Taking Care of Jason

[ronboy]

Neil, I have loved this story from Chapter 1. Jason is my kind of guy!
You've gone a great job with this tale.

 

[Calagang]

I am so glad to have Jason and his matesssssssssssss back again, thanks Neil. This chapter is as usual just as good as the 43 others one. I am also glad you've already written half of the next one so we wont have to wait long before it comes. I know you do what you can and its nice of you to go on like that. Congrat mate.

 

[uncut702]

Neil, I have fallen in love with Brad..... Now I am in love with Jason! Thank you for writing, I know that it is difficult, THANK YOU!! I am in love with your stories and can't wait for more! Looking forward to more! Thank You!!

 

[vater292]

Thank you! This an amazing story and I really enjoy reading it, since I have joined I dont know how many times I have read it. Glad to see an update!

 

[hornyalltime]

Absolutely LOVE it so far!!! PPMS!

 

[DonQuixote]

Enjoy Jason all over again.

 

[hungbuzz]

Loved reading this and Watching Brad again while I have had time off work

 

[DonQuixote]

Hungbuzz,
The boys of Jason's Summer are certainly great guys, one and all.

 

[frankfrank]

WHAT HAVE I DONE????

Now I've started reading THIS story, and it's nigh-impossible to put down.

In either meaning of the phrase...(1) to disparage it, or (2) to stop reading and go do something else. Either option is impossible. I experienced this 22 months ago when I started reading WATCHING BRAD.

I'm at Post #40, so I've gone through Chapter 6, including the bombshell Chapter 5. I have the feeling that I'll need a delivery-by-crane of enough tissue by the time I'm done.

If somebody asks who my favorite author is, I'll say "Neil in Canada" but nobody has an idea...

 

[frankfrank]

He looked as if he would be more at home wrestling bulls, yet, here he was, taking off my clothes with all the tenderness of a hummingbird feather brushing a soap bubble.

You put so much cool stuff into your stories, Neil.

 

[Friend1720]

Great story, wish it could have continued ... awesome writing skills.

 

[Friend1720]

Andy scowled and fumed for a very long minute, and then, without another word, he turned on his heels and tore off down the lane toward the house beyond the hedgerow of trees. That was the last time I saw Andy.

To Be Continued​

Ah! If only it could continue ... another great story.

 

[gsdx]

Ah! If only it could continue ... another great story.

I'm trying. Again, it's in my head. I just have to put what's in my brain to my fingers.

 

[Friend1720]

If somebody asks who my favorite author is, I'll say "Neil in Canada" but nobody has an idea...

I have to agree ... Watching Brad and Taking Care of Jason have swept me along a roller coaster of enjoyment beyond easy expression. Thank you Neil!! May you find a way to be freed from pain and return to sharing your wonderful talent!

 

[Friend1720]

I'm trying. Again, it's in my head. I just have to put what's in my brain to my fingers.

Holding you in my thoughts and prayers. Your gifts are much appreciated.

 

[DonQuixote]

There are a few of us who know who you mean.

 

[gsdx]

Thank you Neil!! May you find a way to be freed from pain and return to sharing your wonderful talent!

The pain is chronic. I've been dealing with back pain since my teen, but it became debilitating in the mid 80s. Now, with a replaced left hip and a plated and screwed right hip, sitting, standing, walking, and lying down is a juggling game. With the broken right shoulder, I have limited use of my right arm. (I can't raise it above my shoulder.) Finally, with a plated and pinned right wrist, I have limited use of that, too. (About 50% movement. I can't even pour a cup of coffee with my right hand. I can lift the pot, but I can't tilt it far enough.)

All that adds up to limited time on the keyboard before the pain and frustration get the best of me.

I still write, but, whereas I could write a full chapter in a day or two, now I'm limited to paragraphs. It's very difficult to get any momentum going.

But thank you for your concern. It's very encouraging.

 

[Friend1720]

Neil, you are in my heart and prayers. What you have already done is so awesome!! Take care, and I promise not to visit you.

 

[Friend1720]

Just had to bump this ...

TAKING CARE OF JASON

Chapter 1​

"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​

 

[gsdx]

Catching Up​

Hi, everyone.

I’ve been working on this for a while, but I didn’t want to say anything in case I couldn’t follow through. But, since I got through it and decided to post it as a New Year surprise, I think I should bring you up to date a bit to lead you back into the story.

If you remember, there was an incident with Tom and Rob which ended with Rob moving in with Jason and Scott, staying in the guestroom. James, who, according to Scott has ‘cute ears’ which blush at the drop of a hat, was staying over with Shawn during his days off from the pizza joint where he worked as a delivery driver with Tom. Shawn, who had fallen deeply in lust with James the first moment they’d met when Tom invited him to Jason’s place, was thrilled that James freely accepted his friendship and, in time, his sexual advances. Between the two of them, they were learning what being gay was all about.

When we left them (sorry it was so long ago), the 5 housemates at the time were spending a few days camping on Jason’s estate, setting up their tent in the trees near a small creek. We discovered that Rob had the hots for James, but James wasn’t quite as receptive to Rob’s advances as he had been to Shawn’s or Scott’s. Meanwhile, Jason gave Scott a tour of the estate. It really wasn’t his yet and wouldn’t be until after his grandfather, who was still alive and living on the west coast, died. The estate, including all the property, the huge house, a huge swimming pool, the garage and 4 cars, and the handyman’s apartment with a handyman still living in it built above the garage, would all belong to Jason. The handyman, Andrew, had originally been hired by Jason’s grandfather to help take care of his invalid wife. After Jason’s grandmother passed away, his grandfather moved out west, leaving Andrew to take care of the property. Jason hated Andrew, but he had promised his grandfather that he wouldn’t fire him.

Jason had complete access to everything and could even live there if he wished. The property was all but his anyway. He could do anything he wanted short of selling anything, including the cars. At least not until his grandfather died and the estate and property became his legally. That was another one of the stipulations his grandfather had made him promise.

During the tour, he took Scott for a ride around the property in a Mercedes SUV which he decided he wanted to give to Shawn as a surprise token of his appreciation for Shawn’s unending efforts to make life so enjoyable and easy for his boss and guests.

