The Original Gay Porn Community - Free Gay Movies and Photos, Gay Porn Site Reviews and Adult Gay Forums

  • Welcome To Just Us Boys - The World's Largest Gay Message Board Community

    In order to comply with recent US Supreme Court rulings regarding adult content, we will be making changes in the future to require that you log into your account to view adult content on the site.
    If you do not have an account, please register.
    REGISTER HERE - 100% FREE / We Will Never Sell Your Info

    To register, turn off your VPN; you can re-enable the VPN after registration. You must maintain an active email address on your account: disposable email addresses cannot be used to register.

Jameson Family Values

cmb21686

Virgin
Joined
Jun 1, 2013
Posts
30
Reaction score
5
Points
0
Jameson Family Values: Chapter One

Mr. Jameson was without a doubt one of the most attractive older men I had ever seen. He was tall, lean, and had a devilish grin that mirrored the brilliance of his beautiful blue eyes. His light brown hair was always neatly cropped and a barely noticeable layer of stubble coated his jaw. He was one of those traditionally masculine, charming men who made any boy feel like a man simply by being in his presence. It was no wonder that so many of my friends looked up to him. He was in many ways everything that many of us wanted to be; especially Owen, my best friend and Mr. Jameson’s eighteen year old son.

I had known Owen for as long as I could remember. It seemed like we were best friends from the moment we met. Throughout the years Owen and I remained close, spending a great deal of time together. I spent countless nights at his house, eating dinner, sleeping over, and working on the never-ending piles of homework. His parents would even joke about me being another one of their sons, which was fine by me. At Owen’s house there was always something to do and as I got older I became appreciative of the way they made me feel at home with little to no effort; Mr. Jameson in particular.

He would drive me home whenever my parents were too busy, give me pep talks when I was feeling low, and teach me many of the things that my dad never had time for. In my mind Mr. Jameson really was like a second father to me, with the only difference being that I was completely infatuated with him in every possible way. From twelve onward, Mr. Jameson was the most sexually arousing person I had ever come across.

Unfortunately for me, there was nobody I could talk to about this. I couldn’t bring it up with Owen, not just because it was his dad, but also because not a single person knew I was gay. So I kept my feelings for Mr. Jameson to myself, watching him from afar and sometimes rather close, but making sure that nobody had any idea of what was really going on in my head. I’d sneak glances of his chest at the beach, allow my eyes to secretly wander whenever he bent over to pick something up, and continually fantasize about what lay beneath the zipper of his jeans. All in all the fantasy of him alone was enough to sustain me. But just as any teenage boy would attest, sometimes hormones can get the best of even the most composed people. That’s exactly what happened on the night of Mr. Jameson’s fortieth birthday.

Mrs. Jameson had invited me over for Mr. Jameson’s birthday. Being that I was like another son to them it was only natural. Since this birthday was the big four-zero they decided to throw a party, inviting close family, friends, and even a great number of the neighbors. Like any party there was cake, laughs, and an all-around good time to be had by all. Since the party was in the evening on a school night and the festivities lasted for quite some time, Owen asked his parents if I could stay over, which they were more than happy to agree to. The only condition was that we would be in bed with all of our homework done at a reasonable hour.

As ten 10:30pm approached and the party began to wind down considerably, Owen and I said our goodnights and went to his room to get ready for bed. Within fifteen minutes, I was sprawled out on the floor, listening to the sound of each car pull out of the driveway and take off into the night. Within twenty-five minutes I was listening to Owen’s very audible snoring.

I tried my best to sleep, but it seemed like no matter what I did – from counting sheep to relaxing each muscle in my body – nothing would help me. For the better part of an hour I laid there, tossing and turning, trying my best to not think about the fact that I could sleep, which only made me think about it more. Deciding that it was quiet enough and that everyone in the house was most likely already in bed, I slipped noiselessly out of Owen’s room and made my way downstairs to watch some TV.

Just as I had expected every light in the house was out. With how eerily calm it was I would have never been able to tell that only a couple of hours before the house was packed with several dozen noisy adults and at least a dozen twice as noisy kids. Only as I crept toward the foot of the stairs did I notice any life within the house. Flashing lights adorned the wall from the living room, indicating that the TV was still on and somebody was still up.

