Taking Care of Jason

[snclas]

Don't test my patience any more, Neil. I've been waiting and struggling on how the soty goes next long enough

 

[miaplacidus]

I've just downloaded the last part. I'll read it at home (I'm at a friend's house), even if I have to read the CD with my own eyes!

 

[sheep]

I've just downloaded the last part. I'll read it at home (I'm at a friend's house), even if I have to read the CD with my own eyes!

Here, I'll translate it for you.
100100001001110010101010110001111101000101010101010010!

 

[JJFlame]

Here, I'll translate it for you.
100100001001110010101010110001111101000101010101010010!

Omgz, binary is SOOoO hot! *cums*

 

[sheep]

I'm not sure...but I think that says something about my mother and a sheep?! Either that or My mother can't sleep?! I'm horrible at binary. LOL.

Close but no cigar. It sez *your grandmother wears army boots*

 

[miaplacidus]

I know how to read binary, but I can only do that if it's plain text (Notepad documents), and even with them I need a calculator and an ASCII table... I'm such a geek!

Neil, I've just read the last two parts. I don't have words to describe it. Only a sore penis.

 

[caddymac]

Neil, another great chapter. I am glad you have Shawn telling his side of the story. Thank you.

 

[botboy03]

Wow. This is so great OMG....I just found this one after reading all of the Watching Brad and its so different, but still the style is the same. I can't wait for more.

Zac

 

[apdragon]

fingers crossed for a new chapter soon !! Great story !

 

[gsdx]

I am finally getting ahead in 'Watching Brad'. I'll start writing a new chapter for 'Jason' this weekend.

 

[poophead]

 

[ducka_dork]

wow! i just got done reading all the chapters and i have to congradulate you. its a very hot story. you have a way with words, thats for sure.

 

[xchadx123]

Well, well, well, my goodness...doesn't that make our naughty parts tingle...YES, IT DOES!!!!!!!

God, this story is making me soooooo fucking horny!!!!!!!!!!...keep 'em cumming, Neil!!!!!(pun definitely intended...LOL)

MORE, MORE, MORE!!!!!!!!!!

 

[miaplacidus]

You know I like binary. So:

1001101 1001111 1010010 1000101 0100001 0100001 0100001

(in plain English: MORE!!!)

I have to add "please" after that.

 

[gsdx]

I'm half-way through the next chapter. I'm hoping to finish it this week and post it for you. The story took a bit of a turn and I'm not at all sure I'm happy with it. If I'm not, I'm going to have to scrap most of it and rewrite it.

 

[IANSAND]

The story is going great. I'm sure whatever your in the process of writing will turn out fine.

 

[xchadx123]

I sooooo hope you'll be posting the next chapter of this very hot, sexy story tomorrow (Saturday, October 14th)...can't wait to find out what happens next between shawn and James...the suspense is killing me!!!

 

[gaygoth]

I NEEEEEEEED another chapter, Neil. Hurry up, I'm turning blue!

 

[gsdx]

TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 27​

Even after my cock slid out of Jason's asshole, he still straddled my hips and hugged and kissed me. He was still panting heavily from his exertions and I could feel his heart pounding against me as he pressed his chest against mine. His heady, sweaty smell surrounded me. It was better than standing in a botanical garden. Few things smell better than Jason does after he's had sex.

His lips mashed against mine and our teeth clicked together as our tongues fought a duel. At one point, Jason trapped my tongue inside his mouth and began giving it a blowjob, sucking and tonguing it and sliding his mouth up and down it.

I was about to return the pseudo-blow but Jason's mouth left mine before I could begin. "You are the sexiest man in the world, Scotty."

"I'm not half as sexy as you are."

"I don't turn myself on," he said, still panting. "You do."

He kissed me again, then his mouth moved to my cheek and further to my neck. He stayed there for a minute or so before his lips and tongue found my ear. He licked the outside first, sending tingles of pleasure into my groin, and then he traced the inside channel around the edge before he reached my earlobe. My head turned automatically to the side to give him better access and Jason sucked and nibbled on my lobe as he does with my cock.

