Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2011 11:38:25 -0400
From: wildwing66@hotmail.com
Subject: Jason's Dilemma  -  Chapter 2

It was exactly a week later when I saw him again.  Once more I was on my
dock, this time sipping my morning coffee.  I was intently gazing through
my binoculars at a small rocky island some one hundred and fifty feet or so
into the lake in front of my cabin.  Heathcliff and Gertrude, two
Ring-billed Gulls, had set up shop for the third year in a row.  I figured
Gertrude was already on her eggs.  It was Molly of course that broke my
concentration making me realize I had company.

This time Jason boldly strode across the clearing with a wave of his hand,
an ear to ear grin and a friendly, "Hi, Mr. Davis."  He helped himself to
the chair beside me and bluntly inquired, "Watcha looking at?"

I handed him my binoculars and explained who Heathcliff and Gertrude were.

As he peered through the lens he stated, "Funny names for seagulls."

"They're supposed to be," I responded.  "I named them in honour of my
favourite comedian, Red Skelton."

"Red Skeleton?  Never heard of him."

I smiled inwardly realizing I was showing my age again.

"So how long are you here for today?" I asked.

"As long as you don't mind, I can stay here all day," he replied.

"Wonderful, then you've worked out your dilemma then."

His lower lip immediately disappeared.  "Well.......kinda," he stuttered.

I pressed on.  "What do you mean kinda?"

His lower lip continued to get a workout.  "I told dad," he quivered.

Encouraging him further I remarked, "Then he okayed it then?"

"Well......not at first.  He got mad and said that I had disobeyed him.
But I kept telling him about the fun stuff we did.  He finally said I could
come but I had to promise to be very careful."

Now we were getting to the crux of the problem.  I continued, "What do you
have to be careful about?"

Jason maintained eye contact but he hesitated and another inch of his lower
lip disappeared.  "Er......promise you won't get mad if I tell you," he
murmured quietly.

I smiled trying to relax him.  "Jason you can say absolutely anything about
me and I promise I will not get upset.  Okay?"

Looking down he blurted, "Dad says you're a homosexual!"  He paused and
then lifted his head up once more with that expectant look in his eyes and
whispered, "Are you?"

Of course I had already correctly guessed that this was the problem as the
Kings saw things.  Further I had already considered how I would respond
when the subject arose.

Turning serious I admitted, "Your dad is correct.  I am gay.  Does that
make you afraid?"

Jason didn't hesitate in responding.  "Dad says I should leave immediately
if you try any funny business but I know that won't happen cuz I feel very
safe here.  I'm not afraid at all," he beamed.

Feeling relieved I stated, "Well thank goodness for that.  And your mother,
does she know too?"

"Oh no.  I can't tell her.  Dad says we should keep my visits a secret for
a while."

I just had to confirm my suspicions of Mrs. King.  "And why can't you tell
your mother?"

"She's super religious," he responded.  "She says that no self respecting
man walks around in the woods with no clothes on.  She says you're evil and
are going to go to hell for sure!"

I laughed out loud and asked, "What do you think Jason?  Do you agree with
her?"

He appeared to be deep in thought before he replied.  His lower lip was
turning red from the abuse it was getting.  "Can I...... can I tell you a
secret Mr. Davis?"

"Sure," I encouraged.

"On the way over here this morning I took off all my clothes for a while.
I liked it!"

I laughed again.  Smiling broadly I replied, "I guess that means we're
going to go to hell together."

Joining in my laughter he added, "I had one problem though."

"And what was that?"

"Well when I was nude my pecker got very hard.  It wouldn't go down!" he
giggled.

"Well," I laughed, "That tells me that you're an absolutely normal twelve
year old boy!  But seriously since your mother disapproves of my nudity I
promise to stay covered while you're here."

A cloud appeared on Jason's face.  "Er......er....."

"Er what?" I encouraged.

"I......I don't care if you're nude.  It doesn't bother me at all!" he
grinned.

The nature of the conversation told me he was completely at ease with his
surroundings.  At this point I had some real suspicions about his sexuality
but I decided to keep these thoughts to myself for now.

"Are you hungry Jason?  I was about to have a late breakfast when you
arrived."

"Yeah, I could eat," he responded.  "All I had was a bowl of cereal."

We entered my abode where I prepared some toasted bacon and tomato
sandwiches.  I pointed to the cupboard and asked Jason to feed Molly while
I cooked.  Jason and Molly were becoming fast friends.

"I usually take Molly for a long walk after breakfast.  Are you game?"

"You bet!" he enthused.  "I was hoping we would go on another hike."

I pondered just for a moment as to whether or not we should hike au
naturel.  I thought better of it.  I knew I couldn't trust my organ.  If
Jason thought his hard pecker was a problem I knew my own would make one
hell of a flag pole.  The last thing I wanted was for Jason to think I
might be trying some "funny business."

I chose a circular route that began by roughly following aptly named Oak
Ridge.  The ridge terminated at the highest point in the area, an expanse
of near bare rock I had named Blueberry Hill.  From the edge of the
prominence we got a great view to the north.  The rolling forested hills
stretched out forever like green waves upon a green ocean.  I pointed out
Loon Lake peeking out of the dense canopy.

"This is a cool spot!" Jason declared.

"In about another month," I explained, "I'll be back here picking
blueberries."  Little did I know then that an incident on Blueberry Hill
would soon be forever etched in the minds of Jason and me.

