TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 26
His name was James. I didn't know what it was about him, but he stopped me in my tracks and all I could do was to stand there like an idiot and stare at him. Jason was darkly handsome, and Scott was what I would consider cute and sexy, especially with those magnetic blue eyes of his. I've lost myself in his eyes so many times. Looking into them is like being swallowed up in a ocean of waves and they wash over you and suck you into their depths and drag you under.
James was different. He eyes were the softest, palest grey-blue, like the early morning sky. They float over you gently and sweep you up and carry you along with them on a gentle breeze. As I looked at him that first time, I could see in his eyes the same fear and excitement and reservation and anticipation which I had felt only a few short days earlier. Like me, I felt he had inside him a need to discover more about himself, a desire to learn if that empty space inside him could be filled by another man. Perhaps he was a virgin, as I had been until a short time ago. Perhaps he had been waiting for someone to show him the pleasures of his own body. Whatever had drawn him to this place had drawn me to him. I fell instantly ‘in like' with him.
Tom had said that James had ‘funny ears'. I found no humour in them at all. They were beautiful ears. They were, perhaps, smaller than so-called ‘normal' ears, and protruded slightly, but they gave James' face a youthful, boyish appearance which I found quite appealing and attractive. He was clean-shaven, adding to his innocent appearance, and, even across the room, I could smell his aftershave. It was a new smell in the room and I breathed it in deeply and memorized it.
His lips were fine and curled up ever so slightly. Not quite a smile, but curled up enough to give his face a happy look. His nose was well-proportioned to the rest of his face and was set squarely and neatly between his eyes. His eyebrows, the same brown colour as his hair, were carefully spaced, full where they pointed to his nose and thinning into a narrow arch above his eyes.
Even his hair was attractive. Neatly trimmed short on the sides and back, his short sideburns were cut sharply and squarely. The hair on the top of his head was longer and lay in a tousled mass which gave him a look of playfulness and spontaneity. The way it came forward at the front and stuck out over his forehead in random spikes added to that feeling, and the lighter streaks in it gave it a mysterious, undecided look, as if his inner curiosity was being expressed in the colour of his hair.
James was taller than I, and I knew immediately that, were we to stand face-to-face, I would have to look up into his face. It was difficult to know the shape of his body due to the clothes he was wearing, but, to be very honest, I wasn't paying much attention to his body. It was his handsome young face which captured and held my attention.
His eyes flashed down to my waist and, as I stood there in my shorts, I felt suddenly naked and ashamed, but then his eyes came back up to meet mine and the left corner of his mouth curled up so minutely that I suspected I was the only one to see it happen.
I heard my name being called, but I didn't even feel like myself at that moment and paid no attention to the voice. It was only after I heard the name ‘Shawnie' that I was snapped out of my reverie and looked to find the source of the voice.
Jason was standing there in front of the sofa, hugely naked, and grinning at me.
I suppose I should take a moment to explain what is going on. You see, Scott keeps a journal. He has for a long time, even before he moved in here with Jason. He didn't know that I keep a journal as well. All those years that I was alone and taking care of my Mom, God rest her soul, with little else to do and no-one else to talk to, I wrote to myself in a journal. I got into the habit and it has remained with me to this day.
So, when Scott told us he was writing our story, he asked me what James and I were doing all that time in the kitchen on the evening we met. I handed him my journals to read. I sat there with him while he read them, and he read only those parts I wanted him to read. Scott is nice that way, which is probably why I love him so much. He cares about people.
At any rate, Scott liked the way I write and he said he couldn't improve on it. He asked if I would rewrite my journal entries for his story. I agreed to do so. After all, Scott was the one who gave me a life. If it hadn't been for him, I would still be living in that little apartment watching movies on a black and white television set. For that reason alone, I am more than happy to do this for the man who showed me how to live.
"Sorry, Sir," I said to Jason. "I. . . um. . ."
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to see to our new guest?"
"Yes. . . um. . . Yes, Sir," I said, and I turned my attention back to James. "Can I get you something to drink?"
James' right shoulder lifted in a small shrug as he said, "Whatever's going, I guess."
"Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?" I asked.
James thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe something easy for now."
