Taking Care of Jason

[gsdx]

I kneel in submission before your greatness!

Well, I always considered it sort of impressive, but certainly not great.

Oh. You're talking about the story, aren't you?

Never mind, then.

 

[caddymac]

Man, this story is so hot, love it.

 

[gsdx]

Man, this story is so hot, love it.

Thanks. I just thought after all the fluff and mush in the other story, I should do something a little different with this one.

Besides, you can use Kleenex for other things besides blowing your nose in them

Glad you're enjoying it.

 

[igamenir]

Thanks. I just thought after all the fluff and mush in the other story, I should do something a little different with this one.

It's unbelievable, that this hot sexy story and all the touching romantic tales like Brad came from the same head.

You're GENIUS.

 

[gsdx]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 16​

Jason and I took a shower together, but not after I stood around, dripping all over the floor as I watched Shawn fish his jeans out of the Jacuzzi and wring them out. I tell you, his ass was everything I expected it to be, and more. It wasn't really a bubble butt. I mean, it wasn't wide. It was narrow, like his hips, but it was so round, and it flexed so nicely when he twisted his jeans in his hands. It was an ass worthy of Michelangelo.

Seeing him naked like that, I had no doubt he could handle the guy down the hall. Those clothes had hid a whole lot of muscle. I felt so out-of-shape surrounded by these two hunks. I wasn't a wutz in the body department, mind you, but I certainly didn't have the tone these guys had.

Shawn was a bit shy being naked like that, but I hoped he'd get over it soon enough, just like I had. He was sexy as hell to look at, and I looked at him without any guilt, because Jason was looking just as hard as I was.

It was only after Shawn left the bathroom with his clothes that Jason managed to drag me into the shower. We were still mostly soft, but there was a definite stiffening going on.

"Did you know Shawn was built like that?" I asked Jason.

"Yeah," he said as he washed his chest with that frilly lather thingie. "We've worked out together at the gym before."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What?" Jason said, smiling. "And spoil the surprise? You should have seen your eyes. Actually, I'm surprised he took his clothes off like that. He's pretty shy, really, even around me in the gym. He must like you."

"Well, I certainly like him. Man, he cranks me up."

"Maybe I should hire a few guys just to sit around and jerk off for you all day."

"You and Shawn will do fine," I told him with a wink.

"Doesn't that get boring? I mean, sitting there watching some guy whack his meat. Wouldn't you rather be doing something else with it?"

"Sure, but there's something about watching a guy jerk off that winds me up. You have to be into it to understand."

"I'm surprised it's so hard to find guys to do it for you. It's no big deal."

"Not to you, maybe," I said, "but it's something most guys like to do alone. Or, at least, without someone staring at them."

"That happens in circle jerks all the time."

"That's different, Jason," I said as I rubbed shampoo into my hair. "In a circle jerk, they're just jerking off together. They might look at each other, but no-one's really getting off on watching them do it because they all have the same goal in mind. It's a lot different when they're actually jerking off for someone."

"Hm," Jason grunted. "Interesting. Any time you want me to jack off for you, let me know."

"That would be all the time, Jason," I winked. "Any time you want to, feel free. That might be easier for both of us."

"Are you falling in love with Shawn?"

I laughed off the question. "Of course not."

"You look at him like you are."

"Jason, I'm not falling in love with Shawn. I'll be honest. I'm very much in lust with him, but I'm not in love with him. There's a big difference."

"I know," Jason said. "He's not my type. He's too short and skinny for me. But I love him anyway - as a friend. And I love him for making you so happy."

"Am I your type?"

"Oh, Scotty," he said with a smile. "You are wa-a-a-ay beyond my type. I didn't know it until I met you, but you are every dream I've ever had. You're everything I've ever wanted in a man, with the bonus of those amazing eyes of yours. Those I could never have dreamt. You're the one I want in my bed at the end of the day. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." He paused and rested his forearms on my shoulders. "That's why I don't worry about us with other guys. None of them could ever take your place."

Jason hugged me in his massive arms. My hands dug into his back. "I love you, Scotty," Jason said softly. "It there's a forever, that's how long I'll love you."

