Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 07:30:50 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Jason05 by Justin Davis (M/t/M, 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 Five The three days we spent at Disney World, and the three nights I spent with Bryan, were wonderful. Bryan and I exchanged phone numbers and addresses and he promised to call me when, and if, he came to Daytona. As for Jason and Phillip, not a word was said by either of them about Bryan. It was as if nothing had ever happened. I figured Jason had wised Phillip up about prying. The very next morning after we had gotten back to Daytona I was awakened by Jason sucking my cock. He seemed determined to show me that he was as good as Bryan, and I assured him that he was. After about a week, I think Jason was reassured enough that he went back to sleeping in his own bed again and our sexual romps became less frequent, most times limited to when he wanted to fuck my butt. There was no way Phillip would even consider having a dick up his butt, although I suspected he didn't mind putting his in Jason's. Soon after we got back, the boys settled back into their tennis routine and I settled in to mine. There were tournaments to be played and they did well in the ones they entered, even winning the first place trophy in one of them. It was shortly before school started that Jason and I had another argument. "Please! I'll take the training course and everything!" Jason pleaded. "No! There's no way I'm getting you a motor bike! They're too dangerous," I replied. "That's not fair! All my friends are getting them!" Jason proclaimed. "Give me a list then," I said. "Wadda yah mean?" "I want a list of all your friends that have motor bikes," I replied. "That's not right! You just won't let me do anything!" Jason railed, and stormed to his room and slammed the door. Later when Jason came out of his room, he went right by where I was sitting and went straight into the kitchen. "I'm willing to talk compromise if you want," I said. "What?" Jason said, coming out of the kitchen with a can of soda in his hand. "Sit down," I said, motioning to the couch. "So, do I get the bike?" he asked. "No! I tell what I will do, though." "What?" "You're old enough to take driver's education and get a learner's permit. Then, in a year you can get your license. "Wow! That's cool" "Well, I'd rather do that than have you splattered all over the street." I said. That brought an end to the discussion about the motor bike and it was never brought up again. True to my word, once school started I enrolled Jason in Driver's Ed. It was the second week of school when Jason burst through the front door to the apartment. "I made it! I made it! I'm on the tennis team!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Hey, that's great!" I said, and hugged him. "You should call your mother and give her the good news." "Yeah!" Because Phillip went to a public high school across town, there was little seen of him around the apartment once school started. Although they still played tennis together in the occasional tournament, I suspected Phillip's absence was due to the fact that either he or Jason had become more involved with someone else. Sure enough, my suspicions were confirmed when Jason asked me if Joey could spend the weekend. "Joey? Whose Joey?" I asked. "A new kid I met at school. He plays in the school orchestra. We've been eating lunch together and he's in my art class," Jason replied. "I see. Well, if it's okay with his parents it's fine with me," I said. That Friday, when the two came through the apartment door after school, I really wasn't prepared for what Jason brought through the door. Although he and Jason were the same height and he had a gold ring in his left ear like Jason, there any similarity ended. Joey had very short red hair, long, spidery, arms and legs, a wasp waist, and pale skin. "David, this is Joey!" Jason said, as he closed the front door behind the two of them. "Uh, hi, Joey!" I said, and held out my hand for Joey to shake it. "Hello, Mr. Smith," Joey replied, and limply shook my hand, confirming that both his voice and his handshake were as feminine as the rest of him. "Come on! My room's this way," Jason said, and the two headed off toward Jason's room, prompting me to shake my head at Joey's feminine gait. That evening, by mutual consensus, I fixed spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and the three of us chatted about things in general. Among other things, I found out that Joey was the same age as Jason and that his parents had enrolled him in Jason's school because the kids at the public high school he had been attending the year before were harassing him. After dinner, and cleaning up the kitchen, the boys announced that they wanted to watch "Blue Lagoon." So, I bid the boys goodnight and retired to my bedroom to read, leaving Jason to pop the tape into the VCR so Jason for sure, and I suspect Joey as well, could ogle Christopher Atkins, for I seriously doubted that either of them were interested in Brooke Shields. Sometime after midnight, I was awakened from my sleep by the muffled yelps and high-pitched murmuring coming from behind the closed door of Jason's bedroom. Obviously, they were not from Jason. So, I cut on the bed lamp, picked up my book, and began to read, which I did until things quieted down so I could go back to sleep. The next morning, when Jason entered the kitchen, as usual dressed only in his boxers, I was sitting at the table sipping on my second cup of coffee. "I know! I know! I'm sorry!" Jason said, as he opened the refrigerator door and reached for the