Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 17:10:10 PDT
From: blake carrington <denvercarrington@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Aftermath (Dawson's Delight Part 3)

    ### I'm not connected to Dawson's Creek in any way. This is a fan
fiction story and isn't supposed to reflect on the sexual preferences
of the actors who play the characters. All characters are the
property of Sony and Outerbank Entertainment and copywrited to them.


     Dawson Leery stared out at the water and sighed for the
hundredth time. His mind was replaying every moment of the life
altering events of two days before and had been since the moment Jack
and Pacey had left his room that night.
     'As if I don't have enough angst in my life already!' Dawson
thought as he watched a sail boat making it's slowly along the water.
What was going on? He loved Joey, yes. He always had. But maybe it
wasn't in the way he'd thought. Certainly his feelings for Pacey,
which he'd always kept so well hidden (until Jack had caught him
stroking his cock and calling out Pacey's name in what he thought had
been an empty house), were much deeper than anything he felt for
Joey.
     Dawson sighed yet again. But the feelings were reversed,
somehow. He wanted Pacey in ways that he'd never wanted Joey, not
even during the all too brief time they'd been a couple. But Pacey...
it would never happen, that was for sure. Pacey was straight.
     Then, there was Jack. Dawson had never really liked Jack, which
had been obvious to everyone. Jack had stolen Joey away from him.
Yet, since Jack's coming out, Dawson had changed his opinion. Not
only because Jack was no longer a threat for Joey's affections, but
because he'd been amazed at Jack's courage and had felt a secret bond
towards him as a fellow gay teen.
     Jack. Dawson felt a stirring in his pants as he thought of all
they'd done together the other night. It had been fucking incredible!
But at the same time, for Dawson at any rate, there'd been no emotion
attached to it other than pleasure. Dawson had always thought his
first time would be with someone he loved. He didn't want to be the
type of person who'd sleep with anyone who was pleasing to the eye
and available. He didn't want to be a person like Chris Wolfe.
     Chris! Another complication! Chris hadn't requested a second
blowjob from Dawson and Jack yet, but it was only a matter of time.
Dawson felt torn between anger at being Chris's personal toy and
delight at the thought of sharing that incredible cock with Jack
again.
     "You look a million miles away, Dawson. Problems with the film?"
Jen's voice broke into his thoughts. He looked up to find his old
flame standing next to his table at the Ice House.
     "No, everything's fine with the film, Jen. You should know,
you're the producer," Dawson smiled. Jen smiled back and started to
sit down across from him. As she did, Dawson suddenly stiffened and
drew in his breath sharply.
     Jen turned her head, expecting to see Joey. She usually had that
sort of effect on Dawson, after all. Instead, she saw Jack walking
slowly towards their table.
     "Hey, Jack. Come join us," Jen called out.
     "Thanks," Jack said. He sat down in the seat next to Dawson and
smiled. "I didn't see you in school yesterday."
     "Really? I was there," Dawson said, looking back out at the
water. He wasn't sure how to act around Jack, not in the light of day
when they were both fully dressed, and he'd been avoiding him.
     Jen started up a conversation about one of their teachers.
Dawson pretended to listen to her and Jack exchanging opinions, but
his whole being was intensely focused on Jack's hand, which was
slowly rubbing Dawson's thigh through his jeans, causing him to
develop a major hardon.
     Dawson's mind was spinning out of control with the desires
Jack's manipulations were sending throughout his body. Finally, he
knew that if he didn't do something quickly, Jack would cause him to
cum in his jeans. Jen would be sure to notice if Dawson suddenly had
an orgasm, not to mention the fact that he'd have a stain on his
jeans for all the world to see.
     "I have to go!" Dawson suddenly grabbed his backpack, quickly
placing it over the tent in his pants. He stood up and started to
walk away. "I'll see you guys later," he called over his shoulder to
Jack and Jen.
     "He's acting really weird," Jen commented, watching Dawson's
departure with a curious look on her face.

