Taking Care of Jason

[Kyanimal]

 

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[Friend1720]

Anticipation, huh!? Yup! Please!

Something has got to cum loose soon.

 

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Anticipation, huh!? Yup! Please!

Something has got to cum loose soon.

Fingers crossed for the weekend. I got through the tough bit and I'm satisfied with it. Now it can go where I want it to go. I just couldn't get there a few rewrites back.

 

[Friend1720]

Fingers crossed for the weekend. I got through the tough bit and I'm satisfied with it. Now it can go where I want it to go. I just couldn't get there a few rewrites back.

Thank You So Very Much!!!!

 

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New Chapter Tomorrow (Sunday)

Sorry for the wait. When I finally figured out how to get the story to go where I wanted it to go, I had to do some rewriting to make the solution make sense. When that was done, I started writing the end of the chapter, but the pages started mounting up quickly. I rewrote it to get it down to a more reasonable number count and I hated it. It was what I wanted, but not the way I wanted it. So I started writing it again with a piece of painter's tape over the page count.

Previous chapters averaged from 12 to 15 pages.

This one is 23.

I hope it was worth the wait. (It was worth it for me. There were a number of - ahem - unplanned interruptions.)

And thanks for being so patient.

Neil

 

[DonQuixote]

It's like the final episodes of (Country's) Got Talent, Survivor, and all the other reality shows - double our pleasure, double our fun.

I know we'll enjoy it.

 

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TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 47​

Marcus was sitting bare-assed naked beside me. Adam was still leaning against the back of the seat behind me still holding Marcus’ clothes in his hands. Jason’s rod was still standing straight up and parallel to his belly. I turned my attention to him, grabbing his prick in my hand and giving it the handjob he enjoys so much when he’s driving. “What about you, Babe?” I asked. “Do you want to shoot again now or when we get home.”

“I’m good ‘til we get home,” he answered. “Keep playing while you decide which hole you want it in.”

My response was immediate. “I was hoping for a 69.”

“Sure,” he said. “It’s been awhile since we’ve done that.”

“You suck dick?” came Marcus’ surprised voice from the other side of the car.

“Sure. Does that surprise you?”

I looked around at Marcus. “Well, you don’t look like the type of guy who sucks dick,” he said quite matter-of-factly.

“And what’s a guy who likes to suck dick supposed to look like?”

“Certainly not someone like you,” he said.

“Someone like who then?” Jason asked. I saw Marcus turn his head toward Adam and, apparently, so did Jason. “Don’t even go there, Marcus, or your ass will be out on the sidewalk before you can blink and your clothes will be going out my window when I’m driving away.”

Marcus said almost offhandedly, “But it’s true. People are always saying it.”

“Well, even if he is,” Jason continued, “it’s his business and no one else’s, and there will be no judging him by any of us, and that goes for you, too. Whatever happens stays with us. Got it?”

Marcus nodded. “Yeah, whatever.”

A voice came from behind me. “Thank you.” If Adam was anything, he was polite.

“Now,” Jason continued, “suckin’ dick isn’t determined by what you look like, and lots of guys who look like me like suckin’ dick. I love sucking dick. I’m not very good at it, but I love it and Scottie doesn’t seem to mind. But I’m pretty fussy about who I suck.”

“What about me?” Marcus asked.

“Not in a million years.”

“Whoa,” Marcus replied. “That was fast, not to mention harsh.”

Jason looked at him and said, “It takes a long time for me to like somebody enough to do it, and the list of guys I’ve sucked is very, very short.”

“Well, you’d never catch me suckin’ on some guy’s wang,” Marcus announced firmly.

Then Jason threw him a zinger. “Not even if Scottie told you he wouldn’t suck you off again unless he said you had to suck him off first?” I could tell by Jason’s voice that he was getting annoyed with Marcus’ attitude. He wasn’t the only one. Marcus was sexy and looked great naked, but his attitude sucked.

Before Marcus could give us an answer, Adam said, “I’d do it.”

Marcus’ head jerked around. “What?”

“I’d suck him,” Adam said, “if he told me he wouldn’t suck me again unless I did to him. I wouldn’t hesitate.”

“Holy, shit, Adam,” Marcus said, “are you a closet fag or something?”

“No, but I really want Scott to do it again, and if that was the only way to get him to do it, I’d do it to him.”

“You’ve got more guts than I do, buddy.”

“It’s only skin, Marcus.”

“Yeah, but you don’t know where it’s been or what he’s been doing with it.”

“Did Scott ask where yours has been lately?” Adam countered.

“Game, set, match to Adam,” Jason said with a smile as he looked into the rear view mirror. “Good one, kid.” And then he winked.

* * * * *

Jason pulled into the underground parking and toward his spot beside Shawn’s Mercedes. Marcus saw it and our BMW on the way in, but it was the Mercedes grabbed and held his attention. “Man,” he said almost in awe. “Mercedes GLC. Three or 350 I’d guess.”

“Three hundred,” Jason said.

“Shit, man,” Marcus continued. “I’d kill to drive one of those babies. Nine-speed automatic, turbo, two hundred and forty-one horses, two hundred and seventy-something foot-pounds of torque. Man, the guy who owns that baby is one lucky bastard. It’s not yours, is it?”

“No,” Jason replied. “The Beemer’s mine, but I know the guy who owns the Merc. He’s a pretty cool guy and one of the guys on my list. I doubt if he’d let you drive it, but he might give you a ride in it.”

“You mean you own that BMW and you drive around in this piece of shit?”

“Yes, I do.” I could see in Jason’s eyes that he wasn’t impressed with Adam’s friend and, quite frankly, neither was I.

Marcus sounded completely astounded. “Why?”

“It has a console.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Jason said, annoyance starting to creep into his voice, “there’s no console between the seats in this one. Use your imagination.”

The answer came from the back seat. “It gets in Scott’s way.”

“Ding ding ding ding ding,” I said, sounding like a bell. “Gentlemen, we have a winner.”

“Well, that’s just stupid,” Marcus said. “Riding around in his crap pile when you could be driving the Beemer. Hey, do you think the owner would mind if I checked out his Merc?”

“I doubt it,” Jason said.

“Lucky fuckin’ bastard. Hey, Adam, gimme my pants, will ya, buddy?”

“Here,” Adam replied, “take ‘em all.”

Marcus’ eyes were still glued to Shawn’s new toy. “No, just my pants.”

Adam simply held out the clothes he was holding and dropped them in Marcus’ lap. That got Marcus’ attention and he threw out his hands and said, “What the hell!?” He turned his head to look at Adam.

“Look Marcus, you’re my friend and all, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to carry your underwear around for you.”

“Fuck, man,” Marcus said, “when did you start growin’ balls?”

“When Scott made me feel like mine were as big as yours.” With that, Adam got out of the car and used a fair bit of oomph to shut the door behind him.

Marcus, meanwhile, bundled up his clothes and stepped out of the car, moved around the door to the front of the car, and set his clothes on the hood. He seemed more interested in Shawn’s SUV than he was his in friend’s feelings. He dug out his pants and started putting them on. “My shoes. Where the fuck are my shoes?”

