Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2006 10:28:08 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Jason03 by Justin Davis (M/t, mast, oral, anal) This story contains graphic sexual scenes involving young males and older males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@gmail.com Jason By Justin Davis Chapter Three Over the next month, Jason's grades began to improve, back to where they should have been in the first place. Of course, it wasn't easy. Jason always had one thing on his mind and I used that as a bribe to get him to perform well. Homework came first, then the other. Physically, Jason began to mature more. There was now a nice, thin, blonde, happy trail, where there had been white fuzz before, and there were wisps of hair beginning to form in his armpits and a hint of blonde hairs on his legs. Although it cracked occasionally, his voice was taking on a deeper tone. The rest of Jason's development, it seemed, was beginning to catch up with his genitalia. The Florida weather being what it is, there were still plenty of times that we could go to the beach. When we did, I would sun myself and read while Jason played volleyball with the other kids. I didn't say a word when he began to wear board shorts like all the other boys, since around my apartment all he ever wore was the Speedo I had given him. It was a concession to both them and me, I guess. Toward the end of November, Mary fixed Thanksgiving Dinner for the three of us and we spent the afternoon at the beach, the temperature being a balmy 84 that day, and as November went into December things had settled down into a pretty organized routine. Jason would hit my door about four o'clock on school days and I would help him with his homework while I fixed dinner, since Mary worked the four to twelve shift at Denny's. Afterward, we'd usually watch television for awhile then have dessert, usually "Tubesteak de Jason" or "Hole de David," the kid loved fucking my butt to see if he could make me have an anal orgasm. The first time it had happened Jason was beside himself. He couldn't believe I had cum all over myself and I wasn't even touching my cock. I explained that it did happen sometimes, but not that often. "Tell you what, no sex for five days," I said. "Oh shit! Not really!" Jason exclaimed. "Yup! I'm gonna show yah!" I said. Sure enough, Jason was so "hot to go" on the sixth day that I thought he was going to blow his load before we even got started. "Now, hang on!" I said, as I hovered over him, prompting him to wrap those long legs of his around my waist and his arms around my neck. "Oh Shit!" he gasped as I entered him. Then, he began to moan as I fucked him. I had made sure that I had put a pillow under his butt so that every thrust would bang his prostate, and before too long he got a funny look on his face and I smiled down at him. Then, he got a cross between a panicked look on his face and one of disbelief. "Oh shit, David! Oh! I'm gonna cum! Arrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhh!" he cried out, and began to squirt cum all over his stomach. "I told yah!" I said later, as we cuddled. "That was so awesome!" he said. "Yes, it's nice when that happens," I replied, and kissed him on the forehead as I hugged him. It was about a week later that I was handed a message at work from Jason's school. They wanted me to call immediately, which I did. Quickly, I was connected with a Mr. Phillips, the principal of Jason's school, who informed me that Jason was in the clinic and that I needed to come pick him up. "Oh my God! Is he okay?" I asked. "Yes, but we need to talk. I tried getting hold of Jason's mom but she hasn't returned my call. I noticed you are listed as a guardian. It would be best if you come as soon as you can," he said. Twenty minutes later, I found myself sitting across the desk from Mr. Phillips and wondering what had happened. "Well, Mr. Smith, it's like this. Evidently, a student in Jason's class made a remark about you and his mom," Mr. Phillips said. "Oh?" "Yes! To be exact, the young man called his mom a whore and you his queer friend." "Oh my goodness!" "Yes! I'm afraid the other boy, had to be taken to the emergency room." "Oh my God!" "Yes! He's okay, but I understand the cut above his left eye and on his head required stitches." "Oh my!" I exclaimed. "What about Jason?" I asked. "Just a swollen lip, nothing major. The school nurse has him keeping ice on it." "Thank God!" I said. "Mr. Smith, I'm going to have to suspend him from school for fighting," Mr. Phillips said. "Oh?" "Yes, I'm afraid we can't have that kind of violence here. In fact, I'm suspending him for the rest of