Date: Thu, 1 Aug 2019 20:18:52 -0700 From: JustMe Subject: Jackson Pt 1 The following story is fiction. It involves scenes of a sexual nature between an adult man and a teenage boy. If this is not your thing, please move along. I want to give special recognition to the blog, https://speedychopslover.blogspot.com/ for the inspiration fro this story. As always, if you enjoy these stories then support Nifty. Jackson, Pt 1 I can't believe I'm going to write this down. If you had suggested a month ago that I would find myself in this position I would have thought you were absolutely nuts. I still haven't figured out how it came to this, which is why I've decided to write it down, see if I can make any sense of it. I'm a 36 year-old married man living in the suburbs with my wife and our dog and cat. My wife and I met in our first year of college and when we graduated we decided to get married and settle down into a typical suburban family life. Unfortunately we haven't had much luck in the baby department. I would have been fine with adopting but my wife was not keen on the idea, so we weighed our options and decided to get a dog instead. Our neighborhood is pretty typical for a suburban town. Or at least it was until a few weeks ago when my neighbor's son Jackson decided to challenge me to a game of one on one basketball. Jackson is 15, plays soccer at the local high school, and occasionally likes to shoot baskets with me in my driveway. I've known him since he was just a baby and we often hang out with his family on the weekend with a BBQ or dinner. Until recently Jackson called me Mr. Thompson but a year or so ago I asked him to call me by my first name, Greg. It was after work and my wife was in the house getting dinner ready (it was her turn, we usually switch off). Since it was a nice day but not too hot, I decided to shoot some hoops to get out of the house. I had been out for about 15 minutes, shooting baskets shirtless when Jackson walked up behind me, startling me for a second. "Hi Greg", he said I whirled around with the basketball in my hands. "Oh, hi Jackson" I said and then threw the ball to him. He bounced it twice and made a shot but clipped it off the backboard and it bounced out toward the street. Did I mention that Jackson wasn't great at basketball? Might have something to do with him only being 5'8". I've seen him play soccer though, and he's definitely good at that. As he ran after the ball I hollered out "looks like you need some practice". In response, he dribbled the ball back to the net and sunk a three-pointer, chiding me, "you were saying?" I laughed because we both knew it was a lucky shot. We played a little longer when Jackson said he wanted to ask me something. Just then my wife called out to me that dinner was ready so I told him to meet me in my back yard at 7:30. He asked if my wife was going to be there since it was somewhat personal, and I assured him that she would not be. It did pique my curiosity though, since personal questions were not the norm between us. I was hoping it wasn't trouble with his folks. After dinner I cleaned the dishes and grabbed a beer. Sitting down at the patio table I fished my phone out of my pocket to entertain myself waiting to see if Jackson would show up. He did arrive, though a little late. Apologizing, he explained that dinner at his house was a bit late so he ate as quickly as he could so that he could be over on time. I told him not to worry about it, I was just fidgeting with my phone. And, what was it that he wanted to talk to me about? He started off slow, sort of stuttered saying "Some of the kids at school are talking about this special drink that can temporarily make you have girl parts. Do you know what I mean?" I can't believe this kids is asking me about Cunt Juice. Why would a 15 year old boy care about that anyway? Oh shit, I didn't figure him as gay. "Jackson, don't you think you should talk to your father about this instead?" As if anticipating this would be my answer, he quickly apologized. "I'm sorry Greg, I realize I shouldn't have asked you. Its just that I can't really talk to my dad about this kind of stuff and thought that maybe you wouldn't mind answering a couple of questions." "Well Jackson, I don't know much about it myself, only what I've read about on the Internet. As I understand it, that can be some dangerous stuff if you don't get the real deal. I've even heard that some guys get addicted to it and can't stop taking it. And you do know that the effect can become permanent, right?" "Permanent? As in you'll lose your junk forever?" "Yeah, you'll have a permanent vagina and all the rest of the female sex organs. I've even heard of dudes getting pregnant. Crazy stuff. You aren't thinking about experimenting with this stuff, are you?" "Oh no, it's just that I heard about it and I just had some questions." "Jackson, I'm going to ask you a question, and I apologize if it offends you. Are you gay?" "No!", he protested, then "well, I mean, I like girls and stuff. But sometimes I also think about guys. Maybe I'm bi?" I furled my brow. I've heard the 'bi today, gay tomorrow' line before. Still, it wasn't something I thought I should be involved in. "Jackson, you really should talk to your parents about this" "They would freak! Dad's not exactly the most open minded person and my mom just goes along with what he says." Sadly, I knew that was true. Although I'm sure his dad would eventually come around, dealing with that isn't something any 15 year old wants to do. "Well, Jackson. I really think you should stay away from that stuff. I sure hope kids your age aren't messing around with it. But I do want you to promise me that if you do decide to do it, you come talk to me about it first, ok? And no, I'm not suggesting that you should." "Ok Greg" "Promise me Jackson?" "Sure, I promise. I was more curious than anything, I didn't actually want to try it" "Ok, Jackson. Wanna go shoot some more hoops before it gets dark?"