I approached the room with caution and slowly inched around the corner to find Mr. Jameson leaning back against the couch, drinking a beer in nothing but his cotton plaid boxer briefs. I watched him for a moment, taking in the beauty of his physical form. There was something so incredibly sexy about the image in front of me. I remained in place for a moment, before deciding it was probably best to head back upstairs. It was his birthday and if he wanted his alone time, who was I to ruin it for him. I turned slightly and as my foot connected with the floorboard an inescapable creaking sound gave away my presence. Mr. Jameson, startled by the noise, jumped slightly and immediately shifted his eyes in my direction.

“Who’s there?” He asked. “Owen?”

I turned and responded. “Just me, Mr. Jameson.”

“Why don’t you come in and say hi?” He asked, with a noticeable chuckle.

Unsure, I did the obvious thing and walked into the room. As I walked closer he patted the seat next to him and told me to come on over. I made my way over to him and sat where he indicated, only a foot or two away from him. As I sat down it became apparent that Mr. Jameson was more or less a little drunk and easily past a half dozen beers. Normally Mrs. Jameson probably wouldn’t have allowed it, but since it was his birthday she probably decided to let him have them. After all, he was the one who would regret the hangover in the morning.

He started talking to me about what was on the TV, which was some sort of western that was made long before I was born. We made small talk between bouts of silence in which we paid close attention to the moving images before us.

About fifteen minutes into our time together, he finished another beer and shifted in his seat to reach for another to his right. As he turned his right leg moved slightly further to the right, causing the tip of his cock to poke out through the bottom of the left side of his briefs. I couldn’t help but stare. I had dreamed about his cock from the moment I realize how sexually attracted to him I was. Even the tip was enough to drive me wild.

He turned back to me, with a new beer in hand, and noticed instantly that I was staring. I tried to avert my gaze in time, but it was of no use. He knew what I had been staring at and made no effort to cover up the still visible tip of his cock grazing the side of his leg. I looked at him then and he grinned without ever saying a word. It was as if he knew he was teasing me and loved every second of it. He just smiled, with an expression that was foreign to me, and turned back to the TV. I couldn’t place the look he had given me, but there was something in it that made me wonder if he was daring me to do something about it; daring me to reach over and stroke it.

As I said before, even the most composed people come face to face with impulse control issues and in that moment I came face to face with an urge that I could no longer suppress; a hunger that could only be sated with action.

Chapter Two will be coming soon. Subscribe to the thread to stay tuned for more :)
 
I like the beginning of this story, cmb. There's something erotic and enticing about being in a position like this. Fear even tends to make the situation more intriguing. I look forward to the next chapter. Thanks for sharing this with us.

Craiger
 
Jameson Family Values: Chapter Two

Still unsure of myself and barely keeping it together, I looked over once again to where Mr. Jameson’s cock was protruding from his briefs, barely grazing the air outside. I let my eyes wander about him, taking in the light brown hair that dusted his sculpted chest and the contours of his body from head to toe. I had never noticed before how defined his shoulders were or even that his biceps were perfectly round. As my eyes traced every visible inch of him, I became immediately aware of the way in which his cock began to gradually inflate just a bit before my very eyes. I couldn’t believe it. I was finally going to see what I had dreamed about for so many years.

As I eyed it with curiosity, I began to feel the swelling in my briefs as well and immediately shifted in my seat so that it would be less apparent to the god-like form next to me. He looked over at me with his knowing grin and I knew at that very moment that there was no way I could control myself any longer. Feeling bold, I inched my way closer to Mr. Jameson and before I knew what was happening, my right hand was grazing his inner thigh just below his cock. I rubbed his thigh, massaging it slowly but with a firm hand, making sure to stop each time I came closer to the prize. I wasn’t entirely sure why I did this. Maybe it was out of nervousness and the idea that I could retreat more easily from just rubbing his thigh than from rubbing his cock. Or maybe I just wanted to see if I could excite Mr. Jameson a little bit more by teasing him. No matter the reason, it became clear rather quickly that he was enjoying the touch. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, allowing my hands to explore without the added pressure of his enveloping gaze.