this year." "My God! He's halfway into the school year. That seems harsh!" I exclaimed. "Well, I think it's in his best interest and the interest of the school." "Oh?" "Yes! We can't have his kind disrupting things, Mr. Smith" "His kind?" I exclaimed. "Mr. Smith, it's well known among many of the kids that Jason is homosexual." I sat stunned, neither believing what I had just heard or the bigotry that had come from the man's mouth. I took a deep breath before I responded. "Mr. Phillips. I agree that Jason should be punished. There's no excuse for what he did. However, as an educator, your attitude about Jason disturbs me." I said calmly. "Oh really? How so, Mr. Smith?" "Well, let's just say I detect a disdain in your voice for Jason's sexual preferences, which by the way, are none of your business. Secondly, if you persist with such an attitude and insist on expelling Jason for the rest of the year, I will have my lawyer on your ass in a heartbeat," I said, and smiled. "That's preposterous!" Mr. Phillips exclaimed. "In fact, Mr. Phillips, I can imagine how the school board and newspapers are going to react to such blatant discrimination against a young boy. In short, my attorney, who happens to be gay by the way, is going to barbecue your ass and serve it up on a plate. So, I suggest we come to some amicable solution as regards Jason," I said calmly, and smiled again. Mr. Phillips, it seems, thought better of it and we agreed that a week's suspension from school was enough punishment. Not only that, but he reassured me that the message would go out that anyone who taunted Jason in such a manner again would be dealt with severely. Of course, I read Jason the riot act all the way home. He was in tears by the time we got there. "Imf sowie," he said, his swollen lip making it hard to talk properly. Naturally, Jason got it from his mom as well, and I comforted him when he came over after she had gone to work, holding him and hugging him, but not telling him how much more I loved him because he had come to both his mother's and my defense. Trouble comes in twos and threes sometimes, and it was shortly before five the next morning that my mother called and informed me that Gran had died. Gran was my father's mother and I loved her dearly. She was my island of comfort in the storm between my father and mother, and had been a rock for me to cling to when they divorced. Gran had helped me financially through high school, college, graduate school, and post-graduate school, and I was appreciative for it. "I love all my grandchildren, David. But, you're very special to me," she would always say, and give me a hug when I would say goodbye after visiting her. She had died in her sleep, like she had said she always wanted to, and I began to cry as my mom laid out the details of the funeral, then sobbed with grief after I had hung up the phone. Jason was a trooper in all of it. This time, it was Jason hugging me and telling me over and over again how sorry he was, wanting to go with me, which he couldn't do, of course. Mary consoled me as well. The visitation at the funeral home was uncomfortable as I stood there in line with other relatives and thanking people I didn't even remember for their condolences, not to mention the tension between my dad and mom that cut through the air like a knife through butter. "You're David, aren't you?" a balding gentleman with gray hair asked, as I stood in the line with the rest of the relatives. "Yes!" I replied. "David, I'm your grandmother's attorney, Gerald Brown," he said, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Yes, I've heard her mention you," I replied, shaking his hand. "Well, I just wanted you to know that you needn't rush back to Florida right way. The reading of the will will take place the day after tomorrow after your grandmother's burial," he said. "Oh? Well, I don't see what that could possibly have to do with me, Mr. Brown," I replied. "Nevertheless, please be at my office at five," he replied. Needless to say, the reading of the will caused an explosion. Gran, it seemed, had left a thousand dollars each to my father, my mother, her sister, and ten thousand to all the other grandchildren. To me, she had left the rest of her estate. To be precise, after talking to Gerald Brown, stocks, bonds, and property worth well over five million dollars. I was stunned, as were the rest of the relatives, for we all knew Gran tucked money away, but no one had any idea of how much she was worth. My father called me a queer and stormed off when I tried to say something to him. After talking to my lawyer, Craig Holder, I decided not to reveal my newfound wealth to anyone. There