Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2011 11:50:10 -0400 From: wild wing Subject: Jason's Dilemma - Chapter seven Jason's summer holidays arrived and with it came increased tensions. His parents' fights became monumental screaming matches for neither side would back down an inch. She became convinced that Jason was seeing me and insisted that he tell her the truth. Poor Jason had to admit it. In her world Mike and I had ruined the boy. She dragged poor Jason to counseling with Father Valentine. Apparently the good father was more than willing to accommodate her wishes. Jason said that all Father Valentine wanted was for him to relate the details of the sex relations that Jason and I allegedly had. When he got nowhere with that he switched to masturbation. He wanted Jason to tell him how many times he performed the act between each counseling session and what he thought of during each act. "I make it up," Jason said. "Each time I talk about Sue Ellen's pussy and how much I want to fuck her. He's always disappointed and then he asks me what I think of boys. All the time his greasy hands are all over me. I don't like him!" Despite the difficulties Jason still found a way to visit me at least once a week. The only difference was I never knew which day he was coming. In mid July Jason turned thirteen. I bought him two gifts. I found a T-shirt with a beautiful print of a wolf on it. He loved it so much he wore it almost every time he came over. The second gift was a paperback book. It was a copy of another Dermot Clark book, "Secret Valley." It was a story about Amotuk, a member of the Dene Nation, and Robert, the son of the local Hudson's Bay manager. The boys disobey their parents and set out to find a secret valley of Dene legend, a Utopia beyond the tree line. They become reckless and lose their canoe. Lacking resources they know they are in deep peril until they accidentally find the secret valley. The valley provides the resources to beat the elements and come back alive. Jason constantly carried the book back and forth with him. After we finished "Let Wolves Run Free" Jason insisted that I carry right on and read his book. It became his favorite Dermot Clark novel. On the other hand each time he visited he seemed a little more morose than the visit before. Yes, we still went for walks and the occasional canoe trip but he wasn't the same boy. It was if someone had stuck a pin in him and allowed all of his natural exuberance to slowly seep away. On one such visit in early August all he wanted to do was hug me all day. He cried several times but refused to unburden himself. I felt so helpless. All I could do was keep telling him how much I loved him. I debated whether or not I should call his father and tell him how much he was hurting. Jason asked me not to. On another occasion he told me my place was the one spot he didn't have to put his hands over his ears to cut out the screaming. He told me that he wished he could live with me. "I wish you could Jason," I told him. "I'd love it but your parents would know where you were and they'd simply come and get you. I'd be powerless to stop them and I'd probably be arrested in the process." He scared the hell out of me once when he said, "You know my parents would be a lot happier if I wasn't around." 'What do you mean?" I demanded to know. "Well if I ran away they wouldn't have a gay son anymore and they'd have nothing to fight about." "But don't you understand?" I responded. "They both love you very much and believe they're doing the right thing for you. If you left they'd be even more unhappy. Besides, where would you go?" "I dunno. Maybe Weston." I tried to convince him it was a terrible idea but he didn't respond. In late August I got a surprise visit from Mike King. He was alone. He looked ten years older and as sad as Jason. "Look," he started, "I know my son has kept you up to date on the difficulties my wife and I have been having." "Pretty much," I agreed. "I was finally able to talk to my wife in a reasonable tone of voice last night. We both agreed to make a last ditch effort to save the marriage. The trade-off was that I had to agree to stop Jason from seeing you anymore." The news struck me like a thunderbolt. However I understood his plight. I also knew how difficult it must have been for Mike to come and tell me. "I shall miss him terribly," I admitted. "How is he taking it?" "Not well. He's shut himself up in his room and refuses to come out. I believe he'll get over it though." He paused and then added, "He has to." "He's your son and I'll cooperate," I admitted sadly. "But would you let him call me once in a while?" Mike thought a moment and then responded, "Not right away but when things return to normal I might." My head was spinning and I felt hollow inside. I closed my eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry Mike, this has been a real shock to my system." "I understand. I know how much you like him." Mike soon excused himself and I was left a shell of the person I had been just that morning. The rest of August was torture. I failed to hear from Jason and I knew nothing of the events in his household. I tried to occupy my mind with other pursuits. I spent a longer time on my computer updating my accounts. I also began new projects, performing some long neglected repairs around the cabin. Nothing worked. Whatever I did my mind constantly drifted back to Jason. In September things changed for the better. A new ritual was born! It was five after twelve on the first day of school and my telephone rang. It was Jason! He had found a private