As the chapter drew to a close, the self-righteous handyman, Andrew, who was delivering the SUV to the campsite, objected to the nudity he saw when he drove up and fumed when Jason refused to put on clothes. He told Jason that he had contacted his grandfather to complain and tell him about all the nudity and sex going on around the estate. His grandfather had told Andrew to do his job and mind his own business. It was Jason’s home now and his grandson could do whatever the hell he wanted to do.

Andrew knew of Jason’s promise to his grandfather and was sure his job was secure because he knew he was in his grandfather’s will, but Andrew wasn’t as smart as he thought he was when he decided to play a game with Jason to show him who had the upper hand. His plan to blackmail Jason failed when he handed Jason his resignation and, instead of Jason bending to Andrew’s threats of losing everything if he were to be fired, He was stunned when Jason accepted the resignation and Andrew realised that quitting wasn’t the same thing as being fired. Jason told him to get back to the house and start packing. His ‘people’ would soon be in contact with Andrew. Without a job, Andrew had no right to the apartment or anything else on the property.

And so, we pick it up with Andrew stomping down the road and out of the story and Jason waiting for the best moment to surprise Shawn with his brand new Mercedes SUV.

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 45​

“Packed up yet, Shawnie?”

“Just about, Jason,” Shawn replied, pointing at the small pile of stuff nearby. James and Rob were helping him. “This is all that’s left. Let me tell you, it’s a whole lot easier not having to try and stuff everything into the car so we all fit.”

Jason and I were dressed in shorts and Tees by then, ready for a slight detour to the Department of Motor Vehicles on our way home. Shawn didn’t know that, of course. We still hadn’t broken the news to him that the SUV he was loading our stuff into now belonged to him. Both he and James were now wearing T-shirts as well as their nylon shorts, but it was obvious that neither wore underwear. Rob, too, was dressed.

“Anything we can do?” I asked politely from where I was resting my butt on the trunk of Jason’s car. Jason was resting his butt right beside me.

“Nope. We’re good.” He quickly assessed the remainder of the loading to be done and added, “Should be ready to go in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes, then, Shawnie,” Jason said with an impish grin while tapping his wristwatch. “You’re on the clock, man, and time’s a-wastin’.”

Shawn looked at Jason with what I can only call a dumbfounded look on his face. It hung there like a mask for a few seconds, and then amusement suddenly filled his eyes and his lips curled up into a smile. “Time’s a-wastin’?” he chuckled. “For crying out loud, Jason. You sound like Jed Clampett!” His smile turned to laughter as he turned to James. “Come on, Jethro. We’ve got work to do, and you heard the boss: time’s a-wastin’.”

It was James’ turn to get a dumbfounded look on his face. “Who’s Jethro?” he asked as they returned to their chore.

We let Shawn do what Shawn does best, and that was pretty-much everything he did. He was much more than just a pretty face and an ass worthy of a Michelangelo statue. Jason was anxious and excited to surprise him, but he hid it well. He had his right hand stuffed into the back pocket of my denim shorts, but his fingers had the steadiness of a brain surgeon (except for the index finger whose nail scratched at my butt cheek with a steady rhythm). Only his clenching jaws and pulsating temples were a giveaway for anyone close enough to see them. Still, I could almost smell how much he couldn’t wait to see the expression on Shawn’s face when he told him. As the minutes sped by, Jason’s scratching fingernail sped up. I was getting anxious and excited, too, but for a different reason.

Just when I was beginning to wish my back pocket was in the middle of my shorts instead of on the right side, Shawn closed the back hatch of the SUV, thrust his fists victoriously into the air over his head, and shouted triumphantly, “Time!” He began the short walk to where we were sitting. James was walking beside him, his grin as big and bright as Shawn’s.

Jason checked his watch. His other hand was still stuffed in my pocket, but the finger had stopped scratching and had flattened against my ass cheek. “Seven minutes and nineteen seconds,” Jason said. “You and Jimmy still have time for quickie if you hurry.”

Shawn looked at James and grinned. James’ ears turned bright pink. “I think we can wait.” James dropped his gaze to his feet and the pinkness in his ears migrated into his cheeks. He was the cutest blusher I’d ever seen.

“Good,” Jason said as he pulled his hand out of my pocket and rose to his feet. “Now, come on, Shawnie. I want to see if you packed it properly or if you just tossed everything into the back so you could beat your deadline.”

Jason put his left arm around Shawn’s shoulders and began to lead him toward the SUV. James turned to follow, but I lurched forward, my butt launching from the hood of the car, and grabbed at the only part of James that I could latch on to: the waistband at the back of his shorts. (Okay, the hem of his T-shirt would have been easier, but I’m not an idiot who would pass up a chance at the heat from those cheeks.) My fingers slid down his lower back, under the elastic material, as far down the crack as I dared, and grabbed on, bringing James to an abrupt halt. There was a mixed expression of confusion and surprise on his face when he turned his head to look at me. I was holding the tip of the index finger of my free hand to my lips, silently telling James to stay quiet. I gave his shorts a gentle tug to coax him back to me.

“Just watch,” I whispered as I reluctantly pulled my fingers out of the back of his shorts and wrapped my arm around his shoulders and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “It’s a surprise for Shawn.” Together we watched and listened.

Jason leaned into the opened back of the SUV again, Shawn at his side, and made a show of examining the contents, shaking his head back and forth and saying ‘tsk tsk tsk’ with his tongue. Occasionally, he moved a bundle or two around and then back again.

“Pitiful,” he said loudly enough for all of us to hear. “Certainly not worthy of a raise, but I suppose it will do.” He closed the hatch and looked at Shawn as he pulled his set of car keys out of his front pocket. “Anyway, your keys are still in the ignition.” He nodded toward the front of the vehicle. “Do you want to follow me home or do you want me to follow you?”

A look of reservation and panic swept over Shawn’s handsome face. His eyes opened wide in disbelief as he glanced over his shoulder at the SUV. “Me? You want me to drive this home?” Jason smiled and nodded. “Oh, no, Jason. Not me. Couldn’t Scott drive it? Or even you? I’d rather drive your car.”

“Nope. You’re driving it, Shawnie.”

“But what if I have an accident?”

Jason shrugged. “It’s your car,” he said. “You fix it.”

“Exactly, Jason,” Shawn replied. His face was still stricken with reservation. “I can’t afford to fix it if I. . .” The last word caught in his throat and hung there.