I buried my cheek into his chest and let him love me.

* * * * *

Shawn was cleaning the Jacuzzi when we got out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He stood up and stepped out of the tub to face us. A mop was propped against the wall nearby and the floor was dried and cleaned, and here we were, dripping all over it again. Jason handed me a towel and took one for himself and began drying himself.

Let me tell you. I thought Shawn was hot in jeans, but wrapped in that towel he was something else. Even terrycloth loved that ass! I began to wonder if there was anything that guy could wear that could make him look any less sexy.

"Sorry, Sir," Shawn said. "I'm not comfortable with all this casualness. There's too much of it all at once."

"That's okay, Shawnie," Jason said with a smile. "Take your time. I'll even let you call me ‘Sir' if you don't wear that uniform again."

Shawn had the cutest smile. "I prefer wearing jeans," he said, "but I'd like to keep the uniform here for when you have visitors. I still have to keep my station."

Jason nodded. "I can understand that," he said. "Just take it slow and do as much as you feel comfortable doing."

"Thank you, Sir," he said. "Would you mind if I continued masturbating occasionally while I watch you? I find it. . . um. . . quite stimulating."

"As long as you don't mind if Scotty watches you," Jason replied. "He sucks real good when he can see you whacking off."

"No, Sir. I don't mind. I more or less zone out during those times and I'm not even aware I'm doing it."

Jason chuckled his deep laugh. "Feel free to zone out whenever you want, Shawnie."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Is there any coffee?"

"Yes, Sir," Shawn said. "I'll bring it in to you."

"Nah," Jason said. "We'll get it."

* * * * *

Jason was propped up on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table. I was propped up on Jason, my head propped up on his shoulder. He was holding me, of course. And I was holding him. Well, at least part of him. I was bouncing his balls in my fingers. Hey, when I've got a naked man of Jason's calibre within my reach. . .

He had a hardon, and so did I, but we weren't doing anything with them. Thought it would be a good idea to give them a bit of a rest. Some court judge was spewing Spanish on the big screen television. I don't speak Spanish. Thank God she translated for me. She talked too fast, but Jason seemed to enjoy watching her, so I did, too. Watch, that is. Not enjoy it.

Shawn was bobbing around in the kitchen getting lunch ready for us. His clothes were washed and dried by now, and he was in them again, but he left his sneakers off. Still, I had over an hour to look at that bod wrapped in snowy-white terrycloth. He wasn't the least bit bothered that Jason and I were starkers. We hadn't had clothes on since I came home from classes Wednesday night, and now it was Friday. It was nice to be free like this.

"How did you ever manage before Shawn showed up?" I asked him.

"I didn't," Jason said with a heavy sigh. The sigh wasn't a result of my question. It was a result of my finger running up along the piss tube of his cock. "I don't know what I'll do if he quits on me."

"No fear of that, Sir," Shawn said as he moved in front of us, a lunch tray in his hands. We sat up as he unloaded the tray onto the coffee table. "This is the best job I've ever had, and the Sir is the best boss."

"Thanks, Shawnie," Jason said.

"How long have you been here?" I asked as I grabbed up a small plate full of sandwiches.

"Just over one year."

"No offense," I said, "but I would never have thought a guy like you would do housekeeping and cooking and stuff."

Shawn shrugged one shoulder. "My mother was an invalid for the last six years of her life. That's where this came from." He patted his six-pack belly. "I took care of her since I was fifteen. I did all the cooking and cleaning at home, so this was nothing new to me."

"You said ‘took'?"

Shawn nodded. "She died two months before I came to work here."

"He still lives in the same apartment," Jason said. "I've tried to get him to move in here with me as a live-in, but he keeps putting me off."

"Wait a minute!" I said suddenly. "Fifteen, six, one. . . you're twenty-two years old?"

"Yes, Sir," Shawn said.

"Shit," I said. "You certainly don't look it. I thought I was older than you!"

"Thank you, Sir."

I looked at Jason. "He's three years older than me and he's calling me ‘Sir'."