carton of milk. "Oh, so I'm not going to have to say anything, then?" I replied, and chuckled. "No! It's just that, gosh!" Jason said, as he poured himself a glass of milk and put the carton back into the refrigerator and closed the door. "It's just that what?" I asked, as Jason walked over and seated himself at the table. "You know how sometimes when I do your butt or you do mine we cum sometimes without touching our dick?" Jason said. "Yes." "Well, he did it three times. Three times before I went! He was just going crazy!" Jason said, prompting me to chuckle as he took another sip of his milk. "I see. So he enjoys it then?" I asked. "Enjoys it! I'm doing it to him so hard his whole body is shaking and he's begging me to do it harder!" Jason exclaimed, prompting me to burst out laughing. "Well, sounds like you've got a live one for sure!" I eventually said. "You know, I kinda like it." "Like what?" I asked. "Doing it with him. It's not like doing it with a guy as much. He's all soft and everything." "Oh, I see. So, Joey's femininity is a turn on for you," I commented. "Yeah, I guess." "Well, Jason, it takes all types and I suspect there are going to be quite a few more in your life. Did you use a condom?" I asked. "Uh, no!" "Why not?" "I didn't want to take the time to go to your bathroom where you keep um." "Look, I think I told you. If you're going to mess around with different guys you need to use a condom. There's this thing called AIDS out there now and it can kill you. That's why I told you to make sure you and Phillip use them when you guys started fooling around on a regular basis. From what they can tell, anal intercourse is one of the best ways to catch the disease. "Phillip never fucked my butt and I never fucked his," Jason replied. "Oh really!" I exclaimed, shocked at the news. "No! Like I told yah, he wouldn't even think about anything in his butt." "Well, uh, I just assumed that he---" "Fucked my butt," Jason said, interrupting me. "Well, yeah. "No way! That's only for you. I'll never let anybody but you do that," Jason replied. "Uh, well thanks, I guess." I said. "Well, I guess I'll go see if Joey is awake," Jason said, getting up from his chair. "Any idea what Joey might want for breakfast?" I asked. "Probably for me to fuck him again," Jason murmured under his breath, prompting me to burst out laughing as he sat his empty glass down on the kitchen counter. "Well, when you two decide let me know," I said, as Jason headed out of the kitchen. "And by the way, it's not gonna bother me," I hollered after him. Sure enough, in a bit, muffled yelps and other sounds, drifted down the hallway toward the kitchen, prompting me to shake my head as I turned to the next page of the newspaper. Over the next months Joey became a familiar face around the apartment on the weekends, much as Phillip had been. I was pleased to see the supply of condoms that I kept in the bathroom cabinet was slowly dwindling and made sure that I added some more to stash. Likewise, for whatever reason, the boys had found a way to mute their lovemaking so that they never awakened me anymore after I had gone to bed. It was one evening, toward the end of October. I had gone to bed, having left Jason watching television. I was almost asleep when I felt Jason climb into bed with me. "Well, hello stranger!" I said, as I rolled over on my side and pulled his naked body up against me. "Yeah, I know. It's been awhile," he said, and pressed his ass up against my groin. "So what's up?" I asked. "I think it's over between Joey and me," he said. "Oh?" "Yeah, there's this guy, he's a senior, I think he likes a lot." "Oh really?" "Yeah, he's a swimmer. Really good, too." "Oh? Is he good looking?" "Not really." "Well, Joey must like his personality then." "No! It ain't his personality. It's his dick," Jason replied sarcastically, prompting me to chuckle. "I see. Well, you ain't got a bad one yourself you know," I said, kissing him on the forehead. "I know, but not like his. From what Joey says it's about like yours." "Well, if Joey is gonna trade you off for a guy with a bigger dick I don't think he was as serious about as you thought," I said. "Yeah, I guess so." "So, you sleepy?" I asked, holding him tighter. "No!" "You wanna talk some more?" "No!" "What, then?" "You know!" "Yes, I know," I said, and began to nibble on his ear. It had been months, and later as my cock sunk into Jason's bottom both he and I moaned. It seemed like it had been a lifetime since we had been as united together as two guys can physically get and neither one of us, it seemed, wanted to rush toward the end. So, it was slow sex. Very slow! I never questioned Jason about the fact that he was occupying my bed on a nightly basis again. I figured I knew the answer already. Jason had been cast aside for nothing more than a big dick and he needed reassurance that he was still sexually attractive. Along those lines, he knew there was no threat of rejection from me. So, I was his security blanket, for a time at least. That is until Tommy came upon the scene. Tommy was a likeable kid, and I fell in love with him the moment Jason brought him through the front door. Funny, bright, with a terrific sense of humor, both in his looks and physically the kid was almost a twin of Jason, and as with Phillip and Joey, he became a fixture around the apartment on the weekends. Again the supply of condoms started to dwindle and I was sleeping alone. It was shortly after the 1st of November that Jason had to take the written exam for his permit and I grilled him repeatedly over the material. He passed the written test with flying colors. That led to the driving portion