Date: Sun, 19 May 2002 13:03:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: 13greengrass <13greengrass@ziplip.com>
Subject: Sitting for Jason

This is a work of complete fiction. Any similarities to real people or events is
purely coincidental. It is written for the enjoyment of men who love boys. I
apologize if the format gets jumbled in places in the submission process to
Nifty. In dialogue, I intend to begin a new paragraph for every new speaker.
When this gets jumbled, it can be hard to determine which character is speaking.

I thank all those who have given me compliments and feedback on my stories and I
try to answer everyone back. I'm happy to know that my fiction brings pleasure
to others.


SITTING FOR JASON

	I 'm too old to baby-sit, per se, but with Jason, I made an exception for
three reasons:  1.) his mother, Julie, single and self-absorbed, too busy dating
and nightclubbing to take proper care of her eleven year old son, had begged me
to take him for another evening--"Maybe he could spend the night?  Please?"  The
man in the red Ferrari in the driveway honked his horn.  She always did this,
waiting for the last possible moment before she thought about Jason and who
would take care of him.
	2.) Jason had fixed me with his hopeful brown puppy eyes, pleading
silently that I say "yes" and with a mother like Julie, he had had more than his
share of neglect, and 3.) I was infatuated with the boy and would have sold my
teeth to have him to myself.
	I had been walking down the beach past her little house, on my way back to
my own. Jason was on the back porch and, seeing me coming, turned and yelled
into the house then leapt from the porch and started running toward me, his swim
trunks slung low on his slender hips, bright white tee shirt flapping in the
wind, wet sand bounding from his heels. As he got closer to me, it was obvious
that he wasn't intending to stop in front of me but rather plow into me, so I
braced myself for the impact. He threw his body into me and we both fell with a
soft plop in the sand. He looked down into my face, straddling my chest.
	"My mom wants to talk to you," he said. "Please say 'yes'."
	"Yes," I said dutifully, not knowing the question.
	He laughed triumphantly and called out toward his house, "He said 'yes'!"
	"What am I saying 'yes' to?"
	"Babysitting me."
	"You're not a baby," I said, tickling his ribs until he rolled off of me.
"And you're too damn wild to sit anywhere for more than a minute."
	"You said 'yes'," he said as we got to our feet. "No take-backs." He took
my hand and we started toward the house.
	When I got up to Julie's house, she was on the back porch, bouncing on the
balls of her feet like an anxious little girl, waving at me. She was dressed in
a skirt so small it looked like a band-aid. If she bent over, I'm sure she would
have flashed beaver. Her ample breasts were crammed into a tube top that
threatened to explode off her like a busted rubber band.
	"He said 'yes'!" Jason shouted to her.
	I rapped him on the top of the head lightly. "Shut up."
	"No take-backs," he said. "I called it!"
	"Jason, stop pestering him." Julie was trying to be diplomatic, but I
could tell that she was trying her own brand of manipulation. She gave me a
pouty look. "Sam wants to take me to dinner and that new club in town," she
said. "Would you mind watching him?" She cocked her head like a worried puppy.
	"Who, Sam?"
	Jason thought that was uproariously funny and he laughed and held his
sides. Julie was too anxious to do more than smile. "Can you?"
	Sam honked from the driveway. I acted as if it were an imposition so as to
not appear too eager, then I smiled at Jason and nodded at Julie.  She smiled
and gushed a thank you. She took great care to clomp down the steps from the
porch in her impossibly high heels to give me a hug and kiss me on the cheek.
	"You're a life-saver, dear", she said.
	"What flavor?" I asked.
	It was a dumb joke, but it wasn't for her benefit, it was for Jason's. He
was eleven and had an age-appropriate sense of humor. He laughed at the joke and
hung on my elbow. Julie glanced down at him and spoke to me as if he weren't
there.
	"He just loves you, ya know.  Talks about you all the time."
	Jason blushed and smiled.  So did I.
	She kissed Jason on the head and scrunched her nose up at him, then turned
to me.  "He could use a bath", she shrugged apologetically, as if she had no
idea whose responsibility that was.  The horn honked again and she thanked me
several more times and told Jason she would see him in the morning and she
galloped off toward the Ferrari, brushing her hair into place with her fingers.
	Jason threw his arms around my waist, happy and excited, and awkwardly
squeezed me.  He was so lovely. He was slender and fine-boned with a beautiful
olive complexion, warm brown eyes, a goofy and adorable little boy smile.  He
looked up into my face and I flicked a bit of dried sand from his chin.  He had
a way to my heart with just a look.


	I had first met Jason about three months earlier when he and his mother
moved into the beach house about three doors down from mine. It was a "fixer
upper" that never got fixed up. Julie was too busy. Jason took to the beach like
a natural, spending most of his days running around in nothing but his swim
trunks, swimming and playing with a couple of other beach kids. I first noticed
him while sitting at my computer, writing. That's what I do for a living. I was
neck deep in chapter eight when he emerged like a vision into my sight. He was
alone and walking up from the water.