I reached down and behind Jason, pulling the condom off my cock and tossing it somewhere in the direction of the coffee table. My hands moved around Jason's sides and between us. My palms found his massive pecs and my fingers found the hair-encircled nubs of his nipples. I curled my fingers and caught the hardened nipples between my thumbs and the outsides of my index fingers and I squeezed. Jason moaned into my ear, his sighs blowing across the moistened skin of my ear. I squeezed harder and Jason doubled his oral attack. His tongue left my earlobe and began searching out all the other parts in and around my ear. My own groans of pleasure joined his.

Despite all the orgasms that day, I could feel my cock growing hard once more, pointing upward against the top of Jason's ass. His own cock grew hard against me, pressing between both our bodies, slippery and slick with the cum still coating my skin there.

Jason drilled his tongue into my ear, swirling and twisting it as if he were rimming my asshole. It felt just as good, too. I'd lost count of the orgasm's we'd had that day, but it was enough to surprise me that Jason was working our way up to another one. He tortured me with his tongue, digging as deeply into my ear as he could and sending shivers of excitement throughout my entire body.

He finally pulled his tongue out of my ear, grabbed my cheeks in his hand and turned my face toward him. His deep, dark eyes grabbed my attention and held it. There was so much lust in them - more, I think, than I had ever seen. Then his head suddenly tilted slightly and his lips rammed themselves against mine again. His kiss was pure savagery. He was an animal. His tongue sought mine as his mouth twisted against me. I was gasping for breath, sucking deep, noisy breaths through my nose as I fought to explore Jason's mouth as he was exploring mine.

My fingers gripped his nipples even tighter and began to twist. Jason screamed his pleasure into my mouth, and I pressed and twisted harder still. Jason yanked his mouth away from mine and leaned back. His eyes were closed and his lower jaw dropped as his chest heaved with the effort of his breathing. His right hand left my cheek and found its way to his cock. Once more, he was jerking himself off, intent on at least one more orgasm that night. I relinquished my grip on his left nipple and moved my own hand to my cock. I matched Jason stroke for stroke.

Jason's head tilted forward once more, but his mouth remained open. His eyes opened and stared into mine once more and still the lust was there. His breath blew over my face, warm and sweet.

"Holy, fuck, Scotty," he croaked gruffly. "I can't believe I'm going to cum again."

I released Jason's other nipple and wrapped my arm around his back, pulling myself up toward him. I think he expected me to move in for another kiss, but I had another destination in mind. My lips found the hair on his chest, then zeroed in on the nipple I had just released. I attacked the stiff, tiny nub with the same ferocity with which Jason had attacked my ear only moments earlier.

I sucked it and pinched it between my lips and swirled my tongue around it, and I even bit it gently with my teeth. Jason went ballistic, his fist pounding against my belly as he stroked his cock. The groan which came out of his mouth was almost painful to hear. I tortured him as long as he would let me, but within minutes, Jason's upper body was twitching away from my mouth, so I moved over to his other nipple and once more began my onslaught.

Jason continued to groan and moan and to tell me over and over again how good it felt. Throughout, his hand didn't skip a beat on his ramrod. Precum dripped to my belly, warm and wet. His scent, heavy from sweat and sex, stoked the fires in my groin. My orgasm was rapidly approaching, but I was determined to wait for my man to cum so I could join him.

One more groan escaped Jason's mouth and his chest jerked away from me. I knew he'd had enough and I lay back against the sofa and looked up into his handsome, rugged face. Sweat poured from his brow, rolling down his cheeks and nose, dripping from his face and onto me. There was only one look in his eyes now - his desperate need to blow one more load. I bounced beneath him as he pounded his cock, his ass cheeks hard and warm against me, his balls mashing into my stomach hairs. My own hand rode my cock, rubbing against Jason's ass cheeks at the same time.

