Taking Care of Jason

[Kyanimal]

Just F'ing

What a most Enjoyable, unexpected, surprise, in so many ways!

VERY Happy New Year, indeed!

Thank You, Awesome Neil!
Chaz

 

[voyeurguy3]

Very hot!

 

[sheep]

So very hot. Thanks, Neil. I was going to do the same until I remembered I had to file a HST return by day's end. There is always tomorrow for the story.

 

[DonQuixote]

A Happy New Year to you, too, Neil.
You kept this update a secret from me, too.

Cumtastic!

 

[gsdx]

^ I originally started to chapter in hopes of tying up loose ends as I did with Watching Brad (hence the Tom and Rob 'wrap up'. They just didn't fit in the story in my mind the way I had hoped they would.) Tom was never intended to be that way and I don't know why he turned out the way he did. I just don't think I liked him. James wasn't supposed to turn out the way he did, either. He wasn't even supposed to become a regular. I had stuck him in only because a very good friend of mine and former Jubber wanted me to put him in the story. I did, but only as a cameo. I guess he's become a bit more than that. (By the way, my friend had 'Russell Tovey' ears, too.)

As long as my wrist and shoulder hold out and don't cause me too much grief, I'll keep at it at least long enough to get them into the house and at least as long as I can come up with new ways of doing the same things.

 

[DonQuixote]

Sounds like a trip to the library for the Kama Sutra volumes 1-23 is in order, lol.

 

[gsdx]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 46​

It took 2 days for Shawn and James to sort through James’ stuff and pack it in boxes and garbage bags. On the third day, a shiny black Mercedes SUV and Jason’s old clunker were parked in front of a modest, red brick apartment building somewhere east of downtown as two strapping and totally sexy young men loaded them up. Jason was the boss, so he wasn’t expected to lift a finger and I was too busy looking at all the bare chests and bare legs and muscles and plump ass cheeks and mouth-watering bulges in tight denim shorts to even think of helping. It was as clear as day that James and Shawn were freeballing it that morning. I didn’t mind. I just stood there enjoying the scenery passing by.

By early afternoon, both vehicles were parked side-by-side in the underground parking spaces and our two boys busied themselves unloading the vehicles onto the condo trolley cart and taking James’ stuff up the elevator to our floor to be unloaded in their bedroom. What James didn’t really need was placed in his own section in Jason’s storage unit in the basement. By late afternoon, they were finished moving James’ stuff and had gone out shopping to buy James his own dresser. Shawn used the credit card that Jason had given him to use for household purchases. James was now part of the household.

They still had to unpack, but after they carried up the new dresser from the parking garage, they reappeared showered and dressed in shiny purple underwear to prepare dinner for us. Jason and I were dressed exactly the same. (Except for the underwear of course. Ours carried the invisible label ‘Made by Mother Nature’.) I’d tried to coax Jason into laying a fuck into me, what with all those bulges I had been enjoying all day, but he said he just wasn’t in the mood. “Maybe later,” he told me. He didn’t even want a blowjob. All he would let me do was to sit beside him and diddle his dick. ‘Later’ came mid-way through dinner. He suddenly asked Shawn to bring him a condom and started to push plates aside to make room for me to lie on the table.

Shawn returned with the condom, handed it to Jason, and then took his seat on the other side of the table beside James. They moved their plates to the side as I bent myself over the table and lay belly-down on it. Jason threw a wild fuck in my ass right there the middle of our dinner. It was wild enough that we kept moving the table across the floor and forcing Shawn and James to shift their chairs back a few times.

I was hoping one of our boys would think to shove a cock down y throat to stifle my moans, but neither did. Whether or not he was just being silly, but James dipped a few of his French fried in ketchup and stuffed them in my mouth when I was making one of my many cum faces (without the accompanying cumshot, of course). Still, the fuck was so good that I blew my load all over the kitchen floor without even touching my dick. Jason was one of the few people I’ve met who could make me cum from the inside. Jason’s orgasm when it came was just as loud as it was powerful. The walls might have been soundproof, but I wasn’t sure about the door. I could only imagine what someone in the hall might have been imagining was going on beyond the locked door as they walked by, but I’m sure they had a pretty good idea that nobody was being hurt.

When we were done, Jason bent over me, chest to back, until we caught our breath and came down from our euphoric high. An amused James kindly reheated our meals in the microwave as Shawn disappeared under the table with a napkin to sop up my load. Jason, meanwhile, softened enough to slip out of my ass. When he climbed off me and sat down in his chair, the condom was gone and Jason hadn’t removed it.

Jason and I retired to the living room sofa as Shawn and James cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen before retiring to their bedroom to unpack the rest of James’ belongings into his new chest of drawers. They didn’t close the door and we were regaled with subtle chitchat with the occasional burst of laughter all complimented with a few smacks of palms on thinly-covered butt cheeks and the sounds of lips smacking on lips and sucking on tongues. They were still busy with their task when we went to our bedroom to get ready for a night out of cruising around town to look at the sights of the masculine variety.

As I mentioned earlier, we were back to using Jason’s old car. He had been right. I didn’t like the BMW. Mind you, it was a beautiful and comfortable car to ride in (my ass cheeks had never been so pampered by a car seat), but I’d discovered that the console was something which would just be in my way. That’s why Jason said I wouldn’t like it I suppose. I mean, I couldn’t even sit beside him anymore. And it killed my back having to lean over the console to get to him, and there was no way I could sit on it if we happened to pick up someone for a night of fun. It wouldn’t be fair to Jason to leave him up front like a chauffeur while I sat in the back slurping someone else’s salami. It had to go.