     Dawson rushed home as quickly as he could. His mom would be at
the studio still, so he'd have plenty of time to pop in one of his
porn videos and relieve the stress Jack had created. He went in
through the back door and hurried up the stairs with just that
intention, but stopped in his tracks when he opened his bedroom door.
     "Hi," Chris smiled up at him. He was sprawled out on Dawson's
bed, the remote control in his hand as he flipped through the
channels on Dawson's tv.
     "What are you doing in my room?" Dawson asked, feeling again
that mixture of anger and desire.
     "Oh, I hope you don't mind. I used Joey's entrance," Chris
gestured towards the window. "I could really use one of those
blowjobs, man. Know where McPhee is?"
     "He's at the Ice House," Dawson said, dropping his book bag onto
a chair.
     "Too bad. I guess it'll just have to be you, then. That's okay,
McPhee's mouth is a treasure. It should only be used for special
occasions," Chris grinned.
     When Dawson didn't reply, Chris rolled his eyes and casually
unzipped his pants. "Come on, then. I don't have all day, man," Chris
said, gesturing towards his crotch.
     Dawson sighed and moved to the foot of his bed. "Are you going
to take your clothes off? Should I take mine off?" he asked,
wondering just how this was going to work.
     "No, you don't need to take your clothes off. I saw more than
enough of you the other day, Leery. Stop stalling and get up here,"
Chris replied.
     Dawson climbed onto the bed on his knees and moved forward. He
pushed his hand into the opening Chris had created by unzipping his
pants. Chris wasn't wearing any underwear, so Dawson's hand
immediately made contact with the warm, soft feeling of Chris's cock.
     "Cold hands, man!" Chris chided, smiling. He leaned back and
closed his eyes. "Don't just sit there touching it, dude. I know you
must be awed in the presence of my greatness, but get on with it!"
     Dawson pulled Chris's soft cock through the opening and leaned
forward, wrapping his lips around it. He ran his tongue across the
slit, eliciting a small moan from Chris.
     "That's it," Chris sighed, as his cock began to grow rapidly in
Dawson's hot mouth. The blonde teen began moving his head up and down
the massive pole, taking the few inches he could down his throat.
     "Yeah, Leery. Suck that cock. That's right, milk it," Chris
groaned, placing one hand on the back of Dawson's head and pushing
him down in an attempt to get him to swallow more of his dick.
     Dawson looked up at Chris, who's face was a mask of enjoyment,
though his eyes were still tightly closed. Dawson's cock, which had
been so eagerly anticipating a work out of it's own, was at full mast
again and pressing almost painfully against the front of his jeans.
     Keeping his mouth moving firmly up and down on the warm teen
meat between his lips, Dawson reached down and undid his  pants,
releasing his own cock through the front of his boxer shorts.
     After a few more minutes of steady sucking, Dawson suddenly felt
a burst against the roof of his mouth, followed immediately by the
hot, salty taste of Chris's seed. "Eat my cum, baby. Swallow every
drop," Chris moaned, holding Dawson's head down on his swollen member
as it finished spewing it's load.
     Dawson rolled to the side once he'd finished swallowing the
white juice and licking Chris's cock head clean. He felt a little
twinge of guilt at having been so used. Chris sat up slowly, and
folded his softening nine inches back into his jeans and zipping them
up.
     "Well, you're no Jack McPhee, Dawson. But you're not that bad,"
Chris smiled. He noticed for the first time Dawson's own cock,
standing at attention and dripping with precum. "Better take care of
that, man. I'll see you around," Chris smirked, grabbing his coat and
climbing quickly out the window.