Jason's teeth closed together in a vice grip and his lips split into and intent grimace as his eyes narrowed slightly. And then, suddenly, his jaw dropped and he raised himself onto his knees. His cock came closer to my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The moment the first blast of cum from Jason's cock hit my chin, my first blast splattered against his back.

There was very little cum left in his balls, but what there was landed on my face and in my mouth, and I accepted it eagerly. I felt the heat from Jason's cockhead against my lower lip and his cock slid past and into my mouth. I clamped my lips around him, holding him there and sucking the rest of his jism out of him and into me.

As my orgasm subsided, so did Jason's. His cum stopped flowing, but his cock was still twitching in excitement. I stopped stroking my cock and stopped sucking the meat between my lips. My hands moved to Jason's ass, feeling my cum there, and guided his hips forward. He released his softening cock and let it slide into my mouth entirely. I held him there until we both came down from our orgasmic high.

Jason finally sat back down, his soft cock sliding reluctantly from my lips. He looked down at me, smiling. "I'm not trading you in for anything, Scotty." He bent himself forward and licked his cream from my face before clamping his lips onto mine and giving it to me. My tongue found every drop it could before we fell into some serious kissing.

"I know people who would pay good money to see that," a voice said beside us. "You guys up to putting on a show? I could make a fortune."

We broke our kiss and looked at Tom and Rob. I had totally forgot they were even there. Tom was sitting on the sofa near me, sprawled out with his legs spread before him. Rob was on his knees between Tom's legs, giving him a blowjob.

"Christ, man," Jason said. He sounded rather perturbed. "Don't you ever do anything for Robby?"

"Sure," Tom replied. "I fuck him whenever he wants and, when he gets too horny, I jerk him off."

"Don't you ever blow him? Or let him fuck you?"

"First of all, no-one fucks my ass, Dude. And second, I don't really like sucking cock. I only do it when I really have to. Like when Rob tells me I can't fuck him if I don't."

Jason climbed off me and onto his feet as Rob removed Tom's cock from his mouth. "I can't believe I let you fuck me!" Jason said angrily. "I thought you were gay!"

"I am," Tom replied with a smirk. "But I'm not a fag like my favourite little cocksucker, here. Come on, Rob, get your mouth busy again. Daddy needs to wash your tonsils again."

"That's it!" Jason grabbed Rob under his arm and yanked him to his feet. His eyes burned daggers into Tom. "Get your sorry ass out of my house!"

"Jason, please don't," Rob begged.

"He's using you, Robby. Don't you see that? You deserve better than this asshole!"

"But he loves me."

"How do you know?" Jason asked. "Has he ever told you?"

Rob hung his head shyly, hiding his teary eyes from us. "Well, no, but he lets me live at his place and he takes care of me."

"Why? So he can have your ass any time he wants? So he can do what he wants to you? I suppose you cook his dinners and wash his clothes, too!"

Rob looked up at me. I could see that he knew the truth. I could see it in his eyes. He didn't want to admit it, though.

"You don't deserve this, Rob," I told him. "He's using you."

Tom stood up, grabbing his clothes off the floor and pulling them on. "I don't need this shit," he grumbled.

Rob was crying now, the tears rolling down his face in tiny rivulets. "I have nowhere else to go."

"You can stay here until you find another place," Jason offered.

Rob looked at Tom, who was pulling on his jeans. Tom glanced up, caught Rob's gaze, and said, "Make up your mind fast. I'm outa here."

I stood up and stepped toward Rob, putting my hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at me. "Stay here if you want, Rob. We'll get your stuff later."

Rob looked down at the floor and said, "I'd better go."

"We're here if you need us," I assured him.

Rob turned away and hurriedly pulled on his clothes.

"James!" Tom called. Then again. "James!!"

Shawn opened his bedroom door, still dressed in his shorts. "He's in the shower."

"Tell him if he wants a ride home, he'd better get his ass out here, fast!"

"Don't bother, Shawny," Jason said. "If your friend wants a ride home later tonight, I'll take him."