I continued the exploration of his body with my hands, moving from his inner thigh to his chest, rubbing gently on his pecs and abs. I had always wondered what they would feel like and the reality far surpassed what I had originally imagined. His body seemed flawless to me; sculpted like a statue from ancient Rome. Within minutes, it was evident that Mr. Jameson was semi-hard and simply waiting for me to take the next step.

With a newfound comfort with the situation before me, I let my hand travel the length of his torso down to his briefs and allowed it to rest on the outline of his hardening cock. Gently I caressed it, stroking it through the fabric, making sure to apply only slight pressure in the spots that usually felt good on my own. Mr. Jameson’s head tilted back even farther and a barely audible moan escaped his lips; a moan that not only turned me on even more, but solidified my own erection.

Unable to control my urges any longer, I moved from my seat to a kneeling position in front of Mr. Jameson. Leaning in slightly I rested my hands on the sides of his legs and gave his briefs a slight tug in order to free them from his body. As he lifted his legs up slightly and the briefs came loose, I came face to face with the glory of his beautifully resting balls and throbbing cock. It looked even bigger when freed from its prison and had to be at least a solid eight and a half inches, more than an inch bigger than my own.

I move in slowly at first in the way that someone would put a toe in the water to test its temperature. Working from his left knee to his inner thigh, I kiss the length of his leg with slow deliberate kisses that were meant to tease and excite. As I came closer to his waiting cock, I could smell that same sweet yet manly scent his body produced on a daily basis; an aroma that spoke of masculinity. I breathed him in and couldn’t believe the level of arousal coursing through me at that moment. With a now ravenous hunger I moved my hands to the back of the couch cushion where he sat and rested them beneath his warm ass cheeks, cupping them in my hands and pulling his body closer. It was then that I craned my neck toward him and swallowed his throbbing cock.

It was strange at first to feel him fill my mouth and throat. His skin was soft and supple, but his erection unwavering. I let my tongue wander the length of it as my head bobbed up and down, trying to take in every inch of it and nearly choking on it in the first couple of minutes. I persisted, though, and felt like a champion when I could feel the base of his cock on my lips. I came up for air a made my way to his balls hanging low beneath his cock and just asking for the attention that they deserved. I tickled them with my tongue and cupped them with my lips, before gently caressing them when they remained on my tongue. Mr. Jameson moaned again and I could feel his body tremble beneath me.

Knowing that I had him exactly where I wanted, I returned to his cock, swallowing it once more and mouthing the tip for an extended length of time each time I went up and down. I squeezed his ass cheeks, feeling his muscles tighten and clench in my hands and somehow knew that Mr. Jameson was close to cumming with the constant tensing and gradual writhing.

Freeing my right hand from his ass I placed my thumb and index finger on the base of his cock, applying enough pressure to excite the head, which promptly swelled and darkened in color. I then continued to work my mouth up and down his shaft, changing speed every minute or so. With another moan from Mr. Jameson I knew the time had arrived. Knowing what was about to happen, I placed my mouth on the tip of his cock and pumped his shaft with my hand, until his cum hit the back of my throat. It was warm and unexpectedly sweet and I wanted nothing more than to savor it. With my mouth full I lifted my head up and looked at the man before me. He was panting slightly, but with an obvious look of relief upon his face. There was also a thin layer of sweat on his chest that had formed in a very short amount of time, which only served to inflate my now growing sense of pride in what I had just done.

Mr. Jameson looked at me then with the most intimate look I had ever received from anyone, before speaking with a grin on his face. “You should probably get back to bed now.” Not knowing how to respond and following his advice, I stood up and prepared myself to leave, with a massive erection pushing the limits of my waistband. I immediately raised my hand to my mouth where his cum was still dripping to wipe it from my lips, but he stopped me with a simple “wait” and moved in closer. He licked the cum from the corners of my mouth and proceeded to kiss me, allowing his tongue to explore the reaches of my mouth and taste his own seed. We remained there for a moment, suspended in time, reveling in the taste of the substance between us.