“Do you have one without a console?” I had asked Jason earlier.

“Yes,” he replied. “Mine.”

“No others?”

“I don’t think they make cars without centre consoles anymore, Babe. Only trucks, which aren’t half as sexy as Shawn’s SUV. It’s either my car or you learn to live with a console.”

“Maybe Shawn would swap the SUV with the BMW,” I suggested.

“It’s a console, too, Babe. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “I miss sitting beside you, I miss feeling you and smelling you, Jason. I miss holding your dick when you’re driving and I miss being able to suck you any time I want.”

“Or any time I want,” Jason said.

So, there we were, on our way out to the estate to exchange cars again with James and Shawn in the back seat. Shawn would drive Jason’s car back and Jason would drive back in the BMW. We would keep it at the apartment for more formal occasions. There was plenty of space to park. Jason knew the owner and had an entire section of eight spaces to park in. Nobody parked near him. “Maybe I can get the car painted and detailed,” he said. “I’ll look into it.”

“I know a guy,” James said from the back seat. “He works at the paint shop during the day and delivers pizzas at night. They do amazing work.”

Jason looked up at the rear view mirror. “Gimme his number,” he said. “If it works out, Scottie will give you a blow.”

I turned around in my seat to look at James. I held my hand to hide my mouth from Jason and said in a loud stage whisper, “Even if it doesn’t work out, I’ll give you a blow. Hell, as long as Shawn isn’t using it I’ll give you a blow.”

James laughed, but his ears didn’t turn red.

So, I was happily riding into the city that evening in our old car, pressed up against Jason’s magnificent body, smelling clean and fresh from the shower, with my hand in his lap and stroking on the rampant dick I’d wrangled out of his denim cut-offs. It was wonderful again, leaning over him whenever his juices bubbled to the tip and slurping them away. The console became a quickly forgotten memory and I didn’t miss it one bit. This old clunker wasn’t much to look at yet, but it was much better than cushy seats.

We didn’t have a destination that night. Just driving around until something or someone caught our interest, and it didn’t take long for that to happen. Jason’s shirt was unbuttoned and his chest was bared. His prick was standing straight up in my hand. Occasionally I’d bend over in my seat and slurp him down my throat for a bob or two, just so I wouldn’t forget what his dick tasted like. (Like that would ever happen, right?) Anyway, it was during one of those non-slurping moments when I was sitting up that we pulled up to a red light and stopped. We were in the right-hand lane and a taxi pulled up beside us. I thought the kid in the passenger seat was wearing a red hat until I saw that it was his hair.

“Holy, shit, Jason! Look at that guy’s hair!”

Jason glanced over and asked, “What’s the big deal? Shawnie’s got red hair.”

“No, Babe. Shawn is Prince Harry ginger,” I explained. “This kid is Ron Weasley Ben Walton red! Roll down your window! Quick! Get his attention. Get him to roll down his window!”

Jason did as I had begged him to do and motioned the young guy to roll down his window. He did and I immediately called out to him, “Hey! What’s your name?”

“Adam,” he replied.

“Hey, Adam. I’m Scott. How would you like a blowjob?”

Adam looked stunned and a bit confused. He glanced briefly at the driver then back at me. “Who from?”

“Me,” I told him with my most inviting smile.

“I’m not gay, man.”

“You don’t have to be gay to get a blowjob.” He still looked hesitant. “Look. If you want one, go through and pull over when the light turns green. Pay your fare and we’ll take you wherever you’re going and all it will cost is letting me suck your dick.”

“I’m going to meet a friend,” he said.

“Bring him along,” I told him. “I’ll blow him, too. You can come back to our place and we’ll make a night of it. All the blowjobs you can handle!”

“The light’s turning green, Scottie.”

I called out one last time. “Your move, Adam!” The light turned green and the cab lurched forward, going through the intersection first. I was hoping the taxi would pull over, but it didn’t, at least not then. It passed through the next intersection when it finally pulled to the curb. Jason pulled in behind it. We watched as Adam handed the driver some money, got some handed back, and then the door opened and Adam climbed out. He was thinner than I expected, but he certainly wasn’t skinny. His jeans didn’t hint at what was inside them, but I was anxious to find out for myself, if only to get a peek at his fiery pubes.

The cab drove away as Adam approached and I rolled down the window for him. He bent at the waist with his forearm on the roof and looked inside. He looked at Jason first and I heard him whisper ‘Jesus’ before turning his attention to me. His hair looked even redder in the interior lights that Jason had turned on and I could see the scattering of freckles so common with some redheads. They weren’t ‘in your face’ so to speak, but they were there. Adam was good looking, but not particularly cute or pretty, but his hair racked up a lot of extra points for him and pushed him closer and closer to a ten. His hair was straight, parted on the right, and long enough to cover the tops of his ears and hang down over his forehead from the right side to the left. “Are you really going to suck me off?” he asked quietly and almost hopefully.

“That’s the plan,” I told him with a smile.

He looked up and down the street before looking back at back at Jason. His eyes fell to Jason’s lap again where his own cock was standing straight up and sticking out of my hand. “I don’t have a very big... um...,” he said when he looked back at me. “Nowhere near as big as his,” he added with a nod toward Jason.

“I don’t care, Adam,” I told him. “It’s not the size of the sword. It’s what the swordsman can do with it. Does the carpet match the drapes?”

A look of total confusion came over his face. “What do you mean?”

“Are you as red down below as you are up top?”

He looked down at his crotch and blushed. “Oh. Um, yeah, I’m red there, too. Sorry, I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Done what?” I asked. “Get a blowjob or get picked up like this?”

“I’ve never been picked up like this, but I’ve sort of had a blowjob.”