	He had stopped mid-stride, arched foot and leg bent, to brush sand off his
nipple. The memory lingers in my mind even now, like a snapshot, his back arched
slightly, wet trunks clinging to his beautiful legs. He shook the water out of
his hair and held his hands to his chest, shivering in the breeze, standing and
looking up the beach. After two minutes of watching him, I was entirely removed
from chapter eight and utterly engrossed in this glorious angel.
	I walked out onto the deck that juts from the back of my house, trying to
get a better look. I plopped down on my chaise lounge. He was looking at me.
After a moment, I waved and he waved back. He meandered closer. Soon he was
close enough for me to see the water droplets on his chest and shoulders and his
slightly crooked white teeth. I let my eyes travel over his slight body, skin
glistening and shining.  He had a small body, still a bit babyish in some ways
but with a firm, well-developed chest and small brown nipples. "I'm Allen," I
said, smiling at this little god before me.
	"Hi," he mumbled. He looked down, away from my eyes, but stepped closer.
	"What's your name?"
	"Jason," he said.
	"You just move in around here?"
	He nodded and pointed down the beach behind him. "In that yellow house
down there." He had a soft boyish voice. I guessed him at nine or ten from the
distance because he was so small. Later, when I told him this, he acted quite
hurt.
	"I'm eleven," he had sulked.
	"What's wrong with looking nine or ten?" I asked. "You looked good to me."
	Maybe I meant it the way it sounded but I didn't mean to reveal so much of
myself. At the time I was acutely aware of my feelings for him, but I never
would have dreamed that he would be aware of them, but then I was guessing him
years younger. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows as if he were assuming a
lot from that single comment.
	Jason and I became friends because I was always home, being a self-
employed writer, and he was always on the beach right outside my window. He
would approach me cautiously at first, curious and friendly, asking me questions
about the book I was writing and the music he heard rolling out of my windows.
His approaches were tentative, as if he were afraid of being unwelcome. Then one
day I saw him out swimming and I walked out onto the beach and plopped down in
the sand, watching him in a most unabashed fashion as he dove into the waves and
came up gulping for air, smiling. His body was sleek and shiny as a seal's. He
noticed me watching early on but continued to swim without a word to me.
Finally, he came out of the water, dripping, walking directly toward me with a
curious look.
	"Hey," I said when he got close enough.
	"Hey," he said back. He stopped and poked a hole in the sand in front of
him with his big toe, his flat tummy and well-defined chest heaving for air.
"What are you doin'?"
	"I came out here just to watch you," I said plainly, and I watched for his
reaction.
	He looked at me quickly, frowning as if studying me, then he smiled
broadly. "Really?" he asked. "Why?"
	"Because you're such a pleasure to watch."
	Jason gave me a crooked grin and his eyes lit up a bit. "I can swim really
good!"
	"I noticed."
	"Did you see me jump through that big ole wave?"
	"I did," I said. "You did a somersault right into it."
	He laughed a little and looked away, hugging his sides against the cool
breeze. I just sat there, watching him. I was prepared to watch everything he
did just to take in his beauty. I was infatuated. Looking back, I think he
became intoxicated early on with the undivided attention that his presence
evoked from me. When he came into my orbit, I was attentive and present, unlike
his mother, and attention was like a drug for Jason. He got hooked on mine
pretty quickly.
	Within a month he was a regular fixture on my deck, sometimes waiting
there for me if I went out to do errands or shopping.
	With a boy as beautiful as Jason, I was bound to remember the first time I
ever touched him. We were on the deck after knowing each other for about a week,
leaning with our elbows on the railing, looking out at the water. He was still
dripping from his swim. He was talking about school, which was due to be done
for the summer in less than a month, rambling on about his shop teacher whose
thick German accent he didn't understand. I stood up straight and noticed a
smudge of sand on the small of his back. I reached over and brushed it off.
Jason stopped mid-sentence and looked over at me while I slowly and gently
brushed the sand from his deliciously smooth, tanned skin.
	"Sand," I explained. But my hand lingered after the sand had been brushed
off, and I rubbed his back in a tender circle, pretending to be removing more
sand. He smiled and tried to continue his sentence, but he had no memory of what
he had been talking about.  It was that same day that I was in the kitchen
making lemonade for Jason and me and he was out on the beach near the water,
constructing something in the sand. He was bent over his work with great
concentration and didn't notice me approaching with two glasses in hand. He had
made a tall slender tower, jutting up from the sand, and connected at its base
were two spherical mounds, presumably the first floor of the building.
	"What are you building?" I asked.
	"What's it look like?" he retorted. We had already fallen into a friendly
teasing manner of interaction. I thought for a moment. "I looks like an enormous
penis," I said calmly.