I had grabbed them from under the seat and held them out to him as I got out and shut the door behind me. “Here,” I said. He took them from me and I turned back to join Adam. “Are you okay, Adam?” I asked softly.

“Yeah,” he said. He diverted his eyes downward, staring at the concrete floor at his feet. “He’s not usually as bad as this. I was having such a great time until he said what he did.”

“What did he say,” I asked.

“He asked if I was in the closet because I said I’d suck you off.”

“Are you?” I asked. “In the closet I mean?”

“No. I’ve never even thought about doing anything like that before.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Well, I don’t think he meant anything by it.”

His eyes rose to meet mine. “Nobody ever thinks he’s in the closet, Scott.”

I drew him into a hug and he let me. “Just try to forget it, okay?” I pushed away from him but held onto his upper arms. I leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. He let me.

I released his arms and he stood there, staring into my eyes for a time. Then he said, “I noticed your eyes in the car, but I couldn’t see how blue they really are. Are they contacts?”

“Nope,” I smiled. “They’re mine.”

“They’re beautiful,” he said quietly. He stood there for a long few seconds, his gaze shifting from eye to eye before he added, “My hair and your eyes. Now I understand.” I was about to ask him what he understood when he suddenly looked embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry. It’s stupid when I think about it. I’ve hated my hair since I hit puberty, but it’s why you asked me if I wanted a blowjob, isn’t it? That’s why you didn’t care when I told you I have a small dick. You didn’t care. You noticed my hair. The thing I’ve hated most is the thing that gave me the best night of my life. I think that’s why I...”

He left the thought unfinished and looked away. Off to the side, I could hear Jason and Marcus talking about cars. Finally, Adam looked into my eyes again and asked, “Are you still going to do me what you did to Marcus?”

“Try and stop me, Adam” I grinned. “I can hardly wait.”

His chest heaved as he sucked in a big breath, held it briefly, and let it back out slowly through his mouth as he looked around the garage. “I keep thinking this is all a dream and I’m going to wake up.”

“It’s very real, Adam.” I smiled at him and moved my arm around his waist, pulling him to my side. “Come on. Let’s go. I’ve got a promise to keep.”

* * * * *

Jason unlocked the door and pushed it open. As we moved into the entryway, the door closed and locked itself automatically behind us as Jason shouted out, “Hey, Shawnie! We’re home and we’ve brought some company!”

“Yes, Sir,” Shawn answered formally as he always did when new visitors were announced. “I’ll be there momentarily!”

As we were kicking off our shoes, Adam touched my arm to get my attention. He leaned in to speak more privately. “I didn’t know you had someone here already. Are we intruding?”

“Hell no,” I told him. “That’s Shawn. He’s our houseboy. He lives here. You two have something in common.” I smiled and winked at him. “Come on into the livingroom.” I led him past the kitchen entry and into the livingroom. Jason and Marcus followed. Moments later, Shawn came out of his room wearing a pair of light blue shorts, a white T-shirt, and a pair of slippers. If I knew Shawn, he had been naked when we came through the door and had put on something worthy of company, at least until he got used to them and reverted to his usual state of undress.

Adam saw him and whispered to me, “You’ve got a thing for redheads, don’t you?” I didn’t need to answer so I didn’t. James followed him out the door a few moments later wearing tan shorts identical to Shawn’s. His T-shirt was just was white and just as tight. They looked absolutely delicious. “Who’s that?” Adam whispered.

“That’s James,” I whispered back. “He’s Shawn’s boyfriend. He lives here, too.”

“I thought it would be just you and Jason,” Adam said quietly. “I don’t think I can do this now.”

“Just relax, Adam,” I said. “It’ll be alright. They’re used to it.”

When they drew near enough, Jason said in a serious voice as he indicated our visitors with an open hand, “Shawn? This is Marcus and this is Adam. If you guys want anything to eat or drink or something, just talk to Shawnie here. If we’ve got it, he’ll get it for you. If we don’t, he’ll go out and get it. By the way, Shawnie is the guy who owns the Mercedes.”

Marcus laughed. “You’re pulling my dick, right? He’s a fuckin’ maid! How much do you pay him that he can afford a fuckin’ Mercedes?”

Jason’s voice and face made it perfectly clear that he was becoming more annoyed with every word Marcus spoke. I suspected that he was almost tolerating him because he liked Adam. “Not that it’s any of your business, but he earns more than you’ll ever make. And he didn’t buy it. I gave it to him as a ‘thank you’ gift.”

“Wow,” said Marcus as he leaned to one side to get a look at Shawn’s backside. “Then again, with that ass, I’m not surprised he...”

Before things exploded, I cut in. “Shawn, could you please show Marcus and Adam where everything is in the guestroom and how to work the shower in case they want to take one?”

“Yes, Sir.” Shawn held out his arm, his hand indicating the way. “This way, please, gentlemen.” Marcus and Adam followed him down the hall to the guestroom between the livingroom and our bedroom. James went with them.

As soon as they disappeared into the guestroom, Jason turned to me and said, “He was seconds away from eating my knuckles.”

“I know,” I told him. “Maybe another good blowjob will bring him down a notch. But there are more important matters to be taken care of right now. My mouth has been watering for you all the way home.”

I clasped my hands around Jason’s thick neck and he wrapped his massive arms around my waist, pulling my body against his and bending his head down to lock lips with me. Before long, we were mashing our faces together and our tongues were dancing a fandango with each other. Our cocks were getting harder and harder with every noisy smack as Jason’s prick pressed against my belly and mine poked at his balls. The kiss went far too long for me and I grabbed his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. It fell to the floor. My lips locked onto this chest and my hands locked onto his shorts, yanking the button open and pulling down the zipper.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, pushing Jason’s shorts down to his feet. I got smacked in the face with his dick that sprang out of his shorts and I sucked it into my mouth and didn’t stop until my nose was flattened against his pubes and the head was planted deep inside my throat where it belonged.

Jason let out a heavy, throaty, satisfied sigh as he latched onto my shoulders and lifted one leg at a time so I could pull off his socks and shorts before tossing them aside. With nothing between me and my Jason, I grabbed his ass cheeks and started to suck the hell out of his dick, yanking my face away until the rim of the head met my lips and then slamming all the way back down on it again. It felt so at home inside me. I loved sucking cock more than anything and I sucked as many as I could, but I would give them all up to keep this one. My only hope is that Jason never stops getting turned on by watching me fuck around with other guys. He gets so turned on by it. I suck cocks, Jason gets horny, and I get fucked at one end or the other. It’s a win-win situation all around for both of us.

I was just getting into the swing of things when Jason pulled his hips away from me, pulling his dick right out of my mouth. He reached down, hooked his hands under my armpits, and lifted me to my feet. He continued lifting me effortlessly until my feet were dangling in mid air and we were face to face.

“Fuck, Scottie, you’re so beautiful and you make me feel so good.” He pulled me toward him latched his lips onto mine and sucked the breath right out of me. I would have told him how much I enjoyed making him feel good but my mouth was too full of Jason’s tongue.

