Date: Fri, 15 May 2009 08:14:04 -0700
From: Data Fever <data2fever@gmail.com>
Subject: Jase Part 1

     "Hey, Jase!"

     I looked up and saw my father standing in the doorway of my bedroom.
I removed my headphones before responding, "What's up?"

     "Mr. Johnson is on the phone. He has a job for you."

     I was a little surprised. Mr. Johnson was calling me? I thought
perhaps he might want me to mow his lawn or something - I do things like
that every now and then for some of the neighbors. But Mr. Johnson wasn't
a neighbor; he lived several miles outside of this small town in which I
live. I put down my headphones, turned off my portable CD player, walked
to the kitchen and picked up the phone.

     "Hello?"

     "Hi, Jason. This is Mr. Johnson. Do you remember me?"

     I blushed at the question. Remember you? Cripes, I fantasize about
you almost every day. "Sure, you were my algebra teacher last year."

     "Great. Well, I talked with your father, and he said he's okay with
this if you are. I need some help for the next two days. I'm replacing
siding on my house and it's a two man job. I thought about who I knew
that might be available and you came to mind."

     "Ummm... sure, but I don't know anything about putting up siding."

     "You don't have to. You only have to be an extra pair of hands to
help hold things in place. I was thinking I could pay you a hundred
dollars for the job. Does that sound okay?"

     "Ummm... sure." Whoa! A hundred bucks for a couple of days' work?
Holy shit! And I get to spend two whole days with the person I fantasize
about more than anyone else?

     "Great! You do know where I live, don't you? Do you have a way to
get out here or should I come to pick you up?"

     "Yeah, I know where you live. It's no problem; I can ride my bike
out there."

     "Super! Say about eight o'clock tomorrow morning?"

     "Yeah, I'll be there. Thanks, Mr. Johnson."

     I hung up the phone and rushed into the living room. "Hey dad! Mr.
Johnson wants me to help him replace the siding on his house for a couple
of days. Is that all right?"

     "Of course it is, Jase. It will be good for you to do something
besides sit around the house all day."

     I skipped back to my bedroom and immediately began to think about
how I would spend the money. There was a poster I wanted to get. And some
new T-shirts. And a new pair of tennis shoes. Maybe even an iPod. I
smiled to myself as I realized I could spend a whole lot more that what
I was going to receive.

     As I crawled into bed that evening, it wasn't the money that
occupied my thoughts - it was Mr. Johnson himself. Mr. Johnson had been
my Algebra teacher last year when I was a freshman. He made the subject
interesting and it quickly became my favorite class.

     Mr. Johnson wasn't that old either, probably not even twenty-five.
I thought he was very good looking as did most of the girls in the
school. My favorite days had been when he wore a short-sleeved shirt. His
arms were tanned and slightly hairy. Not overly muscular but not thin
either. Some days I spent more time thinking about those arms wrapped
around me than I did paying attention to the lesson.

     I still remember Valentine's Day. I had brought a Valentine card for
Mr. Johnson. When I got to the classroom, I had forgotten about the card.
Then I saw some of the girls dropping their Valentine cards on his desk.
I was about to get my card out when I noticed that it was only girls,
none of the boys. I think I saved myself some embarrassment by not giving
him the card then.

     After school, I slipped the card under his locked door. I hadn't
signed it. I had only put my first initial on it. The next day, I noticed
that he looked slowly around the classroom at the start of class. When
his eyes met mine, he paused and gave his head a very slight nod. I had
popped a boner right then just thinking about the special way he had
picked me out of the class.

      Anyway, as I was saying, before I went to bed, I fantasized about
being in Mr. Johnson's arms, about having his hands caress my body. Maybe
it was because I knew that I would be spending so much time with him, but
my orgasm seemed extra intense.

     I swore at the alarm clock when it woke me up at six o'clock in the
morning. I mean, can't a guy even sleep in during summer vacation? Then
I remembered why I had set the alarm in the first place and I quickly
got out of bed.

     I decided it would take me about thirty minutes to ride my bike out
to Mr. Johnson's house, so my plan was to leave at seven-thirty. As I
was getting ready, it occurred to me that perhaps it would be possible
to spend the night at Mr. Johnson's. Wow! That sounded exciting. I
grabbed by backpack and threw in everything I would need for an overnight
stay. If it didn't happen, there would be nothing lost.

     As I pedaled my bicycle down the gravel road, I thought about my
life in this small town in which I live. One of the nicest aspects was
that I knew all of the other kids in the whole high school and a lot of
the kids from the grade school. (After all, there were only nine other
kids in my grade). The hardest part was being attracted to other guys.
It just wasn't cool to be gay.

     There was a rumor that Ralph, a senior, was gay. I didn't know if
it was true or not, but I did know that Ralph was the butt of a lot of
jokes. I definitely did not want my classmates to find out I was
attracted to guys.

     Mr. Johnson lived several miles out of town but I encountered no
traffic on the country road. The farmers were probably still taking care
of morning chores and this wasn't a road that led to anywhere but farms.
Except for Mr. Johnson's house, which used to be a farmhouse, but the
surrounding land had all been sold to neighboring farmers.

     As I turned my bicycle up Mr. Johnson's long driveway, I was about
five minutes ahead of schedule. I dropped my bike by the front door,
walked up the steps and knocked. There was no answer so I knocked again
louder.

     About a half minute later, Mr. Johnson walked around the side of
the house. "Ah, Jason. Good to see you. I was just getting things set up
for us. Come on, let's get going."

