Taking Care of Jason

[sheep]

Sorry. I'm still trying to decide whether or not to continue with this story. I fear I made a horrible mistake.

You know how to write. You can fix the mistake. Just don't leave us in suspenders.

 

[gmoney]

As you can see, . . . this is my first post. PLEASE. . . continue this story! Mistakes will only make the story more real as you adjust. Your stories have uplifted me more than you will ever know! -G

 

[gsdx]

It is not the direction the story has taken. It is the unprotected oral sex.

I can't fix that.

 

[Apollux]

When it comes to unsafe sex practices, oral sex is the safest one. All thanks to the human saliva.

Have you heard about Proteaze Inivitors treatment for HIV? Well, Proteaze is an enzine present on the saliva (it is what helps us transform the starch from the bread into sugar, among other things) Turns out that Proteaze is particulary harmful to the HIV virus.

Of course, I´m no heath care professional, so this statement should be verified with someone truly qualified.

Besides, fellating someone who is whearing a latex condom must be one of the most distasful experiencies you can ever have (been there, done that). The taste of latex remains in your mouth the entire night after that ! :-( Thanks God for the fruit flavoured condoms !!

 

[gsdx]

I've just this morning thought of a way to fix the problem, more or less. I'll get on it as soon as I can. It might be a boring chapter, though, just to warn you.

Thanks for the info. I'll put it to good use.

 

[JJFlame]

I've just this morning thought of a way to fix the problem, more or less. I'll get on it as soon as I can. It might be a boring chapter, though, just to warn you.

Thanks for the info. I'll put it to good use.

Yay! I'm so glad you've decided not to give up on the story. I really really love this story.

 

[kcm17480]

Please don't change a thing. I agree with Gayemtinpa. You know what your doing and that is just fine with me. This is your story and your writing it not anybody else. If some people don't like the way you write then they need to find other reading material.

 

[gsdx]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 13​

Jason returned to the bathroom, his hardon leading the way, and slid easily into place behind me. I settled into his massive chest, the hair massaging my back. His powerful arms came around me, carefully avoiding my injured rib.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he said over my right shoulder.

"Not for three minutes and fourteen seconds," I said.

"Well, I love you. . ." (he kissed my right cheek) "I love you. . ." (he kissed it again) "I love you." After one final kiss, he said, "There. I'm all caught up."

I could feel him settling back against the tile wall surrounding the tub. "Shawn's going to bring us coffee and some lunch, then he's going to start unpacking and washing your clothes for you."

"I still feel guilty about him doing all this stuff for me."

"That's what I pay him to do," Jason said. "It's his job."

"Still. . ."

"You'll get used to it, Scott," he said. "I did."

Shawn arrived a few minutes later with a tray which fitted over the edge of the tub. Two hand towels and two mugs of coffee sat on it along with a plate of assorted sandwich triangles with all the crusts cut off. "Will there be anything else, Sir," Shawn asked.

"We're fine, Shawn," Jason said. "I'll call you when we want more coffee."

"Yes, Sir." And he left.

I wiped my hands dry, picked up a sandwich, looked at it, and sniffed. Tuna. It was delicious.

"So," Jason said as he munched on his own sandwich, "do you think you're going to like living here?"

"I think so," I said.

"You don't sound too sure."

"Oh, I am," I said. "It's just. . ."

"Just what?" Jason asked.

I thought about my answer carefully. I didn't want to make Jason mad. "I liked the sex, and Finn was great. I'd do him again in a heartbeat, but. . ."

Jason waited. "Okay," he said finally, "out with it, Scott."

"I don't want to take anyone's load except yours anymore."

"That's cool," Jason said. I could feel him shrug his shoulders behind me.

"And I don't want anyone to take your load except me."

"That's cool, too. I can live with that."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure," he said. "Watching you suck is the fun part. It's the horny part. I can't see them cum in your mouth, so it's no big deal. If I can see them spray all over you, that part will be fun, too, and that will make me very, very horny. There's no telling what kind of load you'd get out of me then."

"So, you're okay with it?"

"Sure," he said. "Since that party the first time, I've loved watching you do other guys. Even Rob later on. But you do what you want to do. If you don't want to take their loads, then don't. By the way, Shawn said he'd think about it, but he's not making any promises. He's not gay."

We sat there and the bubbling water eased away the pain in my ribs. This was going to be good therapy for me if nothing else.

* * * * *

Our pact didn't last very long. After two hours of sitting in the tub with Jason's rod shoved up my back, I had to take care of him. It might have been okay for him to wait for me when he was in prison, but now that we were together and naked all the time, I could see his balls getting bluer and bluer by the second. I couldn't expect him to wait until I could cum without agonizing pain.

So, I sucked him off.

He lay back on the bed, his hands cupped behind his head on the pillow. I lay beside him. Shawn came and went, putting clothes away for me. He was doing his job and I was doing mine.

This blowjob was long and slow, and I lost myself in it. Finn had been fantastic, but Jason was better. I was in lust with Finn, but I was in love with Jason. That made the difference. I'd tasted Finn, and that was enough. I'd never taste him again. I hoped he would phone to come back for another blowjob, and I would gladly give it to him, but I'd never taste his cream again. That was the way I wanted it to be.

"You can stay and watch if you want, Shawn," Jason said, breaking into my thoughts. I looked down toward Jason's feet. Shawn was standing there, his hardon poking against his pants and a spot of wetness already forming there.

"I have other duties to perform, Sir," Shawn said.

