Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 20:42:56 -0800 From: East Bay Barber Subject: Jason, chapter 4 Chapter 4 I turned the shower back on, and stepped under it. I turned to Jason and said, "Come in here, boy. You're going to clean me up some. And clean me down, come to think of it. Start on my ass, boy, while I'm shampooing myself." I turned my back on Jason and picked up the shampoo. Jason hesitated behind me, like he was trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. Finally he picked up the soap and a wash cloth and got down on his knees. I felt the soft touch as he started wiping away the sweat and grime and whatever around my ass. My cock hardened yet again as I felt Jason reach beneath me to clean my perineum. "Spread my cheeks and make sure you get in there. Do a good job, if you know what's good for you. Your tongue is going to be up there later." Now THAT gave Jason pause. Then I felt him scrubbing harder-that felt good-and I felt my cheeks being pulled apart yet wider as he made sure to clean in there as far as he thought his tongue could reach. "Let me know when you're done," I called down to Jason on his knees, "So I can turn around and let you do my front." I'd mostly finished with my hair and face, and was working my way down my chest. I stopped to play with my tits a bit-may as well since I had the time. Finally Jason called up, "I'm done, Sir. Please turn around." I turned around. My jutting cock just about his Jason in the face. "Do my crotch," I commanded. I stopped cleaning myself and leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs. I watched as Jason carefully soaped up the bit of trimmed hair I'd left above my cock-my cock itself and balls were totally devoid of hair-I like the feel, especially when a hot stud like Jason has his mouth on them. Jason scrubbed and soaped and cleaned as I watched. I could feel myself dripping, but the pre-cum was lost amongst the water drops and wash cloth. Jason looked up after a bit and said, "It's clean, Sir." I called down to him, "Maybe you'd better check with your tongue and mouth to make sure you got off all the grime and soap." Jason sort of bowed his head, then set the washcloth and soap aside. I felt his hot breath on my cock as he leaned forward. "Start by licking AROUND my cock," I ordered. Jason started licking the area between my navel and cock. Whatever else one said about him, Jason had a long, sensuous tongue. It licked my soft belly, working its way down towards the top of my cock. He reached his hand up to take hold of my cock to push it out of the way. "No hands!" I told him. So Jason's nose tickled the side of my cock as he licked first one side then the other. I kind of scooched down and spread my legs a bit more. "Do behind my balls, then make love to my balls," I said. "And be gentled," I added, "I still have to punish you for your attitude all week. Your balls would NOT like it if you are not nice to mine right now." That was enough warning. Jason's tongue tickled and brushed the skin beneath my balls. I started moaning. Jason took that as a good sign-he was right-and he kept at it. The pre-cum flowed and flowed. He moved his head back; his tongue started lapping and tickling the underside of my balls. I was in heaven! I LOVE my balls to be licked and sucked on (and played with and worked over and tugged on and pulled at, if the truth be told). Jason opened his mouth and slowly sucked in my left ball. He ran his tongue around and over it. I asked him later if he'd done that before. He said not, but that he'd always wanted to. Such man sex as he had had was being fucked in either one end or the other. Never "making love" or "being made love to." He was a natural, though, as good a teaballer as I'd ever felt. And over the next few weeks, with all the practice he had, he only got better! Jason let my left ball slip out of his mouth, and went to work on the right one. Then he got BOTH of my balls in his mouth, no mean feat since he couldn't use his hands and my balls are rather large. Incidentally, Jason's mouth was hardly large enough to accommodate them both. Had I not been into ball work, soft AND HARD, the inherent pressure would have been just too much. As it was, I thought it felt GREAT; I was in major danger of cumming on the spot! I was close enough, and tired of the shower, that I decided I may as well finish in the shower so that we could go out and play properly, so to speak. "Do my cock," I said, "Make love to it like you were doing to my balls." A grateful Jason just about attacked my cock. I looked down and noticed that he was working on his own cock as he sucked on mine. His hand was almost a blur as he worked his cock up and down. Now THAT would never do. Suddenly I kicked him-luckily I was barefoot-right smack in the nuts. Not hard, mind you, but hard enough that he stopped his jerking off and almost lost his hard on. "You can play IF and WHEN I say," I told him. "Lucky for you I have just the thing to keep a boy out of trouble." I had a chastity device which I'd picked up some where, I think at a gag gift exchange at a Christmas party. The thing included a variety of metal tubes and rings and spikes and such, and of course rings that could be locked together. I'd never had it on, and I'd only tested it once-on the guy who'd brought it to the party. Now THAT had made for one unhappy guy, since the party was an orgy and I'd just happened to have a lock in my pocket! The guy had claimed to be 100% top, but not THAT night, with all of those horny guys and he with his cock bent almost double and his balls squeezed together in the attached cage. But it was fun for us! And now I had yet another guy I could punish with it. But that would be later. With my concentrating on keeping Jason out of trouble my own cock had started to go down. "Work on my balls some more," I ordered. "When I'm close to cumming, you can suck on my cock. Tonight's your lucky night. I haven't cum in three or four days, so I have a couple of big loads in me. You can swallow one now. The other one can go up your ass in a few minutes (this was in the pre-AIDS days, so everyone fucked bareback). Jason