He then pulled away, told me to have a good night, and went back to the couch to watch TV. I walked back up the stairs quietly to Owen’s room, and was about to turn the handle when the door to the bathroom swung open. With the light from the bathroom now flooding our section of the hallway, the figure who had opened the door came into focus and there was no doubt in my mind that if I could see him, he could easily see me and the still rock hard cock in my briefs.
 
Wow, is there more?

I have a few more chapters planned already. I'm kind of digging where my imagination is going with this. I'm thinking you're really going to like the next one. He does have an erection that still needs to be taken care of after all ;)
 
What do you mean you think we're going to like the next one.....Lordie, after the last chapter I will be on pins and needles waiting. Oddly enough, he's not the only one with an erection..................... Thanks cmb.

Craiger
 
Jameson Family Values: Chapter Three

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, completely unsure of whether I should scurry into Owen’s room and ignore what was unfolding or to roll with it and see where I would end up. Before I even had the chance to make the decision between the two, it was made for me with a mumbled “hello” from the tall and slender boy standing fifteen feet away from me. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. When his eyes were free of his hands, his gaze then met mine, before darting downward to my very obvious bulge that I had absolutely no way of hiding. “And hello to you” he said, chuckling to himself. Even in the late hours of the night and half asleep, Owen’s brother was showing his colorful personality.

Aiden had always been the funny one in the family; the center of attention and the life of the party. He had his father’s good looks and a surplus of Jameson family charm. With such a lively and energetic personality, it was no wonder that everyone loved him from teachers, classmates, and teammates to our middle aged mailman who would take an extended amount of time delivering the mail in order to strike up conversation with him.

People were drawn to him; especially girls. I remember him having a new girlfriend every other week in high school. No matter how many girls he dated, though, it seemed like none of them stuck and all of them were left broken-hearted after only a few short weeks with him. In a way he had a reputation for being the guy that everyone wanted, but nobody could hold onto and from what I understood of him, he was okay with it.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked with a grin, trying to begin a conversation that I was not in any position to have. It seemed like nothing in the world made Aiden feel awkward or uncomfortable. I, on the other hand, was most likely fifty shades of red that were only getting more fiery the longer I stood there mildly exposed. It didn’t help that Aiden, like his father, was incredibly attractive, making it nearly impossible to deflate my raging erection. With a swimmer’s toned, semi-muscular body, golden hair, and piercing blue eyes, he was without a doubt born to be eye-candy in some overpriced magazine.

“I can’t sleep.” I blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

“No wonder.” He replied, with a nod towards the tent in my briefs that was only getting harder by the minute. “Is Owen awake?” He continued.

“He fell asleep a while ago.”

“Do you want to come hang out with me?” He asked. “I’m sure I’ve got some porn or something to help you take care of your sleep problem. And I was about to rub one out anyway.”

Completely shocked by the offer, I took a moment to gather my thoughts before responding. I could either go back to Owen’s room and go to bed, kicking myself for not giving myself the chance to see Aiden’s body in all of its glory, or I could continue on with my already eventful evening. With only a slight hesitation a barely audible “sure” came out of my mouth and moments later I found myself following Aiden down the hall and up the stairs to his attic bedroom.

As we climbed the stairs I watched his underwear tighten against his muscular butt each time he took a step. I could see the outline of his ass perfectly and wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it; to pull the briefs from his body, push him forward gently to bend him over on the stairs, and bury my face in his ass, while stroking the cock hanging between his legs. Despite my urge to do so, I managed to keep it together for the entire trek up to the third floor. When we reached the landing I followed him in and he closed the door behind us. “Gotta make sure we don’t wake anyone up.” He said, trying to ease the obvious anxiety emanating from me.

He walked across the room to where his big TV hung from the left side wall and grabbed the remote on the stand next to it. He then walked to his bed across from it and jumped right on it, before making himself comfortable against a pile of pillows. Without even a glance in my direction, he pressed a button, stirring the TV to life, and began rubbing his body with his free hand. He tossed the remote aside and with his newly roaming hand and rubbed his nipples, while the other traveled down to his cock.

My guess is that he expected me to follow suit. I walked over to his bed and plopped down next to him, making sure that we weren’t too close, but close enough for me to get the proper view of what he was doing. Like Mr. Jameson, everything he did mesmerized me. He was an ejaculation just waiting to happen.