I took that to mean ‘non-alcoholic'. "Come with me," I said as I walked toward him. "I will show you what we have and you may make your choice."
I walked past James as I headed for the kitchen, breathing in his aftershave as I passed him. I noticed his other smells then as well, and I wasn't disappointed. He had the look of a youth, but he had the scent of a man.
I could hear him following me.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
"What in hell was
that all about, Scotty," Jason said as he plopped his ass down on the sofa beside me.
"Looks like Shawn found himself a sweetheart," I told him with a smirk. "I just hope he doesn't get himself in too deep in case Curious James discovers guys aren't his thing and takes off."
"Fuck Shawn," Rob said. "I want someone to fuck
me!"
"How sweet of you to offer," Tom, now totally naked, said as he approached Rob and pulled him to his feet. They fell into a very serious and very noisy kissing session complete with lip smacks and sloshing tongues and grunts and groans.
Jason twisted around so he could kiss me. Our kiss, though, was much more tender and inviting. I closed my eyes to it and let the love flow into me. He put one massive and powerful arm around my back and held me close. His free hand snuck its way into my crotch and found my growing cock. Within seconds, it was rock hard and throbbing in his grasp. Our lips parted, but stayed close. Jason put his forehead against mine, his dark eyes staring into mine. Our faces were so close I could feel his words blowing against my lips.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Scotty?" he whispered to me. "Do you have any idea how horny you make me?" He paused for a bit. "Do you have any idea how much I need to feel this cock in my ass?"
I breathed out a sigh and he sucked my breath into his lungs.
"Will you do it for me, Scotty?" he asked. "Will you fuck me the way only you know how?"
"Oh, God, Jason," I moaned.
"I love you, Scotty," Jason whispered. "I love you and I need you, and right now I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. Will you do that for me, Scotty? Will you fuck me hard and fast?"
"God, yes, Jason!" I gasped. "I love you!"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face into mine. Our lips squashed together and I sucked the air right out of his lungs. I kissed Jason harder than I've ever kissed him before and it left both of us breathless. It was several minutes later that Jason finally broke the kiss. He gasped for breath, sucking it in through his open mouth and blowing it back out onto my face. There was a look in his eyes I had never seen before. There was urgency, of course, but there was something else.
"Scotty," he said desperately, "there's something I. . ."
I waited for him to continue, but he didn't.
"What, Jason?" I asked. "What do you want?"
He put his hand on my cheek and held it there. "There's something I want to do, but it could hurt you."
"You couldn't hurt me, Jason."
"Yes, I could, Babe," he said seriously, and I believed him.
"Will it make you feel good?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he whispered loudly. "It will, Scotty."
"Then do it."
"Promise me you'll tell me if I hurt you?"
"I swear I will."
"God, I love you, Scotty!" He released my cock and grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again. The kiss didn't last long this time. Before I knew it, Jason broke away from me and grabbed a condom off the table. He ripped open the package and fumbled with the latex ring. I had never seen him so nervous or excited before.
Gone was his usual calm, commanding demeanour. Replacing it was a man who looked like he was about to lose his virginity. He managed to turn the condom around properly and then, with shaking fingers and hands, he placed it over my cock and rolled it down.
I heard a loud groan beside me and realized I had completely forgot about Tom and Rob. I glanced over quickly. Tom was sprawled out on the sofa with Rob kneeling on the floor between his legs. Rob had Tom's cock deep in his mouth and his head was corkscrewing back and forth, twisting at Tom's cockhead buried in his throat. Tom had his fingers entangled in Rob's soft, blond hair and was guiding Rob to do his bidding. As I watched, Tom grabbed the hair and lifted Rob's mouth away.
"Get it ready for your ass now," he ordered. For a brief moment, I wondered if Tom was as wonderful as Rob had made him out to be. Tom did all the fucking. Rob did all the sucking. I couldn't help but ask myself what Tom did for Rob.
My thoughts were cut short, though, and quickly forgotten when I felt Jason getting onto his knees beside me. He grabbed my face again and kissed me once more as he lifted his leg over me and straddled me. I suddenly realized what he was going to do.