     I hesitated a moment, wondering whether to bring my backpack with
me, or just leave it on the front porch. Not wanting to look foolish, I
quickly took it off and left it with my bike. Then I followed Mr. Johnson
to where the work would begin.

     When we stopped for lunch, I was glad of the break. My shoulders
were already getting tired from having to hold up boards. I hadn't
realized that just holding up a piece of siding while waiting for Mr.
Johnson to get it nailed into place would be such hard work.

     "So, what do you have in your backpack?"

     Mr. Johnson's question took me by surprise. I felt a little foolish
about my plan to stay the night. I bit my lower lip before explaining
that I thought it might be easier if I spent the night with him instead
of biking back to town.

     Mr. Johnson nodded at that suggestion and my anxiety eased
considerably. I was looking forward to spending even more time with the
man of my fantasies.

     Late that afternoon, Mr. Johnson stretched his arms back and said,
"All right, Jason, I think this is a good stopping place for the day. Can
you get all the wood scraps picked up and put into the scrap bin? The
longer stuff you can put back with the rest and get it covered up with
the tarp again. Then walk around and see if there are any nails that need
to get picked up. Okay?"

     "Ummm... sure, Mr. Johnson." I was dead sore and had wanted to do
nothing but plop down and be a zombie for several hours.

     I watched as Mr. Johnson went into the house, then I set about to
clean up the area. I struggled to get the tarp over the unused siding,
but I finally managed. I wanted Mr. Johnson to be proud of how good a job
I could do.

     I looked around and felt pretty good at how well I had cleaned up.
Just then, Mr. Johnson came out. He looked around and smiled at me.

     "Hey, great job, Jason. Can I keep you?"

     My heart beat faster and I felt great at his compliment. I was glad
I had taken the time to do a good job. I noticed Mr. Johnson had taken a
shower. He had also replaced his work clothes with a polo shirt and
shorts. My heart fluttered when I saw him dressed like that. I thought
about what it would be like to put my hand on his bare leg.

     "Okay, I've set out a towel for you. Go ahead and grab a shower and
I'll get dinner cooked."

     I nodded to Mr. Johnson and went inside. I got clean clothes from my
backpack and popped into the shower - the same shower that Mr. Johnson
had just been in. As I washed, I fantasized about what it would be like
to take a shower with Mr. Johnson. I was soon rock hard and was just
beginning the process of taking care of my needs when Mr. Johnson rapped
on the bathroom door.

     "Jason, dinner is almost ready. Don't take too long, okay?"

     That made me nervous. I wondered if Mr. Johnson knew what I had been
doing. "Yeah, I'm almost done. Be right there."

     I aborted my jack-off session and quickly got out of the shower. I
got dressed and joined Mr. Johnson for dinner. We talked about the
upcoming school year and I was delighted to learn that Mr. Johnson would
be teaching my Geometry class.

     After dinner, I helped wash the dishes. Then we moved into the
living room. I flopped myself into a big armchair while Mr. Johnson
turned on the television and sat down on the couch. I immediately gave
myself a mental kick for choosing the armchair. Stupid me! If I had sat
on the couch, I would be sitting next to Mr. Johnson right now, but I
didn't see any way to conveniently change. I couldn't even claim that I
would be able to see the TV better, as the armchair provided the best
possible view.

     I'm not too sure how long I lasted, but I was too tired to stay
awake. Mr. Johnson noticed my sleepiness and suggested that I get to bed.
That woke me up a bit as I had a quick fantasy of sleeping in Mr.
Johnson's bed. When Mr. Johnson led me to a guest bedroom, I was
disappointed.

     As Mr. Johnson watched, I pulled off my T-shirt and climbed into bed
wearing my cut-offs. Once I was under the covers, I removed my cut-offs
and dropped them on the floor beside the bed.

     "So, how do you feel after putting in a hard day's work?"

     I felt a lot of pride at Mr. Johnson's tacit acknowledgment of the
effort I had made. I smiled at Mr. Johnson and replied, "Pretty good.
Except my shoulders are really sore."

     Mr. Johnson nodded his head. "That's not too surprising. Would you
like a bit of a massage?"

     I wasn't sure I had heard right. Was he really asking if I wanted
his hands rubbing my body? I nodded my response.

     Mr. Johnson sat down on the edge of the bed. "Roll over onto your
stomach, my young man, and I will ease your aching muscles personally."

     I did as he instructed and noticed that Mr. Johnson pulled the
covers down to my butt. Mr. Johnson's fingers soothed my sore shoulders
and I became quite sleepy. I was only vaguely aware of Mr. Johnson's
hands as they massaged my back.  Then I fell asleep.

     My fantasy became my dream. I really enjoy my dreams when they are
erotic. I rolled over and Mr. Johnson massaged my chest. I wondered if
Mr. Johnson could see that I had an erection. Then one of Mr. Johnson's
hands slid under the sheet and caressed my legs.

     As I floated in my dream-fantasy, I could not imagine it could ever
be any better. Mr. Johnson's hands moved closer and closer to my crotch.
I knew that there was no longer a sheet covering me. In fact, as Mr.
Johnson's hands neared my straining pole, I knew that I was no longer
wearing any underwear. Such is the nature of dreams.

     When Mr. Johnson's hand finally wrapped around my rigid manhood, I
quickly found myself at the bursting point. It took only a few strokes
before I exploded into an orgasm that sent my love juice spraying over
my chest and stomach. And I sank into a deep, dreamless sleep.