I began caressing my bulge as I watched him tough his own. My eyes remained fixed on his every movement as his eyes focused on the naked woman on the screen in front of him. It was then, as the woman started sucking on the cock of the man on screen with her, that Aiden pulled his cock from the confines of his briefs, which he then slid off and tossed to the floor. He was entirely naked from head to toe, smooth in most areas with just the right amount of hair covering his arms and legs. His cock was a good seven and a half inches, with a slight upward curve to it and a nice thickness that ran the length of it. His balls were large, even larger than his father’s and looked as if they were just waiting to burst.

As I eyed him with a lustful look in my eyes, he turned to me and said something that I wasn’t expecting. “I want to try something.” He said, before standing up and facing me from the front of the bed. He then placed a knee on the bed, leaned in to where I sat, and pulled me forward by my legs. It startled me briefly, but before I knew it that fear was replaced with undeniable arousal. Aiden had always been the type to take charge and whatever he wanted to do right then, he wanted to be in control. When I was close to the edge of the bed, he yanked my briefs off of me, tossed them to the floor, and leaned in to kiss me.

It was a forceful kiss, filled with passion and a yearning that most likely mirrored my own. He was hungry for something just as I had been hungry for something not only ten minutes before downstairs in the living room. As his tongue wrestled with mine and I willingly submitted to his dominant nature, I wondered if he could taste the cum that his father had emptied into my mouth such a short time ago. I wondered if he could taste its sweetness. I wondered if knowing what I had done with his father would disgust him or turn him on.

The only thing I knew for certain was that at that very moment, my knowledge of the night’s events served to only excite me even more. I pulled him in closer, forcing his naked body against my own, wanting nothing more for us to physically connect in every possible way. I wanted to give into desire completely and think nothing of my best friend downstairs or his father on the level below. I wanted Aiden to ravish me in a way that words could never articulate.

It was as if Aiden could read my mind because at that moment he pushed me back down on the bed and let his mouth travel to my cock that was already close to bursting. Using his tongue and the length of his mouth and throat, he swallowed the entirety of my throbbing cock and began to work his way up and down my shaft. After bobbing up and down for the better part of a minute, he released my cock from his slippery grip and placed his hands on the undersides of my knees. With a quick lift, my feet were up in the air and my lower side was more exposed than it had ever been before. Luckily I’m the type of person who takes personal hygiene to the next level and made sure that every hair was neatly trimmed and perfect should something like that evening ever occur. Even if I hadn’t been, I hardly doubt Aiden would have cared. With the ravenous look in his eyes, there was no doubt in my mind that whatever he wanted to do he would have done anyway.

With a glance once more in my direction, he buried his face in my groin, cupping my balls with his tongue and traveling downward to my hole. Within moments I felt a sensation that I had never felt before, warm and wet; one that sent shivers up my spine and a pulsating energy to the tip of my cock. Aiden’s tongue was submerged in my ass, massaging it with a vigor that astounded me. In barely any time at all I felt a rush of heat course through my body. The feeling was amazing and something that I never wanted to stop. Instinctively, as his tongue moved in and out of my ass, I brought my hand down to my cock and began to stroke it vigorously. I could feel my body tensing and knew that within moments every bit of juice within me was going to explode outward.

Feeling my tensing muscles, Aiden proceeded to move faster and faster, in and out, using his mouth in a way that I didn’t think was possible. I wondered briefly if he had done something like this with someone before. There was no way he was this good for being only a beginner. The thought quickly went away though as my mind reeled with the pressure that was building in my lower half.

With one final punch of the tongue, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My balls rose to the base of my cock and several bursts of cum exploded from the tip, covering my chest and hitting the pillows behind me. It was the most intense ejaculation I had ever had. My body felt like it was on fire and a wave of heat ran from the front of my head to the back. With a final splash of cum grazing my belly button, my breathing gradually returned to normal and my muscles relaxed a bit. I then lowered my legs to the rest positions and watched as a grinning Aiden stood up, looking down at his handy work. He was clearly pleased by what he saw; it was written all over his face. He then bent over to where my underwear had been strewn, picked them up, and tossed them to me before chuckling and telling me I had a mess to clean up.