"It's ‘older than I', Babe," Jason said with a smile. "And he's older than I am, too. Try to talk him into moving in, Scott. He sits at home alone at night sewing buttons on my shirts and scrubbing skid marks out of my underwear. He doesn't have a life. He hasn't had a life since he was fifteen. Convince him he can have one here."

"I don't wish to intrude on your personal lives."

"Damn it, Shawn, you're not intruding. You're part of it now for fuck's sake. Scott and I fuck each other and you jerk off and we fuck each other harder. Moving in here wouldn't be an intrusion. It would be a convenience." Jason looked at me. "Do you know what Shawnie does on his weekends? He goes to libraries and museums and art galleries and movies by himself." He looked back at Shawn. "Oh, you didn't think I knew, did you? Fuck, Shawnie, we're the only friends you have. We're the closest thing to family you've got."

This blew me away. I was watching Shawn's face as Jason talked. I knew it was the truth.

"Come on, Shawnie," Jason continued. "No-one should be alone. Except for Scotty, here, you're the best friend I've got." Jason stood up, took the tray out of Shawn's hands and set it on the coffee table, then took him in his arms and hugged him. "I love you, man. You've been like my little older brother this past year. Think about moving in, and think hard, okay? You don't have to be alone."

I wasn't surprised to see Shawn return the hug. In all likelihood, Jason was Shawn's best friend, too. Maybe even his only one.

When Shawn pushed himself away from Jason, he said, "I'll think about it, Jason. Thank you."

* * * * *

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to find out that Jason had a supply of condoms and lube in every room in the house except the spare bedroom, and even then I wasn't sure about that. I'd never been in it.

Anyway, there he was, kneeling on the carpet and lying belly-flat on the big, heavy coffee table and I was kneeling behind him ramming my cock up his ass while Shawn vacuumed the carpets around us. That's when the phone rang.

Shawn answered it. He held the phone out to Jason. "It's Master Finn, Sir."

I stopped fucking and started pulling out of Jason. "No, don't stop, Babe," Jason said over his shoulder. So, I started up again.

"Hey, Finn," Jason said cheerfully. "What's up, buddy." A few grunts. "Nah, I'm fine," he said. "I've just got an ass full of Scott at the moment. So, when are you bringing that bod of yours over again? Scotty's up and fucking again. He can do you real good now." A few more grunts. "Sounds cool. Hang on, I'll ask him." Over his shoulder, he said, "Finn wants to know if you'd like to meet his brother."

My hips answered the question for me. Jason let out a large grunt. "Holy, fuck, Scott!" Into the phone, he said, "That would be a very emphatic ‘yes', buddy. Bring him along. . . . Yeah, we'll be here. See you tomorrow. Bye for now." He dropped the phone and put his cheek back on the table. "Holy, shit, Scott! Whatever you do, don't stop thinking about Finn!"

I didn't.

* * * * *

Shawn must have hung up the phone. It wasn't lying on the table when we finished.

We grabbed another shower, then Jason tracked down Shawn in the kitchen. He was just beginning to prepare dinner.

"Put that away, Shawnie," Jason said. "No cooking for you tonight. I'm taking everyone out for dinner, and then we're going to come back here and party. Movies and beer. What do you say?"

"I don't think I should, Sir," Shawn said. "I get a little silly when I drink."

"Silly is good once in awhile," Jason said. "Keeps you sane. Come on, what do you say? When was the last time you just had fun?"

Shawn didn't answer.

"I thought so," Jason continued. "Tonight, it's just you and me and Scotty. Three friends out having fun."

Shawn looked at me. "I don't want to get in the way," he said.

"Do we have to beat you up or something, Shawn?" I asked. "You're not in the way. Like Jason said, you're out friend. Start acting like one!"

"You've been told, Shawnie," Jason said with a big smile. "Now, put that stuff away and get ready. We're leaving as soon as Scotty and I get dressed."

* * * * *

Shawn remained above his station until about half-way through dinner when he started to relax and become ‘one of they guys'. He stopped calling us ‘Sir' and started using our real names. By the time dessert was served, he needed an extension ladder to reach the basement of his station.

