(This is a story I've been tinkering with lately, especially since I finished the Stargate stories. It won't be as long as 'Watching Brad', but it should keep you occupied for a few days. I hope you enjoy it. - Neil)
TAKING CARE OF JASON
"Please, God," I asked in a silent prayer, "just get me out of this alive!"
I was in deep, deep trouble. I'm a pretty big guy. I can take care of myself. But I couldn't take care of myself this time. I was scared, and I'm not ashamed to tell you. I was trapped. Two guys had me by the arms and there was no way I could escape. The third guy was standing in front of me. I should have used my shoulder bag when I had the chance.
"You want this, don't you, you fuckin' fag?" He stood in front of me with his hands cupping his crotch and shoving it at me. "You want this cock? Tell my boys how much you want it! Come on, tell them!"
I'd seen him around college. I didn't know his name, though.
"After you take care of me, you can take care of my boys. Blond or redhead. Take your pick." He grinned at me. "Get him down, boys," he said with a sneer.
I felt a leg kicking at the back of my knees and down I went. I started crying. "Please," I said. I grasped the strap of my shoulder bag as if it would protect me somehow.
"Listen to the Queer Boy. Beggin' for it." The guy in front of me stepped forward and pushed his jeans-covered crotch into my face. I could smell him and I almost puked. I pulled my head away, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back into him again, grinding his hips in a circle. I could feel his hardon pressing against his jeans.
I closed my eyes and I cried. "Please, God," I begged, "please help me!"
"Let him go."
The voice came from my right somewhere. It sounded somehow familiar, but I wasn't sure. I kept my eyes closed, even after the guy in front of me let go of my hair and stepped back. I sucked in a big breath of clean-smelling air.
"Aw, come on, Jason," the guy said. "Queer Boy wants it. He's beggin' for it on his knees."
"I saw how he got on his knees," the voice said.
I could feel the hands holding me relaxing a bit. I opened my eyes slowly and looked to the right. I knew Jason. I'd sucked him off a few weeks ago when I had been ganged up on by another group of guys. Jason was big and he scared me a bit. Okay, he scared me a lot! But not as much as the three assholes around me. He was wearing tight jeans that clearly showed the tube of his cock. His black T-shirt was as black as the hair that poked out of the neckline. His biceps bulged out, stretching the material of his Tee and forming itself to his pecs and abs. He was standing there, a few strides away. His legs were parted and his arms were folded over his chest.
"Let him go," he repeated. His eyes shot laser beams from under his heavy, dark eyebrows.
Nobody moved. . . except Jason. He grabbed the bottom hem of his Tee and pulled it over his head. He held it in his hand. He was a scary-looking guy at the best of times. Handsome, but scary. He was terrifying when he stood there with his shirt off. There were muscles everywhere, and that mat of black hair covered it all.
His brows curled down and his eyes narrowed. His face turned hard and deadly.
"Let. . . him. . . go!"
The hands let me go and I scrambled away as fast as I could toward my left.
"Freeze!" Jason's voice pierced me and I couldn't move. I froze. "Over here!" he said to me.
I turned my head to look at him. "Over here," he said. I don't know what it was, but I saw a look in his eyes, even at that distance, and I felt that ‘over here' would be the safest place for me to be. I gave the three a wide berth as I circled them and made my way quickly toward Jason. I scanned the soccer field for a place to run, but everywhere was the same. Except for a car parked near the street, which is the one place I didn't want to be if it belonged to Jason, I was still trapped. But, at least with Jason, I'd only get the shit kicked out of me by one man and not three.
"Here," he said, pointing to the ground beside and just in front of him. I walked to where he pointed and stopped. The three other guys were standing there, watching.
Jason calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jackknife. "Oh, shit," I thought. He handed me his T-shirt, opened the blade, and I prepared myself for the worst, but he held the knife in his left hand and ran his right thumb over the blade. Blood appeared, but Jason didn't even flinch. And then his thumb was coming at my face. I backed away again.
"Don't move," Jason whispered. I froze again and closed my eyes. The thumb touched my forehead and I could feel a ‘J' being traced on it. The thumb disappeared, and then I heard the snap of the blade as he closed it. I opened my eyes.
Jason was slipping the knife back into his pocket, then he licked the blood from his thumb. He looked up at the three guys standing in front of us. "Spread the word," Jason said. "He belongs to me."
"You can't lay claim to him like that, asshole," the guy with the smelly crotch said.
Jason flexed. His biceps bulged and his pecs bounced. His stomach pulled tight and taut. "You want to fight for him? I'll fight ya. One at a time or all three together. Makes no difference to me." His hands balled into fists.
