TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 5
Chapter 5
I could see Jason grinning at me through the windshield of his car. I walked around it to his side window. I was still naked. His eyes turned up to me. "Was it worth it?"
"More than you know," I said. "Thanks, Jason."
"Quid pro quo," he answered.
"Look, Rob thinks he might be gay. He wants to watch me suck you off."
Jason's eyes turned to the windshield as he thought. He nodded his head slowly and very slightly. "Okay," he said. "Sure." He finished his beer and climbed out of the car.
I started to walk back to Rob.
"Wait," Jason said quietly. "Take my clothes off and get me ready. Might as well give him his money's worth."
It didn't take me long to strip him, and it didn't take me long to get him ready. He was mostly hard by the time I got his underwear off him. Soon, I had Jason by the cock and we walked back through the trees toward Rob.
Rob was still there, kneeling on the blanket. He was hard and stroking. When he saw Jason, he muttered, "Holy shit!" and his hand picked up significant speed.
We stopped in front of Rob with me facing Jason, his cock still in my hand. Jason's gaze fell to the splatters of cream on his blanket. His eyes turned back to me, his head tilted as they peered at me from beneath his eyebrows. "I told you not to jazz my blanket."
"Sorry, Jason."
"Clean it up," he ordered. Asshole Jason was back.
I dropped to my knees and was just reaching for it when he said, "Use your tongue."
Not much else I could do except lap it up. I knew Rob was watching me, and I knew what he must have been thinking, but I also knew that I didn't have a choice. I swallowed a bit more of my pride every time I swallowed my jizz.
When the blanket was sparkling clean, I leaned back on my heels. Jason stepped in front of me. "Now, do me," he said, "and make sure every drop goes down your throat."
I grabbed his cock.
"No hands," he said. "Play with my balls while you suck." Jason rolled his hands into fists and planted them on his hips, his legs spread. He looked like a naked Superman standing there. He was playing this to the hilt. "Now, get to work."
My hands found his balls and my lips found his cock. I was determined to give Rob a memory he'd never forget. My lips slid forward and Jason's cock slid into my mouth with the ease of a hot knife through raspberry Jell-o.
Rob said, "Holy, shit!" again, and I could hear the ‘slap slap' of skin on skin picking up speed again.
I pulled away to Jason's cockhead, gave it a quick tickle with my tongue, and slammed it back into me. Out and in, over and over again. My fingers played a symphony on his balls, and I could tell he was enjoying it by the way his cock was twitching. Then again, knowing the asshole as well as I did, he was probably enjoying the audience.
Jason was moaning, but Rob was groaning louder. It wasn't long before Jason was pushing my head off his cock and telling me to ‘finish him'. He pointed to Rob. I turned sideways and sank my mouth over Rob's cock, right to the short and curlies. Seconds later, Rob was screaming and pumping another load into me. It was just as delicious as the others, but I knew I still had a job to do and let him slip out from between my lips.
I turned back to Jason. He was holding his cock and stroking it slowly. "My ass is lonely," he said. "Let your tongue keep it company for awhile."
I crawled around him on my knees, grabbed his cheeks in my hands and shoved my face in. I could feel Jason's hips jerk with each stroke of his hand. It wasn't long before I heard him saying, "Want a taste?"
Rob replied, "Can I?"
"Sure," Jason said. "My cocksucker's busy at the moment."
Before long, I could heard the familiar slurping of a mouth full of cock. I took the chance and pulled away long enough to say, "He can't take your load, Jason. I'll take it."
Jason reached back, planted his hand on the back of my head, and pulled it into his ass. Before he released me, though, his index finger tapped three times. I knew he understood. The slurping sounds continued for a few minutes as my tongue did its work in Jason's ass, and suddenly the slurping sounds stopped.
"I'm sorry, Jason," Rob said. "It's too big. My jaws hurt."
Jason didn't say anything. He simply turned around, pulling my face out of his ass, and grabbed my head in his hands. A moment later, he was holding it still as he pounded his cock into my mouth. I didn't mind him fucking my face. Less work for me.
His hips slowly picked up speed and soon his cock was flying in and out of me. I could feel it swelling and I knew he was getting closer. My tongue did its best to keep up with him. With one final push, he buried his cock deep inside me. My nose pressed into his belly and my chin pressed into his balls.
Jason began to pump his load into me, his moans barely audible over the sound of the babbling water in the brook. His load was big this time, and his body quivered more intensely than it usually does. He was really turned on by having Rob watch us. I took his load easily, of course. I'm sure Rob would have been snorting it out his nose if Jason had done the same thing to him. But, it was my job to take care of Jason. Rob was just an interesting diversion to him.
Jason lay back on the blanket after that, one hand behind his head, the other arm over his eyes. I sat up and took my place beside Rob. I still had a hardon. Rob reached out and started stroking me. I leaned back on my hands and let Rob have his fun.
