Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2006 05:28:07 -0600 From: Justin Davis Subject: Jason06 by Justin Davis (M/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 Six As Christmas loomed upon the horizon for Jason tennis pretty much ground to a halt, it was the end of the fall tennis season. For Tommy, it meant the end of the fall soccer season as well. So, both Tommy and Jason had more time together and the two were either at my apartment or Tommy's parent's home on a regular basis. In fact, the two were frequently already home from school by the time I got back to the apartment from the college, if they had decided to come to our place rather than Tommy's. On those occasions, it wasn't unusual that the two would be behind the closed door to Jason's bedroom and would emerge later as I was fixing dinner. Naturally, the supply of condoms was dwindling at a steady pace. Since neither Jason nor I would be at the apartment for Christmas, I purchased a small pre-decorated artificial tree that served as the lone symbol of the pending event. I had arranged for Jason to spend the Christmas break with his mom and he seemed excited about it, since he would be getting to visit Houston for the first time. However, initially Jason was a little less excited about the fact that I would be spending almost the entire break with Bryan, something I didn't tell Jason until he eventually asked me what I was going to do while he was gone. So, for the little over a week before he boarded the plane to Houston, Jason was back in my bed at night most of the time. Reassuring himself, I guess, that Bryan wouldn't steal me away, which, of course, he needn't have worried about. Bryan had called me shortly after Thanksgiving and told me that a wealthy businessman he knew, who was gay, had invited him to spend Christmas at his place in the Bahamas. It was a large mansion on a private island that had once been a sugar plantation. Bryan had been there before. The affair was supposed to be one big party with lots of guests coming and going over the holiday and promised to be lots of fun. The parties were always interesting, Bryan had told me, and he asked me to go with him. So, out of curiosity I agreed. However, had I known how interesting I probably wouldn't have gone. Jason and I exchanged gifts before I took him to the airport. I gave him a gold ID bracelet with "I will always love you! David" engraved upon the back. Jason was very happy with the gift. As for me, Jason gave me the skimpiest floral print bikini I had ever seen. "Where on earth did you get this?" I asked, realizing there was no way I could wear the thing without shaving some of my pubes. "I ordered it from one of those magazines you get in the mail," he replied, and I was impressed. "I'll wear it on my trip," I said. "That's cool," Jason said, and we hugged each other. My goodbye to Jason at the airport was emotional for the both of us. It would be the first time we had been separated for any length of time since his mom had first discovered the truth about our relationship. So, we sat together making small talk until his flight was called for boarding. When it was, I walked with him to the gate entrance. "I'm gonna miss you like hell," I said, as we stood at the entrance. "I'm gonna miss you, too," he replied, and we quickly embraced and kissed, probably longer than we should have. "I think that is so lovely," a voice said, and I was immediately aware of a hand on my arm and the two of us broke apart. "Uh, what?" I said, and turned my head. "I said, I think that it's so lovely," the little old lady that could have been an elder Helen Hayes double said. "It's not often that you see an Uncle and his nephew show such affection for each other," she added. Immediately, I looked back at Jason, and from the look in his eyes and the expression on his face I could tell he was going to loose it because he put his hand over his mouth and turned away. "Uh, thank you I said," looking back at her and breaking away from Jason. Of course, when I turned around again, Jason was headed down the gangway toward the plane. It was obvious, from his body movements, that he was trying very hard to restrain his laughter as he went. "Be careful!" I hollered after him, prompting him to wave goodbye over his right shoulder as he continued toward the plane. The flight to the Bahamas was pretty much routine, with one exception. Several times I tried to find out more details about our destination and the events. Bryan was very vague about the whole thing. Basically, all I found out was that the host's name was Jack Crawford, that he was a millionaire a hundred of times over, and that his parties could last for weeks, with guests coming and going. Additionally, Bryan did reveal that he had heard that the Christmas parties were especially nice and that he was glad that he had gotten an invitation. At the airport, after we had retrieved our luggage and exited the terminal, Bryan was hailed by a tall, lanky, Bahamian, with a big smile, whose name I learned was Rodrigo. Rodrigo helped us load our bags into the Jeep and in no time we were weaving our way through a mix of motorbikes, scooters, and Jeeps similar to our own. While Bryan and Rodrigo chatted about the weather and other things I sat in the back with the luggage and took in the passing scenery. "First time you come visit Crawford