Until that night, I'd never hear Shawn laugh, and it was just as cute as he was, and his sense of humour was as big as his ass. It wasn't the booze, either. It took him the entire meal to drink a single glass of beer. I think it was just the fact that he finally realized that he actually had friends who wanted to spend time with him.

I knew things like that happened. Especially for teenagers who get tangled up in family health problems. From what Jason and Shawn had said, it sounded like Shawn's mother was the only member of his family. Where his father was, I don't know. But, taking care of an invalid mother would certainly prevent him from getting out and making friends. By the time he was free from her, he didn't know how to make friends. It wouldn't surprise me if he was still a virgin.

Poor guy. I really felt sorry for him. I thought my own life had been crap. It was nothing compared to Shawn's life. I was determined to make sure Shawn wouldn't be alone anymore.

Tonight, Shawn would learn that life could be fun.

To Be Continued​

 

[caddymac]

Shawn is hot. The story is so HOT!!

 

[JJFlame]

Wow, keep it coming. This story is coming out AMAZINGLY.

 

[harry113]

Ooooooooooooooh Shawn, watch out for your butt ...... you might get to enjoy it !!!!

 

[caddymac]

Shawn might not be able to hold Jason and Scott back. It would be very different with Shawn living there.

 

[kcm17480]

Gee! I just love this story. I just have to see if Shawn will get into this. Lord knows he definitly needs to let his hair down and have some fun.

 

[gsdx]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 17​

"That waiter wanted you, Scott," Jason said. I sat between him and Shawn, my left hand in Jason's crotch and my right arm resting on Shawn's leg. He didn't mind when I put it there, so I left it.

"What waiter?" I asked dumbly.

"What waiter? The one in Monte Carlo, you idiot! In the restaurant. The guy who brought us the food and kept filling up your water glass every time you took a sip out of it."

"I think Scott was too busy playing with you under the table to notice," Shawn said to Jason. "Like he's doing with you now."

"Yeah, well," Jason said, "you know how it is."

"No, I don't," said Shawn.

"Sure you do. Don't you remember Scotty playing with your nuts?"

Shawn's head whipped around to face us. His eyes were as wide as a deer's eyes who had been caught in the headlights. "When?" he asked.

"The second time you whacked off in the bathroom," Jason explained as he drove toward home. "I was behind you holding you up and Scott was in the tub playing with your balls."

"I don't even remember you being behind me," Shawn blushed. "Like I told you, I sort of zone out sometimes."

"You don't zone out during sex, do you?" Jason asked.

"I don't know," Shawn said. "I've never had the chance to find out."

I glanced at Jason. "Thought so," I whispered.

"Then how can you say you're not gay?" Jason asked.

"Because I've never really thought of having sex with a man before."

"What about with a woman?" I asked.

Shawn's voice dropped to a hush. "Not them, either."

"Them?" I thought. "He calls guys ‘men' and he calls women ‘them'?"

"Well, sorry to pop your security bubble, pal," Jason said light-heartedly, "but you seem to get pretty cranked up watching Scott and me going at it."

Shawn turned his head to look out the side window, but not before I saw the slight blush and smile. "Yeah, well." He left it at that.

"So, what are we going to watch tonight?" Jason asked. "Should I stop at a rental place?"

Shawn turned back to us. "Could we just. . . like. . . do stuff together instead of watching movies? That's all I do at home."

"That's cool," I said. "What would you like to do?"

"I don't know. Just stuff."

"Sure," Jason said, "but Scotty's got a handful of stuff we'll have to take care of first. Your ass feel up to it tonight?"

"Ooooo," I said, grinning. "Indeed it does! And you feel up to it, too." I squeezed Jason's crotch and absent-mindedly squeezed Shawn's thigh at the same time.

Jason got started in the elevator even before the doors closed to the parking lot beneath the apartment building. He grabbed my arms in his muscular grasp and pulled my face to his. His lips pasted themselves to mine and his tongue explored my mouth. His crotch pushed into mine, his rod mashing against me. Shawn began to fade from existence.