Jason asked the question before I could. “How do you ‘sort of’ get a blowjob?”

Once more, he looked up and down the street. “Can I get in?”

“Sure,” I said, patting the seat beside me. Adam climbed in and closed the door then he rolled up the window. Whatever cologne or aftershave he was wearing went straight from my nose to my nuts and my cock jumped in my shorts. “Man, Adam, you smell incredible.”

“Thank you.”

Jason looked past me to our red-headed pick-up. “You were going to tell us how you ‘sort of’ get a blowjob.”

Adam told us his little tale. “It was a college classmate who did it. We were out on an overnight field trip out of town and Alex and me were billeted in the same motel room. I was sound asleep and having a dirty dream about getting a blowjob when I started having an orgasm. It woke me up and I realised it was Alex who was really doing it, but I couldn’t stop and just kept shooting in his mouth until I was done. He asked me later if he could do it again, but I told him I didn’t want to. That was my only time. Half an orgasm. That’s all I know about a blowjob.”

Jason looked at him and said, “You didn’t want him to do it again, yet here you are hoping to get one from Scottie.”

Adam returned his gaze. “Scott gave me a choice,” he said. “It’s was my decision to ask the cab driver to pull over and let me out. Alex didn’t give me a choice. He just did it when I was asleep. It was like he raped me. It’s not rap if I give Scott my permission. Besides, I really want to know what a blowjob feels like when I’m awake.”

“Fair enough,” Jason said. “And you’ve lucked out by getting an offer for one from the best cocksuckers in the city.” I could hear Adam swallow hard beside me. Then Jason asked him, “So, where are you meeting your friend?”

“The Wipe Out,” he replied as he looked at his wristwatch. “I’m supposed to meet him there about a half-hour from now.”

Jason nodded and I turned in my seat toward Adam. “Plenty of time,” I said. “Shall we get started?”

Adam frantically looked around at the cars on the street and the people walking along the sidewalks. “You mean right here?” he asked urgently. “In the car?”

“Sure. Why not?” I asked. “I do it all the time. The car will be moving and hardly anyone can see you from the shoulders down, and if anyone does see, they probably won’t figure out what’s going on until we’re long gone. Besides, who will see you that knows who you are?”

He took a few deep breaths as he looked around again, thinking. Then he said, “Nobody, I guess.”

“So, is that a ‘yes’?”

After another deep breath and another hard swallow, Adam nodded.

“Buckle up then,” I told him. As he was doing so, Jason pulled back onto the street and drove on.

“What do I do?” Adam asked nervously.

“Nothing at all, Adam,” I told him with as much reassurance as I could put into my voice. “Just sit back, relax, and let me take care of everything. If I do something you don’t like me doing, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”

Adam nodded again.

My right hand came to rest on his heaving belly just above the seatbelt and my left hand slid onto his thigh where it began to make slow circles on the taut denim, expanding on each circuit and gradually moving closer and closer to his crotch. When I reached it, I continued the circles, rubbing against his crotch with each rotation. Adam’s breathing became more intense and his belly rose and fell beneath my hand faster and harder with each breath. His hips kept trying to push his crotch under my hand every time it came close. Finally, I gently slipped my hand over the denim and quickly found the hard hunk of meat there. As I massaged it and gently squeezed it and teased it, my other hand began to explore Adam’s upper body. He was slim, but far from skinny, and he was just as hard above the waistband as he was below it. His chest and stomach were solid and his pert nipples poked out of nicely-mounded pecs that you don’t often see on thinner guys. There certainly was a man’s body beneath that loose shirt he was wearing.

Adam was rock hard under his zipper, too, but, like he had said earlier, he didn’t have a very big dick. From the feel of it, I guessed him to be about as thick as a jumbo wiener, but certainly not longer than a regular-sized one. That didn’t deter me, though. I’ve sucked big cocks and small cocks and cocks of every size in between. I would give Adam’s prick all the attention this delightful and incredible-smelling red-headed young man deserved. Adam was enjoying it, though. I could tell by the way his hips were humping up into my palm. The soft whimpers and moans quickly followed as the humping became more frantic. It took me only a moment or two to understand what was going on with him and I turned my full attention to his jeans, both hands working to undo the button and lower the zipper to give him some time to calm down a bit.

When his jeans were open, I spread the denim flaps and saw that he was wearing a pair of black, no-fly bikini briefs. his jumping cock little more than a shadow pointing up and aimed at his right hip. Two small egg-shaped mounds rested at the base. My right hand returned to his chest as my left hand slid over his crotch, just letting it sit there. My right hand started at his belly and quickly moved up to his pecs, pushing his shirt up as I went until he grabbed hold of it and held it up to his jaw with one hand.. I was surprised to see and feel that he was as well-developed as I’d thought he was. I placed my palm over his right pec, leaving the nipple exposed, using my thumb and index finger to toy with it. It was easily teased into a solid nub that stuck out of his chest like the tip at the end of a condom. I moved my face in to put my lips to work on it.

I nipped and sucked at one and then the other with my lips and teeth and my tongue drew circles around them seeking the tiny hairs there before giving each nipple a little blowjob of its own. When I had Adam heaving his chest at me, I started to move my other hand over his crotch, tightening around the dick still stuffed in his underwear and stroking from his balls to the tip and back again. At the start of the third trip up, Adam’s hand suddenly few out and grabbed my hand, holding it fast. “Stop! You’re gonna make me cum!”