Shawn nodded, stepped back into his room, and closed the door.

To Tom, Jason said, "If you even think of hurting Rob, remember what I was in prison for. I'd be more than happy to go back again for pounding your face in."

Tom lifted his head haughtily. "I'm not afraid of you," he said.

Jason calmly walked up to Tom, who seemed to shrink as he approached. When Jason was face to face with him, he smiled menacingly and said, "Oh, but you should be. Now, get the fuck out of my house."

Tom backed away, almost tripping over the coffee table as he encouraged Rob to dress faster. Minutes later, they were heading out the door. "Remember, Rob," I called after him, "we're here if you need us."

Rob nodded and smiled sadly. And then they were gone.

"How did we miss it, Jason?"

Jason simply shook his head back and forth. "He'll come back."

"Who? Tom?"

"No. Robby. He knew he was being used before. Now he knows we do, too."

"Then why would they come here if Rob knew we'd figure it out?"

"Tom said it himself. He wanted my ass. My guess is that he made Robby set up a date with us."

"I'm sorry, Jason," I apologized. "If I had known. . ."

Jason went to the door and locked it, then went to Shawn's door and knocked. A moment later, Shawn opened the door.

"Tom and Rob have gone home," he told Shawn. "Call me if your friend needs a ride, okay?"

"James is staying here tonight. That's okay, isn't it?"

"Of course it is, Shawny. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Jason." Then, looking past Jason to where I was standing, said, "Goodnight, Scott."

"Nite," I called back.

As the door closed once more, Jason came to me, picked me up in his arms, and carried me around to turn out the lights. We went into the bedroom where I turned on the bedside lamps from the control panel at the door, then on into the bathroom. He set me down there and we took a leak together, then into the shower. It was all business in there except for a lot of hugging and kissing. Both Jason and I were totally sexed out for the night. We did wash each other, though, and that was fun. Jason even let me shampoo his chest.

We finished our shower and stood under the shower heads and held each other as we let the water rinse us off completely until Jason finally turned off the faucets and we stepped out of the gigantic stall. Jason dried me and I dried him, and then he picked me up and carried me to bed.

It wasn't long before we were in bed and sound asleep in each other's arms.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

I was really attracted to James when I first set eyes on him, but, as we sat in the kitchen and talked, I really started to like him. There was an innocence in him, and curiosity and confusion. I recognized them all easily. I could also see his anxiety.

"When did you know you were gay?" he asked me, intruding upon my thoughts of him.

I sat back in my chair. "I don't know that I am, actually," I told him. "The only sex I've ever had is with my friend, here. . ." (I held up my hand) ". . . and Jason and Scott. All I can tell you is that I enjoy it and I want to do more. If that makes me gay. . ."

"I've thought about it a lot," he continued. "You know, doing stuff with another guy, but I've been afraid to try it. I mean, what if I don't like it?"

"If you don't like it, you stop and you don't do it again."

"What if I really suck at it?"

I chuckled at his choice of words.

James realized what he had said and that delightful blush spread up his cheeks and to his ears once more. "Oh, geez," he said as he looked quickly down at the table.

"Don't worry, James," I assured him. "Some people really suck at sucking. But you don't have to do it all at once. You do only what you feel comfortable with and only when you feel comfortable doing it. Like me, for example. I've worked here with Jason for a few years now. I always knew he was gay. He told me when he hired me and swore me to secrecy. But he's the nicest guy you'll ever meet, really. So is Scott. Jason never did anything untoward against me and let me go about my business. I was curious, of course, and all I ever saw him do was masturbate. He never brought anyone home, so I didn't see any gay sex. But I spent a lot of time back at home by myself and I had a bit of a collection of videos. Mostly straight, but I bought a gay video once and I enjoyed it as much as I did the straight ones and I started buying more of them."

"Did you ever try anything with Jason?" he asked. "I mean, like when you caught him. . . you know. . . masturbating."