If you liked this chapter, stay tuned for more and feel free to comment. I'm also open to ideas of where things could go from here, although I have quite a few things in mind ;)
 
All I can think of is for you to continue on the path you have chosen...... Lord that was erotic. The Jameson Family certainly is a sexually oriented one. The only one left in the male group is Owen. Will three times in one night be a charm......:-) I'd be hanging around that household as much as I possibly could. It doesn't seem right for the host not to have a reciprocal b/j and I doubt if Aiden would mind. Even better, the lesson of rimming is a new feature and should be heartily studied. I'm in awe, cmb.

Craiger
 
Aiden hasn't cum yet.
Owen needs to get him off...

They'll both sleep better for it!:D
 
Aiden hasn't cum yet.
Owen needs to get him off...

They'll both sleep better for it!:D

I think Aiden got what HE wanted so he doesn't necessarily need to get off just yet. And there is plenty more in store. Also keep in mind that we haven't even begun to touch upon the various characters I have lined up for you guys. Aiden is just one of many Jameson men.
 
The fourth installment of Jameson Family Values is finished. I plan on posting it tomorrow. Stay tuned!
 
Jameson Family Values: Chapter Four

After wiping myself off and returning my underwear to my body, I stood up and looked at Aiden who had since made his way to the door, propped open as he leaned against it with his naked body. Aiden had gotten exactly what he wanted and by the looks of things, he wanted no more. I guess I could only hope for so much in one night. So with that in mind I walked to where he stood and passed through the doorway with one final glance in his direction; a glance that captured the vision of his hard cock standing to attention and saluting me as I passed. What he would do with that cock after I left would be left to my imagination.

I traveled down the attic stairs with extreme care, making sure to avoid any spots that might cause me some trouble and wake up the family below. When I reached the second floor landing, I tiptoed back to Owen’s room and quietly slipped back in. To my surprise and relief, Owen was still fast asleep. I crept back into my area on the floor by his bed and went to sleep, hoping that I could relive the night’s events in my dreams.

The next day came fast and in what seemed like no time at all, Owen and I were out of bed and getting ready for school. By the time 7:30 rolled around we were almost ready to go and made a stop in the kitchen on our way out. Both Aiden and Mr. Jameson were scrambling around, gathering their lunches and making sure they had everything they needed for the day. Both looked tired and like me they both were yawning incessantly. In some weird way I felt a sense of pride that they were tired in part because of their night with me. When they each caught a glimpse of me they stared for slightly longer than usual and said nothing, which was definitely for the best. Luckily Owen was too caught up in his own scrambling to take notice. With our books and breakfast in hand, we left the house, prepared for another day.

We arrived at school within fifteen minutes, only a few minutes longer than usual due to construction in various parts of town. I made my way to my locker and began the arduous trek across the school to my first period class.

The day passed rather quickly, partly due to how tired I was from my late night and partly because I spent the better part of the day trying to wrap my head around those Jameson men and the sex that oozed from their pores. Each and every one of them was a vision and a dream; a dream that I had briefly taken part in. The mere thought of the way Aiden looked at me as he stood against the door or the way his father tasted his own cum from my mouth was enough to give me another erection instantly, which was not advisable during seventh period Calculus.

With that in mind I did my best to divert my attention to the actual lesson in front of me and succeeded until the final bell rang, signaling the end of yet another uneventful school day. I gathered my things and joined the masses of people in the hallways, screaming, laughing, and running about during the brief period of time between classes and various after school events. I, like many of the other students, was on my way out the door before remembering that I needed to make a stop along the way; one that would only serve to send my mind into another tizzy over those Jameson men.

Not only was Owen my best friend and his family more or less an extension of my own, but his uncle John was a teacher at the high school and more recently the new Boys Varsity Soccer Coach. Our previous coach had left on emergency medical leave and with the position needing to be filled so abruptly while the season was just beginning, John Jameson rose to the occasion. He had been given the position only a few weeks earlier and was still getting to know all of the guys on the team, but already showed signs of being a great coach with time. With me being one of the co-captains it was my job to ease the transition and get him up to speed with positions and individual talents within the group. Since John was already familiar with me on a personal level, I think it made the transition easier for everyone.