I yanked my hand out from under his and reached for his underwear as my other hand dropped down and did the same. Adam kept his hand there, squeezing his cock in an attempt to stop his orgasm. “Oh, God! I can’t stop it! Fuck!” He pulled his hand away when I yanked at his briefs, pulling them down and hooking them under his balls. I had only a moment to take note of the bright-red hair cushioning his bouncing cock before sinking my lips over it and letting the smooth head slide over my tongue and into the entrance of my throat.

My lips had barely met his red pubes when Adam was groaning out “Oh man! Oh man!” as his hips hunched up to my face. His orgasm was surprisingly powerful, accompanied by the constant grunts and groans and his steady stream of exclamations coming out of his mouth until his last groan lasted from his first shot of jizz to his last. His balls pumped out a healthy and delicious load for their size, but my only thought at the moment was for Adam. Poor guy. His second chance at a blowjob and he still didn’t know what one felt like. Twice in his life, the only thing he knew about blowjobs was the cumshots that finished them. But not today. I was determined to show him the joys of a full-on blowjob from start to finish.

Eventually, Adam came down from his orgasmic high and his body and breathing began to relax, but his dick stayed rock hard in my mouth. I kept him there as I tugged his jeans and underwear down to his knees. I massaged his dick with my lips and tongue and even worshipped the head for a minute or two. Once or twice, I pulled my mouth off his dick to pay some attention to his almond-sized balls (in the shell, of course), licking them and sucking them one at a time and then both together into my mouth. Adam wasn’t even bothered when I burrowed my tongue beneath his balls into the space beneath as far as my tongue could reach. He even hunched his hips up and spread his legs as far as his jeans would allow. When I did that, he made sounds I’d never heard a man make before, but I’m guessing they were happy sounds. It gave me time to get to know him better.

Beneath the scent of his cologne, there was a youthful smell of shower-fresh skin and a hint of body wash that not only smelled delicious but made him taste delicious as well. I grabbed his hardon with my right hand and pushed up his shirt to his chin with my left. Adam helpfully grasped it in his hand again and held it for me. His pubes stood out like a bright red lighthouse beacon, but there wasn’t even a trail of fuzz up to his bellybutton. No treasure trail at all. The only hair I could see was around his nipples, and there weren’t many of them there, either. I didn’t have to do anything to keep his dick hard. It was locked into hardon mode, but I played with it anyway to keep his mind where it should be before I got down to some serious cocksucking.

I returned my attention to his nipples and continued where I left off before the interruption. With the taste of his cum still on my tongue, I soon had Adam’s slender chest heaving up into my face again as his breath sounded in rapid and breathy gasps. His hips began vibrating, jerking himself off in my hand. “Oh my fuckin’ God!” Adam cried, probably a lot louder than he intended it to come out. “That feels so good!” I was glad that the windows were closed.

I dropped my left hand to Adam’s balls. My mouth followed it down, passing over his chest and stopping at his bellybutton to give him a bit of a preview of what was to come before burying my nose in his red pubic hair. His cockhead bounced against my cheek. His pubic curls even smelled red and I my nose into as much of it as I could before turning my head sideways and slurping his slab into my mouth. I stopped at the head and started the blowjob there. With my lips locked behind the ridge, I sucked and tongued and teased and gently nibbled at the smooth and tasty head. Occasional drops of delicious lube leaked out and I lapped it up with gusto. That seemed to be enough for Adam, but I decided it was time to give him the full treatment. There was a noticeable swelling in his entire dick when I sank my mouth to his cushy pubes and set about giving Adam a blowjob he wouldn’t quickly forget.

I put every trick in my playbook to work, sucking, bobbing, swirling, twirling, tonguing, nipping, teasing, tickling his balls and the skin beneath them with my fingertips and tongue – everything I could do to keep Adam on the edge while stretching it out and letting it grow in intensity as long as I could. Adam’s hands had dropped to the back of my head the moment I sucked him in and they stayed there. They didn’t do much except ride up and down when I bobbed my head on his dick, but a few times he held my face down as far as it would go. I think it was more to verify that there was really a head bobbing up and down on his cock that he was finally feeling what a real blowjob feels like, and he was wide awake to feel it.

I couldn’t really do much with my throat because his dick just wasn’t long enough to get much beyond the entrance. It didn’t even go in deep enough to prevent me from breathing through my nose, but Adam seemed ecstatic knowing that his entire prick was stuffed in my mouth. I could tell by the increase and intensity of Adam’s movements and breathing and grunts and groans and cries of ‘Oh my God!’ that he was getting closer and closer to orgasm, so I stepped up the sucking and slurping, making as much noise as I could to make his blowjob as powerful and as exciting as possible until Jason said, “Almost there, Scottie.”

“So am I,” Adam said in a voice that was somewhere between a whisper, a grunt, and a warning, but there was a whole lot of anticipation mixed in there along with the excitement in knowing that his first ever blowjob was coming to an end.

I cranked my mouth into overdrive and soon had Adam bouncing in his seat, literally. I mean, his hips pushed up as his hands pushed down, slamming his cock into my mouth when it was sucking him in and dropping to the seat again when his dick was sliding back out to the head. The seatbelt dug deep into his belly. His whole body started to shiver and quiver. It was the beginnings of a full-body body cumshot that started at his toes and went right to the top of his head and everything in between. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair and he pulled my face down into his crotch, trying to push more of his dick in there even when there wasn’t any more to go in and he held tight. I had all Adam had to offer inside of me, and what he was offering me began to pump its second load of ball juice through it and straight down my throat while his body registered 6.7 on the Richter scale.