	It was hard to tell whether Jason's face turned red from embarrassment or
from laughing so hard, for he rolled over onto his back and howled, slapping the
sand and his thigh, kicking his feet in the air. He laughed for a long time and
I stood mostly straight-faced, smirking slightly. "No?" I asked innocently.
	Jason sat up and held his stomach. "It's the Sears Tower," he choked out,
and collapsed into laughter again.
	I shrugged. "It looks more like a penis to me," I said. The more I said at
this point, the harder Jason laughed.
	He reached over and poked a hole into the top of the tower, pointed at it
and laughed again. I laughed too. He stretched his hands around the tower
carefully and slid them up and down, giggling and guffawing, rolling his eyes in
mock ecstasy, and we both dissolved into painful laughter.
	Even while I was laughing, I was aware that the incident had changed our
interaction forever. He had become aware of my openness to ribald humor and I
soon became aware of Jason's preoccupation with sexual organs. He found them
funny and fascinating at the same time. Ever after, Jason wouldn't hesitate to
comment on penises or balls or tits or vaginas. He had a special fascination for
assholes, though. Next to the Sears Penis, he constructed two mounds with a
crease down the middle and poked a finger in to make the anus, the whole time
laughing from his belly and blushing at me. I was turned on by the whole thing.
We left the constructions on the sand for others to wonder about.
	Days later, we had the first of many wrestling matches. He had splashed me
with water while we were swimming and I had chased him out of the surf onto the
beach and tackled him, pretending to struggle with him as I cradled his slender
body in my arms. We rolled around. I let him climb on top of me, then I would
buck him off and pin him to the ground. I tickled him accidentally and his
laughter was like music, rolling from his soul. He squirmed and struggled to get
away, but he never told me to stop. I played his ribs like a harp and he laughed
and tried to climb back on top of me.
	Jason loved to be tickled. Over the next months, we established certain
games that included tickling. I would say, "You're such a smart boy," and he'd
smile at me and say, "I'm stupid." I'd bolt after him and tackle him and grope
his ribs and chest and knees, and he'd bellow in that melodious laughter. I'd
pause and tell him, "You're such a wonderful boy," and he'd look at me from the
corners of his eyes, smirk and say, "I'm terrible," and off we'd go again.
	About three weeks into our friendship, Jason's mother came walking over
the sand from her house to mine and rapped on my door. I knew who she was right
away, the resemblance was so striking. She smiled bashfully and extended her
hand. "I'm Julie," she said. "Jason's mom."
	"Allen," I said cordially. "Would you like to come in?"
	"No, I don't want to disturb you."  She was dressed in a blouse that
looked like it belonged on a little girl-white and tight and riding up above her
navel. Between her breasts was a picture of a brown bear hugging a sheep. The
words below read, "I'm bear-y fond of ewe." Her shorts were neon green and very
short and her sandals had plastic daisies attached to them.
"Jason keeps talking about Allen this and Allen that and I started to worry that
maybe he's making a pest of himself. He'll do that sometimes."
	"Not at all."
	"I told him that he shouldn't come over so often but he just doesn't
listen. I'm really sorry."
	"No need to be," I said, smiling. "He's a wonderful boy and wonderful
company. I enjoy being with him."
	She looked utterly perplexed. "Really?"
	I nodded. "I'll send him home if he ever becomes troublesome, don't
worry."
	"He's really hyper..." She sounded for a moment as if she were trying to
change my mind about him. She smiled, embarrassed. "I mean, he's a good kid and
all but...well. I know he can be a bit much sometimes."
	"Really, I don't mind," I said. "I'm happy to have him around."
	She smiled again and I could tell she was thinking carefully about
something. "Um..." she started, then smiled again, suddenly embarrassed. "You
can say 'no' if you want and I'd totally understand, but..." She stopped and
took a deep breath, then looked sideways at me. "Would you mind babysitting him
tonight? I have this...thing to go to and...."
	"No problem."
	"Really?" She sounded unsure. "If it's a problem..."
	"No problem," I repeated.
	She sighed heavily and smiled. "Great!" she said brightly. "I can pay you
and all."
	"No need," I shrugged. "What time?"
	"It's not a problem..."
	I smiled calmly. "No need, really. What time?"
	So began my life as Jason's babysitter and my strange relationship with
Julie. Whenever her social life called, I was there to unburden her by taking
Jason, and this endeared me to her. Her affection for me grew from the freedom I
offered her. Before long, she was calling me up and saying, "Allen, honey, can
Jason come over for a few hours? I have a friend coming over and...you know..."
	"No problem," I'd say, and Julie would gush to me about what an angel I
was. "You're a lifesaver. Thanks so much, sweetie!" and she'd hang up.
	Julie's craving for freedom fed our relationship and everyone was happy.
