Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2019 16:20:52 -0400 From: JustMe Subject: Jackson Pt 7 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 for this story. If you enjoy having this resource, please consider a donation to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Hi guys, it took me a little bit to come up with this next two parts,but here they are. Thanks everyone who contacted me and let me know they are enjoying the story. Here is Jackson, Pt 7 The first thing I needed to do was talk with Jackson. I needed to see if he was still interested in me (although I was positive that he was). I also wanted to lay down some ground rules and make sure he was ok with them before we agreed to get together again. On Saturday morning I was working in my garage, hoping to catch Jackson. Hope wasn't necessary because as soon as Jackson saw me he came over to say hi. "Hey Greg, got anything going on today?" "No, ws just going to do some work around the house, maybe go for a walk a little later." "Oh cool, mind if I join you? I don't have anything else going on today other than my mom says I have to clean my room and help Jordan fix his bike". "Sure, I'd appreciate the company,'' I replied. I was actually pretty happy he suggested tagging along as it would give me a chance to talk to him about getting together again. "What time are you going?", he asked "Well, what time do you think you'll be done with your room and helping Jordan?" "Should be done after lunch" "Alright, let's say 2:00. I'm going over to Founders Park since they have an off leash area for the dog. "Awesome, I'll be here" "Sounds good Jackson, see you later". Two o'clock rolled around and like clockwork Jackson was at the front door. "Hold up, let me get the dog and grab his leash", I said. Putting the dog in the back I motioned for Jackson to take the front seat. "So, how has summer treated you so far?" I asked him as we drove to the park. "Eh, a little boring. Mom makes me stay at home and watch Jordan. I could take him with me but who wants a 13 year-old tagging along?" "I hear you. I have a little brother too. Though I'm sure as you get older you'll get along better. At least me and my brother do now though when he was a kid he drove me crazy. Always going into my room and taking my stuff. We used to fight all the time but now we get along great. And his two kids think I'm the greatest uncle ever. Come to think of it, I am their only uncle, haha" "Well, I can't imagine that Jordan and I will ever get along. He annoys the shit out of me and is constantly whining to my parents when he doesn't get his way. "I hear ya, though don't be surprised when you both get older that he'll be less annoying. Honestly, having a brother is awesome now that Tim is grown up. Well. Looks like we are here. Hopefully I can find a place to park". I spotted a place with relative ease, let the dog out and leashed him. "How about we walk over on that trail over there", I said, pointing in the direction of a trail that I knew was wooded and not heavily used. "Sure, Greg. Lead the way!" With the dog walking in front of us we began walking out past the Gazebo and restrooms and into the wooded trail. I sensed that I would have to speak up first, and so I did. "So, Jackson. I know I'm late but have still been thinking about what to get you for your birthday." His eyes lit up immediately with what I could only imagine was hope that his present would somehow include me. And indeed it did, only he didn't know it yet. And least not that I knew of. "Well so I thought of a lot of corny things to get a 16 year-old for his birthday and then decided, why not just get him what he wants. So, unless I've really missed the mark, I'm getting you what you want......me." "Really Greg?", he asked in anticipation. "Yes, but there are some ground rules that we have to set and you have to agree with them. You might not like them", I warned him. "Rules? Like, what kind of rules?" "Well, the first rule is that, like last time, I will be the one to take the juice." I had decided on this not only because it was something that I wanted, but also because I felt it would be less emotional for Jackson. I had already felt the pull of feelings after taking the CJ and being intimate with Jackson. I can't imagine how that would play with a teen's mind. He looked a little disappointed but not so much that he was willing to risk protesting. "Ok, what other rules?" "I want you to understand that this is very risky for me. And I want you to agree that you will use a condom and that you will not come inside of me. I mean, you have to pull out before you come. You have to agree to that." With the sudden realization of what was actually being proposed, his eyes lit up and he quickly replied, "ok, yes, I'll use a condom and I will pull out. Anything else?" "Yes Jackson, and this is the most important thing. I want you to understand that I am risking my marriage to do this. And that after taking CJ I become emotionally vulnerable. I want you to agree, absolutely agree, that this will be the last time we get together like this. That you promise me you will never approach me again for sex and if I approach you, you will understand that I am emotionally vulnerable and you will tell me no. I need you to promise me that you will do this. Jackson, look at me in the eye and tell me you understand and that you will do as I say." With all of the seriousness of an adult, he looked at me in the eye and said "Yes, Greg. I do understand that this is risky for you . And I do promise that I will never again ask you for sex or even agree to it if you ask me. I don't like this one, I don't like it at all. But yes, I agree." "Thank you" I replied. He responded as an adult would and I believed him. We would certainly discuss this again before the final act, but I felt that I could trust Jackson to keep his word and that any problems that I might have after the fact were mine alone to deal with. "Greg?", Jackson asked "Yes?" I replied "Um, so when are we going to do this?" "Well, Sheila will be out of town next weekend so I thought that would be the best time. I don't want your folks to know that you are spending the night with me. Do you think you could come up with something to tell them?" "Heck yeah!", he said. "I'll tell them I'm staying over at Charlie's place to go to the beach on Sunday. We've done that a ton of times so I don't think they'll get suspicious." "Great. How about you come over next Saturday afternoon then? Say 5? Not sure what we'll do all night (I was pretty sure what we'd be doing all night) but let's make a night of it and see how it goes down. "That's great!", he exclaimed. "Listen, Greg, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, Jackson" "Greg, are you gay now?" I had to think a minute before answering. My first instinct was to shout "No!", but I knew that would be a weak answer that didn't convey the entire truth. Up until a few weeks ago, I would have absolutely stated that. But since then I'd been kissed and touched by another male and now I was planning on growing a vagina so that I could feel what it was like to be fucked. I still loved my wife and I still found women attractive, but something happened to change my perspective on sexuality. Actually, it didn't change, it just expanded. So, I answered honestly. "No, Jackson, I'm not gay. I have not lost my attraction for women, I've just gained a new attraction for men. Since taking the juice I've found that I have thoughts I never had before. Thoughts that I'm sure you can relate to. I guess that makes me bisexual, I don't know. And I'm fine with not putting a label on it. All I know is that I enjoyed our intimacy and I want to explore it again, take it a little further. But I also need to set boundaries for myself to make sure that I don't find myself in a place I never intended to be. I don't know, maybe this is too much for a guy your age to understand." "No, Greg, I do understand." "Ok, good", I responded. I wasn't sure how much he did actually understand, but I was happy with his answers and the level of his response. "Greg, one more thing" "Sure, Jackson, what is it" "Well, the last time we were together, you took the juice but I didn't get to see how it changed you. Do you think it's possible that I could watch this time?" It took a minute for it to register that Jackson was asking to watch the Pussy Juice transform my cock and balls into a vagina. I felt a little uncomfortable about that, but then realized that it was that same vagina that I was anticipating him putting his dick into. And then suddenly the whole thing seemed silly and I answered "Yes, we can do that". "Cool", he said. We walked for another hour, chatting about things other than sex, but the tension between us was in the air. This boy that I had known since he was in diapers was vexing me in a way I couldn't understand, and it was beyond absurd what we were planning. I swore to myself after this time I would never again to succumb to the temptations of being taken by another man. And it was something that I hoped that I could adhere to.