Shawn’s expression was priceless. At first it just froze for a few seconds, his mouth open and his eyes going all foggy and blank, before it switched to confusion and, finally, to emotional understanding. He closed his mouth and swallowed hard before he could say, “My car?”

I smiled along with Jason this time when he said, “All yours, Shawnie.”

Rob, who was standing close by, exclaimed loudly, “Way to go Shawn! You lucky bastard!”

Shawn, who was too dumbfounded by what Jason had just said, didn’t even seem to hear Rob’s congratulations. Instead, he looked at the Mercedes again, a mixture of awe and reverence and disbelief on his face. He slowly reached out his hand, caressing the shiny metal with his fingertips. After a minute or so of silent admiration, he announced almost sadly, “I can’t accept this, Jason. I really can’t. It’s too much.”

Jason pulled a folded piece of paper out of his T-shirt pocket and handed it to Shawn. “Too late, Shawnie. I’ve already signed it over to you. It’s yours now, lock, stock, and barrel.”

Shawn tentatively took the paper and opened it cautiously, as if he were dreaming it and it would suddenly go up in a puff of smoke. He had to rotate it one-eighty so he could read it. James moved close to him and put his arm around Shawn’s shoulders. He pointed at the paper. “Is that Jason’s signature?” Shawn nodded his head then stood there in silence, his gaze riveted on the piece of paper which proved that he did, in fact, own the Mercedes. We left him to his thoughts until Jason couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

“Well, say something, Shawnie. We’re all dying here.”

Shawn finally looked up from the paper and into Jason’s face. His eyes were very moist and, when he spoke, his voice was all choked and strained. “I don’t deserve this, Jason.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Shawnie. You deserve this and a whole lot more for what you do for me and Scottie. Next to Scottie here, you’re the most important person in my life and I want to show you how much I appreciate everything you do. I want you to have the Merc.”

“But. . .”

“No ‘buts’, Shawn.” Jason’s voice was firm yet friendly. “I’ve made my decision and that’s final. I want you to have it. You’re going to need your own transportation back and forth to town when we move out here. And as much as Scotty loves that ass of yours, I’m not about to haul it all over town every time you have to go buy a loaf of bread.”

Shawn’s eyes flicked from Jason’s to mine, then back to Jason’s. “It’s all part of my job.”

Jason’s laugh was loud and completely unexpected. “Are you kidding me, Shawn!? Your job is to wash my underwear, mop my floors, make my bed, cook my food, and clean my toilets. Nowhere in your job description does it say that you have get down on your knees to scrub my jazz out of the carpets or pick up all the condoms we toss on the floor when we’re done with them or jerk off in Scottie’s breakfast. Admit it, Shawnie. You weren’t hired to roll a fuckin’ condom on my pecker or sit on Scottie’s face.”

Shawn actually blushed a bit when he shrugged and said, “I don’t mind, Jason.”

“I know you don’t, Shawnie. ‘Specially that bit about sitting on Scottie’s face. I know how much you love having his tongue shoved up that ass of yours, and I know how much he loves sticking it up there. But my point is, Shawnie, I appreciate everything you do for us a lot more than you think.”

Shawn looked at his new vehicle. “I still don’t think I deserve it, though.” Once again he looked at the registration and then at the shiny Mercedes SUV again. He looked back when Jason started talking again.

“Besides, it’s going to come in handy when you drive James to work and back.”

“Wait,” Shawn interrupted hastily. “James isn’t living with us. He’s just visiting.”

“He might just be visiting,” Jason grinned, “but I bet you’ll be driving him to work tonight and picking him up and bringing him back home when he’s done. Am I right?”

“Well, yeah,” Shawn began rather timidly, “but I was going to ask if I could first.”

“You should know you don’t have to ask, Shawnie. It’s your home, too, and if you want Jimmy there, I’m not going to object.” He looked at James. “And I’m willing to bet that you want to be there with him, right?”

James looked from Jason then to me before turning his gaze to Shawn. “Do you want me there?” he asked. “I mean, I don’t want to be any bother.”

“Just say ‘yes’, Jimmy. Shawnie will love me for it and Scotty will have another toy to play with. Besides,” he added with a wink, “it’s fun to watch him trying to figure out whose cum is on his toast in the morning.”

James’ blush started from the neck up this time, but his answer was clear even without him actually saying it. Still, he mumbled, “Okay.”

“That’s settled, then,” said Jason with finality. “So, back to the original question, Shawnie. Do you want to follow us or do you want us to follow you?”

Shawn looked at the SUV again, as if making sure it was still there and that he hadn’t dreamt the whole thing. He looked at the title as well. The expression on his face seemed to say, “It’s really mine.” His mouth, on the other hand, said, “I guess we’ll follow you.”

“Great. We’ll stop at the DMV on the way home and get the registration transferred. I’ll transfer the insurance to you tomorrow.”

“No,” Shawn objected. “The car is too much already. I won’t let you pay the insurance, too.”

Jason nodded. “I’d gladly pay it for you, Shawn. I’m just trying to show you how much you mean to me.” He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and then he said, “Maybe this will show you.” Jason suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Shawn and reached for his crotch. A look of surprise and fear crossed Shawn’s face when it dawned on him what Jason was going to do and he immediately took a step back.

“Freeze!” Shawn froze. “Don’t you dare move, Shawn,” Jason said. He stretched out his arm, hooked his fingers into the front of Shawn’s shorts and pulled him back again. He looked Shawn in the eye. “If you want to keep your job,” he warned, “you’ll keep your mouth shut and stay put.” His attention returned to Shawn’s shorts, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his loose jogging shorts and shoving them to the ground. In seconds he had siphoned Shawn’s soft cock into his mouth and started to give him a blowjob.

I was standing beside James by then, my left arm behind his back. My hand slipped down to come to rest on his ass. When he didn’t object, I began exploring it, rubbing it, teasing it, groping it. It was my second-favourite toy to play with. Somehow, and I’m sure I don’t know how it happened, I suddenly discovered that my hand was inside his shorts, and I was exploring, rubbing, teasing, and grope his bar skin. “Do you mind?” I asked softly.

“No,” came his simple reply.