"If you don't do something about that," Jason added, "you're going to hurt yourself. So, whip it out and whip it off if you want."

"I do find this rather stimulating, Sir."

"Come on, Shawn, lighten up, will ya? Stop being so formal. If you want to whack off, do it."

Shawn's hand moved to his crotch as he leaned his ass against the dresser, whether or not he was aware of it. His fingernail scratched idly at the wet spot.

"That's better," Jason said. "Now, take it out and start pumping."

Much to my surprise, Shawn did just that. His hands moved to his belt first, undoing it, and then the clasp hidden beneath. Finally, he pulled down the zipper, hooked his thumbs in the waistband, and pushed his pants down over his ass to his thighs. His hardon poked out the clean, white underwear he had on.

His hand slipped beneath the waistband and clasped his cock and he started stroking it slowly in the constricted space. I went back to sucking Jason's cock. It was thicker than a few moments earlier. Jason certainly enjoyed watching sex, no matter what form it took.

It wasn't long before Shawn pushed his underwear beneath his balls, pulling his cock out into the open. I was suitably impressed. It was just as pretty as Shawn was. His hand wrapped around it and he started stroking furiously. Whatever he might have thought about his ‘station', however much he might have thought he should be performing his duties, it was all forgotten. His only intent at the moment was to make himself cum, and that's what he was doing.

I didn't mind, of course. I liked watching guys jerk off. It was tough to find someone willing to do it, though. I've seen lots of porn, and I have piles of magazines to prove it, but of all the pictures and movies I've seen, the most exciting ones for me was watching one man make love to himself. There was something so private about it. So voyeuristic. So exhibitionistic.

Shawn was a natural showman, whether he knew it or not. It did its job on me and my cocksucking efforts doubled themselves. Jason reacted accordingly. He knew Shawn was turning me on big time, and that was turning him on, too.

"That's the way, Shawn," he said in a gruff, sexy voice. "Jerk that meat. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Shawn's whispering voice came to my ears.

"How good, Shawn? How good does it feel?"

"Really good."

"Just really good?"

"It feels fantastic."

Shawn began stroking faster.

"You're making me hot, man," Jason said. "You're going to make me cum soon."

"Yes," Shawn said. "Oh, God, yes!"

"You like watching Scott suck my cock?"

"Oh, yes." Shawn stroked even faster and Jason's cock began to pulsate.

"You want to watch Scott suck the jazz right out of my balls?"

"Yes-s-s-s-s!"

"You're going to make me cum, man. I can feel it. My balls are ready to blast."

"Oh, God, yes-s-s-s-s!" Shawn's hand was becoming a blur.

"You too, Shawnie? You getting close?"

Shawn could only grunt his response now.

"Jerk it, Shawnie," Jason said. "Jerk that cock and make it shoot for me." Jason's cock began to swell. He was moments away. "Make it cum, Shawn. Jerk it and make it cum!"

"Oh, fuck!" Shawn said.

"Shoot it, Shawn! You're making me cum, too! Here it is! It's cumming!" And he was. His hips heaved up and his cream shot into me. "Aw, fuck! Shawnie! You're making me cum, man!"

Shawn came, too. Semen shot out all over his shirt, his pants and the carpet. Every shot was accompanied by a loud grunt of ecstasy. "Holy, fuck!" he said.

"Suck it, Scott!" Jason shouted. "Suck me, Baby!"

I did, and he filled me over and over with his delicious, scalding, ball juice.

All too soon it was over. Jason's cock softened in my mouth as Shawn squeezed the final drops of jism onto his pants. When he finally realized what had just happened, he looked down at himself and quickly tucked his equipment into his underwear and pulled up his pants again.

"Permission to go home and change, Sir?" Shawn asked.

"No," Jason said. "Stay like that, Shawn, and don't wipe it off. Let it be a reminder of your new duty around here."

Shawn looked up as he pulled up his zipper.

"From now on, Shawn, don't wait for an invitation. If you see something you like and you want to jerk off, do it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Just make sure you're somewhere where I can watch you."

Shawn smiled meekly then. "Yes, Sir," he said. Then he left to continue his duties.

"Holy, shit," Jason said. "Can you believe that? Shawn pardons himself when he says ‘darn' and he didn't even flinch just now when he said ‘fuck'. Man, that was hot watching him like that."

"You're telling me," I said. "You almost drowned me with those first two shots."

"Maybe I should make it an order instead of a duty. He's got a beautiful cock. Next time, I want to see him bare-assed."

"You perv!" I said with a grin.

He looked at me. "You tell me right now that don't want to see that ass of his."

"I don't want to see that ass of his."

"You're a fuckin' liar."

I grinned at him again. "But a loveable one."

"Now, that's the truth." He kissed me, long and hard. "How's the rib?" he asked when he pulled his head away again.

"Fine," I told him. "Like I said, it only hurts when I breathe hard, like when I cum."

"Yeah, I feel a bit guilty about that. Here I make a promise to you and I can't even make it through one day."

"I already told you, Jason," I said. "I don't mind. My day will come eventually, and you'll be there for it. Until then, I'll take care of this thing for you." My hand wrapped itself around his soft meat.

He kissed me again. "I knew I made the right choice when I picked you."

* * * * *

We were snuggling on the sofa, watching something-or-other on Jason's humongous television. I can't remember what it was, but I can remember feeling Jason lying behind me, his naked body pressed against my own as he held me in place. My head rested on his left biceps, just below his chin so he could watch TV over my head.