I chuckled again. "Well, for one thing, I didn't have to catch him. Jason's not shy. He doesn't wear clothes around here. He never did. And when he's horny, he does something about it, and he's horny most of the time. He did it wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Hell. Sometimes he'd be sitting right there where you're sitting and he'd stop in the middle of his dinner and whack off a good one, then carry on eating as if nothing was strange about it. I got used to it pretty quickly."

"But he's pretty attractive. Didn't you ever want to do anything with him?"

"I suppose I did," I said in retrospect, "but look at him. He's huge! The guy's built like an ox. To be honest, he scared the ever-loving shit out of me."

"I shouldn't think he'd give anyone a choice," James said quietly. "I mean, he could do anything he wanted with someone and they wouldn't have much choice about it."

I leaned forward, resting my arms against the table, and catching James' eyes. "Jason's not like that, James. He's big, but he's as gentle as a kitten. He's also the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, and he's also the best friend anyone could ever have. He takes good care of his friends."

I leaned back into my chair again and continued. "Things changed when Scott came to live here. He was injured back then. Cracked ribs from a beating he'd taken from some guy who's in prison now for murder. Jason took such great care of Scott and I finally got to see the real side of him. I liked Scott, too. He was nice to me and didn't treat me as a hired hand. He treated me as a friend. I liked that. He's pretty cute, too. And those eyes. . ."

"I know," James said suddenly, his own eyes widening and his brow creasing. "They go right through you, don't they? I've never seen eyes as blue as his before."

"Neither have I. Anyway, when Scott was well enough to start having sex again, they started doing it all the time. Scott wasn't shy, either - at least not after the first time I saw them together. That's when things started happening to me. I didn't need the videos to masturbate to anymore. I'd just lie in bed at home and think about Scott and Jason. And then it started carrying over into my work. I'd see them together and I'd go into a trance and it was like I was at home by myself."

"You jerked. . . I mean. . . you masturbated in front of them?"

I nodded. "I wasn't even aware of it at first. I'd jerk off, then go on about my business without even knowing when I had done it. Eventually, they told me about what I was doing and invited me to join in any time I wanted to. It took awhile, though. I was scared to death. But they were both so nice and gentle and didn't force me into anything at all. I did what I wanted and that is all they expected me to do. But I discovered that I really enjoyed it. . . a lot, and I started doing more, and I discovered that I enjoy doing that as well."

James looked down at his hands where they rested on the table top. His fingernails were twiddling with each other nervously.

"You're safe here, James," I assured him. "No-one will ever make you do anything you don't want to do."

He sat quietly for a long time, twiddling his fingernails. Inside the livingroom, the sounds of sex came to my ears once more. The stamina in those two men surprised me and I was beginning to wonder if they would ever run out of steam.

"I like you, Shawn," James said finally, and he looked up into my eyes and quickly back to his hands again. "I like you, but I'm scared to death."

I reached my hand across the table and cupped it over James' hands. "You're safe here, James," I repeated. "Nothing will happen to you that you don't want to happen. You have my word on that."

His eyes found mine and held my gaze this time. "I believe you, Shawn. I trust you, but I don't think I'm ready to do anything yet."

"That's okay," I assured him.

"I want to stay here tonight, though," he continued. "I think I'd even like to sleep with you, but I don't want anything to happen."

"That's okay, too, James, and I guarantee that nothing will."

James' right hand slid out slowly from beneath mine and moved on top. He hand felt warm, but nervously damp. I could feel it shaking slightly. "Thanks," he said, and then he smiled and his pale, blue eyes twinkled.

I cleaned up the table, setting the mugs in the sink and making certain the coffee maker was turned off, then James and I headed for my bedroom. James paused as we walked past the sofa, watching the spectacle which was going on there. Closest to us, Tom was sprawled out with his legs spread wide. Rob was between them, giving Tom a healthy blowjob as Tom looked away from us, watching Jason sitting on Scott's stomach. They were kissing and jerking themselves off.