By the time we got inside the apartment, Jason was as close to being an animal as humanly possible. His anxious growls and manly pawing were becoming desperate. I knew my ass was in for a workout. We started taking off each other's clothes right there in the hallway as we made our way to the livingroom, dropping our clothes to the floor as we went. By the time we made it to the coffee table, there was nothing left except socks and underwear, two quivering cocks, and two heaving chests. Moments later, only the cocks and chests remained.

I knelt on the floor, spread my knees, and lay myself over the coffee table as Jason prepared himself. I watched over my shoulder as he knelt behind me. One hand came to my hip as the other pointed his cock at my asshole. When he found the spot, his hand moved to my other hip and he rammed into me like he had that day near the brook. The scream that erupted out of my throat was one of ecstasy rather than pain.

Jason fucked me hard that time. He pounded into me with a fury I had experienced only once before. His balls smashed against mine with each incredible thrust and the coffee table slid away beneath me. It was a fuck I would remember for a long time. I was loving every moment of it.

"Fuck me, Jason!" I shouted. "Harder! Shove it in harder!"

I didn't care who might hear me, but my words worked their magic. Jason fucked me even harder and faster. I could tell by his grunts that he was getting close and wouldn't last much longer. His balls were pulled up, no longer smacking mine. His fingers dug into my hips and then, with one final, ferocious thrust and a primordial groan, he came.

I could feel his cock pumping into me, swelling and contracting and catapulting his cream into the pocket at the tip of the condom. I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes as it happened and gripped his cock with my ass muscles to squeeze out every single drop.

Jason fell on top of me when he finished cumming. He stayed there, panting into my ear, and holding me until his softening cock slipped out of me.

"Fuck, Scott," he said breathlessly. "You're the fuckin' best!"

He leaned away from me, rolled me onto my back, and pulled my hardon into his mouth. Whether it was the passion of the moment or sheer determination on his part, I don't know, but my cockhead hit the back of Jason's throat, entered it, and didn't stop until it could go no deeper. Even at that angle, Jason had taken me completely.

I let out my own primordial scream. Jason realized what he had just done and attacked my cock with the same ferociousness with which he'd attacked my ass.

Let me tell you. I've had my share of blowjobs, but none of them came close to this one. Jason sucked and teased and tongued and poked and prodded in all the right places. His head bounced up and down on me with only one goal in mind, and that was to suck the jizz right out of my balls, and that's exactly what he did.

I grabbed his hair and held on for the ride.

"Oh, fuck!" I shouted. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Over and over again. I pumped and pumped as never before, and Jason held me in his throat the entire time.

When I finished coming, Jason pulled away from my cock and collapsed on me again. This time, he was in a position to smother me with his kisses. The smell of my cum was still fresh on his breath.

"I did it, Scotty!" he yelled. "I fuckin' did it!"

I wrapped my arms around his enormous back and held him. I could barely breath under his weight, but I didn't care. I've never felt so good in my entire life.

I'd totally forgot about poor Shawn. This was supposed to be his night and he was being completely ignored. I pushed Jason away from me and sat up. Shawn was sitting on the sofa in front of me, casually fingering his hardon through his jeans.

"I'm sorry, Shawn," I said. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?"

"No," he said softly. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

I smiled. "Okay," I said. "Whenever you feel ready, let us know."

He nodded. "I'll get the beer." He stood up and went into the kitchen.

I glanced around the floor. All our clothes were picked up and the condom was gone. Even on his days off, Shawn fulfilled his duties. I wasn't at all sure we'd be able to make him just a friend.

He came back with the three opened bottles of beer. Jason and I were sitting on the sofa by then, side-by-side and with Jason's strong arm wrapped around me. Our feet were propped up on the coffee table. Shawn handed us each a beer, then took his and sat on the settee.

"Come on, Shawn," I said with a polite, encouraging smile. "Loosen up. At least take off your shoes.

He looked at Jason, as if seeking his permission.

"Take off as much as you want, Shawnie," Jason said. "You're not on duty now. Make yourself comfortable."

Shawn looked back at me, then toed his shoes off. "Would you mind if I took off my shirt?"

"Like I said, Shawnie. As much as you want."