Island, Mr. Smith?" Rodrigo asked over his shoulder, as he swerved to avoid hitting another Jeep. "Uh, what's that?" I asked, prompting Rodrigo to chuckle. "The place I'm taking you. Mr. Crawford name it after himself. Used to be called Plantation Island. Was old sugar plantation at one time but very modern now, you see!" Rodrigo said. "Yes, Bryan told me it used to be an old plantation." I replied. "He tell you anything else?" Rodrigo asked, and glanced at Bryan. "Uh, no!" "Well, he have plenty of time on boat ride out," Rodrigo replied. Once we had parked at the Marina, and loaded the luggage onto the high speed Cigar Boat, it was only a matter of minutes before we were roaring out of the harbor with Rodrigo at the helm, Bryan and I sitting on the bench seat in the back. "So, what else do you need to tell me?" I asked Bryan loudly over the roar of the engine as we plowed along through the coral blue water. "About what?" Bryan asked. "About this place where we're going," I replied. "Well, for starters, the island itself encompasses over 12,000 acres. Jack has spent a fortune on modernizing everything. There's a wind generator and diesel powered power plant that provides all the electricity, there is ample water from a plant that makes fresh water from sea water, SAT phones, SAT television, you name it he's got it. He expanded the main house so that as many as fifty guests can be accommodated at one time. There are hiking trails all over the island, some which lead to a couple of coves on the west side of the island. There are also tennis courts, a swimming pool designed as if it were located in a jungle paradise, water fall and all, and, of course, there's always the beach with Jet Skis and sailboards if you want. In short, it's one hell of a place. Oh! I forgot the movie theater." "Damn! Sounds like he did spend a fortune." "Oh yeah! Of that I'm sure." "You sure there's nothing else?" "Uh, wadda yah mean?" "Well, from that look Rodrigo gave you I suspect you haven't told me everything," I said. "Uh, well. Just don't be surprised at anything that you see," Bryan replied. "Like what?" "Look, if I had told you everything you wouldn't have come." "Bryan, already, all of a sudden, I'm not liking this!" "Oh, I think you'll like it alright! Tell you what, if you want to go back by tomorrow evening I'll see that you get back to the airport and are on the first flight back to Florida. Until then, humor me a little," Bryan said, and smiled. "That's the island up ahead!" Rodrigo hollered back to us over the roar of the boat's powerful engines, and I could see the speck in the distance ahead of the boat. As we got nearer, the island loomed larger and larger and I was impressed by the sheer size of it by the time we got nearer and it filled the entire horizon. The main house dominated the landscape at the apex of the island and it, like the island, was huge. It was as we slowed and coasted toward the boat dock that I got my first inkling of what Bryan had been talking about. Ahead of a tall rather distinct looking man walking briskly down the dock, dressed in a floral print shirt, shorts, and sandals, there were two boys, I guessed to be about Jason's age, scurrying down the dock toward us. Both of them were dressed in red bikinis, which only accented their deep brown skin, and as they maneuvered themselves to help with the boat I could tell, from their exposed buttocks, that the bikinis were thongs. Not only that, but the skimpy bikinis made it very obvious that the pouches of both were stuffed full to the bursting point. I was memorized by the sight and didn't hear what Bryan was saying. "Uh, what?" I asked him, coming back to reality. "I said, seven inches. I know what you're staring at. They both have identical seven-inch cocks," Bryan said. "My God!" "Their names are Sergio and Raul. As you can see, they're identical twins. They're Jack's private boys." "They're beautiful," I replied. "You ain't seen nothing yet," Bryan said, and chuckled. "Bryan, so good to see you!" Jack Crawford said, as Rodrigo maneuvered the Cigar Boat sideways toward the dock. "Jack! Thanks for inviting me!" Bryan said, jumping from the boat onto the dock and giving the man a big hug as the boys began to tie up the boat. "Is this your friend?" Jack asked, as I climbed out of the boat onto the dock. "Yes! Jack, this is David Smith. David, this is Jack Crawford." "Well, welcome to Crawford Island, David," the man said and held out his hand. "Uh, thank you Mr. Crawford," I said, shaking the pro-offered hand. "Well, Bryan, I can see why he's a friend of yours. If I wasn't so much into the younger stuff I would go for him myself," Jack said, and chuckled heartily. "Sergio! Raul! See that their luggage gets to the guestroom nearest the pool. You two come with me," Jack said. "Jack, you didn't have to put us up there. That's one of the nicest suites in the whole place," Bryan said, as we headed down the boat dock toward the house. "Nonsense! Glad you guys could come. You two are the last to arrive. The other guests are already here. Dinner will be at seven. You two can take a dip in the pool or whatever you like until then. As we left the dock and climbed up the long stairway to the main house, I wondered briefly what Jason was doing at the moment. For sure, I knew it wasn't what I was doing, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach told me I wished