James watched for a few moments, then looked at me and heaved a nervous sigh. I reached for his hand, took it in mine, and led him to my bedroom, closing the door behind us and punching up the back lighting in the headboard of my bed. A soft, soothing glow filled the room.

"If you'd like to take a shower," I said, pointing, "the bathroom is in there."

"You have your own bathroom?"

I nodded. "I have an extra bathrobe you can use until I wash your clothes for you in the morning."

"I don't have clean underwear, though," he said. "I don't think I could sleep without them."

"No problem," I said. I punched the electronic display once more and lights came on over my dresser. I opened the third drawer down. It was filled with underwear, many of them still in their original wrappings and boxes. "These are all brand new," I told him. "I've never worn them."

"Geez," James said in an astounded whisper as he stared into the drawer. "Do you collect them or something?"

"Or something," I replied with a smile. "Stamps and butterflies were never my thing."

He looked at me and giggled before turning his attention back to the dresser.

"Help yourself," I told him. "They should fit you."

Tentatively, he reached into the drawer and began looking. "Is there anything here that's. . . you know. . . baggy and loose?" He glanced quickly at my waist and my shorts. "I mean, I don't think I could wear anything like those."

"Here," I said as I stepped beside him. James stood up and to the side as I closed the drawer and opened the next one down. I grabbed up a pair of shorts. "I've worn these, but they're clean."

"I don't mind," he said. He took them and held them up, testing the elastic waistband. They seemed to meet with his approval. "I think these will do."

I started to close the drawer, but he stopped me. "Wait." He reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of mesh boxer shorts which I wore only during my most private moments. They were an iridescent silver colour, changing to patches of rainbow hues in the light, and they were totally revealing. They were as close to being naked that I could get.

"You wear these?" he asked as he turned them over in his hand, seeing his fingers through the material.

"Yes," I answered, "but not where anyone can see."

He looked at me with shy, puppy-dog eyes. "Would you wear them for me?"

I smiled. "Sure," I said. I took them from him, then said, "Come on. I'll get you a bathrobe." I closed the door and led the way to my closet. I grabbed one of the three robes there off its hanger and handed it to James. "Take your time," I told him. "I'll grab a quick shower when you're finished. Oh. There's extra toothbrushes in the cabinet."

James smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. I wasn't surprised to hear the lock clicking. I went to my bed and sat down, thinking about James. Surprisingly, I didn't even try to imagine him naked. I simply went over in my mind our conversations from earlier that evening and how much I had enjoyed them. I liked being with him and I sat there hoping that there would be more times like this.

A loud, anxious, and angry voice calling James' name interrupted my thoughts and I went to the door. Jason and Scott were standing near the sofa. Tom was fully dressed and Rob was crying and frantically pulling on his own clothes.

"He's in the shower," I said.

Tom looked furious when he said, "Tell him if he wants a ride home, he'd better get his ass out here, fast!"

"Don't bother, Shawny," Jason told me. "If your friend wants a ride home later tonight, I'll take him."

I nodded and stepped back into my room, closing the door tightly behind me. Whatever had happened out there, I was certain I would learn all about it in the morning. From the looks of it, though, I suspect Tom was getting his ass booted out of the house for some reason or other. Jason came to my door a few minutes later to tell me that he'd take James home later if he wanted to go. He assured me it was okay if James stayed the night.

I closed the door and sat back down, waiting for James to finish his shower. He came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, wearing my robe and towelling his hair dry. He stopped suddenly and said, "Oh, my clothes."

He started to turn back, but I stopped him. "I'll get them," I told him as I stood up from the bed, holding the shorts and my robe. I headed toward him. "That's my job around here."

"You sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all, James," I assured him. "I'll be back in a minute or two." I walked past him and into the bathroom, closing the door politely behind me. The room was warm and steamy. I flipped on the exhaust fan and looked at the floor. James clothes lay askew there. Everything had been taken off inside out. Puddles of water could be seen here and there where he had stood. The toothbrush he'd used lay on the vanity, as did the still-open tube of toothpaste.