Eventually Jason set me back on the floor without breaking our lip lock, grabbed my T-shirt in both hands on both sides of my neck, and pulled. There was a rending of material as he split my T-shirt from the neckline to the hem. He tore my shirt apart with no effort at all before ripping the shoulders apart. When he let go, what was left of my T-shirt fell to the floor around my feet.

Jason’s head moved and he burrowed his face into my neck, sucking at it with noisy kisses and sloppy slurps. My head tilted the opposite way and he locked his lips on my earlobe, sucking at it as hard as he had been sucking at my neck and I almost ripped out of my shorts when he stuck his tongue into my ear and started licking it out. I was about to rearrange things when a voice behind me said quietly, “I’ll get it, Scott.” It was James. Hands reached around me, unhooking the button at the top and pulling the zipper down. When it was open, I felt his fingers grasp the bottom of my shorts and James tugged them over my butt and down to my feet. My dick sprang up and pointed at Jason’s bellybutton. I lifted my feet one at a time so James could pull them off. My socks came off at the same time. Before James went on about his business, I felt a kiss on my right butt cheek. It was very pleasant indeed and my only regret was that he didn’t kiss the other cheek as well.

Fortunately, Jason didn’t keep me hanging for long and soon dropped to his knees and siphoned my bobbing dick into his mouth. A voice sounded from nearby. It belonged to Marcus. “Well, fuck me. He wasn’t lying,” he said. “The dude really does gobble the knob.”

After only a few bobs of head, I was hungry for Jason’s meat and I lowered myself flat on my back on the carpet. Jason followed me down and spun himself around to straddle my head. I looked up at my favourite toys in the whole wide world. One was solid as a steel pipe and two dangled heavy and low above me. As Jason started ‘gobbling my knob’ again, I clamped my hands on his ass and guided him down. Jason spread his knees to bring his danglers within reach of my mouth. I stretched myself out, tilting my head back until Jason’s heavy nuts were hanging over my mouth. I stuck out my tongue as far as I could stick it until they contacted his balls and Jason lowered himself to it. With my mouth opened as wide as it could, I sucked them both inside. A low growl came out of Jason’s throat when I did that and it travelled down my prick and right into my own balls. I almost choked Jason when my hips hunched up toward his face. Poor Jason, blessed with a body to die for, a massive, hairy chest, a prick I could suck on all day long, balls that filled my mouth to capacity and full of the sweetest ball juice anywhere in the country, the hottest ass in the world, and a hyperactive gag reflex that gets in the way every time he tries to suck me off. I didn’t care. The hunkiest man I know loved me enough to suck my dick and he never failed to make blow my nuts, and when I did, he never failed to drink it all down.

Jason recovered quickly enough and settled on my face with his balls in my mouth and my nose in his ass. I loved this position. Jason would actually fuck my mouth with his balls as I stared up at his asshole. I loved how it would wink at me when my tongue touched a particularly sensitive spot on his nuts or when I sucked them with just the right amount of pressure or teeth to send his hips into a tizzy.

As much as he loved burying his nuts in my mouth, though, Jason loved shoving his dickhead down my throat. He loved fucking my ass, but he loved fucking my mouth just as much. Personally, I think he hated wasting a load to latex. Personally, I preferred it in my belly where it could do some good. Jason’s jizz was always better inside me than in a condom.

Eventually, Jason had enough of nutsucking and decided he wanted a bit of cocksucking. He lifted his hips, pulling his balls out of my mouth and my cock from his, and he used his right hand to push his hardon down. As soon as I had the head in my lips, I pulled down on his ass cheeks and he rammed his sausage home. The balls that had been in my mouth only seconds before were now straddling my nose. Jason’s nuts smelled as good as they tasted. From behind and above me, a voice soft whispered loudly, “Holy, shit.”

With the target acquired, Jason went in for the kill and began fucking my throat as only he can. I loved it when he fucked so hard that his balls smashed into my nose with every stroke. That in itself was enough to get my own balls boiling enough to make me whitewash Jason’s tonsils.

It didn’t happen though, at least not at that moment.

When Jason’s hormones kicked into high gear and his rod was ramming into my throat and his balls were slapping me in the face, he pushed himself up on his arms, letting my dick slide from his lips, and went into overdrive. That meant only one thing – he was in it to win it and he was ringing the bell with every thrust. I couldn’t see his face, but I could imagine it. His eyes were clenched shut, his brow was furrowed, his nostrils were flared like cave openings, and his jaw was hanging wide open. It had to be wide open to suck in enough air to fill those lungs in that massive chest of his.

I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks and held on for the ride.

I knew he was on the edge and would soon start squirting his cream into me. I could feel it. His whole body was screaming at me in warning. My own bouncing cock was screaming at me, too. Just knowing what Jason was going to do in my mouth was enough to crank up my own orgasm. My own balls were in pre-blasting mode and ready to pull the switch.

Jason’s growl started before his orgasm did and the growl quickly turned into strained grunts and howls when his dick started pumping its delicious juice down my throat. He slammed his dick home until my face was mashed against his belly and pubes, and started erupting his lava. That set off my own orgasm and my own ball juice started splattering me from belly to chin with a fair amount splashing on Jason as well. With my lungs about to burst, I moved my hands to his hips and pushed up. Jason knew I needed air and obediently pulled his dick out of my throat and let me suck air into my lungs while concentrating on his dickhead. I knew exactly how hard I could suck to cause the most pleasure without causing him any pain or discomfort. I’ve had lots and lots of practice at doing that.

He held himself there as he came down from his orgasm. I sucked out any jizz which tried to hide from my tongue and mouth. Not a single drop of Jason’s juice escaped my gut. As his magnificent cock began to go soft, he collapsed on me, my own jizz squishing into my babe’s chest and the hair that carpeted it. Eventually, he rolled to the side, pulling his cock from my lips and coming to a rest beside me. We were still in the 69 position except on our backs instead of chest to chest and mouth to cock. I sat up and leaned forward, bracing myself on my arms and lowering myself over him until my lips met Jason’s and we started sucking face instead of cock. Jason’s powerful arm came around the back of my head and held me there with astounding tenderness until he decided we had exchanged enough spit and air and he let me go. I sat up and so did Jason. He looked down at his cum-matted chest hair and rubbed his fingers through it.

He looked at me, grinned, and said, “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you’d been saving that up since noon.” He turned his head toward the loveseat. “Shawnie, could you... Where’d he go?”

Adam was the one who answered. “He went down the hall with James.”

“Shawnie!”

“We’re on it, Jason!”

I stayed on the floor but turned to face our guests on the sofa. For what I was going to do next, it was the best place for me to be. Jason, on the other hand, stood up and took a seat on the sofa beside Adam. Adam was still fully dressed, his hard cock tube poking at the material of his jeans. Marcus was naked, his own cock standing ramrod straight out of his crotch with both hands wrapped firmly around it. Even from my viewpoint I could see the precum flowing out of the tip.

“Do me next, Scott. I’m ready to bust right now.”

“Sorry, Marcus,” I told him, “you’ll have to wait. I’ve got to keep a promise to Adam first.”