"If you jazz my blanket again," Jason said, his arm still over his eyes, "clean it up."
Rob stopped stroking and I looked at him. A slight nod from me was all it took for him to twist around so he could use his right hand on me instead. He'd had lots of practice on his own cock. I could tell that by the way he was working mine. In no time at all, I was spewing my cream all over the place. It went on me, on Rob's hand and arm, and on the blanket. I didn't care. I was feeling too good to care.
He held my cock until I started going soft again. I opened my eyes when he took his hand away. He raised his hand to his face and stuck out his tongue, dipping it into the cream. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, tasting me. His face scrunched up like he was sucking on a lemon.
"It takes getting used to," I told him. I grabbed his fingers in mine and licked his hand and arm clean. I guided his hand to my stomach and scooped up the jizz there and lapped that up as well before getting on my knees to clean the blanket.
When I sat back again, Jason was hard once more. I moved over beside him and wrapped my fingers around him again. His hand moved away from his eyes and he looked up at me. "Get a condom," he said.
I looked at my pile of clothes behind Rob. He looked there, too, then back at me. "My jeans," I told him. He grabbed them and handed them to me. I pulled a condom from my pocket and set the jeans aside. Without being told, I opened the wrapper and rolled the condom over Jason's cock. As he sat up, I moved to my knees and dropped my head to the blanket.
"On your back," Jason said roughly. "I want to see your face when you eat this thing."
I rolled onto my back and lifted my knees into the air as Jason took his position between them. He hooked his arms under my knees and pushed them up and back as he moved forward. With the help of my hand, his cockhead found the entrance to my ass.
With a single grunt and a shove of his hips, his cock slammed into my ass, right to his balls. I've taken bigger cocks up there, but never with such urgency, and never with a single, sudden push. I screamed and my whole body tensed with the sudden, unexpected pain. My face scrunched into an excruciating grimace.
Jason didn't give me time to adjust. He simply started fucking me. It didn't take long to get used to him, thank goodness, and my moans and groans of pleasure soon joined the sounds of the forest.
I kept my eyes closed as I came to enjoy the feeling of Jason's cock buried inside me. He fucked my ass like he fucked my face. And then I felt moisture splash on my cheek. I opened my eyes. Jason's face was coated in sweat. It streamed to his chin and nose and began dripping on me. I looked down at the hair on his chest and I saw more sweat gathering there as well.
Jason worked hard at his orgasm, and I did my best to make my ass help him cum. Jason is a quiet cummer, as you know, but he wasn't quiet today. Near the end, each slam of his hips was echoed with a manly grunt from his throat. He slammed into me hard, and the closer he got to cumming, the harder and faster he slammed. Sweat streamed off him, coating me with it and running down my sides and into the blanket.
When he finally came, he slammed all the way in one last time and locked his hips there. His groans were short and loud, each one corresponding with a spurt of jizz that I could feel even inside my ass.
He fell on me when there was nothing left for him to shoot. He just collapsed on me. My legs fell to the blanket, my hardon trapped between my stomach and his. He lay there until his soft cock slipped out of my ass and then he rolled off me onto his back, pulled the condom off, and tossed it into the creek.
I had forgot that Rob was there until he uttered, "Holy shit." I was too exhausted to care.
* * * * *
Rob joined us again on Thursday night. Jason wouldn't let Rob suck him, though. "Not until you teach him how to suck as good as you do," he told me. But, he let Rob rim him while I sucked him off.
Saturday was a lot like the others. We were both naked. I sucked and Jason came. Twice. Typical asshole.
After his second orgasm, he was sitting there with a dead weed in his hand. He was breaking off twigs of it, tossing them into the brook and watching them float away. We didn't say anything for a long time.
Jason broke the silence. "You still don't like me very much, do you."
"No," I told him bluntly. "You're an asshole."
He was uncharacteristically quiet for a long time. "You don't understand." His voice was eerily gentle.
I sat up and looked at him.
"I have to be an asshole," he said.
I was stunned by that admission.
"Why?"
"It's the only way I can keep up my end of the deal."
"And you think pissing all over me and fucking me like a wild bull is holding up your end of the deal?"
He turned on me again, he face boiling. I thought he was going to pound me into oblivion, but he just yelled. "That was a mistake, dammit! I'm sorry! Alright!?"
I backed away impulsively.
His face softened before my eyes. The red of anger left him and he turned to look the brook once more. "I'm sorry, Scott. It was my mistake."
I looked into his face. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath and let it out before opening them again.
"You humiliated me, Jason," I said quietly. "Not only in your eyes, but in my eyes, too. You made me suck you off in front of Smelly and his friends. You made me suck you off in the parking lot with people walking by. You pummelled my ass in front of Rob. I've been humiliated by you, but nothing I've had to do has humiliated me more than you pissing on me."