Shawn was in and out, seeing to our needs and working on my laundry. Even the clothes that were clean were being washed. He was a good kid. I liked him. The cum had dried on his clothes, but it left noticeable stains. He didn't seem to mind after awhile and didn't try to disguise it anymore.

I wish my ass was like his. It was amazing. I always wanted an ass like that. His pants pulled tight around it and showed it off beautifully. I particularly liked the way each cheek pushed up as he walked. There was so much ass there that his legs would push them up with each step. I tell you, if we were running a marathon together, I'd always be one place behind Shawn. I'd follow that ass anywhere. That boy could sit on my face anytime.

Jason began to sing "Climb Every Mountain". It took me a bit to understand what he was doing until I realized I was lying there, staring at Shawn's ass. He was folding my laundry neatly and putting it on the settee, his back to us.

"Fuck you," I said with a chuckle.

"What?" Jason chuckled back. "You want I should tell him to wear baggier pants?"

Shawn turned his head toward us. "Sir?" he said.

"Nothing, Shawn. Scott, here, is just admiring your butt."

Shawn looked at me and smiled politely. "Thank you, Sir," he said.

"My pleasure," I told him. "And please, stop calling me ‘Sir'. My name's Scott."

He stood up straight and turned sideways to us. "I couldn't do that, Sir."

"Like hell you can't, Shawnie. No more ‘Sir, for either of us."

"I must maintain my position, Sir."

"Shawn," Jason said. "We just finished watching you jerk off. Your cum is all over your clothes. Is that maintaining your position?"

Shawn looked down at himself, then back at us. "No, Sir."

"But that's the position we like to see. We're more than employer/employee. We're friends. No more ‘Sir', okay?"

He smiled finally and nodded. "Okay, Jason, but only when we are alone. When you have visitors, I won't call either of you by your first name."

I could feel Jason nodding behind me. "Okay. I can live with that. Now, get back to work. And fold as slowly as you can."

* * * * *

Shawn outdid himself with dinner. I ate things I'd never heard of before, and every single bite was delicious. Jason and I were still naked. That seemed to be the way it was going to be around here.

That night, after Shawn had finished work and gone home, Jason and I spent another few hours in the Jacuzzi. I didn't suck him off again, but I fell asleep with his hard cock in my mouth. It was still there when I woke up in the morning, and it was still just as hard.

To Be Continued​

 

[sheep]

Neil
Pass the towel please.

 

[gsdx]

Neil
Pass the towel please.

Geez! First it Kleenex, then it's a towel!

If you're not leaking out of one end, you're leaking at the other!

 

[sp0540230]

Great job again.

 

[sheep]

Geez! First it Kleenex, then it's a towel!

If you're not leaking out of one end, you're leaking at the other!

The kleenex was for Watching Brad, although I can see where a towel would come in handy there too. We will see when he visits Uncle Sheep.
*gets butt plug out of storage*

 

[kcm17480]

Good job, another hot one.

 

[gsdx]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 14​

I woke up with a cock in my mouth and I started sucking it. What the hell. Jason's cock was hard and I already had my lips wrapped around it, so what else is a boy supposed to do?

Jason didn't complain much when he woke up. He just grabbed my head and started humping his hips into my face. It didn't take long for him to shoot. I don't know how long he'd been hard, but I'm pretty sure his cock never left my mouth all night long. He was primed and ready, and he was blowing his wad within five minutes.

Shawn cooked an excellent breakfast for us, then I grabbed a quick shower before Jason drove me to classes. I think he did it just to make it known that I belonged to him. He even walked me to my class and told me he'd be waiting for me in the afternoon.

Word spread quickly and, by noon, people were talking and the bullies were cautiously stepping aside to let me pass. It felt pretty damned good.

Rob found me as I sat outside during one of my dead hours. "Hey, Scott," he said with a smile. "I've been looking for you and I heard you're back on campus."

"Yeah," I said as he took a seat beside me. "What's up?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," he said with a grin. "How's things with you and Jason?"

I just smiled and winked.

"Son of a bitch," he said. "So, tell me. How much money has he got?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Come on, Scott. We're buddies. You can tell me."

"I don't know, Rob. Really I don't."

"He won't tell you?"

"Jason doesn't know, either."

"Fuck off, Scott. People with money know how much of it they have."

"Not Jason."

:Fuck me," he said.

"Talk to Tom," I said. "I'm sure he'd be happy to oblige."

"And he obliges me every chance he gets." Mr. Shy Guy was quickly melting away.

"Going pretty good then?"

"You don't know, Scott," he said, suddenly serious. "I can't believe how lucky I am. Not that I'm as lucky as you, getting your hands on Jason and all, but Tom is incredible. If it hadn't been for you, I would still be nowhere."

"Glad I could help."

"Shit, man, I still can't believe it! You and Jason!"

I hung my head down and grinned. "Yeah, well."

"Every girl on campus is drooling over the guy and you end up baggin' him. Hell, even Tom has the hots for him."

I looked up. "Tom?"

"Oh, yeah. Big time."

"Then what in hell's he doing with you?" I joked.

"He thinks I'm cute."

"You are," I said seriously. "And pretty damned sexy, too."

Rob looked away and smiled, but he blushed, too. "Thanks." He looked down at his hand, then, with his head still tilted, he turned his eyes to meet mine. "So are you, Scott. I love your eyes."

"Yeah, well Jason loves them more," I warned him with a smile and a wink. "Better watch your ass."