He would come over and we'd play Risk or Monopoly or watch a ball game on TV or
go out and swim and make extravagant sand cities on the beach. Most of Jason's
buildings resembled penises or anuses. At first I thought he was doing it
deliberately, but after a while, it became evident that it was unconscious on
his part. His small, slender hands would gently cup the top of his towers in the
sexiest manner, sending my mind on tangents, and he'd poke his finger between
mounds of sand and say, "Here's the door." I waited until the whole city was
done and we were about to go make dinner. We stood admiring our work.
I whispered to him, "It's like a whole city of penises and butts."
That sent him off into gales of laughter. "You have a one track mind, boy," I
teased him. We wrestled and tickled and finally stopped to make pizza for
dinner. Then we watched some TV, Jason tucked under my arm, head on my chest.
He was a wonderfully affectionate and sensual boy and on more than one
occasion, I became aware of his small erection poking me in the side or the hip
as he snuggled against me.  His small hands would play in the hair on my chest,
raking his fingers through it, sometimes so much that it began to irritate the
skin there and I would reluctantly ask him to stop.  At times, I was certain
that he wanted something more to happen between us, but he was just eleven and
although I yearned for more, I didn't dare initiate anything.  I felt that he
should be the one to start something; we should move at his pace, and so it was
with a passive but warm welcoming that I let him touch me and snuggle into the
nook of my arm. Jason looked for reasons to touch me, sticking his hands up
under my shirt to tickle me, even though he knew I wasn't ticklish there, and
pretending to fall and landing in my lap.  He was unbelievably sexy in the way
he moved his body, parting his legs around me, squeezing me with his soft
thighs, kneeling on the couch, back arched, thrusting his pelvis into me.
I got hard often, as did he, as we writhed and wrestled and he pretended
to be struggling to get free when he was actually humping my hip.  All the time,
we were laughing and joking and talking and I could just tell that he knew that
I adored him, utterly and completely, and I easily gathered from the looks he
gave me that the feeling was mutual.


	We waved to Julie and Sam as they drove off, the red convertible spraying
gravel in its wake. Jason ran inside and came out moments later with a knapsack
of overnight clothes. We locked up his house and went to mine. On the way, Jason
grinned at me and said, "I get to spend the night!" He raised his eyebrows a few
times and snickered, wrinkling his nose. It sounded lascivious the way he said
it. In all the time we had known each other, he hadn't spent the night yet. Not
really. Once, when Julie was unexpectedly late, he had fallen asleep on the
couch and when she came to get him, we both decided he might as well stay where
he was and come home in the morning. Jason didn't count that as a proper
sleepover and I saw his point since most of what is exciting about a sleepover
is the anticipation of doing so. He had wanted to sleep over for months and
Julie had promised him that he could, but this was the first time it was
actually going to happen and Jason was beside himself with excitement.
	At my house, we played Monopoly. He selected the candlestick as a token.
It was a replacement piece from an old Clue gaame. He called it a penis
andsometimes made little grunts when he was moving it around the board, like the
up and down motion was sexual. "Ugh, ugh,ugh," he grunt, and giggled at me. He
either grew bored or horny while playing Monopoly because he suddenly leapt upon
me to start a good hour of wrestling and tickling.  Then we made a quick dinner
and settled into some television, reclined on the large sectional couch I had
set up like a large nest in the living room.
	"Time for your bath, champ", I finally said, trying to not sound too
enthusiastic.  "I'll run your bath".
	I went into the bathroom and began running water into the tub, dumping
bubble bath in and whipping it into a froth.  I put a fluffy white towel beside
the tub, imagining how brown Jason's flesh would look against it.  Jason
meanwhile prattled on about school and how much he hated it and I could see his
clothes flying across the room and landing in a pile by the door--just his white
tee shirt and his green trunks.  When the tub was full, I came out into the
living room and couldn't see Jason anywhere.  He was obviously hiding.  I called
his name and told him that his bath was ready and I plopped down onto the couch
to give him his privacy.
	Moments later, Jason sprang from his hiding place behind the couch and
bounded onto me from behind, tumbling over my shoulder and landing, naked and
giggling, into my lap.  He growled like an attacking beast and I wrestled him
into my arms, my hands flitting over his soft nakedness.  His penis was half
erect already and he laid on my lap with his knees up, exposing it to me, the
small wrinkled ball sac below, the slightly dirty anus.
	"Time for your bath", I said, tickling his nipple.
	"No", he said.  "Make me".
	It was all a ruse, a conversation to be had while our bodies blended.  He
let his knees fall apart and I felt my heart beating in my ears.  He wriggled
about with boyish exuberance, putting his knees together, straightening his
legs, thrusting his penis out, stretching languorously, posing like a pin up on
my lap.  I watched as his cock grew stiff, poking up from the apex of those
straight, slender legs.  He maneuvered about to lay beside me, in the nook of my
arm, his front pressed to my side, his rigid dick poking my hip.  I tried to be
officious and nonchalant but my hard on was showing through my shorts.
	"Your bath is waiting for you".