I arrived at the locker room within five minutes. The place was already deserted and it seemed like there wasn’t a soul in sight, making it all the more eerie. Luckily I only had to stop by quickly to pick up some paperwork and check in on our practice schedule. Unlike many of the other teams at our school, our workout and practice schedule changed frequently due to any number of reasons. A lot of it just came down to having the space needed to practice, which was usually taken up by various other teams and school activities, leaving us to work around them.

I walked the length of the lockers and approached the coach’s office, seeing from a distance that the light was on. As I came closer to it I realized that the blinds had been drawn and the door was only a crack away from being closed. When I was within earshot of the door, it became immediately apparent that Coach J was busy with another student so I decided to wait outside. It was only when I leaned against the office wall near its front door that I inadvertently overheard the conversation and events that were transpiring within.

“We have to do something about your grades in my class, Shane.” I heard Coach J say through the crack in the door. “With the way they are now, you might not be able to play this season. I can’t have athletes who aren’t willing to put in effort both on the field and off.”

Shane. As soon as he said that name, I knew who he was talking to. Shane was more or less the epitome of the classic “dumb jock” stereotype. His grades had always been less than stellar, but his athletic performance was unmatched and with so many different sports under his belt he was an ideal athlete. He was quick, smart on the field, and performed at the highest level. When it came to choosing people in gym class, he was picked first time and time again. All in all, despite his performance in school and his reputation for being a jock, he was a decent guy; no worse or better than the rest of us. Like Owen and Aiden, he was loved by all. It also helped that, like them, he was incredibly attractive. Standing at 6’3” with a hard lean body, jet black hair, and a brilliant smile that was only matched by the beauty of his sky blue eyes, he was without a doubt one of the best looking guys in my class.

“But Coach, I’ve been doing the best I can. I need to play.” He said, in an almost pleading tone. “Please don’t cut me from the team. I need this. I’d do anything to play.”

“Anything?” Coach asked, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

“Anything.” He replied, with a surety in his voice.

With that I heard Coach J lift himself from his chair and scoff his feet as he walked around to the other side of the desk. I moved closer to the door then and peered in, pushing the door ever so slightly to catch a glimpse of where this was heading. It was then that I noticed that Coach Jameson was standing in front of Shane with only a jockstrap and a tight white t-shirt that clung to his torso. He must have been sitting behind his desk that way when Shane came in. The look on Shane's face showed that he was just as surprised as I was, but not nearly as pleased. It became evident pretty quickly that Shane hadn’t understood the weight of his words.

Coach J moved in front of Shane’s chair, rubbing the bulge in his jockstrap as he come closer. When he stopped it was clear to Shane and to me that Coach J was definitely expecting some effort “off the field.” Coach raised one leg to the side of Shane’s seat while the other remained on the floor, putting his bulge directly in Shane’s line of vision. Shane leaned in, carefully pulled coach’s jockstrap down past his knees and off one leg entirely, allowing his balls to fall loose between his legs and his cock to spring forth in all of its glory. He then placed his lips on the tip of Coach Jameson’s cock, undoubtedly trying to find his footing in this strange new world and the events that were unfolding.

Coach was without a doubt an impressive man in every physical way. Like the other men in his family, size came with the family name. He had to have been a rock solid nine inches; I shuddered at the thought of swallowing it. If I was concerned, there was no doubt in my mind that Shane was terrified. Despite that, though, within a minute I found myself witness to Shane’s bobbing head on Coach Jameson’s impressively large cock, gripping the coach’s defined ass with both hands and thrusting him in and out. Shane was taking it like a man and I was thoroughly impressed by his unexpected skill. As I watched I felt a swelling in my jeans and proceeded to unbutton them to reach my hand inside and stroke the flesh within. I rubbed vigorously, taking in the sight of these two men indulging in lust and promiscuity.