"Just my shirt," he said. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and folded it neatly over the arm of the settee. That magnificent chest came into view once again.

I patted the sofa beside me. "C'mere," I told him. "Join us."

He hesitated a moment, then stood up and sat down beside me. He still had a hard on, but didn't seem bothered that we could see it. I still didn't know what was going on in his head. He'd put himself on display like that, and he'd lose himself jerking off while watching us. But something was stopping him from going the next step.

Shawn crossed his legs at the ankles on the coffee table as Jason and I were doing and settled back into the sofa. I put my arm back on his leg as it had been in the car, my fingers wrapped around his thigh just above the knee.

"You mind?" I asked.

"No," he said.

I moved my elbow and nudged his balls.

"Now?" I asked.

Again, he said, "No."

I went the next step and lifted my arm, settling it over his balls and the base of his hardon which was pointing up and angled toward his far hip.

"How about now?"

He hesitated awhile before responding. "No," he said.

I patted his leg friendly-like. "So, Shawn," I said, "it's your night. What do you want to do?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he asked a question. "How did you know you were gay?"

"Who, me?" I asked back. "Or Jason?"

"Both."

I started first. "I didn't know I was gay until I found out what it was," I replied. "All I know is I used to like boys more than girls. When all my friends were talking about girls, I was running home to the clothing catalogues and looking at pictures of men in their underwear, wondering what was making those big bulges. I mean, my dick was a teenie weenie back then and I wanted to know what bigger ones looked like, especially if they could bulge out underwear and jeans. I was eight years old when I saw my older brother naked. He was fourteen and I caught him jerking off. I wanted to stay and watch but he kicked me out of his room. I was hooked, though. I'd seen lots of pictures of women in the Playboys he hid under his mattress and they made me shiver. It was men I wanted to look at. I was thirteen before I found out that meant I was gay."

"Did you ever. . . you know. . . do anything with your brother?"

"Nah," I said. "He had the personality of a mushroom. Besides, he hated my guts."

"What about you, Jason?" Shawn asked when he realized I'd finished my story. "You don't look like someone who would like men. I mean, look at you. If anyone looks like a fag, it's me. . ." He paused and a look of embarrassment and sheer terror came over his face. "Oh, God, Jason! I'm so sorry!"

He jumped up from the sofa and started to circle around the back, probably on his way to the bathroom where he could lock himself in. Jason was faster, though. He was on his feet and climbing over the back of the sofa before I knew he was moving. He landed in front of Shawn, who froze in his tracks and recoiled.

Jason grabbed Shawn's arms, and Shawn cringed. His eyes were filling with tears. "Please, Jason, don't hit me."

"I'd never hit you, Shawnie," Jason said gently. "C'mere." He pulled Shawn forward, moving his left arm around Shawn's back.

Shawn was reluctant, but powerless against Jason's superior strength. He was pulled into Jason's grasp. This bear of a man, the one who had recently reamed my ass good, was also one of the most gentle creatures you could imagine. All that power and strength in him felt good when you were wrapped up in his arms and body. It seeped into your blood and his smell filled your brain until there wasn't any more room for worries or concerns. Shawn fell into it as I had fallen so many times. I knew what it was like being there, and it was one of the best feelings you could imagine.

Shawn's hands came to Jason's hips, his head turning to one side and resting against Jason's chest. Jason's right hand moved to the back of Shawn's head, stroking his hair and soothing him.

"One thing you forget, Shawnie," Jason said softly, "is that I am a fag. Never apologize for telling the truth."

Shawn's hands moved around Jason's back. He mumbled into Jason's chest, but we could both hear him speak. "My Mom used to hold me like this when I was younger. I miss it."

Jason held him tighter.

* * * * *

Shawn was sitting beside me again on my right side. Jason sat on my left side. Our feet once more propped up on the coffee table. This time, though, I kept my arm in my own lap. That is until Shawn picked it up and set it back in place where I had it before. He'd lost his hardon, but his crotch was just as comfortable as it was earlier.

"I hope you don't mind," he said as he looked into my eyes. "I kind of like this."

