Date: Sat, 23 May 2009 07:39:47 -0700 From: Data Fever Subject: Jase Part 3 I woke up early the next morning. I wasn't too surprised to find myself in the guest bedroom. I figured that Mr. Johnson had carried me there after I fell asleep. I was very surprised to find myself completely naked again. Did that mean Mr. Johnson had undressed me? I also found the residue on my chest and stomach that indicated I had had a wet dream. Or perhaps I had masturbated while I slept. Or perhaps Mr. Johnson had a hand in what had happened. I wanted to hope that such was the case, but I remembered that Mr. Johnson had shown no particular interest in me yesterday. While I showered, I contemplated the possibility that Mr. Johnson had been a very real part of my fantasies. I also tried to maintain the perspective that Mr. Johnson had nothing to do with my situation and that it all had a natural explanation if I just knew what had really happened. After I dressed, I went looking for Mr. Johnson to see if breakfast was ready. As I passed the living room, I noticed my cut-offs and underwear on the floor by the couch. My thoughts went wild. Mr. Johnson must have masturbated me then. Or was there some other explanation? The door to Mr. Johnson's bedroom was open, but he wasn't in there. In the kitchen, there was a note on the counter. "I've gone to the store to get some supplies. I should be back before you wake up." Well, he wasn't back. I took the opportunity to look around the house. There was a third bedroom that Mr. Johnson was using as a den. His computer was on. I turned on the monitor. I thought that perhaps I could check my email from there. Mr. Johnson already had a web browser running. It was open to a photo hosting site of some kind, although I had never heard of it before. There were several links but two caught my attention right way - "Jason 1" and "Jason 2". I clicked on the first one. I caught my breath as the first picture in the album displayed. It was a picture of me! I was lying on the bed face down with a sheet covering me up to my hips. Hey! That's how I fell asleep the first night. I clicked on the next picture link. The sheet had been pushed aside and I was lying there wearing nothing but my underwear. Gosh, I thought, am I really that tall? I seemed to be mostly legs. In the next picture, I was laying on my back. I figured that Mr. Johnson must have rolled me over. I vaguely recalled being rolled over in my fantasy-dream. My underwear showed a small bulge where my obviously soft dick was hiding. Then came a couple of close-up pictures showing a small portion of my dick showing along the edge of my underwear. Mr. Johnson must have positioned my dick for those pictures, and I felt myself getting a hardon just from the thought of Mr. Johnson's hands touching my penis. The next four pictures were full body shots again. In each, my underwear was progressively pulled down exposing my crotch. In the last, I was completely naked. My soft dick was nestled against my right leg. I'm not sure why, but my first thought upon seeing myself like this was that I did not appear to have any pubic hair at all. I knew very well that I had a small matting of hair just above my dick, but they didn't show up in these photos. The next picture was a close-up of my genitals. Now it was easy to see the small patch that adorned my crotch. It was also possible to see some fine hairs on my ball sack. I hadn't noticed those before and I made a mental note to check myself out a little more closely the next time I had a chance. There followed several more pictures of my genitals, including one in which my foreskin had been pulled back. Then another full-length shot of me. I must have really been sleeping hard if Mr. Johnson had spent so much time manipulating my dick and it hadn't gotten erect. The next photo surprised me again. It was very similar to the previous one, except that there were large globs of sperm on my chest and stomach. I knew that *I* didn't shoot that much. Besides, my penis was still softly lying to the side just as it had been in the previous photo. The only explanation that I could think of was that Mr. Johnson had masturbated himself and sprayed his jism all over me. That meant that my naked body excited Mr. Johnson. I found that very, very exciting. That was the end of the first album. I had learned a lot. I also found it very exciting that Mr. Johnson had taken all those pictures of me. Hurriedly, I moved on to the second album. In the first picture, I way lying stretched out on the couch wearing my cut-offs. I clearly remembered that in my