One hand left my face and grabbed my cock, holding it upright. I could feel Jason's ass settling against my cockhead and I could feel him moving it into position. When he was in place, Jason pressed down slightly until the tip of my cock was lodged in his asshole and he could take his hand away from it.
Our lips smacked loudly as his face moved away from mine. His eyes were wide with anticipation. "Are you ready, Babe?" he asked.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Promise me again, Scotty," he said urgently.
"I promise, Jason! I'll tell you."
His eyes locked onto mine. "I love you, Scotty," he said, and suddenly his face tightened in effort and he slammed his ass down on my cock. One moment there was nothing. The next, there was only the depths of Jason's ass. There was also his weight. Jason weighs a lot more than you would think, and that's only because there is so much of him packed into that body of his. When he lies on top of me, breathing is difficult. It's like trying to breathe with concrete slabs resting on my chest. I knew then what Jason meant when he said he could hurt me.
Our groans of pleasure and passion joined each other as Jason's teeth clenched behind spread lips and his eyes cringed shut. His mouth opened after a long moment and a loud sigh came out of it. He stayed motionless for about half a minute, then opened his eyes and looked into mine.
"Are you okay, Babe?" he asked with genuine concern.
I nodded.
"I love you," he repeated, and then he began riding my cock. Jason rode me hard and I suspect he was living a fantasy. He bounced on my cock like a man obsessed. Of all the times I had fucked Jason, it had never felt like this, and, from the look on his face, it had never felt as good to him before, either.
I grabbed his waist and held on. Every slam of his ass on my hips caused me to grunt out loud. It hurt, but it hurt in such a special way that it felt good to me. Jason placed the palm of his left hand against my chest for support. His other hand grabbed hold of his cock and he began to flail at it. It looked enormous, bigger than I had ever seen it before, and I suddenly realized his magnificent cock had swelled to its maximum size and locked there. It looked exactly like it does the moment before he cums.
But he didn't cum. Instead, he stroked as hard and as fast as he could. His balls were already pulled up tight against his body and his fingers banged them with each stroke of his hand. Somehow, he coordinated his body to do everything he wanted it to do. Without missing a stroke on either his cock or my own, Jason's entire body moved to bring us closer and closer to the ultimate release.
"Oh, fuck, Scotty!" Jason shouted. "It hurts so good!"
Jason was reduced to grunts and groans after that. His entire weight pounded into me and I felt light-headed with the pleasure he was giving me. His ass squeezed my cock as it slid up and down the shaft, siphoning the jism right out of my balls. His whole body became a mass of sweat, matting the hair on his chest and running down his side as it flowed from his armpits. His mouth hung open and he tilted his head forward over me. Perspiration rolled down his face and gathered in his hair. It dripped off his nose and chin, falling onto me in a steady flow.
With an animal growl, Jason suddenly shook his head violently. Sweat flew everywhere, showering me and everything and everyone around me. My hands began to slide on his waist and his thighs were slick against my arms. I could even feel the sweat dripping off his ass onto my balls.
Jason's animal growl turned him into a wild creature. His grunts turned from grunts of feeling to grunts of effort. There were only two things in the world at that moment - my cock in his ass and his cock in his own hand, and he was doing everything he could to make them shoot. I could feel myself growing closer and closer, but I couldn't tell about Jason. His cock still remained totally swollen. It was like he had spent the last fifteen minutes on the brink of orgasm.
Just as I was ready to explode, Jason suddenly leaned back. His left hand moved from my chest to my thigh behind him and he right hand slammed into his groin and froze there. He threw his head back, his mouth wide, and the animal growl sounded again. As my first blast of cum poured into Jason's ass, the first blast shot out of his cock in a stream which shot completely over my head. The second shot almost cleared me as well. The tail end of the stream splashed me from my chin to my hair.
The remaining spurts of Jason's ‘jazz' splashed me from crotch to face. My own cum poured into the latex cup embedded in Jason's ass. The intensity of both our orgasms surprised me, considering all the sex we'd had that day. And, when they were over, they ended in complete exhaustion.
Jason fell forward onto me, panting heavily into my ear, his right hand still holding his wilting cock and his left arm lying limply at his side. I put my arms around him and held him. My cock was still inside Jason's ass. It stayed there until is escaped on its own.