I smiled at his innocence and began the clean-up. James needed someone like me.

I suppose I could tell you how excited I was and how much it turned me on to gather up his clothes, that I held them to my nose and breathed in his scent, but I didn't. Actually, it didn't even cross my mind. James trusted me, and that would have been a supreme betrayal of that trust. I simply picked them up, turned them right-side in, emptied the pockets, and placed the items on the vanity. I dropped his clothes into the laundry hamper and I quickly wiped up the puddles of water with the towel James had dropped to the floor as well, draping it over the hamper when I was finished.

I grabbed another towel from the small linen closet and took a quick shower. I dried myself, pulled on the mesh shorts and my robe, brushed my teeth, and dropped my other shorts into the hamper before returning to the bedroom.

James was sitting there on the side of the bed, his hands fumbling nervously with themselves where they lay in his lap. "I didn't know what side you sleep on, so I thought I would wait," he said quietly.

"Either side," I said as I sat beside him. "Are you okay?"

James nodded slightly and turned his head to look at me. "Yeah. Scared, though."

"Don't be," I told him. "You're here to sleep, and so am I."

His gaze locked itself on mine for a long time and we sat there in silence, listening to the sounds of our breathing. Then his gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same thing.

"I think I want to kiss you, James," I said softly, giving him the opening I thought he was looking for.

He looked back into my eyes. There was a lot of excitement in them - even eager anticipation - but I saw a lot of reservation and hesitancy in them as well. I waited until I saw him nod his head. I leaned forward slowly, tilting my head slightly, and our lips met.

The kiss didn't last long, but it lasted long enough for me to know that I enjoyed it very much. His kiss was sweet and tasted slightly of mint and baking soda. I think James enjoyed it, too, but I was the one who ended it.

As we sat away from each other, James sucked in a quick, deep breath. "Wow," he said. "That was weird." He was quick to add, "But a ‘good' weird." He drew in another deep breath, tilted his head, and leaned in to me for another kiss. I met him half way. He ended the kiss this time. "Definitely a ‘good' weird."

I smiled at him. "I think so, too." I sat up straight. "Are you ready for bed now?" James nodded as I stood up. "I'll take this side if you don't mind."

"Not at all," he said as he circled the bed to the right-hand side.

By the time he got there and turned toward me again, I already had my bathrobe open and was pulling it from my shoulders. His eyes went immediately to my shorts. I knew everything was clearly visible through the mesh, but I was grateful that I had managed to avoid getting an erection.

"I don't think I could ever wear anything like that," James said. His eyes suddenly flew up to mine. "They look great on you, though."

"Thank you."

I quickly pulled off my robe and tossed it onto the bottom of the bed before climbing under the sheets. I could feel the stirrings in my crotch and I didn't think it was a good thing to happen right before his eyes.

James turned his back to me and slid out of his own robe, dropping it to the floor, then getting into bed. He lay on his side, facing away from me.

A touch of my finger to the control panel on the headboard and the room was plunged into near darkness. Only the slightest light was visible, and that was for James' benefit in case he needed to find the bathroom during the night.

"Goodnight, James," I said.

"Nite, Shawn," he replied, and we both fell silent.

I don't know if James fell asleep, but I know I didn't. I lay there, thinking about him. I wasn't particularly concerned nor upset by the circumstances. I knew that I could control myself despite the erection in my shorts which refused to go away. It was almost an hour later and I was just considering sneaking off to the bathroom to help myself get rid it when James rolled onto his back.

"Shawn?" he said into the darkness. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," I replied.

"I was wondering. . ." he began. "I think. . . I think I'd like you to give me a blowjob."

To Be Continued​

 

[xchadx123]

Wow!!! Finally, a new and very hot chapter!!!! My prayers have finally benn answered!!! Way to go, Neil...another great installment in this continuing erotic saga...don't make us wait so long for the next one, OK?