I smiled. "I kind of like it, too."

"I'm not ready for anything else yet," he added. "Is that okay?"

"That's fine and dandy with me," I assured him. I could feel him growing harder again.

Jason picked up with his story. "Well, Shawnie, you said I don't look like a fag," Jason said. "That's true, I suppose. At least it's true as far as stereotypes go. I don't fit the mold. Most of what you see is what God gave me. I just tweak it from time to time." He smiled at us. "Anyway, it's what's in the head that counts. I was like Scotty, here. I liked boys, but I didn't go snooping around in catalogues. I grew up on the coast and I had all sorts of opportunities to sit around on the beaches and ogle my little heart out with the real thing. I learned all about gay sex on those beaches. All sorts of things went on there. Gay. Straight. Even one guy getting screwed by his dog. But it was the guy sex that interested me. I learned all about blowjobs and fucking and jerking off before I was six years old.

"Like I told Scotty one time, it was easy being me. One girl grabs a handful of crotch and by the time it makes the rounds at the pyjama party, it was the best fuck she'd ever had. The other girls would climb on the bandwagon and spread their own stories about the great sex we'd had when we'd never had it. Each one trying to out-do the others. I got the reputation as a ladies' man and not a single one of them saw me with my pants down. Then the queens jumped on the bandwagon, too, and I was getting blowjobs from guys I'd never even seen. Sure, I had a few blowjobs from guys that I liked, and I fucked a few of them in the ass, but until Scott came along, I'd never even touched another dick."

Jason kissed me then. "And no-one ever fucked me, either. Scotty was my first." He kissed me again, long and hard. "Love you, Babe," he said when he was finished.

I looked at Shawn. He was looking into my eyes, and then his eyes flicked down to my lips and lingered there for a moment before returning to my gaze. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't sure if he was ready for it, so I did nothing.

"You can kiss him if you want to, Shawnie," Jason said. He'd caught the glance as well.

Shawn looked past me to Jason, then to my lips again. He gulped and leaned forward slowly and his lips found mine. They barely brushed against me at first, but pressed more firmly within moments. I kept my tongue in my own mouth, though, and used my lips only, giving Shawn a taste of what kissing another man would be like.

He stopped the kiss eventually, leaning back again and pressing his lips together. His eyes were still locked on mine.

"Thank you, Scott," he said.

"You're welcome," I smiled.

Still he stared at me. "You have beautiful eyes," he said. "They're so blue."

"Thank you, Shawn," I said.

He didn't respond. He held my gaze a few moments more, and then his eyes travelled to my cock where it was standing out from my crotch in a solid tube. He gulped once more, and then his hand slowly reached out and his fingers wrapped themselves around me.

To Be Continued​

 

[harry113]

Ooooooooooh Shawnie!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is a threesome cumming up !!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks Neil, a wonderful chapter
Harry

 

[ronboy]

Neil, thanks for letting Shawn explore his feelings. Whether he ultimately is just experimenting, or asserting himself as a gay man, it's good to see that he is in Jason and Scotty's capable hands...

 

[sheep]

It just gets better all the time.

 

[caddymac]

This is a awesome story. It sure has change from the start, and I love every twist.

 

[mmoay020]

i lost track for a bit... being at the cottage and all... but I read the last 3 entries just now.

What can I say... I am all hot & bothered. You have to tell us what happens next soon!

 

[gsdx]

Oh my.....Oh my....Oh my.....I'm sooooooooooooooooooo friggin hard right now!!!!!!!!!!!

Is that a compliment or a complaint?

If it's a compliment, I thank you.

If it's a compaint, then. . . sorry, my friend, but it's out of my hands*



*Pun very much intended

 

[JJFlame]

Is that a compliment or a complaint?

If it's a compliment, I thank you.

If it's a compaint, then. . . sorry, my friend, but it's out of my hands*



*Pun very much intended

Lmao, and very much apprieciated!



I absolutely LOVE this story.

 

[kcm17480]

I can't wait for the next part. I've been hoping that Shawn would get into the mix.

 

[caddymac]

I hope Shawn start to feel more relaxed and start living life.