“C’mon, man,” he countered as he removed his left hand from his prick and used his right hand to waggle his hardon at me. “You can do that after you finish me off.”

“I could, but I’m not going to.” His attitude was really beginning to piss me off.

“Fuck. What about Ginger or his boy toy? They suck cock, don’t they? I need to dump a load.”

I was about to speak up when Jason spoke for me. “The Ginger’s name is Shawn and his boyfriend’s name is James, and yes, they suck cock, but not yours. Sucking off our house guests isn’t in their job descriptions.”

Marcus was quick to add, “But you said that Ginger would get me anything I want and I want a blowjob.”

I gritted my teeth and turned my attention to the hallway, hoping that Shawn and James would arrive before I let loose my temper on Marcus. Fortunately, they came out of our room and down the hall toward us, each carrying folded towels and hand cloths. Shawn gave a washcloth to Jason and James gave one to me. He stood close by, waiting for me to clean myself up. It gave me a chance to take my mind off Marcus and admire James’ tight, satin-smooth, sand-coloured shorts. Shawn’s were identical, but sea-blue. As usual, they were both going commando and they looked decidedly beachy that day. I leaned forward and gave James an appreciative kiss on his dunes. He smelled as delicious as he looked and I breathed in a huge lungful of his crotch and gave it another kiss before I glanced up at his face and let out a delighted and appreciative sigh. His ears were bright red, but there was a smile on his face. I gave him a wink and a smile of my own before starting to mop up.

Jason was wiping his upper chest, looking at Adam’s face as Adam’s eyes followed the movements of Jason’s hand. He suddenly stopped and held out the washcloth. “Would you mind?” Adam looked from Jason’s chest to his face, then down to the wet cloth. “Go ahead if you want to,” Jason added.

I was watching Adam’s face. I could almost see his mind reflected there. I had thought that Adam might have been curious and I suspected that Jason had thought the same thing and was offering Adam the chance to explore those curiosities. It took almost a minute before Adam finally reached out to take the cloth from Jason and move the cloth and his hand to Jason’s chest.

“Alright!” Marcus’ excited voice broke the silence. “A fag in training! How soon before you have him slurping popsicles? I could use my own personal knob polisher.”

I threw my washcloth to the floor and scrambled to my feet. “Alright!” I said angrily. “That’s it!”

“Easy, Scotty,” Jason cautioned. “He’s our guest.”

I turned on him. “No, Jason,” I shouted. “Not this time. Adam is our guest, too, and now he’s my friend, and I’m not going to allow this asshole to treat him this way in our house, so just stay the fuck out of it!” Jason simply settled back into the sofa and gave me a barely visible nod. I knew he wouldn’t interfere.

I turned my attention back to Marcus. “Look, Mar-cus.” I said his name with as much emphasis and intimidation as I could pour into my voice. “You’re here only because Adam asked me if you could come along. He loved getting his first-ever blowjob and he wanted to come back here for another one, but he was willing to give it up if you decided not to come along with us. You didn’t see the relief and excitement in his face when you said you’d come with us, but I did.

“I enjoyed what I did to you in the car, but I did it just to get into Adam’s pants again. If it hadn’t been for Adam, you wouldn’t be here now, and you’re lucky to still be here. For fuck’s sake, Marcus, your attitude sucks big time, and I won’t tolerate the way you treat Adam. I saw the pain in his face when you called him a fag and said he looked like a cocksucker. Hell, you even expected him to carry your clothes. He’s you friend, not your fuckin’ slave. I’ve already lost a good friend because of shit like this and I don’t intend to lose another one. So, either drop that attitude right now or you can haul your ass out of here. I for one wouldn’t miss it.”

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out again. This was so out-of-character for me and I was glad I got through it without pissing myself. And then I glanced at Adam. His eyes were all wet but I wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or out of happiness that I had at least stood up for him and tried to put Marcus in his place. But Marcus said nothing. He entwined his finger and put his hands in his lap, looking down between his knees to the carpet on the floor.

Finally, I said, “And one last thing. You owe Adam an apology. I cried when I found out how Tom treated Rob and I’ll be damned if I’ll stand by and watch you treat Adam the same way. So, either ante up or get the hell out of our house.”

Marcus remained silent for a few long seconds, as did everyone else in the room. Finally, without looking up, he said quietly, “I’m sorry. I know I’m an asshole sometimes, but I’m not really like that. It’s just that... I don’t know.”

“It’s true,” said Adam. Marcus looked up at his friend and their eyes locked. “He’s not like this when we’re alone. It’s just when we’re out with other people that he gets all show-offy and tough. But he’s never talked to me like this before. This is the first time.”

“I’m really sorry, Adam. I really am. You have to believe me. I promise it won’t happen again.” He looked up at me and continued, “And I apologise to all of you, too. If you want me to leave, I’ll understand. I’ll go. Just take care of Adam and make sure he gets home, okay?”

Before I could respond, Adam spoke. “If you go, I go with you.”

“No, Adam,” Marcus replied. He sounded sincere. “You’re the one Scott wants here, not me. I’ll go.”

“Nobody’s going anywhere.” That was Jason. “I’ve never kicked anyone out of this house before and I don’t intend to start with you. Just watch your mouth and lay off my boy here.” In emphasis, he swung his right arm around Adam’s shoulders and pulled him protectively against him. “If Adam wants to clean Scottie’s jizz off me, he can. Whatever he wants to do, he can do it, and you’re not going to judge him for it and he won’t judge you, either. The same rules apply to all of us. What happens here stays here. Got it?”

Marcus nodded. “Yes.” And then, after a short silence, he added, “Thank you. I’d like to stay.”

“Good,” said Jason. “Now, Adam, how about cleaning this stuff off me before it turns into glue?”

“Go ahead, Adam,” Marcus encouraged his young friend. Adam looked down at the wet cloth still in his hand and stared at it for a few long, silent seconds. “C’mon, buddy,” Marcus said as he reached out his right hand and placed it over Adam’s. “We’ll do it together.” He lifted Adam’s hand with his own and moved it to Jason’s chest. “You lead,” he said. “I’ll follow.”

Adam seemed to have reservations at first, completely aware of what he was doing, but somewhat hesitant to be doing it. Marcus seemed to relax him, though, and, before long, Adam was cleaning up the mess I’d made on Jason’s chest with considerable enthusiasm. I began to relax. Marcus’ entire body language had changed. Gone was the cocky attitude and I hoped that this was the real Marcus and he wasn’t just acting. Time would tell.

I watched for a few seconds more before looking at the floor for the hand cloth I’d thrown down before my little tirade. It certainly wasn’t where I’d thrown it. “I’ve got it,” James said. He was standing beside me. I turned toward him and reached for the cloth. James just grinned at me and added, “Please, allow me, sir.” He quickly pushed the cloth into my chest and started wiping away the cum that remained there. “Besides, why should Adam have all the fun?”

I looked at James’ face as he washed me. He really was a beautiful and sexy man. Even his ‘Russell Tovey’ ears were beautiful. It wasn’t difficult to understand how Shawn had gone so damned head-over-heels over him. “I’m glad you moved in with us, James,” I told him softly and sincerely.