Adam’s orgasm seemed to go on and on for ages. His prick was pumping and convulsing even before he started shooting his juice and it was still pumping and twitching for at least a minute after it stopped squirting. It was easily in the top five of the tastiest and most satifying loads I’d ever had the pleasure of taking into my gut and one of the best smelling as well. Still, it took Adam some time to come down from it, long after he’d finally gone soft and his prick had slipped from my lips. Even then, I remained bent over him, my cheek resting on his tummy with the scent of those delightful and dazzling red pubes, waiting in case a stray drop of nectar came oozing out of his deflated dick so I could lap it up.

When none came and I was satisfied that I had already sucked every single drop of jizz out of his balls, I sat up and looked at him. His head was leaned back and his chest heaved as he sucked huge gulps of air through his open mouth. That’s when I noticed the car wasn’t moving anymore. I glanced at Jason. He was whacking his dick and he said, “If you don’t mind?” Of course I didn’t mind and I twisted around in my seat, bent over Jason’s lap, and sucked my most favourite toy in the world into mouth and soon had him blasting a tremendous load over my tongue and into my throat. I happily swallowed it down. Adam had been the appetiser. Jason was the main course and the flavours of both of their ball juices mixed and blended wonderfully. They were delicious on their own, but they were doubly delicious when mixed together.

I sat up to find that Adam had tucked himself away and zipped up his jeans. “Thank you, Scott,” he said gratefully. “That was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I told him.

“I hope you weren’t disappointed,” he said. “You know, because my dick’s so small.”

“Trust me, Adam,” I told him. “Not many guys have an orgasm like you had. There was no disappointment and I’ll be more than happy to do it for you again any time you want.”

He looked at me with a surprised look on his face. “Really?”

“Any time,” I assured him. “Do you think your friend would like to join us back at our place?”

“I don’t know,” Adam answered, “but if he doesn’t want to, can I come back by myself?

“Sure.”

“Would you suck me again if I do?”

“Absolutely,” I offered. “You can even stay the night if you want. We’ve got plenty of room.”

“I...” he started to say, but he was interrupted by Jason, who said, “Hey, Adam, what’s your friend look like?”

“Long, black hair. Looks like he needs a shave. He always wears a black baseball cap.”

“Is that him?” Jason asked pointing up the street where The Wipe Out was. “This guy went in a few minutes ago and now he’s standing out front looking up and down the street.”

“Where? Oh, never mind. I see him.” Adam scrambled out of the car and pushed the door closed behind him. We heard him call out before the door shut off the sounds outside. “Hey, Marcus!”

Adam trotted up to his friend who had clearly heard his name being called and had turned toward the voice. I was holding Jason’s prick in my hand, giving myself something to do while we waited. Adam was a bit shorter and thinner than Marcus although Marcus looked considerably more muscular. They talked together with Adam turning toward us to point at our car. It took several more minutes of talking before they started walking toward us. Marcus was dressed in black – black denim jeans, black sneakers, black socks, black shirt, black denim jacket, and black baseball cap. He had a very sexy swivel in his hips that made his body twist a bit at the waist with every step he took, making his full crotch sway from side to side. It was clear that he had a nice package of goodies stuffed in his jeans and, as he got closer, I caught a brief glimpse reflected in a store window of a stuffed backside that pulled the denim even tighter than it already was. Shawn appeared to have competition in the butt department.

Adam opened the door and held onto the frame, allowing Marcus to bend at the waist so he could speak to me face-to-face. “Adam tells me you gave him a blowjob and you’ll give me one, too.” He wasn’t keeping the conversation private.

Up close, Marcus was a very good-looking man. The black, neatly-trimmed scruff on his face and the short hairs on his arms made him look darker than he really was. Through the space made by the opened top two buttons of his shirt, I could see that his neck was shaved, but his chest wasn’t. “I did,” I told him, “and I will.”

He twisted his head around so he could look up at Adam, then he said to me, “He told me we could go back to your place and party there if we wanted.”

“All night if you want. We’ve got a guestroom with a king-size bed or sofas in case you don’t want to share a bed with each other.”

Marcus shrugged it off with a ‘we don’t care’ look on his face. “Me and Adam have known each other for years. We met in high school. I was two grades ahead of him. It wouldn’t be the first time we shared a bed. Do you often play with his meat like that?” he asked with a nod toward Jason’s crotch.

“Not always,” Jason told him. “When he’s not playing with it, he’s sucking it. Keeps us both happy and entertained.”

“So, you’re a couple, then?”

“For a while now.”

Marcus looked a bit surprised and asked, “And you drive around picking up guys so your boyfriend can suck ‘em off?”

It was Jason’s turn to shrug. “Scottie loves sucking cock and I love watching him do it. Turns me on big time, and Scottie is very happy when I get turned on.”

Marcus still looked more skeptical than excited. “Is he really as good as Adam says he is?”

“He doesn’t have any trouble handling this,” Jason looked down at the dick poking out of my hand. “Right to the pubes.”

“He can do it, Marcus,” Adam said to his friend. “I saw him do it after he finished with me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m reserving judgement until I see what he can do with mine.”

“Well,” I said to him, “unless you want me to blow you standing there on the street, I suggest you get your ass in here.”

Marcus looked around at Adam. “You’d better not be yankin’ my chain, buddy.”

“I’m not, Marcus. It was incredible.”

Marcus stood up to look Adam in the eyes as he talked to him. “No offense, Adam, but I know for a fact that you’ve never had a blowjob before in your life. You’d say it was incredible if I was the one who did it, and I’ve never sucked a dick in my life.”

“Please don’t be mean, Marcus,” Adam said. “It’s not my fault I’m not built like you. It’s easy for you to get people to do for you. You just have to pull it out. People look at me and laugh.” And then he looked at me. “But not Scott.”