The blond started to back away. "I don't need a blowjob that bad." He turned around and walked away. The redhead followed close behind. They stopped a short distance away, waiting for their friend.
"Spread the word," Jason repeated. "He belongs to me. If you or anyone else touches him, I'll rip your fuckin' faces off and shove them up your ass." Even I jumped when Jason shouted, "Got it!!?"
Smelly Crotch could only nod.
Jason held out his hand for his Tee. I gave it to him and he pulled it on. "Get in my car," he said.
"I'm not going anywhere with. . ."
"If you want to stay in one piece, you'll get your ass in my car." I didn't move. "My car or I leave you to fend for yourself. Your choice."
I looked over at Smelly Crotch and his friends. I decided that, if I had to suck a cock today, I'd rather it be Jason's. I started walking to his car. I could hear him walking close behind.
We reached the car and I got inside. Jason walked around to the other side, opened the door, and climbed in behind the wheel. He just sat there, staring out the window. I waited, but he didn't say anything. He didn't even move. He just sat there. I clutched my shoulder bag to my chest, holding it like a shield in front of me.
Now, I told you before, I'm no wimp. I can take care of myself one-on-one. I'm average height and weight, and I've got a bit of muscle on me. I'm one of those weird guys with blond hair and dark eyebrows. Everyone thinks I bleach it, but I don't. That's just the way it is. My pubes are blond, too, but the ‘V' of hair going to my navel gets darker as it goes up. No hair above that, though, except for a few around my nipples. People are always saying that I have ‘magnetic eyes'. They're iridescent blue. And I've got one of those ‘pretty' faces. I wish I was handsome, but I'm not. I'm pretty. That doesn't help when you're gay. Well, I suppose it helps gay guys, but a straight guy would be pretty pissed off. A lot of guys liked getting sucked off by pretty faces.
Jason should be more my type. He probably would be if he hadn't been part of a group of gangbangers. That was my fault, though, really. I'd been servicing a classmate for months and he told me about a party he was going to. He knew my type. He was it. He told me there would be two other guys like him at the party. There were going to be three others as well, more my size.
"Cocksucker's Paradise," I said off-handedly. But Mike took me at my word and told me the next day that I was invited to the party. I'd have all the cock I could handle. Jason was there and I started drooling. But, things got out of hand. The more the guys got, the more they wanted, and the sooner they wanted it. Two guys came three times in one hole or another. Three other guys came twice. Jason came only once, in my mouth.
On a guy like me, Jason's cock would be huge. On Jason, it actually looked small. Not ‘tiny' small - just ‘not-so-big' small. Still, it was thick and did a good job of prying my jaws apart. The head almost made me gag. I didn't see him naked, though, as much as I would have liked it. Only one guy stripped entirely and I wasn't particularly interested in him. Jason just opened his jeans and tucked his Jockeys under his balls. This was the first time I'd seen him without a shirt.
He's got a nice face. Handsome, strong, rugged. Acne had never touched this boy. Like I said, he had jet-black hair, and his stubble was just as black. He kept it all trimmed down as if he had full-time three-day whiskers. It was hot, believe me. His eyes were dark, and he had this way of always tilting his head down a bit when he talked to you, sort of like the way Superman talked to Lex Luthor in his subway lair in that movie. Actually, shorten Christopher Reeve's hair and give him three-day stubble and you'd have a good idea of what Jason looked like.
As I said, just my type. If he wasn't such an asshole!
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked timidly.
Still, he didn't move. I waited some more.
"Look, if you want a blowjob, I'll. . ."
He glanced my way and I shut up, but I realized he was looking out the window. I followed his gaze. Smelly Crotch, Blondie, and Red were still standing there, watching us, wondering, waiting.
Jason sat there, looking at them for a long time before he turned to me and said, "Leave your bag in here and get out."
I did as I was told. I stood near the car, waiting. The other door finally opened and Jason stepped out. He walked around the front of the car and stopped in front of me. He calmly undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was almost hard by then, and it was getting harder all the time.
"Suck me," he said calmly.
I looked around, then at the three guys. They were approaching us slowly. He noticed my gaze. "Scott," he said, and I looked back, my face full of fear and apprehension. "If you want to get out of here alive, you'll suck it now." I didn't understand the tone of his voice. It wasn't really an order. It was more of a suggestion. A recommendation.
"No-one will hurt you if you do as I tell you."
I glanced once more at the threesome and dropped to my knees. I grabbed Jason's cock in my hand, opened my mouth, and sucked the whole thing down in one go. I was acquainted with his cock, as I said earlier, so I knew what to expect, and I knew I could handle it. I believed Jason for some reason. I'm not sure why. All I knew was that I trusted him a whole lot more than Smelly Crotch and Friends.