He looked up at me and grinned. “Shawn’s pretty happy about it, too.”

“Are you serious?” I asked light-heartedly. “You think Shawn had anything to do with you being here? I pay him my allowance every week to pretend that he likes you so I can do this any time I want.” Until then, my arms had been hanging at my sides, but I turned my right hand palm-out, moved it into James’ crotch, and cupped the goodies hidden beneath the thin material of his beachy beige shorts.

“How much is your allowance?” he asked, his lip curling up slightly on one side into a mischievous half-smile.

“Fifty cents a week,” I replied as I massaged his bulging shorts which quickly began to swell, “and Shawn gets every penny of it.”

He looked directly into my eyes and said, “Give me a buck a week and I’ll let you make it squirt whenever you want.”

“You already let me ‘make it squirt’ for free,” I reminded him.

“Hey,” he smirked. “A boy’s got to make a living, doesn’t he? What you’ve got in your hand’s got to be worth a buck.”

My hand squeezed. Not hard enough to cause any serious pain, but enough to let James that I held his life in the palm of my hand. He bent over slightly at the waist and backed away from me, trying to pull his crotch from my grip. “Okay! Okay!” he croaked. “I’ll let you do it for a quarter!”

I started laughing, as did the others around us. As I relaxed my grasp, James stood up straight again and went back to washing down my chest. My hand moved from his crotch to his left cheek and pressed my palm against his face. “You’re as funny as you are handsome and sexy.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the cheek that didn’t have a hand covering it.

When I leaned back, James’ ears were glowing almost as red as Adam’s hair. I continued to gently massage his meat until his dick was rock-solid and poking out his shorts. I reached into his shorts from the top and rearranged his dick into a more comfortable position, which was at attention. “Oh, look,” I said as I pulled my hand away. “It’s tying to escape.”

“You opened the gate.”

“Should I tuck it back in?” I asked.

“Nah,” James replied with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. “It’ll give Shawn something to look forward to later tonight.

I glanced to my left where Shawn was standing. He was watching us and smiling, winking at me when he caught my eye. I turned back to James who was now nonchalantly giving my dick and nuts a quick refreshing. “From the looks of his shorts,” I said, “he’ll be ready for you at eleven o’clock.”

James looked down past his chest and stomach to the dickhead peeking up at him. “He’ll have to wait,” he told me. “Apparently I’m set to go off at midnight.”

* * * * *

“Are we going to do it here?” That was Adam. I would have answered him if my mouth wasn’t so busy. I was kneeling between his legs, my armpits resting on his thighs just above the knees and my forearms pressing into what was left of them. My fingers were splayed over the front pockets of his jeans and my thumbs were nestled into the ‘V’ at the top of his legs, poking ever-so-gently into Adam’s tender nuts cradled in the denim and whatever material his underwear was made of. My fingers framed his crotch, the solid tube of his cock pointing toward his left hip, bouncing against the index finger of my right hand. And my face was planted right there.

No matter how much I might have wanted to answer Adam’s question, my face refused to abandon its current lodgings. My tongue was busy tasting the denim and my nose was busy inhaling Adam’s intoxicating scent. I swear, I could smell his red pubes right through his jeans. There hadn’t been enough light in the car to see them properly and I was anxious to see them in the light of our livingroom.

Fortunately, my face didn’t have to abandon its sweet-smelling pillow. Jason answered for me. I glanced up at him. He still had his right arm thrown almost protectively over Adam’s shoulders; Adam’s head nestled comfortably in crook of Jason’s arm. “Relax, Adam,” he said. “Trust me. When Scottie gets going, you’re going to forget that there is anyone else in the room.” I saw Adam’s head turn in Shawn’s direction. Jason noticed it, too. “Lose the clothes, guys. Make Adam feel more comfortable.”

I didn’t turn my head to look. I could hear the rustle of clothing behind me. In seconds, Adam was the only person in the room with clothes on and it was my duty to remedy that situation. I slid my hands under Adam’s T-shirt to get to his pecs. My left hand met another hand that was already tweaking his right nipple through the cotton material. I knew it wouldn’t be Marcus, so I guessed it was Jason. My right hand latched on to its target and my left hand returned to its original position beside the swollen mound at his crotch. It would have taken up residence there but my face was the current occupant and it wasn’t ready to share it yet.

I could see a narrow pyramid of fine, red hair poking out of his jeans and stretched up to his bellybutton. I hadn’t noticed in the car, but Adam’s chest was silky smooth. It felt as though I was swiping my hand over a bed of baby powder. I could feel a small patch of hair on either side of his nipple with a few longer hairs surrounding the darker ring. The hair was as soft as strands of gossamer

The tube of Adam’s cock took on a life of its own, bouncing and jumping around as if it had somewhere else it needed to be. I nibbled and chewed and licked and paid lip service to it. I could feel the denim growing moist. Adam was showing is appreciation with quiet squeaks of pleasure from my ministrations to his groinal area and, with Jason’s help, our pinching and diddling of his nipples. Within a minute or two, Adam’s squeaks turned into long, drawn-out, high-pitched moans and his dick started to make as though it was about to rip itself out of its prison. It was time for me to move to the next step.

I moved my hand from Adam’s chest to the waistband of his Tee and pushed up. My face followed. I felt a tug on the shirt and released it. A quick peek showed me that Jason had grasped it in both hands and was pulling it over Adam’s head. A had a nice view of the stunning, red pit hair under his arms. I would tend to them shortly. The fine hairs bookending his nipples and the longer hairs circling them glistened brightly in the light of the room. A sparse trail of short red hairs rose from his bellybutton to the valley between his pecs where a sparse, shadowy length of red nestled enticingly. I was not disappointed.

As my hands moved to Adam’s waist, my lips moved to the spot where my fingers had been only moments before and my mouth began doing a little nipping and licking and teasing of its own. The hairs surrounding the nipple felt like flower petals brushing my lips and the round nub standing out from his nipple was nicely erect and responded appropriately to my lip service. His chest swelled and pushed against my face, trying to shove more of his nipple into my mouth, as if that was even possible. His other nipple responded just as enthusiastically when I turned my attention to it.

From Adam’s chest, my lips traced a trail up and to the side, lead by my nose which was honed in on the armpit I had seen moments before. There was a mild, lingering scent of deodorant mixed with the gentle but headier, muskier scent of underarm sweat. My nose pressed into his right pit and Adam obligingly lifted his arm to give me complete access. From his reaction, it was very clear that nothing like this had ever been done to him before. Adam, it seemed, was a complete virgin in everything that could be done to his body... at least by another man.

I assaulted his armpit, relishing in the startling red hair there, licking it clean until the only thing I could taste was Adam. I did the same thing on the other side with one little exception: Adam lowered his arm, locking my head in a vice-like grip and trapping my face in his armpit. I tried to pull my head away, but not very hard. My face quite liked its temporary prison. It was clear that he was enjoying what my tongue was doing to him. Eventually, though, he released me, allowing me to trail my tongue across the ridge of his collarbone to his neck where I nuzzled my face into the crook there. He tilted his head away from me and I did my best to give him a hickey he wouldn’t soon forget.

