Date: Wed, 20 May 2009 19:33:57 -0700 From: Data Fever Subject: Jase Part 2 As I awoke, my first thoughts were of the fantasy that I had gone to sleep with. I imagined Mr. Johnson's hands rubbing my back and legs and bare buttocks. "Hey Jason, are you ready to get up yet?" Mr. Johnson's voice startled me out of my reverie. I rolled over and lifted up my head. "Yeah." "Okay. If you want, you've got time for a quick shower while I make breakfast." I just nodded as I watched Mr. Johnson leave for the kitchen. I was confused. Why would Mr. Johnson suggest that I might want to take a shower? After all, we were going to be working up a sweat anyway. As I pulled the sheet off of my body, my confusion increased. First I noticed that I wasn't wearing any underwear. What in the world? What happened to my underwear? I didn't remember taking them off. Then I noticed the residue which indicated that I had had a wet dream. My chest and abdomen contained clear signs that I had sprayed myself with sperm. That also bewildered me as I reasoned that if I had been covered with a bedsheet, there was no way for my sperm to reach my chest. And if this was what Mr. Johnson was referring to, how did he know? My mind was a tumble of turmoil and confusion as I jumped into the shower. Was I just dreaming last night or did it really happen? Did Mr. Johnson actually masturbate me? But I didn't remember him taking off my underwear. I asked myself the same questions over and over but no clear answers came to me. Breakfast consisted of scrambled eggs, sausage, and a large glass of orange juice. One thing I had to admit was that Mr. Johnson could cook as well as my mom. And they were both better than the school cooks. As opportunity arose during the day, I asked Mr. Johnson questions. I did not want to come right out and ask him direct, but I wanted to know how he felt about me. I wanted to know if he loved me as much as I loved him. I wanted to know why I didn't have any underwear on when I woke up. At one point I asked, "Do you like me?" (meaning "Do you love me?") Mr. Johnson's response was much too ambiguous for me. "Of course I like you, Jason. I think that almost everyone in town probably likes you." Another time I asked, "Don't you ever get tired of living alone?" (meaning "Would you like me to live with you?") "All the time, Jason. But finding the right person to spend the rest of my life with is not so easy in a small town like this." I even tried being a little blunt. "So what did you do after I fell asleep last night?" (meaning "Did you really masturbate me?") "Oh, I read for a little and then went to bed. That's all." For all of my questions, Mr. Johnson's answers never provided me with any indication that Mr. Johnson felt anything special about me. By the end of the day, I was convinced that he did not see me as a potential lover. With all of my thinking, however, I did manage to come up with a likely scenario that accounted for the state I was in when I awoke. The way I figured it, sometime during the night I had woke up feeling super horny. I had stripped off my underwear and jacked off. Then, because I was so exhausted, I had fallen back asleep without covering up. When Mr. Johnson saw me in the morning, he pulled the sheet over me out of consideration and had noticed the mess on my chest and stomach. Simple once I thought about it. "Well, Jason, I think we are going to have to call it quits for the day. I thought we could get this done in two days, but we still have a few hours of work left to do. Can you stay another night so we can finish it up tomorrow?" I was overjoyed at the prospect of spending another evening with Mr. Johnson and readily agreed. As Mr. Johnson went into the house, I made short work of cleaning up all the scraps and covering up the remaining siding. I looked around and it seemed pretty good. I hurried into the house and noticed Mr. Johnson was just turning off the water in the shower. I quickly took off my jeans and shirt and grabbed my cut-offs. I was standing neat the bathroom door dressed in just my underwear when Mr. Johnson opened the door. My jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Mr. Johnson standing there wearing nothing at all, not even a towel around his waist. "Oh, Jason. I didn't expect you to get finished outside so quickly." Mr. Johnson reached back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, but did not seem very shy about being seen by me. If I had been infatuated with Mr. Johnson before, seeing him nude only added fuel to the fire. My eyes never left Mr. Johnson's dick the whole time it was visible. I felt like getting down on my knees and rubbing it against my face. All too quickly (from my point of view, at least), Mr. Johnson wrapped himself with the towel and motioned to the shower. "All yours, my boy." It was only after I closed the bathroom door and pulled off my underwear that I became aware