"Don't I wish."

"So, when are you and Tom coming over for a visit?"

"I don't know," Rob said. "He works weekends and three nights a week."

"Just let me know when," I told him. "I'm sure Jason won't mind. He likes both of you."

* * * * *

I'm surprised I didn't turn into a prune after all that time I spent in the Jacuzzi, but it worked miracles on my ribs. I didn't have another orgasm for three weeks after that time with Finn in the foyer. He called, you know. Asking if he could come over for a repeat. Jason gave him a rain cheque and explained about my rib and everything. Finn was very understanding and even apologized to me. He hadn't realized it was so bad when he'd been over that day.

Jason discovered I could cum again. We were sitting in the Jacuzzi one night. He was playing with my dick. Not really jerking me off or anything, just playing with it to let me know he still cared about me. He'd done that lots of times. But, that night, he started to lick my ear. You know, the lobe. Some guys hate that, but not me. It drives me crazy. It gets me into some pretty heavy-duty breathing. I guess that was Jason's first clue.

He sucked it into his mouth and that did it. My cock reared up in his hand and I pushed myself back into him, my ass rising off the bottom of the tub and my cock sticking out of the water. His hand was still wrapped around it, and he wasn't playing with it anymore. He was jerking me off, and hard!

His left arm held me around my chest and my scream came out of my throat at the exact same instant as the first blast of cum shot out. Oh, it was a mess. Three weeks of jizz stored up and just waiting. It was on me. On Jason. On the walls. In the water. Everywhere.

Jason came against my back at almost the same time. I wasn't anywhere near his cock, but I could feel it shooting straight up and hitting me. He was still cumming when I fell back against him again.

* * * * *

Jason carried me to our bed, kissing me all the way. I loved it when he carried me. He was so strong it took my breath away. I loved the feeling of his chest when he held me close to it like that and I could smell his Jason smells all close and personal. He was so strong, but he was as gentle as a lamb. At least with me. Those hands that could bend steel could also make such wonderful feelings on me.

And he was a damned good kisser. He could suck the air right out of my lungs. Even his kisses could make me cum.

Jason was all man, and he was all mine.

He sat on the bed, still holding me in his arms, still kissing me. I don't remember how we got into our final position, but I suddenly found myself lying on Jason and he was still kissing me. He was on his back and his arms were around me. He pulled me closer to him and when I didn't scream in pain, he held me closer still. The pain was still there, but it was just a dull ache now. I could handle it.

Our cocks were still hard and trapped between us, lying side-by-side and loving each other without our help. My balls lay on his and they, too, were kissing each other. I don't know how long we lay like that, but Jason didn't let me go until we had explored every millimetre of each other's face - his so rugged and powerful and strong - mine so soft and gentle and smooth.

I could feel his stubble tickling me and it only made me feel more fantastic. His sweet, warm breath blew over me. His chest heaved under me as he gasped for breath. His nipples poked into me and his fingers dug into me.

As much as I enjoyed kissing Jason. My cock was screaming at me. It wanted to cum again. My lips reluctantly released Jason's and I went after his ear as he had done mine earlier in the tub. Like the good little boy that he is, Jason obligingly turned his head and let me have at it. His crotch reared up against mine and his fingers dug harder into my back.

"Holy, fuck!" he whispered in my ear. "Oh, yeah!"

As I sucked on his earlobe, Jason began humping his hips. Our cocks slid between our bodies and my own hips began to hump in tandem with his. Before long, we were humping ourselves to orgasm again.

Jason started cumming first, his screams of ecstasy filling my ear. I felt his first blast of cum between us and I started cumming as well. We sucked and we groaned and we fucked our bellies and we came. And when it was all over, we fell asleep just as we were.

* * * * *

When we woke up in the morning, I didn't know Jason and I would be spending most of the day in bed. We were hard again when we came awake, lying on our sides now instead of me lying on top of him, but he still held onto me.

Jason started sucking my cock first and I moved around until I could suck his cock as well. The taste and smell of last night's sex was still on him, but that only heightened our mood and excitement. I sucked his delicious cock into my throat and held it there for awhile, just enjoying it. Jason still couldn't deep throat me, but he was doing a better job of sucking.

My head started to bob up and down on his cock while my tongue danced a tango on his flesh. We didn't even know Shawn was there until his cum started splashing against us. I don't think Jason knew even then. He was facing the other direction.

I looked up and there was Shawn, his pants around his knees and his fist flying on his cock. He didn't make a sound. He just came. His jizz landed all over us and the bed. Like I said before, I love watching a guy jerk off, and I had a ringside seat at the Shawn Show. Shawn was good at it, and he had a cock worthy of jerking off. It was worthy of watching.

I kept sucking as I watched it all happen and then my own orgasm hit. I took Jason by surprise because he was suddenly choking on my cum and pulling away from my cock. That didn't stop me, though, and it didn't stop him. His cockhead expanded dangerously and the first torpedo wave almost blew out my tonsils. I held onto Jason's ass and let him blow. His mouth found my cock again and I dumped the rest of my jizz into it as he dumped the rest of his into mine.

As Jason pulled away from my spent cock and I released his, he sat up and noticed Shawn for the first time. Shawn was still doing up his zipper and belt.

"Oh, hi, Shawnie," Jason said with a smirk. "Have fun?"

"Indeed I did, Jason," Shawn said. "Thank you."

Jason noticed the cum on his hip for the first time and reached down to rub his fingers in it. "Is this yours?"