	"I'll only take a bath if you take it with me", he said, and he nuzzled
his nose under my jaw.  I felt a shiver course through my body at his breath on
my neck.  I cleared my throat.
	"I don't need a bath, stinky", I said, and I slapped him gently on his
bare ass.
	He chuckled and poked my hip with his boner, acting as if he didn't
notice.  "Yes you do because you stink worse than me", he said.  I laughed and
let my hand rest on his lower back, just above those incredible buns, sleek and
round and twitching from the subtle humping he was performing.  He nuzzled into
my neck deeper and I could feel my composure slip away, melt like butter in the
sun.  "Please", he pouted, camping it up.  "Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty,
pretty....a million more times, infinity!" he said.  "Please!"
	His hot breath on my neck made me dizzy and I felt a tingle in my cock
like I might come right then.  I sighed.  "Okay".
	"Goody!" he squealed, and he jumped up onto his feet, pulling on my hand.
"Take off your clothes!"
	He was so eager and excited.  It drove me wild.  I stood up and pulled off
my tee shirt, dropping it onto the floor.  Jason's eyes were on me the whole
time, his brown eyes scanning my chest and belly.  I knew he wanted to touch the
hair, as he always did, and I was struck by the fact that he didn't, as if he
were savoring the moment.  While my hard on was evident in the bulge in my
shorts, Jason gasped and smiled when I dropped them to the floor along with my
underwear and stepped out of them, stark naked.  His eyes were riveted to my
dick, swaying stiff and pointing at him.
	"You got a boner", he mused, wrinkling his nose and smiling, eyes wide.
	"So do you", I said.
	He laughed and leapt onto the couch, standing and putting his hands on my
shoulders, looking down at my body, eyes snagging onto my cock, back up to my
eyes.  I stepped closer to him.  Our mutual nakedness had sparked an obvious
sexual energy and Jason became coquettish and seductive, wrapping his arms
around my neck.  "Carry me", he said, looking directly into my eyes.
	I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around me, mashing his dick into
my belly.  My hands cupped his small smooth buns.  I carried him to the bathroom
and deposited him into the tub, then stepped in myself and we both sat down.  We
sloshed the water about and his skin glistened and shone like it always did on
the beach.
	"You wash me and I'll wash you", he proposed, and by this time, I would
have followed him off a cliff.  I took the soap and Jason crawled onto my lap,
resting his head on my shoulder.  I rubbed the soap over him gently, like I was
washing a baby, and when he was good and soapy, I began to rub my hands all over
him, his neck and shoulders, turning him over on my lap to wash down his back
and over his ass, back up and over his shoulders, rolling him over to do his
chest and belly and down to just brush over his pulsing cock to travel his legs
and feet and thighs.  Jason was rapt with the attention, putty in my hands,
entirely compliant, his eyes reflecting bliss as my slippery hands slid over his
body.  My hand slipped over his cock and he let out a soft moan as I squeezed
and stroked it a few times.  I stroked his balls with one finger, gently teasing
and tickling them, and Jason smiled, eyes closed, and let out a small chuckle.
My finger traveled down over his perineum and down to his anus.  As soon as I
touched it, Jason lifted his legs, knees bent and pulled up to allow me easy
access.  I fingered his hole gently, then pushed the tip inside.  Jason jumped a
little and looked up at me, a smirk on his face.
	"You gonna clean it up there?" he asked shyly.
	"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I shouldn't have...."
	"You can if you want."
	His words stopped me mid-sentence. I was speechless.  He looked
embarrassed immediately, as if he felt he had gone to far, but I smiled and
said, "I'd love to".
	His eyes brightened.  "What if you stuck something else up there?"
	I swallowed a lump the size of a brick down my throat. "Like what?" I
asked, and Jason smiled broadly.
	"Like your Sears Tower," he chuckled, and we both laughed.
	"I don't know if you're ready for that," I replied. "Although the idea
makes me dizzy."
	He rolled his eyes in his head and acted like he was going to pass out,
then suddenly stopped and looked up at me. "Does it hurt?"
	"Does what hurt?"
	He blushed. "Fucking."
	I nodded. The word echoed in my head. I couldn't believe we were having
this conversation. My cock pulsed against his back. "If you're not used to it,
yeah."
	"Then why do people do it?" he asked. "My friend Eddie says that gay guys
like to do it but he saw a magazine where this man had his dick in a lady's
butt."
	"It isn't just a gay thing."
	"Wanna see me put my fingers in there?" he asked, and without waiting for
an answer, he reached down between his legs and inserted one finger, then
another. I was utterly engrossed in the vision of him lying on my lap with his
fingers up his ass. "See?"
	"I see," I managed to say.
	"It feels good, but if I put three in it hurts," he said, panting slightly
at the sensations. He pulled them out suddenly and sniffed his fingers. He
chuckled huskily and touched my hand. "You can do it if you want."