I let my hand play for a few minutes as we watched Jason bob his head in Shawn’s crotch. Shawn was still scared shitless, but Jason had managed to coax him into a pretty descent hardon. I turned sideways until my chest was pressed against James’ upper arm and my right hand found its way into his crotch. He had a full-on hardon trapped inside his nylon shorts, poking downward to the hem of the left leg. James moaned when my fingers wrapped around it. His right hand moved to the waistband of his short and he pushed it inside, moving my hand aside before pulling his cock up to point at his belly button. Without taking his eyes off Shawn, James pulled his hand out of his shorts, searched out my hand, grabbed it, and moved it back to his cock, pushing my fingers into place around it again and then moving it in an up and down motion. He came straight to the point. (Pardon the pun.) His message was clear. Once he had set the rhythm, he pulled his and away and my hand continued moving up and down his shaft all by itself. Fancy how it knew to that.

Now, playing with cocks and balls and asses is a very pleasant pastime, but I prefer passing my time with said bodily embellishments with the embellishments attached to my face. I decided to put them to work immediately. As much as I hated to do so, I released his luscious ass cheeks and the rampant cock from my grasp. My left hand moved from back to front, slid into the waistband of his shorts, pushing it down to his balls, and wrapped itself around the steel-hard rod there. It throbbed with every beat of his heart. With an encouraging tug, his body started following mine until I had him standing side-by-side with Shawn. I moved in front of him, dropped to my knees beside Jason, and started doing to James what he was doing to Shawn.

As my mouth slid up and down his shaft, I hooked my thumbs into his shorts and pushed them down to his knees. They fell to the ground when I released them and James stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. His hands moved to my shoulders. One of my hands moved to his balls and the other moved back to his ass. I didn’t need a hand on his cock. My mouth and throat could do what a hand could do, and make a better job of it if I may add. James cock was delicious with just the right amount of muskiness to make it taste even better. He wasn’t as big as Shawn, but I certainly wasn’t about to complain. Besides, it isn’t often that I find a cock that I can swallow whole and still stick out my tongue far enough to lick the balls hanging beneath it at the same time. James wasn’t complaining, either.

A few minutes after I started sucking him, James moved his hands from my shoulders to my head. He entangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my face into his crotch. My nose mashed into his short ‘n curlies. My lips were pressed so tightly to him that I couldn’t even stick out my tongue to taste his delicious nuts anymore. I didn’t care. With him moving in, I knew I’d have plenty of other chances to feast on him. My other hand, latched onto his tensed and solid butt cheek, held him there until I couldn’t breathe and I had to push him away. As soon as my lungs were full of fresh air, though, James started rocking his hips, pushing his cock into my throat and pulling it back out as far as the head. In and out. Out and in. My job became very easy. I didn’t have to do anything except suck.

It was all too much for James. After a few minutes, each pump of his hips came faster and faster. I sucked harder and harder until, finally, he pulled my face to him again, pushing his cock into my throat and holding it there, and let loose. I could feel his cum rocketing into straight down my throat and into my belly. After a few shots, I managed to push him away far enough for the last few blasts of his jizz to land on my tongue so I could at least taste it. He tasted hot, creamy, and absolutely delicious.

My euphoria didn’t last very long, though. In just a few seconds, Jason was telling me he needed my face. “Shawnie seems to have reservations about dumping a load down his employer’s throat. If your tongue isn’t busy anymore...”

He didn’t have to finish. I knew what he wanted me to do. As he went back to chowing down on his house boy, I walked over on my knees until I was kneeling behind Shawn, my face level with his own behind. The cheeks were clenching and unclenching in anticipation and I could imagine the little rosette hidden between those cheeks winking and twitching at the exact same time. I grabbed those cheeks in my eager hands and held on, mashing them together and running my tongue up each cheek before running it up the cleft between them. Shawn’s hip quivered and I heard a whimper or two coming out of his mouth.

I made a few more tours of Shawn’s solar system before zeroing in on the sun. I knew exactly where it was. I’d been there many, many times before. When I reached the spot, my thumbs suddenly hooked between his cheeks and pulled them apart. My pointed tongue pressed in to fill the empty space and pushed right into Shawn’s hole. His ass cheeks clenched and his asshole squeezed my tongue as his hips jerked forward. I heard Jason gagging and I heard a muffled moan escape Shawn’s mouth. From the sounds of it, James’ mouth and tongue weren’t letting much sound out.

Shawn was being attacked from 3 directions at a time and his body finally pushed his reservations aside and the feelings took over. My tongue pushed into his ass as far as it could go. His moans were still muffled, but they came more urgently and desperately. It was only a few minutes before Shawn’s body tensed from the tips of his toes to the tips of his ginger hair. His moan came out in one long sound as he pumped the contents of his nuts into Jason’s mouth and down his gullet. From the sounds coming from the front side, I could imagine Jason gulping and swallowing as fast as he could.

Suddenly, Shawn’s guttural groans belted out and echoed into the distance. James had obviously moved his mouth away from Shawn’s mouth, letting the sound escape into the open air. I pushed my tongue as hard and as deep into Shawn as I could, burying my nose and chin into his ass crack. At that moment, there wasn’t a better place I wanted to be. Shawn’s ass was my home away from home.

Ultimately, Shawn’s orgasm came to an end and I pulled my face out of his ass. I rocked back onto my heels, still holding those cheeks in my hands, and looked up. James was holding up his boyfriend and Shawn’s back expanded and contracted with the desperate post-orgasmic breaths he was taking. I leaned forward again to plant a single kiss on each cheek before standing up to join the group. Group hug time, but, as soon as the hug broke, both Shawn and James dropped to their knees – Shawn in front of Jason and James in front of me. Without a word, they worked our shorts open, pulled them down to our thighs, and shoved their faces into our groins with our cocks sliding into their mouths.

James did his best to take me as far as he could, but it was enough. With the memory of my recent exploration of Shawn’s ass still fresh in my mind and with the view from above of James’ mouth sliding up and down my shaft and Shawn’s more talented mouth sliding over Jason’s meat, my orgasm was fast and most enjoyable. Somehow James managed to take it all without spilling a drop. He released me when I grew soft again and I quickly moved behind Jason to give him one of the few ass-lickings he ever allowed me to give him.