of the test, and after weeks in the car with the instructor and three other kids, Jason took the driving portion of the exam and the trooper signed off on his permit. Now, Jason could drive, at least with a licensed adult in the car, and for awhile I wore out the floorboard of the front passenger's side stomping the imaginary break pedal that was there. Needless to say, it was a source of exasperation for Jason and one of much merriment for Tommy, who was sometimes with us, for he was continually making funny, sometimes sarcastic, comments and laughing heartily at my plight. As Thanksgiving approached, I suggested to Jason that we fly out and visit his mom, for the two now chatted frequently on the phone and I figured his feelings had mellowed a bit. Jason flatly turned down the idea, informing me that he would rather stay at home. Besides, he had been invited to eat Thanksgiving Dinner with Tommy and his family. Needless to say, the prospect of eating Thanksgiving Dinner alone didn't appeal to me much, although I didn't blame Jason for wanting to be with his new boyfriend. It was a few days later, as I was looking through the newspaper checking out the restaurants that were featuring Thanksgiving fare, that the phone rang. It was Bryan. He would be in Daytona Wednesday for a meeting. Did I have plans for Thanksgiving Day? I told him I didn't and suggested we have Thanksgiving Dinner together. He said that would be great since he had to stay in town for another meeting the next day. Things began to look brighter all of a sudden. "Not him again!" Jason exclaimed and rolled his eyes, later that afternoon when I told him of my plans. "Look, don't you think you're being a little selfish?" I asked. "Wadda yah mean?" "Well, if I remember correctly, it was I that offered to take you to see your mom for Thanksgiving and you who turned down the offer so you could eat Thanksgiving Dinner with Tommy and his family and spend time with him over the holiday weekend. Did you think I'd be happy being alone that day? I'm glad Bryan called." "Uh, yeah! I guess you're right. I'm sorry," Jason said, and gave me a big hug. Bryan and I had a wonderful Thanksgiving Dinner. The buffet at the Hilton was wonderful and afterward we went to Bryan's hotel room and made love off and on all afternoon. Later, when I arrived back at my apartment, there was a message from Jason on the answering machine telling me that Tommy had invited him to spend the night and he didn't think I would mind, which I didn't. So, I picked up the phone and called Bryan and asked him if he would like someone to snuggle up with for the evening. Thirty minutes later, I was back in bed with him. It was late Sunday afternoon when Bryan headed back to Orlando, leaving much later than he had planned because of one more round in the sack. When I arrived back at the apartment, Jason didn't even acknowledge that I had walked in as he sat slouched on the couch watching television. "What you watching?" I asked. "Nothing?" came the sullen reply. Immediately, I knew something was wrong and so I sat down upon the couch at the opposite end. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," came the reply. "It's Bryan isn't it?" I asked, and the shit hit the fan. "Yes, it's Bryan! Why the fuck you gotta make me feel bad fucking around with that guy!" Jason exclaimed. "Excuse me!" "You just fuck around with him cause you know it makes me feel bad! I hate you!" Jason exclaimed, and jumped up off of the couch and started out of the living room. "Jason Tanner, you sit your fucking ass down back down on this couch right now, or so help me God you'll be on the next plane to Houston!" I bellowed, stopping him dead in his tracks. "I mean it! Now, sit back down on the end of this fucking couch and we're gonna talk!" I said loudly and sternly, and reluctantly Jason re-seated himself upon the couch. "So?" "So, you've got a lot of growing up to do! When have I ever pulled this kind of shit on you? Phillip has been through here followed by Joey. Now it's Tommy! What have I said or done that remotely is like your attitude toward me seeing Bryan for the first time in months? It's unfair, it's stupid, and I'm not gonna stand for it!" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry," Jason replied. "No! Sorry isn't good enough this time! Look, I'm perfectly aware what you're going through. It's natural that you want to have a boyfriend your own age. I don't care about that. I'm glad for you. I don't resent it. I'm happy for you. I realize I'm gonna be shoved into the background until Tommy is out of the picture and until another one comes along. I'm used to it. That's my role. But, it's wrong, very wrong, for you just to expect me to sit around like a bump on a log until you feel like you need me again between boyfriends. If someone that I like, other than Bryan, comes along tomorrow I'm going to date him and maybe even have sex with him. So, you best get over it, learn to live with it, and if not, you can go live with your mom." I said firmly, but in a much calmer tone. At my words, Jason began to cry, and I regretted having been so blunt. "I'm just afraid you'll find someone and you won't love me anymore," he sobbed, and looked at me with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Come here!" I said, opening up my arms. Instantly, he was in my arms and sobbing even harder. "I'm soooooooo sorry!" he sobbed, and I held him tightly and kissed him on the forehead. "Jason, of all the boys on earth, and all the men, I'll never love anyone more than you. Whatever the future holds for either of us," I said, and hugged him even tighter. To be continued