opened his mouth and got one of my balls in. He started sucking to get the other one in. At last it kind of squeezed its way in-ooh that hurt so much, but in a GOOD hurting way (at least if you have tough balls like mine, and like them worked on). Jason sucked and worked his tongue over and around my orbs trapped in his mouth. H leaned his head back a little, to ease the strain on his neck. The tugging almost sent me into orbit. I guess Jason heard my moaning, since he alternated then between working close in and stretching my nuts away from my body. I felt myself getting close-real close-so I told him so. Reluctantly (well, I was reluctant!) Jason let my balls go and started munching down on my cock. Now, I'm not hung like a horse, only seven and a half inches, but with a nice mushroom head (or so I've been told on more than one occasion). I don't know how much experience Jason actually ha sucking cocks, but he sure did a number on mine. He was most of the way down the shaft, with his tongue swirling around and over and felling of so yummy, like it had felt on my balls. I felt the cum boiling up from my nuts, so I grabbed Jason head with both my hands and rammed my cock the rest of the way down his throat. And came. God did I cum, like I hadn't cum in weeks! Four, then five spurts of jism erupted from my cock and disappeared, so I could feel, down Jason's throat. Jason must have been just about drowning in my cum; he suddenly took his hands and started pushing, so gently but insistently on my hips as he tried to pull his head back from where his nose was buried against my belly. Since I didn't want him to drown I let him pull his head back from, but not off, my cock. After I came I had Jason clean my cock and balls while I rinsed off. We got out of the shower together and toweled off. By then I was hard again (Jason was also), so I said, "Let's go. Time to get me off again. I want to see how tight your Canadian ass is. And if you do a good job squeezing my cock, maybe I'll get YOU off. Actually, I KNEW I would. I may like fucking, and getting a blow job, but I also like sucking on a smooth cock and balls, especially if they're attached to a young buck like Jason. I headed for Jason's bedroom-no sense messing up MY sheets. When we got there I ordered, "Lube up your ass and my cock and get on your back." Jason passed the first test; he had lube. He had to look through a couple of drawers to find the tube, so I knew I was his first fuck since he'd started working at our place. Jason worked a glob of lube up his asshole, then spread some on my cock. I slapped his hand when he started working it over the tip of my cock; a couple of minutes of that and I would have spurted onto the floor instead of up his ass. I told him, "Get on your back and assume the position!" It was obvious he knew what "the position" was. Jason got on his back. His cock was jutting out-how yummy it looked. Well, there'd be time for that later. Jason spread his legs and got them up in the air, and held them there as I positioned myself on my knees in front of them. I aimed my cock at Jason's ass and leaned forward. My cock slipped right in, all the way to the hilt, my belly flush against Jason's backside. I took hold of his ankles and spread them comfortably and waited a moment for Jason to adjust to my penetration. Jason sighed, then I felt his sphincter tightening around my cock. Boy did that feel great. I pulled back, sliding the length of my cock along the tight ring of muscles, feeling the friction on my skin. I shoved forward, massaging the skin. Out and in I worked my cock, pulling it almost out of Jason's ass before sliding it in to the hilt. Then starting the cycle over, nice and slowly, nice and easy. Jason started panting with pleasure. He reached for his cock and I slapped his hand away, again. "Keep that up, boy, and I'll lock your cock up and not let you come 'til October." Since that was three months away, Jason stopped. I guess he took me kind of seriously, as well he should. I would have locked his cock up, sure enough. I kept up a steady rhythm, not too fast and not too hard. I prefer a slow, comfortable screw, not a quick "get your rocks off fuck. I'm also not a tough top, banging the bottom hard as I can to show him who's boss. Jason knew I was the boss. Also, it was as important to me that he was enjoying what I was doing as that I did. Well, ALMOST as important, anyway. By the meowing sounds, and the pearly drops of pre-cum at the tip of a cock hard enough to scratch glass with, I could tell that Jason WAS enjoying himself. I sure was, as I slid my cock in and out, like clockwork. An occasional "Tighten up your ass" was all I had to say. Well, I could have kept that up for an hour or two, and would have, too, but it was getting late. And tomorrow WAS a work day. So I said, "It's time for me to finish, so we can work on YOU." Jason squeezed harder on my cock, and I quickened my pace. Not harder, mind you, just quicker. Now I started making noises, as I felt the cum boiling around in my balls and getting ready to move. I moved yet faster, sliding my cock in and out of Jason's ass, rubbing, feeling the friction, feeling the pleasure building up in my balls, building up until I couldn't stand it. I pushed my cock in, and pushed more, like I was trying to ram my cock up to Jason's throat. I gave a yell as I came. Three, no four, times I felt my cock swelling as the cum filled my piss tube and shot up Jason's ass. God did that feel great as Jason instinctively tightened his muscles around my cock and held it as I came. Just like that it was over. I felt my cock softening. I pulled out, then stayed behind Jason catching my breath. I looked around for something to wipe my dirty cock on. One of Jason's tee shirts lay on the corner of his bed in easy reach, so I grabbed it. Jason, of course, did not say anything as I wiped off my cock and balls and belly. "Next time, have a clean, damp cloth waiting for me, boy." I tossed the dirty shirt in the general direction of Jason's closet. I knew that next time Jason WOULD have a damp towel waiting. Jason, of course, just lay there, waiting for whatever was next.