	"I want," I heard myself say, and I ran my fingers over his little bud. He
seemed to be concentrating all of his attention on that one place in the
universe. I inserted one finger and it slid in effortlessly.
	"A dick would hurt, huh?" he said, short of breath.
"You have to go through the pain to get to the pleasure," I said, pushing a
second finger in and holding it very still.  With my other hand, I rubbed his
stiff soapy cock and balls. He moaned, then looked up into my eyes.
	"How long?"
	I shrugged. "It's different for everyone", I said.  "It depends on how
well you can relax".  My fingers inched in a tad more and he winced in pain,
then sighed and I felt his ass muscles relax.  "If you can relax and just let it
in, then the pleasure will come more quickly."
	His brow furrowed with concentration and I could feel his ass open up and
my fingers moved in farther.  I pulled them out then pushed back in to the hilt.
He looked pained but eager.  "Like that?" he asked in a husky voice.
	"Yeah", I nodded, smiling down into his face.  "You think about it. We
don't have to do that, you know. It's not for everyone."
	"Is it for you?"
	I smiled and shook my head. "I've never liked it myself." I pulled my
fingers out slowly and rubbed my hands over him again.  He writhed in the water,
his little prick throbbing, visibly pulsing.  He rolled over and laid on his
belly in the water and his ass cheeks protruded from the surface, wet and
streaked white with soap and bubbles.  I rubbed my hands over his ass as if I
were claiming it as mine, squeezing it and fondling it.
	"Your turn", he said, and he got up on his knees.
	He hadn't touched my cock yet with his hand and as I sat back in the tub,
my dick reared up from water like the Loch Ness monster.  He immediately grabbed
for it and his fingers on the flesh there made me moan before I even realized it
was me making the noise.  He was smiling, squeezing and stroking me with the
soapy water.  He sat between my legs and took the bar of soap and began to rub
it over my chest, over the thick hair.  His eyes were shining and he was smiling
as he lathered my chest.  He ran the soap over my shoulders and down my trunk to
my legs, then let the soap slip into the water, which was very soapy by now.
His small hands rubbed my legs and thighs, then he cupped my balls and washed
them gingerly.  He was intent on his work, wordless but breathing heavily, as if
he could barely contain his excitement.  He took my cock in both hands and
looked at me, yanking.  "Turn over", he said, trying to sound nonchalant but
unable to keep from smirking.  "I need to wash your booty".  His eyes brightened
at the idea and he let a small giggle escape from his lips.
	With a great sloshing of water, I turned around and stood on my knees, my
back to him, and he began to wash my ass.  His little hands kneaded my buttocks
and when his finger wormed its way between my cheeks, I bent forward slightly
and allowed him to explore between.  He didn't insert a finger, but he ran his
finger gently over my hole once and probed it carefully before moving on, up my
back and down over my hips.
	I turned around and sat down with my legs opened wide.  Jason grabbed my
cock again. "This is cool," he said, holding like a new toy. He looked enamored,
fascinated by it, wrapping his fingers around it and sliding up and down as I
had done to him.  I moaned and felt my balls stir.
	"Is that good?" he asked.
	"Oh, yeah," I groaned. "You ever see a man cum before?"
	"Are you gonna cum?"
	I grunted and panted. "Yeah."
	"Do I just keep doin' this?" he asked. He seemed suddenly anxious, like he
was afraid of ruining the moment.
	"You're doin' fine," I sighed. My orgasm was suddenly there, boiling in my
nuts.
	I gritted my teeth and moaned louder and began to pant.  Jason watched
agog, mouth open slightly, eyes darting from my face to my cock to my face
again.  When I erupted, the sperm blasted out of my cock and onto my chest, then
onto my belly, oozing down my shaft to his small fingers. He kept pumping until
I grabbed his hands and held them still, allowing the last of my cum to spurt
out.
	"Cool!" he gasped, half laughed, and he looked at me as if we had just
discovered this, as if it were my first time.  He raised his eyebrows slyly.
"Wowie!"
	I laughed and leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, then on the
nose, then on the small, soft lips.
	The water being so soapy (and dirty after scrubbing Jason), I pulled the
plug and drained the tub, then turned on the shower so that we could rinse off.
I lovingly shampooed Jason's hair and rinsed it carefully, and while I was
washing my hair, Jason, still erect, toyed with my cock and balls until I was
hard again.
	"That was the stuff you make babies with, huh?" he asked, fingering the
tip of my cock.
	"Yeah", I said.  "It's called 'sperm'".
	Jason squinted thoughtfully up at me.  "What would happen if you ate it?"
	The question delighted me.  "Nothing", I shrugged, turning to rinse the
soap from my hair.  Jason followed my movements, still holding my cock.  "You
wanna try?"
	"I don't know", Jason replied.
