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When the alarm stopped, I turned to Jason.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked.
“I've been practicing for a couple of weeks now with something special I would like us to try,” replied Jason with a cheeky smile on his face.
“You mean 'someone special' not 'something special', don't you?” I accused.
Jason frowned. “No, I want to do it with you, Brandon,” he said a little hurt.
“You've got a funny way of showing it, blowing me off and spending your time with Tommy,” I said.
“Oh that,” he said relieved, “no we were just practicing together.”
“Yeah, I heard you 'practicing' together. You were having a lot of fun with the vegetables. Just admit it – you've been doing stuff with Tommy,” I said exasperated.
“No, you've got it all wrong, man,” he pleaded. “Tommy and I never touched one another at all.”
“Likely story, Jason,” I said getting pissed at his lying.
“Like chill, man,” said Jason. “I'll show you what we were doing, ok?”
He ran to the hidey-hole, handed me a couple of cushions and took a cover up the ladder. I followed. He covered a bale and I noticed that the basket with the vegetables was still up there in the corner. He grabbed a medium and large carrot and some lube from the basket.
First, he showed me that his deep throating abilities had improved by swallowing the large carrot back end first without any sprays. “That's amazing, Jason!” I said astonished.
He smirked at me. Next, he lubed up the medium carrot and proceeded to press it against his asshole. I had never seen anything like it. I was a little put off – after all that was the same hole smelly poop came out of. Part of me was intrigued and a little excited as well. I could feel my dick rising to the occasion.
After he had worked at his hole for a few minutes, he was able to insert the carrot into his hole with just a little grunt and work it in and out. It took him about a minute to completely work the carrot into his hole. He must have buried about 6 inches of carrot up his ass.
He then proceeded to really work the carrot up his ass, trying different angles until I saw him jump and a smile spread over his face. “There is a sweet spot if you get the right angle and depth,” he explained with a big grin on his face. “Once I find it, it feels amazing, Brandon. You should try it,” he suggested.
I was torn again. What if this turned out to be another example of extreme stuff, like Jason's medieval torture device? It did not seem natural to me to be sticking stuff up my poop hole either. Still, Lil had told me to relax, be less serious, and go with the flow. I shrugged after a few seconds and lay next to Jason.
“What do I do?” I asked innocently.
Jason applied some lube to my hole. The moment he touched it, I realized that it was a very sensitive part of my body, sending an electric shock through me. I flinched and drew in a sharp breath.
He started by using his finger and just relaxed my hole, working his finger over the rim of my hole. It felt guiltily good, despite the problems I was having with the whole idea.
“You're lucky, dude. I had to do all of this on my own next to Tommy,” explained Jason. “Like I said, we never touched each other.”
“I'm sorry Jason. I just thought from the sounds that you guys were making that you had hooked up with him.”
“No way, man! Tommy is too small for me. I prefer bigger guys,” Jason explained. “Actually, I fantasize about deep throating a huge dick. Don't get me wrong, Brandon, your dick is big for our age, but there are much bigger dicks out there.”
I was about to object, but then I remembered Lil saying that I acted like Jason and me were married. I had not exactly been faithful to Jason recently anyway. I reluctantly said, “Jason, if you want to fool around with another guy to try that, I'm ok with that. I'm not gonna try and stop you.”
We kissed. After a bit, I began tickling him and he tickled back. We broke our kiss and the tickling turned into wrestling with lots of squealing and giggling. Jason was pretty good at squirming out of my grip and even though he was smaller than me, it was pretty evenly matched. It felt really good to be over the worries I had about Jason and our relationship. We eventually calmed down to catch our breaths.
I felt a rush of love and lust for Jason. It was so amazing to me that he considered me special enough to do stuff together like this. I tried to get him to 69 with me but he refused. He wanted to deep throat me. I was not complaining. It felt amazing - so tight in the back of his throat!
Another thing that happened that seriously turned me on was that my head had popped out of my foreskin all on its own without needing Jason's help. It had never done that up to now. The days of needing help in that department were now over.
After a few minutes of bliss, I felt the wave of my orgasm overtake me. I involuntarily arched my back, grabbing hold of Jason's head and jammed my dick deep into his throat as I squealed in my soprano voice, “Jason, I'm cumming! Aaaah!” I imagined me being a bucking bronco. Well, in truth, I probably looked more like a caught fish flopping about out water as I spasmed uncontrollably, my body trying to expel my non-existent cum into Jason's eager mouth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
I eventually returned to earth and pushed Jason off my dick and pulled him to me to snuggle him. He kissed me and then got up and retrieved another carrot. He worked this large carrot into his hole, grunting as he did it. It looked hot and disturbing all at the same time.
I just lay there looking over at Jason, half wondering what motivated him to do that to himself. Eventually, I plucked up the courage to ask Jason. “Why do you want to do this sort of stuff, Jason?” I asked, shaking my head.
“Don't knock it 'til you try it, man,” replied Jason. “I saw it in Tommy and Chris' magazine. There were guys and girls using dildos up their holes and then some guys stuck their dicks up other guys assholes and some of the girls assholes too. We didn't have a dildo, but Tommy suggested vegetables from their truck farm and Ginny said it would be okay if they were clean and we lubed them up. Give us a hand. It'll be more fun,” pleaded Jason.
I sat next to Jason and he showed me how to work the lubed vegetable into his asshole. I helped him out but was finding the whole thing overwhelming and disturbing. Jason guided my hand to show me how to hit his 'sweet spot' as he called it. Of course, I later found out this was his prostate. Every time I got his sweet spot, he would groan and his dick would jump.
I decided to give Jason a blow job as I worked his hole with the carrot. With me giving him pleasure both ends, he didn't last long and I heard his breathing quicken and then he arched his back as he spasmed as he yelled unintelligibly in his clear soprano and a few love drops hit my tongue. I expected that he would want to recover, but at his stage of development, he didn't need recovery time and just motioned for me to keep going.
He came 3 more times in about 15 minutes before he pushed me off his dick and pulled me up and he kissed me passionately.
After a minute or so, his breathing returned to normal and he exclaimed, “Awesome, dude! That is so much better than trying to do it alone. The blow job along with the sweet spot is pure magic!”
After a couple of minutes, he gave me his cutest mischievous grin and said, “Your turn for some pleasure. I want you to fuck me up the ass.”
I was really freaked out by the whole idea of shoving my dick up someone's asshole. “Jason, I can't,” I confessed. “I need some time to get used to this idea. It is too freaky,” I complained.
“I don't get it,” Jason said, “Don't you like me?”
“Of course I like you Jason. Hell, I think I even love you. But this is too much, too soon for me. It's like with the torture device. I need to think about this before I try something like this,” I tried to explain.
“Not cool, Brandon,” said Jason grumpily. “I'm trying to give you a gift of my cherry and you don't want it. I thought we were more to each other than that, man.”
“Jason, I'm not saying that I don't want to do this with you. All I'm asking is for a little bit of time to get used to this idea,” I pleaded.
“Whatever. I gotta go and sort out the degausser anyway,” he pouted.
He hopped off the bale, scrambled down the ladder, grabbed his clothes and left as quickly as he could. I could see he was pissed at me and also a little hurt.
He had left everything for me to clean up. I wondered if that was intentional. After packing everything away I left and biked home in the cool Fall air just as conflicted about our relationship as yesterday.