I was vaguely aware of the sofa shaking rhythmically and Rob and Tom moaning. I seem to recall hearing Tom's orgasm as he came inside Rob's ass.
I didn't give a shit. I was too happy holding onto my man to worry myself about it.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
James leaned closer to me. "What was that?" he asked in a hushed voice.
I had taken him to the kitchen to get him something to drink. He had finally settled on coffee and I had poured out a mug for each of us and had taken them to the small table in the breakfast nook. We sat at one corner of the table, diagonal to each other. I had asked James if he would rather I get dressed and he had told me it didn't matter to him, as long as I wasn't uncomfortable.
I liked talking to James almost as much as I liked looking at him, and, before long, we knew each other's life story. He was attending university here (not the college Scott attended) and was studying Business Management. At twenty-one, he was only two years younger than I. He came from a small town and left his highschool sweetheart behind, but had discovered that, whereas the gay life where he grew up was virtually nonexistent, it flourished here. He had promised his girlfriend that he wouldn't see other women while he was here, but sexual frustration had led him to believe more and more that he wouldn't be breaking any promises if he were to ‘see' other men, if only to get the occasional blowjob when he needed it.
He and Tom worked together at the pizza shop. James worked behind the counter. Tom's sexuality wasn't commonly known at work, but James had overheard him having a little tiff with Rob one evening and questioned him about it. Tom denied it at first, but James was persistent and mentioned to Tom that he had overheard the name ‘Robert' and the word ‘sweetie' in the same sentence. Tom relented and confessed the truth. They became good friends after that and Tom mentioned that he would be visiting here for a wild weekend and asked James if he would like to come along. It wasn't until that evening that James finally decided he would like to come along as well.
Which led us to the conversation we were having and to James' question, "What was that?"
"That was Jason," I responded.
"Oh, the guy with the eyes," James said as he nodded.
"No," I corrected him. "The big guy with all the hair."
"Any idea what they're doing in there?" I could see the curiosity in his face and the imploring look in his eyes.
I smiled at him. "Go see for yourself."
"You don't think they would mind?"
My smile turned to a grin. "There's four guys having sex together in the livingroom. They won't mind. We can go in and watch if you'd like."
"I don't think I want to watch," James said hurriedly, "but I'd like to see what guys do together."
I swept my hand toward the doorway. "You can see from there."
James hesitated a moment, then stood up and carefully peeked around the corner. I barely got a good look at his backside when he spun around again and hurried back to his chair. His pale eyes were opened wide and his jaw dropped, exposing his teeth.
He jerked his thumb in the direction of the livingroom, leaned in, and whispered quietly, "The big guy, Jason, he was getting. . . you know. . . by the guy with the eyes and Tom was doing it to Rob."
I simply nodded to him.
"Didn't you hear me?" he said anxiously. "Jason was sitting on the guy with the eyes and was bouncing up and down on him."
"One," I said with a polite smile., "the ‘guy with the eyes' is Scott. Two, you can say the word ‘fuck' around here and no-one will wash your mouth out with soap."
"Okay, okay," he pressed forward, "but Jason was. . . okay, getting fucked by Scott!"
"Yes," I said.
"I didn't think guys like that would let anyone. . . you know. . . fuck them. And he was
masturbating, too!"
"Do you mean macho men like Jason?"
James nodded and I chuckled lightly.
"Jason may look like a big black bear, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy having all kinds of sex, and getting fucked and jerking off is all part of the game."
James looked down at the table and shook his head. "Well, it sure looked like he was enjoying it a lot. Heck, I don't even jerk off that. . . er. . . masturbate that hard."
I reached out and placed my hand over James' hand. His eyes turned up to me. "You've got to lighten up, James," I told him. "Say what you mean and do what you want. That's the way it is around here." I slid my hand away and James followed it with his eyes.
He tilted his head up and met my gaze again. "You mean this kind of stuff goes on around here all the time?"
"Most of the time, yes."
He pause and swallowed. "Do you. . . like. . . join in sometimes?"