“I’m not being mean, buddy. I’m being realistic. When you’ve only had one blowjob in your life, you don’t have anything to compare it with.”

“I know what ‘good’ feels like, Marcus,” Adam said almost sadly.

“Well, I’m not one to turn down a blowjob,” he said. “But I’m just not setting my expectations very high.” Then his voice lightened considerably. “Come on, then. Get in the back and let’s get this show on the road.”

Marcus pulled the door the rest of the way open and slid into the seat beside me, pulling closed behind him. His clasped hands came to rest in his lap after he was buckled in. Adam quickly climbed into the back seat and settled in the middle of it behind me, resting his forearms on the back of the front seat. “You don’t mind if I watch, do you, Marcus?”

“Knock yourself out, buddy.”

Jason leaned forward so he could look at Marcus. “So, Markie, where are we going?”

Marcus’ response was immediate. He wasn’t angry, but there was a serious tone in his voice as he returned Jason’s gaze and said, “My name is Marcus. Even my best friends don’t call me what you just called me, and only my very best friends get away with calling me ‘Mark’.”

Jason was momentarily taken aback, but humbly said, “My apologies, Marcus. It’s a little habit of mine. Something I do with names for my friends and people I like. No offense intended.” He reached out his hand. Marcus took it and clasped it.

“None taken,” he said. I had often wondered how long it would take before someone objected to Jason’s little habit.

“So, Marcus,” Jason tried again when they released hands, “where are we going?”

Marcus looked over his shoulder to his friend. Adam sounded anxious and hopeful. “Please, Marcus, can we go back to their place?” Adam asked softly. “Scott said he’d suck me off again and I really want him to.”

“Good enough for me,” Marcus said. A smile came to his face and he winked at his friend. To Jason, he said, “I guess we’re going to your place.” Then, to me, he asked, “Are you going to wait until we get there or are you going to suck me off on the way?”

I smiled in eager anticipation. “Now, later, or both,” I said as Jason pulled into the traffic again. “Just say the word.

Marcus lifted his hands from his lap and said, “All yours.”

“Could you scoot over to the door?” I asked.

He moved over as far as the seatbelt would allow. “Would you like to do the unwrapping?” he asked.

“If you don’t mind,” I told him. “That’s part of the fun.”

Marcus sat with his right hand on his thigh and his left thrown over the back of the seat where it settled comfortably on Adam’s arm.

“I can’t believe how turned on I’m getting right now,” Adam said. There was the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down behind me.

“Easy, there, Junior,” Marcus said calmly. “I don’t want you creamin’ your undies in case this is a bust and we end up back at The Wipe Out. I don’t want you smelling like cum all night long. People might get the wrong idea about us.” Then he smiled and winked at his friend again.

I reached for the button of his black jeans. “Well, then. Let’s get this party started then.” Marcus sucked in his belly to make it easier for me to undo the button as he pulled the shirttails out of his jeans and began undoing his shirt from the bottom up, returning his hands back to his thigh and to Adam’s arm when his shirt was pulled open to bare his entire chest. As I pulled down his zipper and spread the black denim flaps, my eyes were met with a mass of bushy pubes sticking out of the blinding white underwear he had on. Short, silky black hair spread up over his belly from his pubes in a triangle. His bellybutton was lodged into the top of the pyramid and the hair went straight up from there to the base of his well-mounded pecs where it spread out like the canopy of a tree, covering the whole top of his chest in a light mat of black silk. The nipples surrounded by that fur were considerably larger than you find on most men, and the nubs were what I call ‘stand-outs’. It all added a shitload of sexiness to the already sexy young man sitting beside me.

Like Adam, Marcus smelled wonderful, but it was mostly just his clean, natural, man smell. The only artificial smell I could detect was a hint of familiar underarm deodorant. With his jeans undone, I hooked my right hand into the waistband of his tight jeans and reached around him to grab the other side with my other hand. Marcus obligingly lifted his ass off the seat and used his right hand to help me pull his jeans down to mid thigh. My eyes were glued to the wonderful mounds in his white briefs and I longed to bury my face into them, but Marcus kept his hips in the air and I realised that he was waiting for me to pull down his underwear as well. Reluctantly, I hooked my fingers into his briefs and pulled them down his hairy thighs to join the jeans bundled there. The hairs on his legs were silky smooth. I had noticed as my fingers had swept over them.

Marcus settled back into his seat. He was still soft, but even then I could see he was easily as long as Adam was when he was hard and as thick as Jason. He was uncut, but the loose skin didn’t cover the entire helmet. The tip still peeked out and his piss hole was completely visible. From experience, I guessed that the skin would pull back entirely when he was hard and the entire head would be revealed. His balls were bigger even than Shawn’s and probably just as full of jizz. If he was any kind of grower, I was in for a treat. Marcus was bare from mid-thighs up. His shirt was open and hung loose at his sides like Jason’s. His hands had returned to their resting spots, one on his bare thigh and the other on his friend’s bare arm.

I cradled his balls in my left palm, juggling them with my fingers as I grasped his dick in the fingers of my right hand. I slid the loose skin down and up, exposing the head and then covering it back up again. I continued playing with it, sliding over the head and rim without any noticeable results. I wondered about it and thought it was more about him just waiting to see if I measured up to all of Adam’s hype. As sexy and built as Marcus was, I was sure that he had had more than his share of blowjobs and was just waiting to see how this one would measure up to the others. I set myself to the task of making it number one on his top-ten list.