When the time is right and the mood suits him, Jason is very receptive. This time, he spread his legs wider, squatted, and bent forward over Shawn’s back, giving me complete access to his most personal place and I took great advantage of it. I grabbed onto his pelvis with both hands and held on for dear life as my entire face invaded his ass. I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity without a fight. My tongue was like an oil drill, searching the deepest depths of Jason’s asshole that it could reach. I took such great advantage of it that, even after Jason jazzed Shawn’s tonsils after a few minutes, I heard James say with surprise a few more minutes later, “Holy shit! He’s still hard!” Shawn kept sucking and I kept drilling until Jason unloaded again in Shawn’s mouth. It was only after Jason finally pulled out of Shawn’s mouth and dislodged my face from his ass that we all dropped to the ground to recover.

“Holy, fuck,” James said.

“You can say that again,” Shawn said.

We sat there regaining our strength and catching our bread until, finally, we stood up to get dressed for the trip home. As a precaution, in order to prevent their dicks from flopping around freely and lewdly in the Department of Motor Vehicles, Jason suggested that they pull on some underwear under their shorts. As they were digging around in their bag in the back of the SUV, Jason suddenly said, “Hey. Where’s Robbie?”

I looked around. He was nowhere to be seen. “Rob!” I shouted. No answer. I called out louder: “Rob!” Still no answer. His bag was still in the car so he had to be around somewhere, but there was no sign of him. “Maybe he’s down by the creek,” I said. “I’ll go look.” I finished doing up my shorts as I headed to the trees. It took a while but I found him sitting back against a tree and facing the creek. His hands were clasped and his forearms rested on his bent knees. “Rob?” I said as I sat down beside him. “Didn’t you hear me calling?”

He shook his head up and down once.

“So why didn’t you answer me.”

He lowered his gaze to look between his legs. “I’m not going back to your place, Scott.”

“What? Why not?”

“I can’t,” he said quietly. “I’m starting to like James too much.” He looked up at me and caught my eyes. “At first, I thought he was sexy as hell and I wanted to fuck him, but then I really started to like him, especially when I saw him naked. He was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I started dreaming about taking care of him. You know, doing anything he wanted any time he wanted.”

He looked up at me again. “It really hurt when he didn’t even want to sit beside me in the circle jerk, but it was worse when I watched the way he let you feel him up the way you did. He didn’t even like me touching him on the arm let alone his ass. And he let you just shove your hands right down his shorts. And then he let you just pull down his shorts and start sucking him off right there. I hated him, and I hated you because he let you do whatever you wanted when I wanted to do it just as much as you did. That’s when I walked away. I couldn’t watch him feeling so good when he wouldn’t let me help him feel it. That’s when I decided I couldn’t go back and have to see him like that and not being able to do anything with him. I can’t take him hating me.”

“C’mon, Rob. You can’t think that way. Besides, where would you go?”

“I don’t know,” he said, looking down at the ground between his legs again. “I’ll manage. Maybe I’ll ask my mother if I can stay with her awhile.” He sucked in a deep breath and let it out again. “I can’t go back. I won’t. I don’t want to be a fifth wheel that’s always in the way, Scott, especially when one of the wheels doesn’t even want me on the cart.”

I waited a bit, but he didn’t say anything else. I reached out for his arm. “Let’s go back and talk this out with the others.”

He looked up at me again. “No. No talking, Scott. You’ve been a good friend to me and I’ll always love you for it, but I’m not going back to your place. I’ll walk back to town if I have to, but I’d appreciate a ride to the nearest bus stop. I’ll make arrangements to pick up the rest of my things later when I figure out where I’m going to be.”

“Are you sure about this, Robbie?” That was Jason. He’d somehow snuck up on us without us knowing and moved to stand in front of us. “I don’t know what this is about. I missed that part. But you know you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want.”

When Jason didn’t get a response, he looked at me. I said, “He’s got the hots for James.”

He looked back at Rob. “And Jimmy doesn’t. I’ve seen it.”

Rob nodded. “I know what it’s like to be afraid of someone, Jason. You should know that as well as anyone. I don’t know what you would have done to me if Scott hadn’t stopped you from rearranging my face that day. I wanted James to like me, not to be afraid of me.” He looked at me, then back at Jason. “Thanks for everything you’ve done for me. You’ve both been really good friends and I’ll never forget it. Will you drop me off at a bus stop?”

Jason thought for a long time and then asked, “Are you really sure that’s what you want?”

Rob nodded sadly. It was the last thing he wanted to do but he felt he had no choice. He would be miserable back at our place.

“Okay, we won’t stop you. Come on. Let’s go.”

I took a moment to explain to Shawn and James what was going on as Rob searched for his bag packed in the trunk of Jason’s car. James was shocked at the news, but somewhat relieved at the same time. They promised not to say anything.

Before we dropped Rob off at the bus stop, Jason asked him if he needed any money. “I’ve got enough to get to my mother’s. I’ll manage.”

Jason pulled a couple of 20s out of his wallet and handed them to Rob. “Take care of yourself, Robert. Let us know if you need anything.”

“Keep in touch, okay?” I added.

Rob took the bills and tucked them into his pants pocket with the promise to pay Jason back. Then he said “Goodbye” and climbed out of the car. I looked over my shoulder as he walked away. He didn’t watch us as we drove away. It was later in the week that Rob came back for the rest of his stuff and to return Jason’s money. His mother had brought him. He was living with her for the time, but we heard through the grapevine that he had moved across the country. We haven’t heard from him since.

* * * * *

There is nothing like sitting in a bathtub full of hot water with Jason, sitting between his legs and using that mass of hair on his massive chest as a backrest, especially when his arms are wrapped around you and air bubbles shoot out at you from everywhere and tickle your ‘everywhere’ everywhere at the same time. That’s where I was soon after we got home. Shawn, the nice boy that he is, brought us a chilled glass of wine each and set the rest of the bottle within easy reach in an ice bucket built into a small, wrought iron stand built just for that purpose.

“I’m glad Jimmie is moving in,” Jason said as he reached for his glass. “He makes both of my boys happy, and when they’re happy, I’m happy.”

“And his ears are such a turn-on,” I added. “Especially when he blushes.” I twisted around so I could look at Jason. “Did you see his face when you told him he could move in?”

“Did you see Shawnie’s? I thought he was gonna kiss me.”

“He probably would have if he wasn’t so stunned over the Mercedes.”