     Jack walked as quickly as he could without actually running. He
liked Jen a lot, but he'd thought she'd never stop talking! He'd
wanted to follow Dawson immediately, but he hadn't been able to find
an opening to make his escape for several minutes.
     He just hoped Dawson hadn't already taken care of his hardon by
himself. But, if he had, Jack was sure that he could coax his lover
back up quickly enough. He smiled at the thought, feeling elated as
he thought of Dawson as his lover.
     As he reached the driveway, he stopped. Chris was pulling out in
his car and he slowly rolled down his window when he saw Jack.
     "Sorry McPhee, you're too late to blow me today. Better luck
next time," Chris grinned as he sped away. Jack shook his head in
amusement at Chris's arrogance. The good news was, Dawson probably
hadn't had a chance to get off yet, and after having Chris's enormous
meat down his throat, he'd probably be hornier than ever!
     Jack hurried towards the ladder and climbed quickly towards
Dawson's window. He smiled in delight at the sight awaiting him.
Dawson was laying back on his bed, his eyes on the television as one
hand rapidly stroked up and down on his hard love tool.
     Jack tapped lightly on the glass, causing Dawson to jump up and
release his meat as he quickly switched off the porno playing on his
television. When he saw who it was, Dawson's look of worry changed to
one of excitement.
     "Jack, I'm glad you're here. I could really use some help with
this," he gestured to his hardon. "Chris is a real jerk, you know?
Besides, you're the one who got this started."
     "No problem, Dawson. That's why I'm here," Jack smiled, climbing
inside. Jack quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his
pants, kicking them over to join the pile of clothes Dawson had
discarded after Chris left.
     Dawson sat back down on his bed and moved up until his back was
resting against the headboard. Jack, fully naked, smiled down at him
from the foot of the bed before climbing slowly up to him, kissing
his way slowly up Dawson's legs.
     Dawson groaned as Jack's mouth found his cock. Jack ran his
tongue across it's tip, lapping up the sweet precum, and then slowly
ran his tongue up and down the sensitive underside of it like it was
a lollipop.
     "Poor Dawson. You give Chris a blowjob and he doesn't even
return the favor. You poor boy. You need to be treated better than
that," Jack grinned. Dawson smiled sexily, eager to be treated to the
orgasm his aching cock and balls wanted so badly.
     "Can I fuck you again, Jack?" Dawson asked, his hormones
controlling every thought.
     "Only if you lube me up first," Jack smiled. Dawson turned his
head to look for the lotion, but Jack quickly reached out and took
hold of Dawson's chin, turning his face back towards him.
     "Not like that," Jack smiled. He turned around, his tight ass
suddenly in front of Dawson's face. Dawson stared at it for a moment,
uncertain. But Jack began to work his mouth up and down on his meat
once again, and Dawson knew he had to get off before he went crazy.
     Darting his tongue quickly outwards, Dawson began to gently lick
around Jack's tight, pink asshole. After a few seconds, Dawson rolled
his tongue and pressed it forward. Jack moaned as he felt it slip
inside of his ass and begin to move back and forth.
     "Ah, Dawson. That feels so good," Jack sighed. "I want you so
bad." Jack turned around again, wanting to feel Dawson's hard cock
inside of him. He quickly lowered his ass down on the throbbing
member and gasped as it pushed past his ass's defenses.
     Dawson laid back and let the sensations wash over him as Jack
rode his cock, increasing the speed with each passing second. "Oh,
Jack. God, that feels so incredible. Ride me, man," Dawson grunted.
Jack began to bounce up and down very quickly, stroking his own cock
as he did so.
     Finally, Dawson felt the awaited orgasm arrive. As his jizz
began to shoot it's way into Jack's ass, Dawson shouted out Jack's
name at the top of his lungs. At the same moment, Jack's cock erupted
all over Dawson's chest and face, some of the cum shooting into
Dawson's mouth as he shouted.
     Both teens collapsed, breathing heavily. "That.....was.....hot,"
Dawson gasped between breaths.
     "Dawson....that..was.....the best....ever," Jack smiled.
"I...love you." He leaned over and licked some of his cum off of
Dawson's chest and then laid his cheek against the warm skin, feeling
more content that he ever had. Dawson was all his!
     Dawson felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach. He didn't love
Jack! He liked him, but that was it. Jack was the only guy he could
show this side of himself to, though, the only guy he could have
this incredible sexual release with. And what was love, anyway? It
wasn't like he could be with Pacey, whom he did love.
     Thinking of Pacey, Dawson smiled. His best friend would probably
tell him, should he ever be aware of the thoughts Dawson was having
at this moment, that he was over analyzing things. He should just
relax and enjoy the ride, right? But then why did he feel so guilty?


#######That's part 3. Hope you enjoyed it. I'd like to ask everyone
to write me with a suggestion for the direction the story should
take. I'm interested in your opinions and would like some ideas!
Write to denvercarrington@hotmail.com