I were with him and not where I was. I was sure I would tell Bryan, in the morning, that I wanted to go back home. As Bryan had said, our guest suite was indeed nice. In fact, elegant might be a better word. Besides the bedroom, which has a mirrored ceiling and was dominated by a huge circular bed, there was a sitting area complete with a well-stocked bar and a huge bathroom with both a sunken whirlpool tub and a glassed in shower with multiple showerheads. Once we had unpacked, Bryan announced that he was going to spend some time at the pool. I declined the offer to accompany him, preferring to take a nap. However, I did tell him I would join him later if he wasn't back by the time I awoke. Sure enough, he wasn't back when I awoke. So, I slipped on my Speedo, I decided not to wear the thong Jason had given me, grabbed a towel, and headed out the patio doors of our room and down the path toward the large area of tropical foliage that Bryan said was the pool area. As I approached I could hear the sounds of splashing and voices and indeed it was like entering a tropical forest. Then, when I rounded a curve and the pool came into view I stopped dead in my tracks. Indeed, it was like looking at some tropical paradise with waterfall and all. However, that is not made me come to a halt. All about, were older guests of various ages, all male, some lounging soaking up the sun, some in the lagoon like pool, some just sitting a talking with drinks in their hands. Most were naked. Yet, what had really startled me was that sprinkled among the older guests were boys, most of whom were also naked. There were boys who were obviously of Hispanic origin, boys of Asian extraction, and boys who were obviously Caucasian. Not a one of them appeared to be older than Jason, some looked younger, and all of them had one feature that shouted out at you. For their ages, every one of them was hung. It was like Jason to the tenth power and I was in awe. Yet, there was more. To my left, standing up and holding onto a palm tree, was some kid with blonde hair taking it up the butt from some black guy, whose huge cock was obviously slick with the kid's ass juices as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of his behind. Also, on the deck area near the pool was some slightly built Asian kid, hanging on for dear life, his arms and legs rapped around the neck and waist of the Middle Eastern looking man that was fucking him. From the expression on his face, it was obvious the slightly build Asian was straining to take the adult cock up his butt. Yet, the kid's impressive penis was rock hard. It was then that I saw Bryan, who was waving at me and beckoning me to come to where he was reclining on one of the lounge chairs. In response, I feebly waved back and turned and walked back toward the main house, not believing what I had just seen. I was putting on my shorts, having shucked off my swimsuit, when Bryan showed up at our room. "Bryan, what the fuck is going on here?" I asked, prompting him to chuckle. "Well, you're pretty much right. A lot of fucking," he replied, and smiled at me. "I wanna go home. Tomorrow!" I said. "Fine! I don't think you are gonna want to but I'll make the arrangements just in case. "I want to!" "We'll see," he replied, and grinned. Dinner that evening was beyond excellent. The thirty of us were treated to a medley of seafood dishes that was beyond compare, and I had eaten at some of the most prestigious places in Florida. All throughout the dinner, a young pianist, named Kevin Bright, who reminded me of a young Barry Manilow without the nose and long hair, provided us with dinner music. The kid couldn't have been more than eighteen and the fact that he was talented was without question. "Uh, I guess I should tell you. I'll be bunking in tonight with Jack," Bryan announced, as we were beginning to eat our lime sherbet. "Oh? I mean, well I thought." "Just for tonight." "Uh, okay," I replied, even more dejected that things just seemed to be going worse than I had imagined. Later, I headed back to our suite, determined, more than ever to leave the following day. In fact, as I opened the door and entered, taking off my dinner jacket and throwing it on the nearest chair, I wanted to cry. Jason was so far away, and here I was stuck in what seemed to be some perverted paradise. I was disappointed in Bryan and hurt. I had hoped, if nothing else, that he would make love to me and make me feel a whole lot better before I left it all behind. It was when I entered the bedroom, as I was taking off my shirt, that I came to a dead stop. There in the middle of the huge, circular, bed, butt naked, were the twins I had seen at the boat dock. The both giggled when they saw the expression on my face. "What are you two doing here?" I asked. "We spend the night with all first time guests, Mr. Smith," one of them said. "Uh, well. That's really not necessary. I'm kind of tired. So, you two can leave," I replied, prompting giggles from the two. "Oh no, Mr. Smith! We already have your bath ready. We gonna take a bath together. Put you to sleep very nice," the other one said. In a flash, the two jumped out of the bed and came toward me. One of them, I didn't know the name of the one that it was, began to undo my belt buckle while the other began to help me with my shirt. I stared at what was between the legs of both and moaned. To be continued