“Yeah, that was quite the reaction,” Jason said as I turned back to lean against him again. “Oh, thanks for the help out there, Babe. My jaws were just about ready to pack it in. I just couldn’t make him pop a load. I wish I was a better cocksucker.”

“Have you ever heard me complain?”

“No,” he replied, “and I thank you for that, but I wish I could do better. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to do it. I don’t know how I even make you get your nut.”

“Because it’s you, Jason. I still can’t believe that a hunk as beautiful and strong as you would get down on your knees to suck my dick.”

“Yeah, well. Anyway, I thought he was going to choke me when you rammed your tongue up his asshole. I still can’t deal with that gag reflex. I don’t think I ever will. But I’m glad I’m stronger than his hips. I knew that would do it for him, though. My Shawnie can’t resist a good tongue fuck, can he? I think he’d be happy sitting on your face all day long. He really loves your tongue shoved up there.”

I heaved a huge sigh and said, “His ass was made for rimming, Jason. Ginger tastes good.”

“His jazz isn’t bad, either. No wonder you gobble down as much of it as you do.”

“We could share it, you know.”

“Nah,” he said behind me. “You enjoy it too much. Besides, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your favourite breakfast topping.”

“It’s good on plain toast, but it doesn’t go very well with marmalade. Too much sugar and citrus to even taste it. You should try one of his special peanut butter and banana sandwiches, though. They’re to die for. Maybe now James will double up on them for me.”

I didn’t have to look to know that Jason was shaking his head and grinning. “You’re gonna wear those boys out. You’re addicted to it, you know. You need rehab, or a therapist at least.” And then he asked, “Can you really taste the difference when they squirt in your food?”

“Of course I can,” I answered. “And I can tell when they mix it up.”

“Even mine?”

“Especially yours.”

“Maybe we should make a challenge of it,” Jason suggested. “The three of us will jerk off on separate slices of toast with peanut butter on it without you watching, and then we’ll blindfold you so you can jerk off on it too. When we’re all done, we’ll bring in the other slices and you can take off the blindfold, take a bite, and tell us who each one belongs to.”

“Why the blindfold?” I asked.

“So you can’t recognize your squirt.”

“You’re on, Babe,” I said, brushing the palms of my hands in victory. I couldn’t lose, and I didn’t. I even won a championship trophy cup for it although I never found out how much Jason had to pay to get “Cum Taster of the World” engraved on the little plaque on the front of it.

We sat there in the heated tub, luxuriating in the feel of the relaxing water around us and the feel of our bodies pressed against each other. I, in particular, loved the feel of Jason’s arm wrapped around my chest. Nothing in the world could hurt me when he did that. He didn’t have a hardon, but I did. His cock was pointing at his navel, held in place against his stomach by my lower back. He kissed my hair a number of times as we sat there and I just sat there soaking up as much strength as I could.

I grabbed the hand on my chest and lifted it out of the water. I started kissing his fingers one at a time, just the tips, before sucking the middle finger into my mouth and giving it a first-class blowjob. Within minutes, Jason’s cock was as hard as a rock and pressing into my back, and the harder I sucked, the more blood pumped into it until it was beating a tattoo on my lower spine. I was still sucking on his pseudo-dick when Shawn came in to ask if we wanted anything before he took James to work. Jason told him ‘no’ and Shawn assured he’d be back soon to make our dinner. I didn’t stop deep throating his finger. Before he left, Shawn giggled and said, “That’s the last thing I’d see you sucking on.”

Later, Jason and I were lying naked on top of our bed with me on my side, my head on his shoulder and my right arm lying on his chest. My index finger was drawing circles around his left nipple and Jason had me wrapped in his arms once again when Shawn showed up in our doorway wearing only a pair of delightfully-erotic pale pink bikini underwear and nothing else.

“Dinner is ready,” Shawn announced. “Should I bring it in?”

“Nah,” Jason said. “We’ll be right out.”

“Don’t bother changing,” Shawn said. “You’re already dressed for what I made.”

I wondered for a moment what he had cooked where naked would be considered suitably dressed, but only for a moment. I was starved.

Shawn disappeared from the doorway and we pulled ourselves out of the bed to follow him. Dinner, as usual, was delicious but without any special seasonings. Not surprising considering all the action we’d all had over the past few days. Shawn’s balls hadn’t had time to replenish their supply.

We were watching television in our bedroom when Shawn came in to tell us he was going to go pick up James and we were still watching it when he returned. A few minutes later, he came back to our room. I expected him to ask us if we wanted anything but, instead, there were tears in his eyes. He stood in the doorway. “James doesn’t want to move in anymore,” he said sadly.

I was completely surprised. He seemed so excited earlier that day. “Why?” I asked.

Shawn leaned against the doorframe and brushed at the carpet with one swinging foot. “He said he wants to quit his job. He says he’s not a freeloader and he’s not going to live here if he can’t pay his rent.”

“Why does he want to quit?” That was Jason who asked that.

“I don’t know, Jason. He won’t tell me.”

Jason thought for only a few moments before he said, “Get his ass in here. If he’s not here in 5 minutes, I’ll be in your bedroom 30 seconds later, and I won’t be knocking.” Shawn just stood there looking at him. “Don’t just stand there, Shawnie! Get him the fuck in here!”

We were sitting on the end of the bed when they returned. We’d turned off the TV and turned on the bedside lamps and were waiting when we heard footsteps in the hall. Shawn came in first, followed by James. James stopped in the doorway. “Over here,” Jason said firmly, nodding toward the carpet in front of him. James moved to stand where he was supposed to and Shawn, still looking like he was going to burst out crying, moved to stand beside James. Jason rose to his feet. I remained seated.

Jason stared James down for a few long seconds and James seemed to shrink in his shadow. The room was silent except for the sounds of our breathing. Suddenly Jason asked rather forcefully, “What in hell is this bullshit about you not wanting to move in?”

“I can’t, Jason,” James replied meekly. “I want to quit my job.”

“What difference would that make?”

“I’m not a mooch. I won’t live here for free, and I wouldn’t have money to pay rent.”