From his neck, I worked my way down his chest toward his crotch, pausing for a minute or two at his navel where I did some deep tongue diving, giving him a hint of what I would soon be doing to keep my promise to him. Meanwhile, my hands were busy opening the button of his jeans and slipping the zipper down until it wouldn’t go any further. My fingers deftly opened the flaps of his jeans and, when I finished drilling for bellybutton lint (and not finding any), I licked at his treasure trail and nipped at the hairs until I reached the elastic waistband of his underwear.

I sat back on my heels and took in the splendour of Adam’s pale teal flyless briefs. His nuts were cradled in the denim ‘V’ and his hard cock made a bouncing tube pointing in the general direction of his belly. There was a moist, darker teal spot at the tip and I zeroed in on it, leaning into his crotch and sucking at the sweet nectar I knew I would find there.

It was the honey of the gods to me and I sucked as hard as I could to get every drop out of Adam’s dick that I could coax out. It truly was an excellent year for precum. By the time I was ready get to the goodies and get Adam out of his jeans, the wet spot at the head of his dick had expanded to the full length of his prick and the two tender orbs at its base, and I still had plenty of spit left to have soggied up his jeans if I had been inclined to do so, but I decided to leave that treat for another day.

My fingers hooked into the stiff waistband of his jeans and tugged lightly. I was about to tell Adam to lift his butt off the sofa but he did it all on his own. Any reservations he’d had only minutes before about being naked in our livingroom with the city spread out below us outside the large windows beyond the loveseat where Shawn and James were sitting seemed to have disappeared. Or, perhaps, he just didn’t give a shit anymore. His mind was concerned with other matters at that moment. Adam’s body seemed to be telling his brain what it wanted to do and his brain was obliging. His ass lifted off the plush cushion and I easily pulled his jeans past his knees and, as soon as his butt cheeks hit the cushion again, I grabbed a cuff in each hand and pulled them off his legs entirely, tossing them to the side somewhere near the coffee table. His socks soon followed. I heard a crinkling sound and guessed that one of his socks had landed in the bowl of condoms on the coffee table. Some homes have a bowl of fruit or candy. We have rubbers.

I latched onto his underwear after that. A light tug on the waistband encouraged Adam once again to lift his butt off the sofa, anxious to liberate his treasures from their cloth prison. I was only too happy to release them and set them free.

I knelt there between his legs, my forearms resting on his thighs. My left hand rested palm-down on his thigh near the joint of his legs where all his goodies were on display. My right hand still clutched his underwear. My gaze was locked on the package in front of me. In the light of the livingroom, I could clearly see that the carpet did, in fact, match the drapes. I’ve seen plenty of ginger hair and ginger pubes (my favourites belonging to Shawn), but I had never seen such brilliant red hair on a man, no matter which part of his body it was sprouting out of. My cock danced at the sight.

Adam’s own prick bounced on the fiery trampoline of his short ‘n curlies. His nuts, pulled tight against his groin by his ball sack, were spotters for his bouncing dick. It was a performance worthy of an Olympic gold medal and I stared at it, mesmerised by it. I didn’t realise I was staring so intently until I felt a tug on my right hand and realised that someone, probably Shawn, was trying to pull Adam’s underwear from my grasp. I let it go, but it brought me to the present. Adam was waiting for me to keep my promise. It was time to get to work.

With his legs trapped in my armpits and my hands planted on his upper thighs, I leaned forward and buried my nose into his tomato-red bush. His cock pulsated against my cheek as my lips and tongue paid tribute to the area just to the left of his goodies. When they were thoroughly washed and tasted and tantalised, I repeated the process on the other side. Adam seemed to be enjoying it, encouraging me with his squeaks and moans and grunts and groans, not to mention the fact that he lifted his butt cheeks as far off the sofa as he could to make sure I didn’t miss a single millimetre and, perhaps, to be sure I didn’t forget what I was really down there for.

I certainly didn’t forget. I spent a few minutes giving him an encore of what happened in the car, making love to his dick and burying my nose in the cushy red pubes before moving down to concentrate on his balls. He humped his pelvis upwards when I siphoned them into my mouth and swabbed them with my tongue, but he humped even higher when I released them and began to probe the skin underneath: the taint. I was nearing the target and I stretched out my tongue as far as I could get it to give his crepe paper ring a few enticing swirls and licks, a preview of what was to come. The noises coming from his clenched lips told me he certainly didn’t object to what I was doing.

My hands moved to his knees where my thumbs locked themselves behind them and pushed upwards. Adam’s closed-lipped noises continued all the way up and didn’t even stop after his thighs met his chest. I won’t even try to describe the sounds he made when I buried my face between the cheeks of his ass and started flapping my tongue. I was careful not to do any prodding. I wanted that to be a surprise.

I lost track of time, but I figured I’d spent enough time on the appetizers and it was time for the main course. I pulled my face out of Adam’s ass, settled back on my heels, and lowered Adam’s legs until his feet landed on the floor on either side of me. Adam slumped back onto the sofa cushion with a disappointed whimper. I didn’t disappoint him for long, though.

Adam looked at me questioningly as I turned myself around between his legs and sank to the carpet until I was lying flat on my back between his feet. When he didn’t move, I said to him, “Come on down here, Adam.”

He didn’t move, but I heard him say rather hesitantly and nervously, “I don’t understand. What does Scott want to do?”

Marcus’ voice responded, “He wants you to sit on his face.”

“Please don’t tease me, Marcus,” Adam pleaded. “Not now. Please.”

“He’s not teasing you, Adam,” came Shawn’s voice from the loveseat on the other side of the coffee table. Scott wants you to sit on his face.”

“You mean like a chair?”

“More like a bicycle seat,” Jason told him. “Anything you want him to lick or anything you want to stick in his mouth, just do it. And when you shoot your jazz, be sure to shoot it in his mouth. Scottie loves that part.”

There were a few moments of hesitation before Adam asked, “What do I do?”

“Just stand straight up,” Jason explained, “and kneel down. Then have a seat.”

“I thought he’d do it like Marcus,” Adam continued. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t,” Jason told him.

When Adam still didn’t move, Marcus encouraged him. “Just do it, buddy. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Finally Adam took the leap and rose to his feet. He looked down at me past his rock-solid dick, almost as if he were asking for my permission. I smiled at him and nodded my head. Still he hesitated, so I reached up and placed my hands on his upper thighs and said encouragingly, “C’mon, Adam. I’ll guide you down. After that, you’re the boss, okay?”

A few long seconds later, he took a huge gulp of air and swallowed so hard that I could hear him, and then his knees slowly bent and he lowered himself, with my guidance, to the floor. The promise I had made drew closer and closer and, as it did, my hands moved up to his hips. I watched as his butt cheeks clenched and unclenched, offering me momentary glimpses of his most secret area. When he was settled, I gave him a moment to prepare himself and then I gave a gentle tug on his hips.