"Don't you think I feel bad about that?" he asked without looking at me.
"Then why did you do it to me?"
Again, another deep breath. "Because I've always wanted to try it with someone and I didn't think I ever would unless I did it to you. Don't worry. It will never happen again."
"But it turned you on."
"Yes, it did," he said, "and that's why it will never happen again."
I stared at him for a long time, and then I shook my head as I said, "Jesus, Jason. I can't figure you out at all."
He broke off a few more twigs and tossed them into the water.
"I want you to like me, Scott," he said finally. He broke off an entire branch and tossed it, and then he looked at me. He held up his head this time and I could see his eyes straight on without his eyebrows getting in the way. "I'm really a nice guy, Scott. I really want you to like me."
"Why should I, Jason? Huh?" I stared him down, matching him blink for blink. "After the way you've treated me? Give me one good reason why you would expect me to like you?"
He didn't blink this time. "Because I'm gay."
A dandelion parachute could have knocked me over. I couldn't say anything, even if I could have thought of something to say.
Jason was the one to break the stare. He turned back to the brook and started tossing twigs again. "That's why I want you to like me."
"Jesus, Jason, why didn't you tell me before?"
He turned back to me. "Are you kidding? No-one can know about this!"
"Then why did you tell me?"
"Because I need you to know that you can trust me."
I was still stunned by his admission. It had to be true. Why would someone like Jason even admit to something like that if it wasn't? I mean, he was a lady's man all around. He had girls following him around campus with their tongues dragging on the floor and he could have any of them, and they would be more than willing to let him do whatever he wanted.
I could use this against him, and he knew that. I could use it to blackmail him just like he's been doing to me. Sure, he was always talking about quid pro quo, but let's call a spade a spade. He was blackmailing me.
"How do you know you can trust me?" I asked.
"I don't," he said. "But I have to." He turned back to his twigs. "You can really screw up my life, Scott. It's my word against yours, but if you ever tell anyone, someone will eventually believe it." He paused for a moment or two. "I know I've been treating you like shit, and I'm sorry I did. I hope you can forgive me. I hated myself, but I couldn't make myself tell you. . ."
I waited for him to finish the statement as I stared at the flowing brook. He didn't. I looked back and he was staring at me. "You couldn't tell me what, Jason?"
Again, he was quiet, and then he said, "That I wanted to do this." He moved toward me, getting closer to me with each drop of water that passed by. I pulled away from him instinctively. "Please," he said softly. "Don't move." I stayed put. His head tilted and his lips pressed against mine.
I tell you, I've been kissed before, but never like that. No straight guy kisses another guy that way. If your heart can be set aflutter, that kiss would do it. It went on and on, and I fell right into it. Jason was already holding me and my arms came around him and held him back. He pressed his upper chest into mine. He explored my mouth as much as I explored his. With every passing moment, more and more of the asshole Jason disappeared, and a new Jason took its place.
His hands moved to my chest and pushed me away and onto my back. His fingers wrapped around my cock, and suddenly his lips were tasting me. He pulled my cock into his mouth, the head resting on his tongue. His hands held my hips.
I hate to say it now, but it was the worst blowjob I'd ever had. Worse even than Rob's attempts. It was obvious that Jason had never had a cock in his mouth before. He had no idea what to do. It was only when I looked down my body and saw this incredible body and magnificent face making love to me that I felt my balls start to boil. To his credit, Jason did the best he could, and when he looked up into my eyes, I started to shoot, even before I could warn him.
He clenched his eyes when the first volley blew out, but he stayed there and took it. Whether he was trying to prove something to himself or trying to prove something to me, I don't know. All I knew that it was suddenly the most exciting orgasm of my life. My scream of ecstasy sounded my exhilaration to the world.
I fell back onto the blanket and let the orgasm happen, and Jason stayed with me all the way. I wasn't even soft when Jason pulled his mouth off my cock. I opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my legs. One hand was flailing at his cock while the other squeezed his nuts. His eyes were closed and his mouth was pulled back in desperation. I rose to my elbows and watched as he jerked himself to his own orgasm.
His cum flew everywhere, and he actually screamed himself. It was his most intense orgasm ever, and I watched it all. Cum splashed on me, on the blanket, on him. . . everywhere. His loud groans and moans continued until nothing but dribbling cum squeezed out of the slit. He sat back on the heels of his feet for a brief moment before falling onto his back, his massive chest heaving with excitement.
As I waited, I scooped his cream from my chest and licked it off my fingers. Jason didn't move or say anything for several minutes. When he finally spoke, he said, "Come here, Scott." It wasn't an order. It was a request.
I rolled to my knees and crawled beside him. His arms opened to me and I moved into them. He pulled me to his chest and I moved myself until I was lying right on top of him. His arms came around me and held me tight as I settled my head into his chest.
The twigs were miles away before we moved again.
To Be Continued