In a matter of minutes the sight before me changed quite dramatically. Rising from his seat, Shane met Coach’s eyes and proceeded to kiss him, passionately. He either was really getting into the scene before me or he knew how to sell it. They continued making out for what seemed like forever with Shane’s hands on the coach’s ass, pulling him in close. When the kissing stopped Coach J leaned towards his desk, outstretched his arm, and wiped it clean of anything that would get in the way. Everything came crashing down behind the desk, with noise that echoed slightly into the locker room. They must have expected it to be empty because neither seemed to care.

What happened next caught me completely by surprise in a way that nothing else in the last twenty-four hours had. Shane moved himself around Coach Jameson so that coach’s back was now to the desk, and forced him to lie down on top of it. Coach J, while seemingly surprised as well, was equally eager for what was to come. Shane then hoisted coach into a raised leg position and pressed his lower body against the coach’s ass. It was clear not only that Coach Jameson was enjoying the teasing sensation of this, but Shane was as well. A very visible erection made itself known in the front of his shorts, pushing the waistband to its limits in the process.

After a few moments of dry thrusting with coach’s legs held firmly over Shane’s shoulders, Shane slowly and in the most teasing manner possible began to undress. He took his time with every button and every single article of clothing on his body. It took everything in my power not to scream out for him to just get naked already. Only after a few minutes of this foreplay was he down to his own jockstrap, black and tight against his perfect ass. At first it was strange to me that Shane was taking charge, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. His personality was that of a leader and of someone who does not submit easily to the will of others. His take-charge personality was in fact what many people liked about him. At this point in time it was definitely something that I liked about him. So did Coach from the looks of it.

With one final movement Shane removed the last of his clothing and stood there, lean, toned, and close to making our soccer coach his bitch. At the angle I was standing I could only get a glimpse of what Shane was packing and it was by no means small in stature. It was thick and even though I couldn’t see its length, there was no doubt in my mind that what may have been lacking in length would be made up for in girth.

Shane lifted his right hand to his mouth and spit into it before coating his cock with his own saliva. When he deemed it lubed up enough, he began the journey to Coach Jameson’s prostate. He pushed in slowly at first, feeling out coach’s response to the action. When he saw the look of pleasure on coach’s face, he thrust his cock in deeper, slowly sliding it back and forth to loosen up his hole a bit. In and out he went, taking a few moments here and there to ease the coach into it. Within minutes, however, Shane was pounding away, smacking his thighs against the coach’s ass. The sound of it turned me on in a way that I can’t describe. There was something raw and primitive about it; and something even hotter about Coach Jameson being fucked hard and fast by an eighteen year old. I immediately returned to my throbbing cock, stroking it underneath my clothes, wanting nothing more than to burst right then and there.

As Shane continued to thrust and Coach Jameson moaned ever so slightly with a look of pure ecstasy on his face, I found myself leaning in closer to see and hear more; a mistake that would surely cost me my voyeur standpoint. Without realizing it, I lost my footing and came crashing into the office door, pushing it wide open and catching myself and the two naked men before me completely off guard.

As always comments are not only welcomed, but encouraged. I hope you liked this installment. Another one is already on it's way. The Jameson Family hasn't met its end yet. Just when you think you've met the last character, another one pops up. Funny how that works ;) Stay tuned for more!
 
Lordie...I will leave my computer on with alarms and bells to tell me when the new installment arrives....:-) Cmb, you are outdoing yourself and I love it. I'm wanting to meet all of these Jameson men, past and future.........

Craiger
 
Lordie...I will leave my computer on with alarms and bells to tell me when the new installment arrives....:-) Cmb, you are outdoing yourself and I love it. I'm wanting to meet all of these Jameson men, past and future.........

Craiger

There is quite a bit more on its way. I also have a feeling you're going to like the final chapter. I already have it planned out in my head and it's packed with goodies. But for now let's see what happens with Shane, Coach Jameson, and yours truly...stay tuned.
 
I like the "Shane, Coach Jameson, and YOURS TRULY".....and I hope this has been somewhat of a bio....:-) At least part of it. What excitement is to come boggles my mind as it has already been so full of exciting episodes. I wait with bated breath, cmb.

Craiger

PS I don't like the sound of "final chapter." I want it to go on and on and on..............
 
Back
Top