“Oh, you won’t be living here for free, Jimmie,” Jason warned. “You’ll be helping Shawnie with his duties for your room and board, just like you’ve been doing. You’ll do our laundry, you’ll wash our dishes and scrub our toilets and clean our oven. You’ll be on your knees scrubbing our jizz out of the carpet and keeping us supplied with condoms, coffee, and beer. Believe me, Jimmie. You won’t be freeloading.” A few seconds later, he said, “Look at Shawnie.” When James hesitated, Jason said, “Look at him!” James finally turned his head to see Shawn looking at him. They locked eyes for a short time before James looked back. “See those tears? I’ve never seen Shawnie cry, and I don’t ever want to. He wants you to live here. You make him happy, and you make my Scottie happy. And when they’re happy, I’m happy. Get it?”

Jason’s demeanour changed suddenly. His face and his voice softened. His chest swelled to rather frightening dimensions as he sucked in a huge, relaxing breath. He sat down again and patted the bed beside him. “Sit down, Jimmie. Shawnie, take a seat.”

When everyone was settled, Jason calmly asked, “Why do you want to quit?”

“It’s my problem, Jason. I’ll deal with it.”

“Look, Jimmie. Like it or not, you’re part of this family now. You signed up the moment you Shawnie suck your cock the first time. Your problems are our problems now. So, come on. Out with it. Why do you want to quit?”

It took a long time for James to answer and the rest of us were waiting impatiently, probably none more than Shawn. “Tom.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said to myself, but I said it out loud.

Jason went right to the point. “What’s he doing to you? He didn’t hit you, did he?”

James took a deep breath and shook his head ‘no’. “He wanted to know where Rob is. I told him I didn’t know. Then he...” He fell silent again.

“Then he ‘what’?”

“Then he threatened to tell the manager that I came on to him, that I grabbed his crotch and tried to give him a blowjob in the bathroom if I didn’t tell him. I told him we dropped Rob off at a bus stop. That’s all I really knew.”

“Did he tell the manager?”

James shook his head. “I don’t know.” He turned his head toward Jason as Jason put a comforting arm around his shoulders. “I don’t want to go back there. He scares me. He has such evil in his eyes when he gets like that.”

Jason gave him a friendly and gentle squeeze. “And you won’t go back, Jimmie, but you’ll be moving in. Tell me, Jimmie. Can you paint walls and wash and wax cars?” James nodded his head ‘yes’. “Can you rewire a lamp or change a light switch?” James shook his head ‘no’. “Can you change a wax seal or a flush valve in a toilet?” Again, ‘no’. “Can you lay tiles or carpeting or hardwood flooring?” Once again, ‘no’. “Would you be willing to learn?”

James turned his head to look at Jason. “What do you mean?”

Jason gave him another squeeze. “Well, I just happen to be in need of a handyman. If you’re willing to learn basic handyman skills, I’ll pay for whatever classes it takes to get you to where you can do the job. You’ll be on the official payroll when you’re done and you’ll be in charge of taking care of the estate, not to mention the perks of having access to all the blowjobs you can handle. Would you like the job?”

James swallowed hard and nodded in response. Then Jason smiled and said, “Tomorrow morning, we’ll go to the pizza place and you can tell your boss that you are quitting and you want your pay, and then you’ll tell him why. We’ll be there if you need us, but you’re on your own. Shawnie can drive his Mercedes and we’ll go to pick up whatever you want to bring back here and work it out with your landlord.”

“There’s not much to pick up,” James said. “The place was furnished when I moved in. There’s just my clothes and my junk and stuff.”

“Good. You’ll write out your notice and hand it in to the landlord and I’ll take care of any rent that’s due. You won’t be sleeping there another night.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jason.”

“I know, but I will,” Jason told him. “I want you to be here with Shawnie, but we’ll talk about it tomorrow morning. Now, you and Shawnie go back to your bedroom and take your clothes off, and slip into a condom over that dick of yours and show my Shawnie just how happy you are to live here with us.”

After some serious hugging, Shawn led James by the hand toward the door. “Oh, hey,” Jason said. They stopped and looked back. “Leave the door open. I want to hear how happy you make each other. And don’t worry about the neighbours. The walls are soundproof.” Jason left them with a wide smile and a tremendous wink.

From what we could hear through our open bedroom door, they were both very, very happy... twice.

* * * * *

James rode with Shawn the next morning in his new SUV. Jason and I followed them in case James needed help in the ‘quitting’ department. Shawn went in with him for support. We waited outside and watched through the window as James called for the manager. The cashier stepped to the nearby swinging doors behind her and talked to someone to her left. A few seconds after she returned to the counter, a distinguished gentleman, probably in his 40s, came through the door wiping his hands on a cloth. Apparently James had asked to speak to him privately because the manager directed him through the swinging door and probably into the store office. Shawn remained where he was and waited.

A few minutes later, they came back through and the manager accompanied James to the door with Shawn walking beside the young man who would share his bed. A few more words were exchanged and the manager finally held out his hand for James to shake. They did, and James and Shawn left the building. They came to Jason’s car and James spoke to us through the open window. “It’s done,” he said. “I can come back to get my last pay tomorrow. I guess this isn’t the first time Tom has threatened the staff. Gerry said he would be talking to Tom when he came in for his next shift.”

(We found out a few days later from the news that Gerry’s talk with Tom hadn’t gone as well as his chat with James. Tom flipped out and started beating on Gerry, breaking his nose in the process. Gerry came running out of the swinging doors with blood pouring out of his nose and dripping down his shirt. Tom was right on his tail and a cook was right behind him. Another young man making pizzas at the counter turned and saw Gerry, and then he saw Tom. He dropped everything and moved to tackle Tom before he could reach Gerry again, taking him to the floor in one bone-jarring hit. The other cook dropped to the floor and fought for control of Tom's arms as he swung them at the pizza maker sitting on his chest. The cashier was soon standing nearby with a pizza bat in her hands after she’d called the police. A young patron in his late teens entered the parlour with his girlfriend. Their laughter stopped when they heard Tom's screams and saw Gerry leaning against the wall with his shirt soaked in blood. His girlfriend grabbed her phone and dialled 911 as the young man literally vaulted over the counter like and Olympic gymnast and sat on Tom’s legs to stop him from kicking the baker in the back of his head. Unfortunately, he took a knee to the nuts for his efforts. Tom was arrested and Gerry, the baker, and the patron with the bruised balls pressed charges. Gerry was transported to the hospital for treatment by the paramedics who had arrived and the trio of rescuers got a bonus in the pay packets. For his rescue efforts, the young man received a year’s supply of coupons for a free pizza each week. He didn’t need medical attention for his balls although, judging by his picture in the paper, I would have been more than happy to massage them for him. Oh. The article also mentioned that Tom would be assessed for anger management issues.)