Adam took another great gulp of air to steel his nerves before finally following my lead and lowering his ass to my face. As he did, I moved my hands to his butt cheeks and readied the thumbs at the edges of the valley between them. His rosebud winked into view as his cheeks spread, but quickly disappeared entirely when the cleft between the cheeks found my nose and he finally settled into place. I realised he’d been holding his breath when he let it all out in a long, slow sigh. I didn’t do anything for a minute or two, giving him time to become accustomed to the fact that he was actually sitting on my face and that I would soon laying my tongue against the one part of his body which may never have been exposed to sunlight.

When I finally did start, I used my lips to kiss and nibble at the cheeks within reach of my mouth and teased the same skin with the tip of my tongue. At first, Adam was nervous, tentative, and probably a bit frightened with a healthy dose of self-consciousness thrown in for good measure, and clenched his butt tight, but slowly he began to relax, and as he relaxed, so did his ass cheeks. When I felt he was suitably relaxed, I began to lap gently at the cleft, pushing deeper with every swipe of my tongue, my thumbs prying the cheeks wider with each pass until he was opened enough that my tongue could drag across his wrinkled, pink button once again. Looking up past his back, I could see Adam’s head tilt backwards, his face aimed at the ceiling. I couldn’t see it, but I suspect his jaw was hanging wide open. An enormous half-sigh, half-groan came out of his throat.

The sigh turned into a combination throaty and nasal whimper when I finally formed my tongue into a point and pushed into the entrance of his butthole. From his reaction, I got the feeling that he hadn’t even imagined that this was going to happen. The deeper I went, the more Adam relaxed, and the more he relaxed, the deeper I could drill. And the deeper I drilled into him, the more animated he became. His movements were almost shy when they began, but gradually they morphed into forward and backward and side-to-side motions with swirling and twisting motions thrown in which caused him literally to screw his asshole on my tongue.

I let Adam take the reins and guide the show but he seemed to like what I was doing and, except for his face-mashing gyrations, he stayed where he was and let my licking and prodding tongue do its stuff. All-too-soon, though, when his moans and groans had reached their peak, he growled, “I’m gonna shoot! Oh, God, I’m gonna cum!”

I tried to maneuver his crotch backwards so I could get at his dick, but he was lost to the world. His mind was aware of only one thing - his impending orgasm. Adam didn’t move despite my tugging fingers. It was Marcus who came to the rescue. In seconds, he’d dropped to his knees beside me, wrapped his left arm around Adam’s waist, and reached for Adam’s throbbing prick. I could feel his hand as it worked. “Get it in his mouth, buddy! Cum in his mouth!”

Before Marcus could get Adam’s dick to my lips, I felt one shot bounce off my chin and splatter onto my chest. The rest went where it belonged, in my throat, as Adam pushed his pulsating and squirting cock as deep into my mouth as he could shove it. His rosebud, now in complete view, winked at me with every squirt. I regretted not being able to taste him again, but I hoped I’d have the weekend for a few more chances. His orgasm slowly drew to a close, but even after he stopped squirting ball juice, it continued – dick throbbing and shooting blanks, asshole winking.

Marcus returned to his place on the sofa, but Adam didn’t go soft. He didn’t pull his dick out of my mouth, either. He fell forward until we were chest to chest, facing each other’s feet. But that wasn’t the weird bit. Whether it was intentional or not, Adam had turned his head to the right and the left side of my pelvis became a pillow for his cheek. Now, if your imagination is working properly, you should be able to imagine that my own prick, which had been hard from the moment I buried my face into Adam’s pubes, is in that general vicinity. Adam’s hair was tickling my nuts, his nose was using my dick as its own pillow, and his parted lips graced the side of my dickhead. His warm breath blew over it, and, when he swallowed from time to time, his lips brushed enticingly against the purplish helmet. I was going to move, but then I thought that, if Adam didn’t mind where his face was, perhaps I shouldn’t be concerned either.

But that wasn’t even the best part. The ‘best’, as is often said, was yet to come.

Adam’s cock was just the right size for sucking without fear of me choking on it. As he lay on me, the head of his dick was in my throat, but not far enough to cut off my air supply. I could still breathe comfortably through my nose. Adam lay still for awhile, catching his own breath and allowing his body to come down from his orgasmic high. But then I noticed a movement. It was small at first and I thought that Adam was just getting comfortable, but, considering the fact that his dick hadn’t even begun to soften the least little bit, it was clear that he was very happy where he was at that moment. But then the movement came again, and yet again. Adam would lift his hips to pull out a bit and then push back in again. Soon, the strokes grew longer, pulling out farther until only the head remained inside my mouth and then back in until his pubes mashed into my chin and his balls bounced against my nose. The tempo grew as well and, within just a few short minutes, Adam was fucking my mouth.

Meanwhile, something else was happening. As he hunched his hips to pull his dick out, his head would drag closer to my neck. When he pushed back in, his face pushed toward my balls again. Not far, but far enough to rub his nose along the underside of my hardon and his lips along the side of my dickhead. His hair feathered over my balls, sending thrills and chills up and down my spine and outward to every nerve ending in my body. My whole body felt was Adam was doing. In effect, Adam was jerking me off with his face.

As his pace picked up, the intensity of Adam’s fucking increased as well. That’s when he lifted his head. I started to think that he had just become aware of his situation and was getting out of it, but he turned his head to the left and settled his right cheek directly on my prick, trapping it between his cheek and my belly. It had been subtle and teasing and tantalising before, but now I could feel the gentle scraping of his shaved stubble along the full length of my dick. An image flashed through my brain, an imagining of how sexy Adam would look with a fire-red, well-trimmed beard and moustache. Before, it had been fun. Now it was outright sexual and my prick swelled. My hips pushed up into the side of his face until I was jerking off rubbing against it. My own orgasm began to build with a vengeance.

Before long, Adam was slamming his dick as deep into my mouth as he could get it. His balls banged into my nose like pistons and his rosebud winked at me with every stroke. Each stroke dragged his face along my rod, and each stroke was accompanied by a grunt from his throat which sent wonderful vibrations through my crotch, starting at the leaking head of my dick and spreading in waves through my entire body.

I knew that Adam wasn’t going to last very long without blowing another load down my throat, and I was doing everything I could to keep from unloading my own nuts, but it was getting more and more difficult. Just imagining that red hair sweeping across my balls and that face brushing up and down my dick sent my brain into overload and my crotch into overdrive. Whether or not Adam or anyone else was aware of what he was doing didn’t take anything away from the moment. The sheer power and enthusiasm of his pounding and the utter joy and pleasure I was getting from him made me forget everything and everyone else in the room. At that moment, Adam was my entire world. He was giving me the first and best facejob I’d ever had in my life, and I was loving every second of it.

I’m surprised I held off as long as I did, but when Adam’s entire body began to quiver and he rammed his throbbing dick home one last time, the first blast of my jizz shooting out of my prick happened at the exact instant that the first blast of his jizz torpedoed into my throat. Squirt after squirt of cum flew out of both of our dicks and our groans of ecstasy filled the room and our ears. It was easily one of the top ten orgasms I’d ever had.