	We got out of the shower and dried off.  We got to rough-housing a bit
again and I lifted him up and hoisted him over my shoulder, walking out of the
bathroom as if he were the spoils of war.  He reached down and spanked my bottom
and I pinched his ass until he stopped.  I took him to my bedroom where I
plopped him onto the bed.  I stood over him, looking down into his smiling,
laughing face.  His body was incredible, laid out, stretched and supple, belly
rising and falling gently, tiny cock jutting upwards.  He smiled up at me and
spread his legs, heels together.
	"Tell me what to do," he said suddenly. He was a dream come true.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
	He shrugged, but then he sat up and took hold of my cock. He tugged it a
few times, suddenly a bit shy, and grinned up at me. He was blushing. "Tell me
how to do it," he said, and he stared at my cock.
	He seemed to know what he wanted but he looked up at me with imploring
eyes, waiting to be instructed, wanting to be told.  I tapped my cock against
his face, over his small, pert nose, in his silky hair, outlining his strong
jaw.  He stared at my cock, going cross-eyed to follow it.  I pressed my cock
head against his lips.  "Kiss it", I whispered.
	He reached up with his hands and took my cock, guiding the head to his
lips. He gave it a short little peck first, then mashed his lips into the head
like a movie star kiss. It felt wonderful.  "Lick it," I said, and he darted his
tongue out to swipe the crown.  "Get it all wet".
Jason made little purring noises in his throat and began to lick my cock all
over.  He swung from my dong like it was a trapeze, cupping my balls in his
little hands, chasing my bouncing cock with his outstretched tongue. "Open up,"
I said gently, and he did. I took his small head in my hands and slid my cock
between his lips and into his warm wet mouth.  He seemed to instinctively know
to keep his teeth off of it and how to use his tongue, stroking the underside
with every thrust. He took my balls in his hands, rolling them around in their
sac. My juices were rising again and after a few minutes of some very impressive
cock sucking, I reached down and, with my hands in his armpits, lifted him up.
My cock slipped out of his mouth with a wet pop and I hoisted him before me
until his cock dangled before my face.  I licked his hard dick and soft, hanging
balls, smooth in their sac.  He gasped and groaned and threw his legs over
my shoulders. I bounced him on my face for a while, wrapping my tongue around
his magnificent little tool.
	"Oh, oh, oh," he grunted with every stroke. I lowered him back onto the
bed and bobbed up and down on his cock, tugging gently on his nut sac. I pulled
off his dick and licked my lips.
	"Hands and knees", I said, and Jason promptly got up on his knees, his ass
toward me.
	"Like this?" he asked.
	"Perfect."  I knelt beside the bed and parted his cheeks to get a good
look at his smooth pink hole.  He jutted his ass toward me and I teased his
asshole with my tongue.  He squirmed and giggled and moaned.
	"Ooooo".  His voice was low and husky.
	I reached between his thighs and fingered his balls and cock.  Jason
dropped his head on the bed and moaned loudly.  "Oh, wow!  Oh wow!"  He gasped
and wriggled his ass and I shoved my tongue up his hole.  He seemed to be
holding his breath, then all of a sudden, exhaled deeply.  "Oh, yeah!"
	After more deep licking, I introduced my finger, gently and tentatively at
first because I wasn't at all sure how he would feel about it.  He had been the
one to bring it up.   I licked my finger and pushed a digit inside.
	"Are you gonna fuck me?" Jason asked, still trying to catch his breath.
	"Yes".
	"You are?"  He sounded almost scared.
	"Yes", I said.  "If you want me to. Do you want me to?"
	"It's gonna hurt?"
	"At first", I said.  "And if you want me to stop, I will, but...."  I
pushed my finger in deeper and he took a quick hissing inhalation.  "...I'll
only do it if you tell me to".  I was beside myself with excitement suddenly.
Jason looked at me over his shoulder.  He watched as I ate his ass. He looked
very serious but he managed to smirk at me.
	"What's that taste like?"
	I laughed. "Not bad, boy," I said. "You're delicious!"
	He laughed and I rammed my tongue as deeply into his ass as I could. He
moaned and jutted his ass toward my face. "That feels good."
	I bathed his ass with my tongue and his hole gaped open in what I
interpreted to be eager anticipation and surrender. I poked my fingers into it.
He groaned deeply and turned to look back at me over his shoulder. He reached
back and touched my head with his hand, pulling my face into his butt. I lapped
greedily and he purred. I stood up suddenly and spat on my hand, rubbing it on
my cock. Jason watched this cautiously and bit his lip.
	"Now?" he asked. "Are you gonna do it now?"
	"Are you gonna tell me to do it now?" I asked, and I nudged his hole with
my dripping cock, slipping it up and down against his virgin hole. I stuck a
finger in again and wiggled it.
	Jason looked thoughtful for a moment, then he smirked at me. "You wanna?"
	I smiled. "I wanna."
	He took a deep breath as if gathering his courage, then let it all out at
once. He nodded and turned back around, lowering his head to the bed. "Okay," he
said. "Do it now."