"Yes, Sir," Shawn said. "I hope you don't mind."

"Cool," was all Jason said. "Mighty fuckin' cool."

"Will you be having breakfast in bed this morning?"

"Sure, why not?" Jason said. "And lunch and probably dinner as well."

"I've got classes," I said.

"Not today you don't, Babe. Today you're going to teach me how to suck cock the way you do." He looked up at Shawn. "Feel free to join us anytime, Shawnie. We're going to be here all day for your viewing pleasure."

"Indeed," Shawn said. "The pleasure is all mine. I'll begin the shower for you."

The shower was running at the perfect temperature when we stepped into it. Shawn was still in the bathroom, draining and cleaning the Jacuzzi. We were too busy to do it ourselves last night. When we arrived, he was cleaning the remnants of my cum off the tile walls.

I washed Jason and Jason washed me. We each had our own lather-upper thingies. You know, those lacy things that lather up a storm when you squirt liquid body soap into them and rub them. Mind you, it took me twice as long to wash Jason. There was twice as much of him to wash.

By the time we got back to the bed for our breakfast, the bedding had been changed and scented candles were burning around the room. The curtains were drawn tight, shutting out the world, and gentle, easy music was playing softly in the background. Shawn had made it extremely romantic for us.

We were lying on the bed, propped up against the headboard, when Shawn arrived with our breakfast. He set the bed tray over Jason and lifted the silver warming lid. The eggs and bacon and ham were all on one plate, but there were two knives and two forks beside it. There was a stack of toast, all buttered, and a small tray with various jams and jellies and marmalades on it. I reached for my steaming mug of coffee first while Jason grabbed up a slice of bacon and popped the whole thing in his mouth.

We didn't talk much as we ate. Both of us were ravenous and we inhaled everything. Shawn arrived with a pot of coffee and a sugar bowl and creamer and topped up our mugs.

"Keep that stuff coming, Shawn," Jason said. "We've got a busy day ahead of us and I don't want Scott falling asleep on me. Or, in me."

"Would you like me to prepare more breakfast for you?"

"Nah, this is enough," Jason said as he looked down at the quickly-disappearing food. "But could you make pancakes for lunch? I've got a hankering for your home-made pancakes."

"Of course," Shawn said. His smile was pleasant.

"Wait until you taste these, Scott. If they don't make you want to kiss Shawnie, here, I'll be surprised."

"Can't wait," I said.

"I'll be back to retrieve the tray in a few minutes," Shawn said, and he left.

"Why do you call him ‘Shawnie'? Isn't that a little childish?"

"Not for Shawn," Jason explained. "He likes it. But I'm the only one who can get away with it. I advise you to stick with ‘Shawn'."

We munched a bit more, then I said, "You know, I really should go to classes today."

"You can catch up tomorrow. Today, I'm not letting you out of my sight. You're all mine, at least for one day." He kissed me. "Besides, I want you to teach me how to deep throat you."

"That's not something I can teach anyone. It's something you have to learn how to do on your own."

"Then I'll practice on you all day." He kissed me again. "I'm not going to be happy until I can do it, Scott." And then he kissed me really hard and long.

* * * * *

Jason didn't manage to deep throat me that day, but it certainly wasn't for the lack of trying. He had his lips wrapped around my dick for hours and sucked four more loads of jizz out of my nuts before I had to stop him.

I got four more loads out of Jason, too. Two of them up the ass. Man, can that boy fuck when Shawn is standing in front of him whacking his meat!

Speaking of Shawn, he doesn't get paid enough for what he does for us. At least as far as I'm concerned. The bedding was changed no less than three times that day, and his meals are to die for. I was really getting to like him. He was a good-looking young man and sexy as hell. I'm a cock man. Not really an ass man. But Shawn's ass left me weak. It was perfect. It would have been more perfect if he didn't wear those fuckin' black pants!

"Jason, whose idea was it for Shawn to wear clothes like that?"

"His."

"But a bow tie and black pants? Come on. It's a new millennium."

"You just want to see his ass." Jason's smile and wink didn't phase me one little bit.

"You're damned right," I said. "It's worth looking at!"

"Shawn!!" Jason yelled.

Moments later, Shawn appeared through the doorway.

"New rule, Shawn," Jason said. "From now on, none of this formal crap. No ties. No fancy white shirts. No starched black pants. No belts. No uncomfortable shoes. Tomorrow, it's sneakers and jeans."

"That wouldn't be very proper, Sir. . . I mean, Jason."

"Fuck proper, Shawn. You can do laundry and cook in jeans, can't you?"

"Yes."

"Then that's the way you do it from now on. Think casual, Shawnie. Think sexy. Cut-offs, shorts, T-shirts. Whatever."

"I still don't think it's proper, Jason."

"It's proper enough for my Scotty," Jason said. "He wants to see your ass in jeans. Besides, it might help you get over that ‘Sir' crap."

Shawn gave us his best formal and regal bow and said, "Thank you, Sirs." Then, with a wink and a smile, he left the room to begin cooking our supper.

"I might not make it to class again tomorrow, you know," I told Jason.

"If Shawn makes you horny, see if I care." We hugged and kissed until Shawn brought our dinner in for us.

* * * * *

I didn't make it to class the next morning.