I slid my lips up and down Jason's cock, trying to give him the best blowjob I could, hoping that I could get it over with as soon as possible.
"Man! Look at that fag suck that thing!" The voice came from nearby. I think it was Smelly Crotch.
"Shit, man, he's eating the whole fuckin' thing!" came another voice. Sounded like Red.
"Wish he'd do me like that." Had to be Blondie. Now, I wouldn't mind doing Blondie if he asked me nicely. He was pretty damned cute.
"C'mon, Jason," Smelly Crotch begged. "Let us have a turn when you're done."
"Fuck you," Jason said quietly. "He's mine." Then he shouted, "Now shut the fuck up!"
They shut up.
Jason grabbed my hair in his hands, holding my head still. He started pounding his cock into me, slamming his belly against my face and his balls against my chin with every stroke. His hips gained speed and his ramming became more intense.
"Oh, fuckin' shit!" I heard from my right. I knew the voice and I knew the tone. I turned my head slightly and my eyes found him before Jason pulled me back onto his cock. But I'd had enough of a look to see Blondie with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. His teeth were clenched and his hand was wrapped around the hard cock outlined in his pale-denim jeans. His body was quivering and a wet spot was forming where the head of his cock could be seen. Poor kid. Creaming his jeans right in front of everybody.
Jason renewed his assault. Seconds later, his cock began to swell and pulse, and I knew what was coming. Or, more precisely, who was cumming. He lodged his cockhead in my throat and held my head there. The first shot went right down my throat and Jason pulled back until just the head was in my mouth. More jizz squirted on my tongue, bouncing off my tonsils. I swallowed as fast as I could. What choice did I have? It was either swallow or drown.
Jason's right hand left my head and wrapped itself around his cock as he continued shooting. I knew from earlier that he was a quiet cummer. He barely made a sound.
"Let us see!" Smelly Crotch yelled.
Jason pulled out of my mouth and shot the rest of his cream on my face.
"Holy, shit!" I think that was Red. I wasn't really paying attention. I was too entranced by the hose-down I was getting.
I might have hated Jason's guts, but man, could that boy make my tonsils dance! If only he wasn't such an asshole. So, I let him go and do what he wanted with me. I trusted him that he would protect me from Smelly Crotch and everyone else. If he did that much for me, a blowjob and a facial once in awhile was well worth it.
Jason finished, then tucked himself away and did up his pants again. I moved my hand to my face to wipe off the jizz, but he said, "Leave it." I did. He looked at Smelly Crotch. "He belongs to me. I'll kill anyone who touches him."
He grabbed me under my arm and pulled me to my feet. Still holding me, he opened the car door and pushed me inside. He closed the door and looked back at Smelly Crotch and his gang. His eyes stopped when he got to Blondie. "Better let that dry before Mommy sees it."
He walked around the car, climbed behind the wheel again, started the engine, and drove off. We left the soccer field behind us and headed out onto the streets. He bent forward, reaching under his seat. I tensed, expecting a weapon of some sort to be pulled out, but he came up with a handful of Kleenex and held them out to me.
"Don't forget the blood on your forehead."
I took the tissues and spit in it and rubbed at my forehead. Then I began wiping up Jason's cum from my face.
"Look at me," Jason said. I did. He pointed a finger and touched my forehead in two places. "Here and here." He handed me a clean tissue.
I scrubbed it again.
He looked at me again. "You're clean," he said. "Look, I won't ever tell you to do that again if you don't want to do it. If you don't, you're on your own. If you do, I'll see to it that no-one ever touches you again."
I remained silent.
"When we're alone, you can talk."
"That's blackmail," I said immediately.
He looked at me. "Quid pro quo." He looked back to the street in front of us. "Tit for tat. You take care of me and I take care of you."
"How do I know if I can trust you?"
"You don't," he said. "You'll just have to take my word for it. I want an answer before I drop you off at home, if that's where you're going."
"Yes," I answered. "And I'll do it."
Jason nodded his head. "I'll want other things, too. Can you handle it?"
"If you can keep me from getting beat up, I can handle anything you want."
He nodded his head again. "Good. Where do you live?"
I gave him directions. He pulled up in front of my rooming house and I opened the door. He grabbed my arm. I turned toward him. "Make time for me every day. Keep my balls empty and we'll get along just fine."
"If you fuck me, you have to use a condom."
"I'm clean," he said. "I get tested all the time."
"I don't care. You use a condom or the deal's off. I'll take my chances alone."
And then he smiled, the first time since I'd met him, and he patted my cheek. "Good answer, Scott. I don't fuck anyone without a glove. See you tomorrow."
I got out of the car and Jason drove away. I watched until long after his car disappeared around the corner.
What in hell was that smile all about?
To Be Continued