason fucked me big time. Beside us, within arm's reach, Shawn and James were lying side-by-side and mouth-to-crotch, locked in a sweet and noisy sixty-nine. I was jerking off with my right hand and playing with James' ass cheeks with my lift. James didn't seen bother by my hand and he wasn't very concerned about us hearing them. There were countless exclamations of pleasure and bliss. I certainly didn't mind hearing them, of course. Listening to the sounds of their sex was like an aphrodisiac and, when they came, it sent both me and Jason over the edge as well.
It had been a long and busy day and we were all asleep shortly after that. Shawn and James were already awake when we woke up in the morning. They were both dressed in clean underwear but Jason and I stayed naked as usual. We took a piss in the grass nearby before going to the bend in the stream where the water gathered into something of a pool. That was our makeshift sink where we could wash ourselves. We would go home later that morning for a proper shower and come back again.
We sat around in the water, relaxing and enjoying the coolness swirling around us until Shawn called us for breakfast. The scrambled eggs he served me had been topped with his special sauce. I smiled at him, winked, and said, "Why, Shawn. You sneaky little devil you."
He just smiled and winked back at me. I scooped up a forkful of eggs and popped them into my mouth. I chewed once, paused, then chewed again. A smile fell across my face as I looked up at Shawn and James who were sitting nearby. "Why, James," I said. "You sneaky little devil you."
Shawn screamed a victorious cry. "Ha!!" He punched his fists into the morning air and said to James, "I told you he'd be able to tell the difference! You owe me five bucks, man!!"
James patted his underwear. "I don't seem to have any money," he said. "Will you take an IOU?"
"No, but I'll take it out in trade."
James lips split into a wide grin. "Now that's a bet I don't mind paying."
"And it's a bet I'll be collecting," Shawn said. "Count on it."
And then James kissed Shawn right on the lips and his adorable little ears didn't even turn red.
* * * * *
I was looking forward to being able to take a nice, hot shower. I didn't mind roughing it in the country, but I would much rather be roughing it with a full hot-water shower and bath. James and Shawn rode in the back seat of the car. I couldn't see what they were doing, but I suspect their hands were as busy as mine were. Not that Jason minded. He always liked it when I played pretend Pac Man when he drove us around and I couldn't imagine a better joystick to play it with.
We were pulling into the apartment complex and heading for the underground parking garage when James said, "Isn't that your friend?"
"Who?" I asked as I looked around.
"Where?" Jason asked as he stepped on the brakes.
"Over there," James said. "Under the tree near the fountain."
We all looked the young man rising to his feet and walking toward us.
"You're right," I said. "It is."
To Be Continued
Woot! (I know...I'm a geek...) But I was very excited to see a double post from Neil. And boy was it hot.
Hope everything is going well for you Neil. Keep up the great work here and on Watching Brad.
P.S. Still love the rotating SG1 quotes in your signature.
Oh Neil! Your writing talents are just beyond wonderful!
Thanks for keeping us entertained!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
This is'nt just porn, its a tale true to life and really portrays the intense relationship that can and does exist between guys, when they cease bullshitting each other, and allow themselves the utter luxury of loving sex. Thanks once again Neil: Your stories are so wonderfully moving in more ways than one. Perhaps the Latin, "Per Ardua Ad Astra", best describes your literary talents!
you have made my day Neil!!!!!! 2 hot chapters and more to cum i hope!
It's been so long since we creeped their apartment I had forgotten what huge jism producers they where. Thanks for reminding us Neil.
Wow! It's as if Neil is sucking the cum right out of me. Hee Hee!
Two GREAT chapters!!! You had me going too. Loved them both. Thank you Thank you!!!!
Wow!! Neil thank you, two great chapters ... what a bonus!! What a delight!! Is the 'friend' leading to a shower scene? Lol!
Looking forward to more, as you can manage it.
BIG HUGS dear guy
Great story! Just started reading yesterday, and read all the chapters. Love it!
ive cummed 3 times while reading these
ok i just realized something i have been in bed all day and havvent atten a thing your a very good writer lol KEEP THEM CUMMING
Neil... I hate to sound negative but, I have read the first few chapters and I liked the storyline. The the further I got I started to re-think that. I know everyone have their fetish but, what ever happened to a relationship where there is just two people in love? Yeah, I know I can just leave and not finish reading but, your storylines are really good until there is an orgy sort of speak going on. I just wanted to give my thoughts and if I offended anyone that have a lifestyle like the one that is portrayed in your story i'm sorry about that but theses are my feelings.
I stopped in to see if there was anymore chapters in here.
I have a number of other stories in this forum which you would probably enjoy more. You can find them linked in this thread: http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=107877