To Be Continued​

 

[harry113]

Great stuff Neil !!
I agree with the other guys ... it's your story, not someone elses. If they don't like it they can write their own. I am enjoying every sentence, & I have got the common sense to realise that if the story doesn't need the graphic detail of putting on condoms then it does not have to be included. Surely we are all adult enough to see this ?!!! With my own sexual escapades (!!!) I also have the common sense to think of protection whether or not it is in a story.
Your stories are great, please keep writing.
Thank you
Harry

 

[sheep]

This is getting better, like a fine wine. When will Shawn dispense with clothes altogether???

 

[kcm17480]

I think Shawn would do nicely in my home. Some how I can visualize his sweet ass.

 

[gsdx]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 15​

Like I told you, I didn't make it to class the next day, either. I don't know if Shawn was bucking for another raise, but he sure as hell got another rise out of me. And Jason, too. I loved this guy's idea of casual.

Where do I start? Well, the thing that surprised me most was that there was a whole lot more of Shawn under those baggy shirts Shawn had always worn than I had expected. He wore a dark blue T-shirt that hugged his torso like a cycling costume. He was thin, but there were pecs and 6- pack abs and biceps under that cotton which were breathtaking and cock-inflating. This boy worked out, and he looked good!

The jeans were just as tight, and just as revealing. He was going commando all the way. There wasn't a lot up front, but the bumps were all in the right places and mouth-wateringly sexy. No mistaking it. He dressed to the right. But it was that ass of his that made me melt. Man, what an ass on that boy! It was all I could do not to jump out of bed and bury my face into that denim.

"Grab a towel, would you Shawn?" Jason joked. "Scotty's drooling here."

Shawn smiled at us. "I trust I meet with your approval?"

"Oh, yeah," Jason replied.

I couldn't talk. I was still drooling.

"Shall I prepare breakfast for you now," Shawn asked, "or should I wait awhile until you stop groaning?"

"You can hear us from the kitchen?" I asked.

"I can hear you from the elevator," he winked.

"Shit," I said.

"By the way," Shawn continued. "Mr. Trent is looking decidedly jealous today. When he saw me in the hallway this morning, he growled at me."

"If he causes you any shit," Jason said, " let me know. I'll take care of him."

"I can handle Mr. Trent, Sir," Shawn said. "Besides. I'm not the person of whom he's jealous." He looked right at me.

"Me?" I said stupidly.

"I already told you, Scott," Jason said. "He's been after my ass since the day we met. He's not getting it, though. I can't stand the guy. He walks funny and he talks like he would be doing me a big favour if I gave him a chance."

Jason gave me a kiss then. "Don't worry," he said. "He'll never get that chance."

"Too bad," I said. "He's kind of cute."

"Trust us, Scott," Shawn said. "Stay away from him. He's bad news all around. Now, if you will excuse me, I'll begin your breakfast and bring it in when you're finished."

"We'll call you," Jason said.

"No need, Sir," Shawn winked. "I'll know."

* * * * *

Jason was gentle when he started fucking me that morning. It felt great to feel him inside me again. Like I said, he was gentle when he started, but he soon realized that I wasn't hurting anymore and he started to lay it into me big time. It was his first fuck in months, and mine, too, and we both put ourselves into it with a passion we hadn't felt in a long time.

I was on my back. Jason was on his knees, holding my legs in the air and pounding his cock into me. His balls smacked my cheeks every time he shoved in. Jason loved to fuck. He liked sucking, but he loved fucking. I loved watching him. He would lose himself in it until there was nothing else except his cock and my ass. He was a man made to fuck. He was built for it and he had the power to do it well.

I didn't mind hard fucks. I enjoyed them slow and easy, too, but there was nothing like a good, hard fuck to make my day. And I was getting a damned hard fuck that morning. The headboard was banging the wall with every stroke and I grunted every time it did. Jason grunted, too. It was like those martial arts guys yelling every time the smashed a brick or something. Grunting added power to Jason's thrusts. The harder he grunted, the better my ass felt when he rammed into me.

I'd love to have been able to sit back and watch him fuck me. It was when he was pumping his jizz into the condom that I got the idea to ask Jason if he had a video camera.

* * * * *

We didn't have to call Shawn when we were done. He knew. Just like he said. He outdid himself with breakfast that morning. Maybe it was the fact that he'd cooked it all while he was dressed in those delicious jeans. Maybe it was the fact that his cock was solid and pointing up and right toward his hip when he brought in the tray and he didn't hide it. Whatever the reason, it was incredible and Jason and I ate everything he'd cooked for us.

"When are you going to join us, Shawnie?" Jason asked when Shawn had returned to pick up the empty tray and refill our coffee mugs.

"You know I'm not gay, Jason," Shawn replied.

"You jerk off while you're watching us," Jason added. "I thought you might like to join us."

"I enjoy watching people climbing Mount Everest and doing space walks outside the Shuttle, too," Shawn said, "but that doesn't mean I want to do it."

"Point taken," Jason said. "But, if you ever change your mind. . ."

"You'll be the first to know." Shawn smiled pleasantly.

"It's not just me, you know. Scott, here, is dying for a chance at that ass of yours."

Shawn looked suddenly fearful and serious. "I'm sorry, Scott," he said nervously, "but I'm afraid that is something that will never happen."

"That's not what he has in mind, Shawnie," Jason said.

Shawn looked from Jason to me and back again. "I don't understand."

Jason's smirk and the sly look in his dark eyes said everything to me, but he used words to explain it to Shawn. "Let's just say that, if you served breakfast tomorrow and used your ass as Scott's plate, Scotty wouldn't need any silverware and you wouldn't have to wash the plate when he was finished."