was no hiding it from my family. But, no one else had to know. Craig hooked me up with a friend of his to properly manage the estate I had inherited. Before I went back to Daytona, I discussed with him my desires to teach and my concerns for both Jason and his mom, without going into intricate details, although from his smile and looks I think he knew about Jason from the start. I was determined not to let anyone know, outside the family, how my financial condition had changed. As far as Jason and his mom were concerned, and the other people I knew in Daytona, my grandmother had just passed away, nothing more and nothing less. For Christmas that year, I gave Jason a gold, rope, necklace that cost almost two thousand dollars and a different Speedo for every day of the week. At least, when he was around me, there would be some resemblance of the kid on the beach I first saw, a pouch packed to the max with what was inside straining to be free. Such a lovely sight! As for his mom, Mary, I bought her a used Toyota two-door. I would have bought her a new one but I didn't want her to get a hint at how much I was now really worth. Nevertheless, she was reduced to tears and for weeks wanted to know how I had been able to afford it. "I got a bonus at the college!" I kept telling her, and she would start to tear up again, for she no longer had to ride the bus to work or to shop. That spring, at my insistence, and after much pressuring from me upon Mary, Jason was enrolled at a private school for kids who were primarily gay and lesbian. It was something new, way new, and I had talked with the people there. For some reason, it seemed, known only to myself and the school principal, Jason was awarded a full scholarship at the same time the school was awarded a $200,000 dollar grant for its library and resource center. Both Jason and his mom were delighted, as was I. Peace didn't rain for long, however. "She's got that damn son of a bitch over again, David!" Jason announced, as he stormed through the door to my apartment. "Look, Jason, I've told you before. Your mom has needs, too. You're being selfish," I said. "Am not!" "Yes you are!" "Am not!" "So too!" I said. "Am not!" "You're being a brat!" I said. "You're a queer!" he shot back. "You too!" I replied, and smiled and winked my eyebrows at him, causing him to burst out laughing. We both embraced each other and were naked and in my bed in less than five minutes. Ralph, Mary's new boyfriend, was a likeable sort of guy and I can honestly say that he did make attempts to try and befriend Jason. Yet, Jason would have none of it and would show up at my place soon after Ralph would show up at his mom's. Over time, Many of Jason's possessions began to filter into and remain in the spare bedroom of my apartment and I made room in the closet for what clothes he chose to leave there. Slowly, it was taking on the appearance of Jason's room and I figured it was time to have a talk with Mary about it. "I just don't know what to do, David. I like Ralph a lot. He's tried to make headway with Jason but just can't get anywhere," she said when I broached the subject. "Well, it could be just jealousy. That's happens with kids in situations like this," I replied. "Look, I don't want to lose Ralph. He's the best thing that's happened to me since Jason's dad came along years ago. I'm gonna move in with him at his place at the end of the month," she informed me. "Oh gosh! What's Jason say about that?" I asked. "I haven't told him yet," she replied. "Well, don't you think you should?" I asked. "Oh, I know what his reaction is going to be, I think. He's gonna want to live with you," she said. "Oh my goodness! That's not a good idea," I said. "Why not?" He spends most of his time here with you anyway. You handle his needs now much better than I do," she said. "Mary, that's nonsense! You're his mom. If he didn't love you he wouldn't be so jealous of Ralph," I said. "Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, if he wants to live with you that's fine with me. I'm gonna insist on him staying with me two weekends a month, however," she said. "It should be more than that," I replied. "No, for him that's going to be enough, especially with Ralph around," she said. From a parent/child perspective, I was hoping Jason would have a change of heart and go with his mom, although it would mean our relationship would certainly change. Yet, when Jason's mom told him about the impending arrangements he showed up at my apartment door elated. The spare bedroom did indeed become Jason's bedroom, although he rarely ever slept there. He slept with me most of the time, for awhile at least. To Be Continued