phone booth at school to call from. He couldn't get his words out fast enough telling me how much he had missed me. He went on and on, not allowing me to say much of anything. I had to remind him that he had allowed himself little time to eat and get back to class. He called me the next day too. And then the day after that. It got so that I tried to get all my work done in the morning so I could be by the phone at noon. We never talked about his family life unless he raised the topic. Instead we reminisced about past adventures together. When we ran short of topics we switched to the future. We vowed to spend at least a good part of it together. "You know it may seem like a long way off now but in a few years you'll be old enough to do anything you want. If you still want me I'll be waiting for you." "Yeah! We can do anything together then, right?" "Anything," I repeated. "We can go for hikes in the woods and you can teach me stuff like birds and that. Right?" "I can teach you about the bees too if you wish," I added. "Yeah, sex! We can do lots of sex can't we?" I laughed and commented, "Sure, if you want it." "I'm going to keep you very busy!" he promised. "Don't forget I'll be much older then, at least thirty-seven," I reminded him. "I don't care how old you are," he responded. "If I have to push you around in a wheelchair I will. And we'll still have lots of sex too." He had me laughing out loud. It was such a joy to hear him happy once more. Sometimes in our conversation we transported ourselves once more to the arctic tundra. We studied wolves or we became lost in the barrens. He often referred to his magic book. "Your magic book?" I queried. "What's that?" "You know," he responded, "Secret Valley." When mom and dad start yelling I go to my room and get the book out and read. All I have to do is read a paragraph or two and I'm whisked away again. But it's way better than that. When I begin to read I hear your voice. It's magic. It's like you're sitting right there beside me!" At that point I was glad that Jason couldn't see the tears coursing down my face. Jason gave me enough snippets about his home that I had a reasonable picture of what was occurring. Things certainly improved for a while but by mid October they were back to screaming at each other. In November Jason couldn't tell me enough about Andy, a new school friend he had made. They found an abandoned storeroom in the basement of the school. They found time to explore more than just the room. "I got my first blow job yesterday," he related. "It was intense." "Did you reciprocate?" I asked. "Nah, but I promised I would get him off tomorrow." Jason also gave me an inch by inch description of his own member. It was four inches long in September. By November it was five inches long and by February if he stretched it a bit it reached a proud six inches. I was just sorry that I wasn't there to help him measure. "But that's not all," he went on, "when I get hard, which is most of the time, the end of my cock looks like yours now. The skin goes right back so that all of my knob shows! And I got lots of hair now too. I even got some on my balls!" I actually thanked him for the description. I even wickedly asked for an update now and then. The conversations always ended with Jason promising to call me again the next day. Thursdays, my shopping day, and of course the weekends were the only days we failed to connect. The end of school was approaching much too quickly, for the two of us knew that the conversations would soon end. The last week of school we talked the entire lunch hour away each day. I even made myself available on Thursday. He was concerned about getting through the summer without me and in the end he vowed to find a way to visit me at least once. I was his teddy bear, he started calling me; someone who understood him and accepted him the way he was. July came and of course the calls ended. The twelfth was a particularly tough day. It was Jason's fourteenth birthday. Again he was all I could think about. About a week later I was out in the morning performing gardening duties. It was time to stake the tomatoes. Molly began to bark and I looked up to see a handsome young man come striding into the clearing. I dropped my stakes and ran to meet him. He was four inches taller and several pounds heavier but there was no mistaking him. He still had the curly brown hair and handsome face. It was my Jason. I met him halfway and we became one. I don't know who hugged the hardest or cried the most. I guess it was about a tie on both counts. "It's been too long," I said quietly. He found my lips and we kissed. Molly had to be content with jumping up and down on Jason's leg wagging her tail furiously. We ended up on the couch together. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. I had no intention of raising family issues. I wanted the visit to be perfect. But I had to ask one question. "So you're here for the day then Jason?" "No," he replied, "I'm here for two days!" I should have asked for an explanation but in the end I chose discretion. "Jason, these two days are yours. I'm at your service. What would you like to do?" "Everything!" he replied. "I want to do everything!" "In what order?" I asked. "Today I want you to teach me some stuff. I want to go on a long hike. Tomorrow if you don't mind Ben, I'd like to take a canoe trip!" "It sounds perfect to me," I agreed. Within the hour we set out. Unfortunately with the high insect activity it was not a clothing optional hike. I figured there was lots of time for some nudity later. We began with a short detour