I swear, it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. Shawn just stood there looking at me, the tray in his hands. He just looked, and then his eyes popped open wide and I could almost see the light bulb lighting up above his head. "Oh," he exclaimed. And then he repeated it. "Oh."

But I saw his cock jump. The idea had potential and I had a chance.

* * * * *

I wanted to get up, grab a shower, and head off to class, but Jason's lips wrapped around my cock sort of changed my mind. He was getting good. He still couldn't deep throat me, but he was getting better at using his mouth and tongue, and those lungs of his could suck my balls right up through the piss tube.

I still couldn't believe it as I looked down my body at him. His thick, dark eyebrows were pulled high up on his forehead and his eyes were looking at me. His mouth was on my cock and I watched as it moved up and down on me. This wasn't the face of a cocksucker. This wasn't the body of a man who liked to get fucked up the ass. There was too much man there to be queer. But he loved sucking cock and loved getting fucked, and he was in love with me.

He interrupted my blowjob long enough to move up and kiss me. "Tell me I'm a good cocksucker," he said, smiling at me.

"You're a great cocksucker," I told him.

"I'm a piss-poor cocksucker. But thanks for the vote of confidence." He kissed me again and went after my cock once more. Minutes later, I was pumping my jizz down his throat and he sucked up every single drop.

* * * * *

Shawn prepared the Jacuzzi for us and Jason carried me in. Did I tell you I love it when Jason carries me? Tough! I'm telling you again. If I never took another step in my life, I'd be in Heaven if Jason carried me. His forehead wouldn't even wrinkle with effort when he picked me up. I made his muscles bulge, but that was it. I was a little boy in his arms. Not some grown man. He always got a hardon when he carried me, too. So did I, for that matter.

He stepped carefully into the tub, still holding me in his arms, and somehow managed to sit down, maneuvering me around until I was settled between his legs, his cock stiff and hard against my back.

Shawn brought us our coffees, then disappeared into our bedroom. I could hear sheets being pulled off our bed and clean ones being put back on while Jason held me and kissed my hair.

"Quit school and stay here with me forever," he said as he hugged me even closer.

"I'd love to, Jason, but I can't."

"I know," he said. "I'm just dreaming out loud."

I turned my head around so I could kiss him. He kissed me back.

"I'm sorry I can't get Shawnie for you, Scott," he said afterwards. "I could order him to do it, but I like him too much. He's been a really good friend to me."

"That's okay," I said. "Watching him jerk off is good enough for me."

"You really like that? You really like watching Shawnie jerk off?"

"I love watching any guy jerk off," I told him. "It's tough finding a guy willing to do it, though."

Jason didn't say anything. He stood up behind me and sat on the edge of the tub, facing me. His rod stuck out straight and hard from the black, furry carpet. His fist wrapped around it and he started jerking it. Jason didn't need to jerk off. He could get laid anytime, anywhere. But he was jerking off for me.

There's something about a man and his cock. You can tell a lot about a man by the way he jerks off, and Jason jerked off with all the power and strength he had in him. His other hand rubbed his chest and stomach. He may have hated all that hair, but he loved playing with it when he jerked. He loved playing with his nipples, too, and he tweaked them into solid nubs, squeezing them and twisting them between his thumb and fingers.

Jason wasn't shy about jerking off in front of me, and he wasn't shy about jerking off in front of Shawn, either. Shawn came in with the coffee pot and stood there, watching him over Jason's shoulder. Without missing a beat on his cock, Jason swung his right leg over the side of the tub and planted his foot on the floor. He straddled the side of the Jacuzzi, stroking his meat as he stared right at Shawn's growing crotch.

Shawn's left hand found his cock, squeezing it in his fingers as it inflated. He set the coffee pot on the back of the toilet and reached for the button and zipper of his jeans. He had to wiggle his hips to get the denim down over the mammoth cheeks of his ass, but his jeans ended up in a bundle on his thighs and his hand was working on his own cock in no time at all.

This was a voyeur's dream come true. Two gorgeous, sexy men whacking themselves silly for me. If I hadn't been so enraptured with the sight, I would have made more of an effort to get a peek at Shawn's bare ass, but the two hard cocks and the two pounding hands in front of me had my full attention.

My own hand was flying over my cock. I was turned sideways in the tub now, facing these two incredible men. They were both into it now, Jason's eyes locked on Shawn's cock and Shawn's eyes moving back and forth from Jason's face to my own. His fingers slid under his T-shirt as he rubbed his rippled stomach, and then his thumb hooked the bottom hem and pushed up on the shirt as his fingers found his rounded pecs.

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ!" I said. "Holy fuck, Shawn!" I would never have guessed that body was hiding under that shirt. There wasn't a hair to be seen except for the ‘V' pointing up toward his belly button.

Shawn must have been encouraged by my exclamations. His hand moved from pec to pec, rubbing and squishing and teasing it. His mouth hung open and small moans started to escape past his lips.

"That's the way, Shawnie," Jason said. His gruff voice was full of unabashed excitement. "Fuck that hand with that cock of yours, Shawn. Oh, yeah, man, you're so fuckin' hot!"

Shawn fought against his T-shirt. Finally, he released his cock long enough to push the Tee over his head, locking it behind his neck. His left hand dropped to his chest again and his right found his cock once more. For a short moment, though, I'd had a clear, unobstructed view of Shawn. He was a smaller, blonder, hairless version of Jason. He was solid and muscular, despite his size. It was about the same size as Jason's cock, but, on Shawn's smaller frame, it looked a whole lot bigger. He was definitely a hunk, if not a stud.