of my raging hardon. My face reddened with embarrassment as I realized that Mr. Johnson must have seen it. But I mollified myself with the thought that I had seen Mr. Johnson naked, so that made things even. I climbed into the shower and began to wash my hair. With my thoughts continuing to visualize Mr. Johnson's nudity, my erection did not soften in the least. "Hey, Jason, I brought a towel and a washcloth for you. Is it okay for me to come in?" The shower door was tinted, allowing only a foggy view of the other side. I quickly thought of a plan. "Yeah, come on in." Mr. Johnson opened the door and I could feel a bit of a cool breeze as a result. I turned so that I was facing the shower door. "I've got soap in my eyes. Can you hand me the washcloth please?" I opened the shower door with my eyes closed. I made sure to open the door wider than was necessary to get the washcloth. I held out my hand. My erection raged as I thought about Mr. Johnson's eyes viewing my nakedness. I kept my eyes tightly closed as I felt the washcloth placed into my hand. "Thanks, Mr. Johnson. I'll be done here shortly." "Take your time, Jason. I haven't even begun to cook dinner yet." I closed the shower door as Mr. Johnson left the bathroom. Had Mr. Johnson seen my boner? Had his remark about taking my time meant he expected me to jack off in the shower? My mind spun as I contemplated the many questions that had no answers. I finished my shower without doing anything to reduce the sexual pressure I felt. My dick was still partially erect as I pulled on my underwear and cut-offs. I didn't bother putting on a T-shirt. While we were eating, I asked Mr. Johnson why he happened to pick me for this job. I guess I was fishing to see if he picked me specially or if I was merely a happenstance choice. "Well, let me see," he began. "First I discarded all of the farm kids. I figured they all would have chores and work. Of those of you who live in town, there's Mike, but he works at his dad's store; Doug, but he's out of town for the whole summer; John, but he helps with his father's construction business; that left you, Chuck, and Jeff. I tried you first because you're the tallest." I rolled the names through my head. John, Chuck, and Jeff were all in my grade. Mike was a year older and Doug was two years older. Yup, that was about it as far as high school aged town boys was concerned. His mention of Jeff caused me to think of the fantasies that I had about him. I guessed that when I wasn't fantasizing about Mr. Johnson, Jeff was the person I was most likely to fantasize about. Jeff was the shortest boy in my class, but he already had a nice tuft of black hair above his dick. I hadn't thought about it before, but when I fantasized about Jeff, I thought about caressing his skin, playing with his dick, putting it in my mouth, drinking his sperm; when I fantasized about Mr. Johnson, I thought about his hands caressing me, his hand wrapped about my boner. "Hey, Jason. Are you still with me? Ready to help with the dishes?" Mr. Johnson's question knocked me out of my daydreaming. I looked down at my plate and saw that I had finished my food. Where had the time gone? When Mr. Johnson and I had finished washing the dishes, I went into the living room and was about to sit on the couch when my thoughts stopped me. What if Mr. Johnson sits in the armchair? Worried about that prospect, I positioned myself in front of the armchair without sitting down. After Mr. Johnson had seated himself on the couch, I followed suit. The couch wasn't that big, but there was still a bit of space between us. After a couple of programs, Mr. Johnson brought up the issue of how my shoulders were feeling. I wasn't about to miss the opportunity, and soon Mr. Johnson was massaging my shoulders and back. As my muscles eased, my mind drifted into a state of dreaminess, not quite sleeping, but not completely awake either. I was seated with my back toward Mr. Johnson, and it was only natural that when Mr. Johnson finished his massage, I let my body sag backward against Mr. Johnson's chest. Mr. Johnson wrapped him arms around me and held me tight. My mind spun with weariness. I wasn't used to so much physical labor. I let me head fall back against Mr. Johnson's shoulder. I was only somewhat aware that Mr. Johnson was holding me in his arms. My mind drifted off to sleep, engaging in fantasies as it always did. In my mind, my world of fantasy, I felt Mr. Johnson's hands caress my chest and stomach. Then Mr. Johnson unsnapped my cut-offs and pulled down the zipper. I felt Mr. Johnson hold me tighter as he pushed his hand under my butt and pushed off both my cut-offs and my underwear together. Then Mr. Johnson proceeded to fondle my balls. Finally he wrapped his hand around my boner and stroked it up and down. I ejaculated in an orgasm that splashed against my chest and stomach. And I again sank into a dreamless sleep.