fantasy, Mr. Johnson had removed my cut-offs while I was still leaning against him. Therefore, on both evenings, my fantasies had not been reality at all. And yet, the reality that was unfolding before my eyes seemed just as tantalizing. "Jason. Uhhh... what are you doing?" I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Mr. Johnson's voice. I hadn't heard him come in. I turned around and saw him standing in the doorway. "I'm looking at some pictures." I turned my attention back to the monitor and moved to the next picture. It showed my cut-offs pulled down several inches. I recognized a pattern that Mr. Johnson used in slowly exposing my crotch both nights. "I'm not so sure that you should be looking at that." "Why not? They're pictures of me." Over the next few pictures, I watched my body become naked. Part of me wondered what Mr. Johnson saw in me. My body just didn't seem to be that pleasing. I wasn't skinny, but I seemed to be too long, particularly my legs. "I'm so sorry, Jason. Can we talk about this?" Mr. Johnson's voice sounded shaky, the way mine does when I know I'm in trouble. I was actually a bit surprised that he hadn't done anything to prevent me from continuing. "Can you give me a hug and hold your arms around me like you did last night?" The pictures were nice, but more than anything, I wanted to feel Mr. Johnson's body next to mine, his hands caressing my skin, his arms holding me tight. The next several pictures were close-ups of my dick and balls. Everything was almost identical to the other album. I didn't expect to see much more except perhaps a few shots of Mr. Johnson's sperm on me again. Mr. Johnson wrapped his arms around me like I had asked. It felt so good to be in his arms. It also felt good as he kissed the side of my neck. I clicked to the next picture. It showed Mr. Johnson's hand holding my soft dick. "Please, Jason. I don't think this is such a good idea." Part of me was upset that he would say something like that. If he didn't think that my looking at his pictures was a good idea, what business did he have in taking those pictures in the first place? I said nothing, however, as my need to be in his arms took precedence. The next several shots showed my dick swelling to become fully erect as he fondled it. I paused to lift up my T-shirt. I wanted to feel his hands against my bare skin. As I looked at the pictures, I guessed that he must have been holding the camera in one hand while masturbating me with the other. I took one of Mr. Johnson's hands and pushed it down inside the front of my jeans. He got the idea and wrapped his hand around my rigid pole. With his other hand, he unsnapped and unzipped my jeans to make more room. The next picture showed a glob of sperm about an inch from the end of my dick. Because of the angle, I couldn't tell if it was the first glob to come out or the second glob. I never shoot more than two globs and a bit of a dribble. While Mr. Johnson had his hand wrapped around my dick, he was merely holding it. I wanted him to jack me off, but for now I was content. He continued to kiss the side of my neck while his free hand caressed my chest. There were a couple of pictures that showed a couple of splotches of sperm on my stomach. Then came a couple more that were full length shots. The last two shots were similar, but there was a lot more sperm on me. I knew that it was his. That was the end of the second album. Mr. Johnson took his hand out of my jeans and pulled me to my feet. "Oh, Jason, do you have any idea how much I love you?" Mr. Johnson crushed me in a big hug which I did my best to return. His hands caressed my back while his lips kissed my neck. I reached my hand to his crotch and felt that he was as hard as I was. "Jason, are you sure about this?" I grinned at him. "I'm the one who gave you the Valentine card, remember?" We spent the next hour in his bed. Mr. Johnson did not disappoint me at all. I let him know that he could take all the pictures of me that he wanted to, as long as I was awake. Mr. Johnson made breakfast. We finished putting up the siding. We cleaned up all the scraps together. Then we took a shower together. It was a tight fit being in the shower at the same time, but that just made it that much more fun. Then we spent some more time in Mr. Johnson's bed. Mr. Johnson has decided to remodel his whole house. I'm going to be his helper. He can't do too much at any one time because his financial resources are limited. Meanwhile, I've got a reason to sleep over at his house every Friday and Saturday night through the whole school year. And maybe next year too.