James directed Shawn to the property management company which handled James’ apartment and collected James’ rent. He handed in his notice and made plans to have his rent paid, but, when the manager he was talking to found out he was moving in a few days, the manager told him he would waive the next month’s rent if James could be out and the apartment cleaned by the end of the next weekend. He had a waiting list and furnished apartments were at a premium.

James looked at Jason and asked, “Can Shawn help me?”

“Of course he can, Jimmie,” Jason assured him. “I’m sure he would be more than happy to help.”

The manager assured James that, following a walkthrough of the cleaned apartment, he would hand over the waiver to James and retrieve the keys. James was happy with that.

James and Shawn went on to James’ apartment to begin sorting and packing and for James to hand in his notice to the landlord. Jason and I set out for a tour of the town with no particular destination or purpose in mind. We were just driving around enjoying the sunshine and our solitude. We had lots of it at home when we wanted it but there was always the knowledge that Shawn was just on the other side of the door. I was sitting beside Jason in the middle of the front seat, my hand in his lap and stroking the cock I had managed to pull out of his jeans before we even left the pizza joint’s parking lot, thinking how happy Shawn looked behind the wheel of his new Mercedes but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the vehicle he was driving or because of the young man sitting in the seat beside him. I asked Jason, “Do you think you’ll ever start driving one of the cars out at the house?”

“Why, Babe? What’s wrong with this one?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, Jason, but your butler is riding around in a brand new Mercedes and you’re still driving around in this old clunker. You own an estate with a five-car garage and you own an apartment that not many people would even be able to afford to rent let alone buy. You’ve got a butler who sucks you off and sits on my face and sits on the edge of the tub and jerks off for me when there isn’t anything good to watch on television. You’ve got a future handyman who loves your house boy and would probably join Shawn in his bathtub wanks because he likes me as much as I like him. You’ve got 3 other cars sitting in a garage doing nothing but depreciating in value and you still drive around in this.” I emphasised the ‘this’ with a sweep of the hand that wasn’t happily wrapped around Jason’s amazing cock and stroking it from balls to flared head.

Jason laughed. “That’s not me, Scottie. You know that. I don’t like showing off like that.”

I stopped stroking to make sure I had Jason’s attention. “There’s nothing wrong with driving around in a Cadillac in cut-off jeans and a pair of sandals with your prick waving in the breeze.” I started stroking again. “That’s you, Babe, not the car you drive. Remember that dipshit who used to drive around town in that rusted-out old Caddy who couldn’t even afford a tin of Bondo to patch it back together? Remember how he tried to look rich and ended up looking so stupid instead because he couldn’t even afford the body work?”

“I don’t have a Caddy,” he said, trying to distract me I suppose.

“Well, what was the white one I saw?”

“A BMW.”

“The BMW then,” I said. “Haven’t you ever thought about driving around town in that with your cock planted in my throat sucking the jizz right out of your balls in front of the police station?” His cock jumped in my hand, but I’m not sure if it was because he had thought of it before or because the idea of it turned him on. It certainly turned me on. My shorts were tight before then, but I had to let my dick out of the cage before I hurt myself. Fortunately for Jason, I could do it one-handed and didn’t have to take my other hand off his dick.

“You won’t like it,” Jason said.

“Why? It’s a beautiful car.”

“You won’t like it,” he repeated.

“How do you know?”

“I know you, Babe. I know you, I know the car, and I know you won’t like it.”

I made one last, desperate argument. “But just imagine getting your nut in front of the police station in a BMW.”

Jason laughed out loud. “So, it’s really you who wants to drive around town in a BMW slurping on my salami.” He looked at me and I looked at him and gave him a devilish grin.

“Okay. Anything for you, Babe,” he said with a smile and promptly turned left at the next intersection. “But you won’t like it.”

I sucked Jason’s cock all the way to the house, but not hard enough to make him cum. I was an expert at cocksucking, but I was even more of an expert at edging a guy. I could drive a man nuts for hours before I let him cum if I wanted to, no matter how much he wanted me to make them shoot. No bragging here. With a nod of thanks to Charles Emerson Winchester the Third, I do one thing and I do it very well, and then I move on. And now, with 3 cocks at my disposal, I could be happy 24/7 any day I wanted. With 3 sets of balls churning out cream, I wouldn’t even have to stop for lunch.

We made it to the house and Jason pushed a button on his keys and the garage doors rolled up. He pulled into the parking space previously occupied by Shawn’s SUV. He did up the button on his shorts when he got out, but he left the zipper open. His plumped up cock led the way. I didn’t even do up the button. My shorts were tight enough to stay up on their own. We climbed out and I walked at Jason’s side as he found a key on his keychain and unlocked a door, opened it, and entered a small office-type space. He picked a small set of keys complete with a remote off a hook attached to a peg board and added it to his keychain. He locked the office door behind us and walked toward the BMW, pushing a button on the remote. The locks popped up and the engine started purring. Jason opened the door for me, allowing me to climb inside and settle in the most comfortable and welcoming car seat my ass cheeks had ever encountered. Jason circled the front of the car and opened his own door, undoing the top button of his shorts again before climbing in and pulling the door closed behind him.

I couldn’t sit beside him. The console was in the way and I had to lean over it to reach him. Once I had arranged myself properly, though, and stretched the shoulder belt almost to its maximum, my lips were finally sliding down my favourite toy until it was lodged in my throat before Jason even cleared the garage and pushed the button to close and lock the doors behind us. I sucked Jason’s cock all the way back to town, edging him all the way. I pulled off his cock only once, and that was to tell him to drive by the police station and to tell me when we were a block away.

Jason was going crazy, humping his hips up and down and trying to fuck his cock deeper into my face. His grunts and groans, easily heard over the quiet hum of the engine, told me he was desperate to cum. Finally, the words I was waiting to hear came out of his mouth in a raspy, agonized groan. “We’re there!”

The white BMW rolled past the police station with the driver’s face scrunched up in ecstasy and his balls pumping a load of his hot, creamy ball juice down his passenger’s throat.

To Be Continued (I hope)​