Our orgasms seemed to go on forever, but all too soon they came to an end as orgasms tend to do. Adam lay where he was – flat on top of me, his dick still in my throat and his cheek still on my prick. He was panting for breath, too exhausted to even roll off me and his fingers clutched at my thighs as if to keep him from floating away. I didn’t mind, of course. I was enjoying it too much in my own afterglow.

It took a few minutes for us to come down. As my dick began to shrink back to normal, so did Adam’s. Still, it stayed in my mouth until he finally pushed himself away from me and rolled to the side. As I sat up, Adam raised a hand to his cheek and wiped at the jizz which streaked it and looked at it on his fingers for a moment before looking down and the cream smeared on his upper chest. He didn’t say anything. He just swallowed deeply, twice. And then he looked at me straight in the eye and quietly said, “Thank you.”

My response was a very serious smile which said, “No, thank you.”

Shawn was standing beside Adam, holding out a towel for him to use to clean himself off. James held out another towel for me. As we were wiping ourselves, Adam looked around him. “Where are my clothes?”

“They’re in the laundry,” Shawn replied. “Marcus’ clothes are in there, too, along with Scott’s and Jason’s. What’s left of Scott’s T-shirt will make nice, soft cleaning cloths for the cars. You clothes will be done in about an hour. Would you like me to get you a robe to wear until they’re ready to put on?”

Adam thought for a moment, then asked, “Will everyone else be staying naked?”

From behind him, Jason replied, “We will, but you do what you want, Adam.”

Adam looked around at the rest of us, then down at himself. Finally, he said, “Being naked around you guys isn’t as bad as I thought. I don’t even feel embarrassed or self-conscious anymore.” He looked up at Shawn. “I’m okay,” he said with a smile. “Thanks anyway.”

As I finished cleaning myself up, I twisted around to face Marcus. “I’ll be ready to take care of you in a minute.”

Marcus just shook his head slightly, smiled, and replied, “I’m okay, Scott. I did it myself.”

“Twice,” Jason added.

“I’m done for the night,” Marcus said, “but thanks for the offer.”

* * * * *

Shawn and James prepared chicken nuggets and French fries for a midnight snack while we adjourned to our respective bedrooms for a quick shower. Adam and Marcus decided to stay overnight. Well, Adam had decided rather forcefully and Marcus readily agreed. In fact, Marcus had even offered to sleep on the sofa and give his friend the guestroom for himself, but Adam wouldn’t hear of it. “You’re still my best friend,” he said. “If you don’t mind sharing a bed with me, I sure don’t mind sharing with you.”

Marcus seemed to be sincere in regards to his changed attitude. He was like an entirely different person. The attitude and cockiness seemed to have disappeared since I had told him off earlier that evening. I did apologise later, but I made sure he understood that I still meant every word I had said. Still, ‘this’ Marcus was a rather likeable fellow and even more sexy without the attitude. I truly hoped this was the real him. I could see why Adam liked him if this was what Marcus was like when they were alone. I was beginning to like him, too.

We ate our midnight snack in the livingroom, seated on the floor around the coffee table. The lights were out except for one table lamp in the corner near the windows. Its turned-off mate sat on a matching end table on the other side of the windows. In the centre of the coffee table, Shawn had set and lit seven tower candles of varying heights. He and James joined us at Jason’s ‘request’, and when Jason makes a request, it’s generally considered an order. It was a cozy fit for us. Like sitting around a campfire beside the creek back at the house, but without the sounds and the smells.

We had a beer with our snack and then two more afterwards (except for Adam, who had only one more) as we sat around and talked. Shawn and James joined us again after they’d cleaned up. Adam had offered to help, but Shawn reminded him that, despite being a kindred spirit, he was still a guest.

In the early hours of the morning, we finally called an end to the day and headed off to our bedrooms while Shawn and James locked things up for the night. Jason and I cuddled with me on my side and pressed against Jason, resting my head on his shoulder and my arm thrown over his belly and chest. I twirled my fingers in his chest hair. He held me in his powerful arm and kissed my hair from time to time. I don’t know which of us fell asleep first, but, an hour or so later, I was awakened by a quiet knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I called out in my ‘just woke up’ voice.

The door cracked open enough to allow a loud whisper to pass through. “It’s me, Adam. Can I come in?”

To Be Continued​

 

[Friend1720]

Bravo!!!! I cannot express how wonderful this continuation is. Many stories get presented in engaging ways that move mind, heart, and body. Your stories paint a picture, rich in texture, often with vibrating undercurrents. The beauty of every action moves me deeply ... more than I can easily express. Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!

Now, still watching for Brad <grin>!

 

[gsdx]

Now, still watching for Brad <grin>!

I'm working on it. It's becoming rather epic in length.

A whole lot of rewriting going on. I want it to be 'right', but, more than that, I want it to be 'satisfying'.

 

[caddymac]

I enjoy this and "Brad" gsdx. They are BOTH great stories. Thank you. I hope you are feeling better.

 

[gsdx]

^ It's good to see you again, my friend. I'm glad you're enjoying them. You take care of yourself.

 

[Kyanimal]

I think my most favorite phrase of yours, that I've ever read, is, "To Be Continued"!

For whatever reasons, I had gotten the impression that you were looking for a way to wind this story down to it's conclusion. I am absolutely thrilled I was in error!

This may be "Taking Care of Jason", but you're certainly taking care of US!

Damn, Neil! You're [strike]GOOD[/strike] AWESOME!!
Chaz

 

[gsdx]

For whatever reasons, I had gotten the impression that you were looking for a way to wind this story down to it's conclusion. I am absolutely thrilled I was in error!

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that's where the story is going. It's getting more and more difficult to be original, fresh, and entertaining. I'd rather bring it to a conclusion than to simply stop writing new chapters. I'm hoping that 'conclusion' doesn't happen in the near future. There are still a few chapters stuffed in my brain.

 

[Friend1720]

<quote> Quote Originally Posted by Kyanimal View Post
For whatever reasons, I had gotten the impression that you were looking for a way to wind this story down to it's conclusion. I am absolutely thrilled I was in error!
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but that's where the story is going. It's getting more and more difficult to be original, fresh, and entertaining. I'd rather bring it to a conclusion than to simply stop writing new chapters. I'm hoping that 'conclusion' doesn't happen in the near future. There are still a few chapters stuffed in my brain. </quote>

Looking forward to anything ... sure it will be good!

 

[Friend1720]

I'm hoping that 'conclusion' doesn't happen in the near future. There are still a few chapters stuffed in my brain.

Looking forward to the next few. Happy New Year!

 

[hungbuzz]

I have been away for too long!

As always Neil I love every chapter you add here and to Watching Brad.

 

[sheep]

I have been away for too long!

As always Neil I love every chapter you add here and to Watching Brad.

Neil has difficulty writing. I can attest to his difficulties. Covid19 has added ?? months to my wait for knees. Glad you are still showing your support.

 

[Friend1720]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 46

Gasp! Where was I when this first came out!! Danger! Marcus and Adam are in for a trip at Jason's place!

 

[hungbuzz]

Was away for too long again, but get to reread your stories from the beginning.

Hope you are doing well Neil