I bent over him and siphoned his cock into my mouth. I felt around it with my tongue, familiarising myself with the new meat. I found the silky-soft tip and deftly slid my pointed tongue tip under the skin, swirling it around and searching out all the hidden places which rarely saw the light of day. I found the normal tastes of uncut dick there which my tongue quickly washed away, but still no reaction. I set my lips, tongue, and teeth to work all at the same time. I pushed the skin back with my lips and sucked on the helmet and tongued the piss hole until I felt the first hints of inflation. I heard a sigh above me. Marcus was losing whatever battle he had been fighting. Once it started, there was no stopping it. It was like Marcus had opened a fire hydrant and the blood poured into his prick. I slammed my head down until his balls were pressed against my left cheek and his pubes tickled the right.

His cock grew and grew, getting longer and thicker with each passing second. His hands moved to my head and he held me in place. When the bloated head of his dick touched the entrance to my throat, I sucked in one enormous breath through my nose and held it until Marcus’ cock pushed its way into my throat and stretched my jaws. It was still growing when I had to pull away to get some air. Marcus let me up but he didn’t take his hands away. As soon as my lungs were full again, I plunged back down. His prick slid into my throat with no effort and Marcus grunted when I reached the bottom. A few seconds later, his prick stopped growing and everything he had was stuffed down my throat. He was easily as thick as Jason, but he was at least a knuckle or two longer. Sorry, Babe. The truth hurts sometimes, but you’re still my favourite.

Marcus was a talker. That was soon apparent. His first words out were, “Holy shit! Nobody’s been able to do that since I was sixteen!” And then it continued. It wasn’t the nauseating, boring, dick-shrinking Jeff Stryker claptrap about the size of his dick that flows out of his mouth. Marcus didn’t talk about himself once. He just made lots of exclamations to tell us how good he was feeling and made the occasional request to do more of something that he liked me doing to him or something he wanted me to do.

I took a break from his dick to go to work on his chest. I noticed an immediate difference between his hair and Jason’s. Whereas Jason’s was rather wiry, Marcus’ was very soft. I slathered my way through it, from his plush pubes up to his navel where I stopped to do a little housecleaning with my tongue, digging and slurping and burying my face in his belly as I did so. And then Marcus did something I hadn’t expected. He grabbed my hair in both hands and pulled my face up to his right pec where he pulled me tight to him. I slid my right hand behind him, between the seat and his left butt cheek as I made love to his nipple until he moved my mouth to the other one where I did the same thing. Within seconds, Marcus’ chest was heaving, expanding magnificently and the nipples had hardened and grown into miniature peaks.

My left hand was still wrapped around his rod, but now it was stroking up and down, sliding the skin over his cockhead on the upstroke and pulling it back on the downstroke. One of the pleasures of having your hands on an uncut dick is that the skin slides easily over the head and you can jerk off the man as hard and as fast as you want without even spit for lubrication. That’s what I was doing to his cock when Marcus started rubbing my face around in his chest hair as if he was using me as a washcloth, and then he started pushing my head down to his crotch again. He stopped to mash my face and lips against his furry belly for a bit before pushing even further down.

I was prepared to have my face impaled on his prick once more, but he pushed me past it to the twin walnut-sized orbs below. When my tongue reached out to touch them, he released my head and, as I slathered them and sucked them into my mouth, Marcus began to move above me and I turned my gaze upwards to see him pulling his shirt off. “Gimme a hand, buddy,” he said and Adam eagerly reached over the seat to help push the shirt off his shoulder and arms.

With his shirt tossed into the back seat with Adam, Marcus bent over me, trapping my head in place between his legs and his belly, trying to push his jeans and underwear down his legs. It was a wonderful place to be trapped.

“Sit up,” I mumbled, and, when he did, I began to work the material down to his feet, looking up at his face as I did so. His cock was bouncing like it was on a trampoline.

“Can I take ‘em all the way off?” he asked.

“We’re still in the city,” Jason told him.

“I don’t give a shit,” Marcus said. “I can’t move with them on.”

Without giving him time to think that one through, I pushed his sneakers off, tucked his socks inside them, and pushed them under the front seat. Finally, I tugged the cuffs of his jeans, pulling them off his feet. His underwear quickly followed. I held them out to Adam who took them and held onto them.

So, there we were, driving through the city with Marcus sitting in the front seat as naked as the day he was born (except for an earring and a baseball cap) while the world passed by on both sides. As soon as he was free of his clothes, Marcis planted his right foot into the corner between the dashboard and the door. He had his cock in his hand and was stroking it from top to bottom. I took that as an indication that he wanted to get back to work on his balls again, so that’s what I did.

I worked his balls with a lot more freedom of motion, licking them and pulling on the skin with my lips and even my teeth. Sometimes I would suck them into my mouth one at a time to roll them around with my tongue and once I even managed to get both of them in at the same time. That made Marcus stop stroking so he could concentrate on what I was doing. When I was done giving his balls the full treatment, I stretched myself and pushed my head between his legs and started working on the tube there where his hardon actually began. Marcus moved his left leg as far out as he could and released his cock so he could grab his right leg under the knee with both hands, pulling his thigh as close to his chest as he could.

Whether or not it was his intention, Marcus opened up a whole new world of possibilities to me and I immediately took advantage of the invitation. I pushed my head deeper and Marcus somehow managed to pull his legs even farther apart. “Oh My Fuckin’ God!!” he howled. “I can’t believe you’re into asses, too!!” I dug my tongue as deep into his crack as I could, waggling the tip against his asshole as he hunched his hips as far off the seat as he could.

After a few more cries of “Oh My Fuckin’ God”, Marcus suddenly dropped his ass to the seat, let his right leg fall, and shouted, “Get out! Get out!”