	"I'll be gentle," I said, pushing against his hole with the head of my
dick.
	"I know."
	I pushed, slow and steady, against his nervous sphincter. When the head
popped in, he grunted and his whole body tensed. "Sssssh," I whispered.
	"Okay."
	"Relax."
	"Okay."
	He was being brave and trustful. When I pushed again, his lovely hot hole
admitted another half inch, then he made a small crying noise. It startled me,
the idea that I was hurting him.
	"You okay?" I asked.
	He nodded and took deep breaths. When I pulled out slightly and pushed
again, he moaned in obvious pain, gritting his teeth, a squeaking sound in his
throat.
	"Relax", I said gently, stroking his bottom, and I could feel his hole
loosen, slowly, almost sucking my cock inside.
	"It hurts," he whimpered.
	I stroked his back and hips tenderly, rubbing his thighs, reaching up to
tweak his nipples, all the while keeping my cock just inside his back door. "Is
it getting better?" I asked him.
	He nodded. "Yeah." His fingers were gripping the bedspread. His knuckles
were white.
	I stroked his butt gingerly. "This butt is mine. It belongs to me," I
said, and he looked back at me again. I smirked at him. "It's made for my cock,
right?"
	He gave what could only be described as a combination of a laugh and cry.
He was smiling at me.
	"Right?" I asked him. I reached up and stroked his hair, then his cheek. I
leaned over and kissed him on the neck and shoulder. My cock slid in just a
little bit more and Jason hissed through his teeth, but his ass remained relaxed
and I slid in a bit further before stopping about halfway in. "Right?" I
whispered.
	"Uh-huh," he panted.
	"My ass," I cooed to him, almost sang. "Made for my cock."
	"Uh-huh."
	"And you're my boy," I whispered. "My one and only boy."
	He took in a deep breath and let it all out at once. "Yeah," he said, and
he lowered his head onto the bed.
"So let me in where I belong," I said tenderly. I pushed and my cock slid all
the way in without resistance and I grinded my pelvis against him. I stopped and
took a moment for Jason to adjust.  I stroked his hip and reached down to find
his cock hard.  When I touched it, he moaned in what was obviously pleasure.
	I pulled my cock out and plunged it back in, then out and in again.  It
moved smoothly and Jason seemed to be adjusting well to it.  My cock slid out
nearly all the way, and I began to fuck him with deep, swinging thrusts.  I
wrapped my arms around him and he clasped my hands to his body, thrusting up his
ass to my attack, his body suddenly flowing with the pumping of my hips.  He was
enjoying it.  We had passed the pain and were enveloped in the pleasure.  Jason
made fast, bursting gasps, with a high pitch sigh, with every thrust.  Looking
down at him, I saw him lost in ecstasy, eyes closed, mouth quivering and
grabbing for air.  I fucked him so hard that his whole body jolted with my
pounding thrusts and he looked like a rider on a bucking bronco, hanging on but
out of control.
	My orgasm approached quickly, watching my dick slide in and out of Jason's
anus, and as it rose, I began to fuck faster and harder, grunting loudly,
digging my fingers into his hips, bouncing us on the bed.
	"Oh yeah!" I gasped.
	"Oh yeah!" he panted back.
	Jason suddenly shouted out and his fingers curled into the bedspread.  His
ass tightened and his shoulders jerked with orgasmiic spasms.  At that moment,
Ishot my load inside him, holding my cock deep in him to deposit all of my cum.
The climax seemed to last forever and when it was over, I collapsed onto his
back, taking my weight on my elbows.  He panted below me, trying to catch his
breath, coming down.
	I rolled over onto our sides, my cock still embedded in his ass, and I ran
my hand down the front of him to feel the wetness on his dick.  I scooped it
onto a finger and licked it off.  Jason watched me with interest and smiled
warmly as if moved by the gesture.  I kissed him on the lips and he tasted his
own sperm.  He licked his lips and smiled.
	"Tastes okay", he said.
	We laid there on the bed for a while, not saying anything, holding hands,
fingers intertwined, until I eased my cock out of Jason's ass.  Jason rolled
over and looked me in the eye, his fingers in the hair on my chest.  I kissed
him on the lips and nuzzled him with my nose.
	"You okay?" I asked, touching his bottom softly.
	He nodded.
	"Did you like it?" I asked.
	He nodded vigorously and we both laughed. Then he got very serious.
	"Did you mean what you said?" he asked.
	"What did I say?"
	"That I'm your boy", he said.  "Like a boyfriend?"
	I nodded and held him closer.  I was blissfully happy. "That's right".
	"Then you're my man!"  He looked thrilled about it and he melted into me,
soaking me in, absorbing me.  He reached down and grabbed my cock.  "And this is
my cock.  It belongs to me!"  My dick, or his dick rather, stirred in his hand,
at his passionate words, and I couldn't believe that I was ready to go again.