We reluctantly moved on carefully winding our way down the steep hill
towards the waiting pine forest below.  At one point I asked Jason if he
would like some gum.

"Sure," he responded.

I pointed to a ground hugging plant with shiny green leaves.  "Pick a
couple of those leaves and try chewing them," I offered.

Jason hesitated and then claimed, "Mom says the woods are full of poisonous
plants."

I picked a leaf and put it in my mouth to chew.  "Your mother is right.
You have to know what you're doing.  Trust me.  This plant is fine."

Jason followed my lead and soon exclaimed, "Wow it tastes like spearmint
gum!"

"Exactly!  Put a few leaves in your pocket and you can chew whenever you
like."

The trail continued to wind its way into the valley and eventually we
reached a large beaver pond.  We skirted the edge of it reaching the beaver
dam.  We continued across the dam to the other side.  Jason was fascinated
by its construction and bombarded me with more questions.

By the time we got back an hour later I believe there wasn't a single
naturalist topic that we hadn't at least touched upon.  I was pooped and
collapsed on a deck chair.  Jason was still full of energy.  He sucked in
his lip in that cute mannerism of his.  I knew he had something important
to say.  He sat there apprehensively his hands clasped in front of him.

"Mr. Davis, I was wondering......seeing as we both like to be naked and
all, would it be okay if I took all of my clothes off here?"

It was a bold step for him.  I certainly wanted to partake visually in the
delights of his nakedness but I was concerned about my own libido and where
it might lead.  In the end I compromised.

"Let's go slow Jason.  Let's say for starters we go naked when we go
swimming."

"Okay," he grinned and immediately arose and began to strip.

"Whoa," I yelled, "Jason, what are you doing?"

"I'm going swimming.  Well.....I don't really swim cuz I can't swim too
good.  I just wade around and explore and stuff."

What could I say?  He was sticking to the rules.  He proceeded to strip
right in front of me.  Really what choice did I have other than to take in
the delights as they unfolded?

He carried a bit of baby fat but was nicely proportioned.  His skin was
surprisingly pale with a ruddy tinge to it.  What he lacked in body tone he
more than made up for with a hairless and smooth blemish free body.

"You're a pretty handsome boy," I said truthfully.  "The girls must really
go for you."

"Yeah, a couple in my class do but I keep telling them to get lost!"

He dropped the subject and promptly cannonballed into the chest deep water.

"Look out for Ian McWater," I warned him.

"Ian McWater?  Who's he?" he inquired.

"He's my pet water snake," I explained.  "Once he gets to know you he'll
come right up to you.  I've even got him to take a fresh minnow from my
hand!  He's usually around the dock here somewhere."

"Really?" he responded.

Of course Jason promptly went searching for him in my immediate vicinity.
It gave me ample opportunity to further examine the candy and my cock began
to strain for freedom.

He was a reasonable size for his age.  It stood a proud three inches almost
perpendicular to his body.  The tip of his glans, which was quite a bit
wider than the shaft, peeked out from his foreskin.  His testes were still
drawn close to his body and there was nary a sign of hair.  When he turned
he was just as delightful heading the other direction.  His mounds were
perfectly rounded and I was convinced the term "bubble butt" had been
invented with Jason in mind.  He had me going!

"There he is!" Jason shouted peering through the slats near the end of the
dock.  He spent the next several minutes trying to entice the snake out to
no avail.  He finally gave up and crawled back onto the dock.

I had the strong impression he was teasing me.  He strutted about as if to
say "Look what I got!"  The suspicion was verified when he strode over to
my chair and stood poised above my head.  He grasped his cock with a finger
and thumb and held it out for my inspection.

"Look, see.  It stayed hard the whole time I was swimming.  It won't go
down!"

"I wouldn't worry about it," I offered.  "I like the way it looks, just the
way it is."

The comment was a little off colour but it slipped out before I really
thought about it.  Jason continued to hold out his cock and grinned.  I had
confirmed in my mind that he was gay.  What I still didn't know was whether
or not he had recognized his sexuality and whether he accepted it or not.
I definitely foresaw some real storm clouds ahead between Jason and his
mother.

As for myself my juices were flowing liberally now.  Jason in his own way
could be signalling that he was available for a sexual liaison.  I had to
occupy my mind by doing something else in a hurry.

"Could I interest you in some BBQ'd hamburgers Jason?" I offered.

"Oh please," he responded immediately.  "I love hamburgers.

Molly and I trotted to the cabin to prepare.  Thankfully Jason slipped on
his shorts and trailed behind.  Jason was soon complimenting me on my world
famous teriyaki burgers.

"I wish I could come back tomorrow," Jason sighed.

"I see no problem with that," I replied.

Jason looked despondent as he explained.  "I can't.  Mom makes us all go to
church on Sunday.  She keeps telling me I have to pray hard to get rid of
all my sins but she never explains what sins I'm supposed to pray about.  I
just fake it."

Jason had me laughing again.

"Mom wants me to be an altar boy and so does our priest but I don't."

"What's wrong with being an altar boy?" I asked.

"No way man.  I heard stories about our priest.  I don't want nothing
shoved up my bum!"

I got off that topic in a hurry.  "So will I see you next Saturday then?"

"For sure!" he responded.

He proceeded to stuff all his clothes into his knapsack.  "I'm going to
walk naked for at least part of the way home," he explained.

My eyes began to wander as he stripped once more.  "Suit yourself," I told
him.

I admit I fantasized as his ample cheeks disappeared up my driveway.