I pulled my face out of his ass, not quite sure what he was up to. I didn’t have to wait long before I found out. “I want more of that,” he said as he flipped over onto his knees, spread them wide, and bent over the back of the seat, completely oblivious to the people and cars passing by. I knew what he wanted me to do, and if he wasn’t bothered by what people might see, I wasn’t, either. I moved to kneel against the seat between his feet, planted my hand on his fuzzy ass cheeks, pulled them apart, and slammed my face between them.

I didn’t have to do much. Marcus took charge, using his body to move his ass where he wanted it to be, hunching out and in, up and down, side to side, round and round. All I had to do was to make sure my tongue was where he wanted it to be to do what he wanted it to do. Once or twice, he stopped and let my tongue drill into him. There weren’t many words spoken, just lots of loud grunts and groans and howls of pleasure. It wasn’t long before his ass pushed back against my face and his hand slid down to his crotch, grabbed hold of his dick, and started flailing on it, grunting with every stroke.

A minute or so after he started jerking off, he began to twist around toward the door, yanking his ass away from my face. I backed away as he continued to twist around, throwing his left leg over me and leaving me kneeling between his legs again. “Get on it! Get on it!” he shouted even before his ass was settled on the seat. His dick was inches away and he still had his fist wrapped tightly around the base.

I grabbed his hand in mine and aimed his swollen helmet at my mouth and sucked it in. I kept our hands there so he couldn’t sink the whole thing down my throat. I wanted to taste every drop. After the first few tasty little spurts, things kicked into overdrive. When the jizz really started shooting out, it came in long streams which only lessened but didn’t stop between spurts. I tried to swallow, but almost choked when another spurt blasted into my mouth. I knew I was in trouble. I could never swallow fast enough keep up with the amount of cream he was pumping out. I held the mouthful of ball juice in my mouth as I yanked our hands away and slammed my face down into his crotch. His pumping cock hit my throat and slid right in all the way to his balls. My nose was pressed into his pubes and my forehead was mashed against his belly fuzz. I think I remember him grabbing hold of my ears.

Somehow I managed to hold my breath until he was finished coming and I could pull away enough to suck in a breath a breath through my nose. I was still holding his cum in my mouth and, when I felt him starting to go soft, I pulled of him and looked up at him. His chest was heaving and his mouth hung open, but his brown eyes were closed. When they finally opened, they met mine. I opened my mouth to let him see the jizz I still held there. I knew Adam’s eyes were seeing it, too. I closed my mouth and swallowed. And then I smiled.

“Thanks, man,” Marcus smiled back. “You’re only the second person in 5 years who took the whole load without choking and spaying it all over the place.”

“You had me worried for a second,” I told him. “I’ve never had anyone cum in a steady stream like that.”

“It doesn’t usually do that,” he said with a heavy breath. “Only when I’m totally blown away.” Then he chuckled when he realised what he’d said. “You know what I mean. Anyway, I think I owe Adam a great big apology.” He looked back at his friend as I moved back into my seat beside him and said, “Sorry, buddy. I should never have doubted you. That was fuckin’ awesome.”

“Thank you,” Adam said. He held out Marcus’ clothes, including his shirt. “Want your pants back?”

“Not yet,” his friend replied. “Hold onto them for me for a bit, will ya? I’m still coming down and I don’t want to spoil it by getting dressed.”

As Marcus settled back in his seat, I felt movement behind me and I suddenly felt a breath in my ear. I turned my head toward it and I heard a very quiet whisper in my ear. “Would you do that for me sometime?” he asked.

I twisted around to look at him. “Sure,” I whispered back.

“Thanks,” he whispered back with a quiver in his voice.

I was actually looking forward to it.

To Be Continued​

 

[ronboy]

My dear friend, Neil, that last chapter was hot!
Jason, Scottie and Shawn are among my favorite characters!

 

[DonQuixote]

That certainly got my juices flowing and they were pretty thoroughly emptied earlier today.
I'm glad you're feeling well enough to be able to continue this cumtastic tale.

I can't wait until they get back to he condo...

THANKS!

 

[gsdx]

I'm glad you're feeling well enough to be able to continue this cumtastic tale.

I bought an elastic wrist support. It helps keep my wrist straight. Less strain and pain. Nothing to help my shoulder, though. It still hurts after sitting at the keyboard for awhile, though. More an ache than a pain. Rub A535 is still my best friend.

 

[sheep]

Uber hot!

 

[DonQuixote]

I'm glad you found something that helps enough so that you can get the words in your mind on the page.

 

[Kyanimal]

I'm speechless!!!

 

[DonQuixote]

Chaz, I bet you're also down a pint of white cream...
Just sayin'!

 

[Kyanimal]

Chaz, I bet you're also down a pint of white cream...
Just sayin'!

If I were still my younger self, it'd be more like a quart!

And, it was "just" Neil's words!

 

[gsdx]

And, it was "just" Neil's words!

It's just my words, but your brain is showing you what they'e saying.

 

[Kyanimal]

It's just my words, but your brain is showing you what they'e saying.

Somehow, Neil's words managed to turn on my Triple-X IMAX projector.

 

[DonQuixote]

Did it turn on the camera to record you, too, so you can share it with us?

 

[gsdx]

Coming Soon!

The next chapter will be posted soon.

I have a rather nasty habit of knowing where I want a story to go only to discover that I have no idea how to get it there. I know where I want this chapter to go, but I've had to rewrite the last page and a half 3 times (this is the 4th writing) and I finally figured out how to get to where my brain wants it to be.

I wonder if JK Rowling had this problem?

 

[DonQuixote]

I'm sure she did - fortunately she was doing a lot of the writing on napkins so it was easy to trash them.