I nodded. "As I was saying, you can say whatever you want, do whatever you want, with whoever you want, whenever you want. That applies to everyone inside this apartment. Myself included. I do what I want with them whenever I want."
"You mean I could go in there and say I wanted a. . . a blowjob. . . and I'd get one?"
"Three of them would be happy to oblige," I replied. "I don't know about Tom yet. He hasn't done anything like. But you wouldn't have to go out there to ask."
"You?" he asked. He sounded surprised. "I thought you were. . . like. . . the housekeeper or something."
"Valet," I told him, "and ‘yes', I would oblige you as well."
James looked down at the table again. "Holy, shit," he said.
"All you have to do is ask, James."
His eyes raised once more. He had a frightened, hesitant look in them. "This is all new to me," he said. "I don't think I'm ready to jump into it just yet. I'm not sure I want to."
"That's okay," I told him. "Take your time. If you want something to happen, we can make it happen for you. If you don't, well, that's okay. Nothing will happen if you don't want it to."
James seemed relieved at that.
"More coffee?" I asked.
"Please," he replied.
As I stood up to pour more coffee for us, James asked, "Any idea what time Tom and Rob are leaving?"
"I don't expect they plan on going home tonight."
"What!?" he whispered loudly. "He didn't tell me that!"
I returned with the coffee pot. "I suppose he thought you would want to stay as well. If you would rather, we can get you home."
"I don't have to be home, but are you sure there's enough room for me?"
I laughed. "Pick a bed, James. You can sleep where you like. I imagine Tom and Rob will be sleeping in Jason's bed, but there is still room there for the two of us if that's where we decided to sleep. Or, there's a guestroom and there's my room. There's also the sofa." I carried the coffee pot back to the brewer.
"You mean I could just go and jump into Jason's bed or your bed and go to sleep?"
"Yes, and you would be safe," I assured him. "As I told you before, James, nothing happens here that you don't want to happen."
"I've never slept in the same bed with anyone before. Well, except for my little brother, and he's a dork." He looked down at his coffee mug, at his finger as it traced around the inside of the handle. "So, I could. . . like. . . sleep in your bed and you wouldn't do anything to me?" He looked up at me then.
"Not if you didn't want me to."
Once again, his gaze lowered to his coffee mug. He was silent in thought for a long time. The grunts and groans continued to float in from the livingroom. "I've never slept in the same bed with anyone before."
"I know, James. You just told me."
"And you wouldn't mind? And you wouldn't do anything I don't want you to do?"
"No to both questions," I answered him honestly.
His eyes raised once more. "I want to, Shawn, but I'm scared to death."
"I want you to as well."
"Me?" he asked. "You want me to sleep with you?"
"Yes, I do," I said. "Very much."
He swallowed. "You like me?"
"
Very much."
He swallowed again. "I like you, too, Shawn, but. . ."
James was interrupted by the familiar sounds of Jason in orgasm. James had never heard him before, but he knew what it meant. He turned in his chair to look at the open doorway leading to the livingroom. "Holy, shit!" he exclaimed. He looked back at me again, his face full of surprised amazement.
Before he could even ask the question, I smiled and nodded at him. "All the time," I said. "Any time of the day or night."
"Holy, shit," he murmured. He looked back at the doorway and stared at it until the sounds died down and only the heavy breathing remained. Only then did he turn back to me. He sat there, staring at me, but said nothing.
I decided to take the bull by the horns, as it were. "Do you have a hardon, James?"
His face suddenly flushed pink, and so did his ears. I smiled at that. "Don't worry if you do. I have one as well."
He swallowed hard this time. "That would give a
zombie a hardon."
I shook my head ‘no' and explained. "I've had mine since you mentioned you might want to sleep in my bed."
His mouth opened as if he were about to say something, then closed again.
I smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, James," I said quietly. "If you decide to sleep with me, I'll keep it right where it is - inside my shorts."
"No," he said quickly. "I mean. . . um. . . I gave you an erec. . . a hardon?"
"Yes, you did," I told him. "I won't lie to you, James. I like you and I find you very attractive. If you don't want anything to happen, it won't, but, if you decide you want something to happen, I would like to be the one to do it for you."
There was only a short pause before James said, "Holy, shit."
To Be Continued
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