"Stroke it, Shawnie," Jason said. His voice was getting louder and louder, as were his grunts and groans. "Jerk that cock for me! Make it cum for me!"

Shawn's hand began to fly. His other hand was grasping at his chest.

"That's the way, Shawnie! Make it shoot! Oh, man, jerk it for me, Baby!"

"Oh, fuck!" Shawn said. His face was all scrunched up in concentration. He had one goal in mind. We all did.

"That's it, Shawnie!" Jason continued. "Make it cum, man! Shoot that jazz all over me! You're making me cum, man!"

Shawn's groans became louder. "Holy, fuck!" he shouted. "I'm cumming!" Shawn's semen shot out, splashing against Jason's hairy chest. Stream after stream of it.

Jason started cumming moments after the first splatter of Shawn's cum hit him. I started cumming, too, shooting my cream into the Jacuzzi. Three men cumming. Triple the pleasure.

Shawn was lost in the moment. He may have been straight, but he was having a gay old time. There was so much cum, too, and I was beginning to regret my decision to take only Jason's load. I would have given anything for a taste of Shawn right about then. But my eyes and my nose did the tasting for me.

Shawn was a good cummer, especially for someone like me who loved to watch it. He enjoyed his orgasm and he didn't try to hide it from either of us. Even after he stopped shooting, as he was standing there, squeezing out the last drops of cum from his cock, Shawn was loving it. He was loving it so much that he didn't even go soft. He kept on stroking it lazy-like.

Jason stood up, stepped out of the tub, and moved behind Shawn, wrapping his arms around him and grasping Shawn's chest in his hands. His face was near Shawn's right ear. "Do it again, Shawnie," he whispered. "Do it again for my Scotty."

Shawn started stroking again and I sat back and watched. Jason clutched at his chest and Shawn leaned back into Jason, his head tilted back against Jason's upper chest. Jason stood a whole head taller than Shawn.

Jason's hands moved to the T-shirt, grasping it and tugging at it. Shawn's arms lifted and Jason pulled the Tee up and off Shawn's arms before dropping it to the floor. Shawn, meanwhile was kicking off his sneakers. With his shoes and Tee gone, Shawn bent at the waist and pushed his jeans down his legs. No underwear. Commando Boy today. As he started stroking again, he toed off the left pant leg of his jeans, then the right. He started to kick them away, but they were still bunched around his foot and tangled up in his sock. He kicked harder, and then harder still. The jeans came loose finally, did an impressive triple gainer with a double twist, and hit the Jacuzzi with hardly a splash.

Shawn didn't seem to care, and neither did I. He was two socks away from being naked and I never wanted to see him in clothes again. Like I said, he was a miniature version of Jason without the chest hair. He was as beautiful and perfect as Jason, and I still hadn't seen his ass yet.

Jason's hands returned to Shawn's chest and began playing with it again. I moved onto my knees and leaned against the side of the tub until I was close enough to Shawn's crotch that I could smell it. There was a lot of the sex and manly smells that I loved so much.

There were no preliminaries this time. No foreplay. No teasing. Nothing except the need to cum again, and that's what Shawn was doing. His left hand fell against Jason's hip, his right hand doing everything it could to make him shoot. He didn't last very long this time. He was primed and ready right from his last orgasm.

Jason was coaxing him on, clutching at Shawn's chest and talking him into climax. My hand reached up to Shawn's balls. He didn't pull away. I cradled them and played with them. His jerking became suddenly more urgent. Moments later, his moans of release flew out of his mouth as his jism flew out of his cock and onto my face. I stayed there and let him cum on me. I only wished I could have kept my eyes open to see it.

I stayed there until Shawn's orgasm was over. Instinctively, before I could even think about it, my tongue poked out and ran itself around my lips, capturing Shawn's cream and dragging it back into my mouth. I tasted him and I loved it and I didn't care. Old habits were hard to break.

Poor Shawn. When he realized he'd actually stripped, when he saw that he had shot his ball juice all over me, when he noticed his jeans in the tub, he became hopelessly apologetic and self- conscious, covering his wilting cock with his hands.

I just smiled at him, trying to make him feel better. "Relax, Shawn," I said. "I'll write you out a bonus cheque for that myself. You can't buy a show like that in any porn shop."

Jason still had his arms wrapped around Shawn, holding him up. I think Shawn would have fallen down if Jason hadn't been there.

"I shouldn't have allowed it to get out of hand like that," Shawn apologized again.

Jason hugged him from behind. "Shawnie, relax. I may be your boss, but you're my friend, and I love you for what you did for my Scotty. You made his dreams come true."

Shawn looked down at me again. I still had his cum on my face. I wanted to leave it there as long as possible. "Really?" he asked.

"Yes, Shawn, you did," I told him. "And you can make another one come true if you take off those socks, too, and leave them off until you go home."

"You really want to see me like this?"

"Actually," Jason said as he finally released Shawn, "Scott just wants to see your ass."

Shawn was still looking at me. I just nodded at him. "So, what Jason said about using it as a plate wasn't a joke?"

I shook my head ‘no'. "If you ever need a place to sit. . ." I left the sentence open.

Shawn's eyes opened wide.

To Be Continued​

 

[harry113]

Ooooooh Wicked !!!!
& soooooooooo sexy
Thanks Neil
Harry

 

[ronboy]

Neil...you are the master! I kneel in submission before your greatness!