through the Spring Peeper bog. Then we clamoured up Oak Ridge and followed it to Blueberry Hill. We paused at the lookout and stared at the vista once more. Jason turned to me and murmured, "Even in the winter I close my eyes sometimes and I can see this view." "It is beautiful," I agreed. We left the hill and reentered the woods below. Jason began pointing out various mushrooms and identifying them correctly. "You see," he laughed, "I haven't forgotten what you taught me." We stopped for a rest and opened the sodas. Jason drank his quickly and went to overturning some rocks while I finished mine. He soon came back with a small iridescent grey-blue snake with a bright yellow belly and a yellow ring just behind the head. "What kind of snake is this?" he inquired. Well," I replied, "if you were given the job what name would you give it?" "I like the pretty ring around its neck. I guess I'd call it the Ring Necked Snake." "That's its name," I told him. "I guess the person who named it thought the same way you did." We soon carefully released the snake and continued on our way. We were two tired puppies by the time we entered the cabin some two hours later. "Well what's next?" I inquired. Jason had a devilish glint in his eye. "I'll show you," he grinned. With that he began a striptease right in front of me. I had no intention of stopping him for I had already decided damn with the consequences, Jason would have his sexual freedom. The changes were amazing. The baby fat had vanished! Instead his chest was cleanly defined and a subtle six-pack covered his stomach. There was no hesitation when he arrived at his underpants. I blinked twice when I saw his organ. It came as advertised, a perfect six plus inches of solid boyhood. It still protruded at right angles to his body and the glans, which was much wider than the shaft, was fully exposed. A substantial sac hung below containing two adult sized testes. While still nowhere near his navel yet, his bush was quite wide. I was mesmerized. "Well? Are you just going to stare at it?" he grinned. I reached out and gently took hold. It was hot to the touch, and to my eyes it was beautiful! I was in a trance as my mouth was drawn to him. Reaching out I tasted his flesh with my tongue. Jason gasped. He collapsed onto the couch and I took him in completely. Ohhh God!" Jason moaned. I began to worship his organ, moving my tongue and lips, savoring every precious inch of flesh. Jason began to writhe. "Oh Lord, I'm going to cum real quick if you keep that up," he warned. I couldn't help myself. All semblance of self-control was gone. I realized that I had wanted him for a long long time. I felt one....two....three solid spurts hit the back of my throat. I enjoyed every sweet drop. "Ohhh shit!" he moaned softly. He lay panting on the couch, his eyes closed. He then added, "That was everything I dreamed it would be!" He smiled and went on, "Why don't you get comfortable too?" We retired to my bedroom where I immediately stripped and lay back on the bed. Jason promptly crawled up between my legs. Taking hold he commented, "It's just the way I remember it." He got up close and personal and began to jack me slowly but deliberately. He was no rookie. As I began to cry out my ecstasy he stopped pumping and enveloped my glans with his mouth. It was all too much. I cried out a warning and he began sucking it with a flourish. I expected him to pull off as I erupted. Instead he held on, using just his tongue to tease out the last drop. In the afterglow he crawled up beside me. We found each other's lips and he rolled on top of me, our erections meeting and grinding into each other's stomachs. "I've been waiting for this day forever," he purred. I just had to ask, "Was it worth the wait?" "It was even more intense than I figured it would be," he replied. I was quite happy lying there with Jason's soft flesh draped over me. Eventually Jason suggested a quick dip. Even in the water we continued to grope each other. I was in paradise and it seemed so was Jason. We hadn't eaten all day and I suggested I cook up some steaks. Even as I cooked, Jason leaned on me from behind, his arms wrapped around me and his naked skin caressing my backside. Once the meal was over we pushed the dirty dishes aside and without saying a word drifted back to the bedroom. We climaxed a second time, rested but a few minutes, and went back at it again. Jason was insatiable and I didn't have to work too hard to keep up. We would have made two sex-crazed rabbits proud. It was around midnight when Jason claimed, "This was one of the best days of my life. I shall never forget it!" Strangely I couldn't remember falling asleep. Perhaps between the excitement of seeing Jason, the long hike, and the marathon sex session my body had cried out - enough! When I woke up a naked Jason was draped around and on me, his hand securely wrapped around my member. The light of day had flooded the room and an early start to any canoe trip was out of the question. I reached over and caressed his face. He opened his eyes and smiled sweetly. He began to move his hand slowly up and down and then sidled down to watch his own actions. He was soon swallowing me and once more I could feel my seed rise. I asked him his desire and he said he wanted to be sucked off once more. I obliged. With both of us sexually sated for the moment I finally glanced at my watch. "If we don't get up soon Jason, there will be no time left at all to go canoeing." Rising, he gave me one more quick hug and we headed for the breakfast table. As we ate I told him, "I almost forgot. I have a birthday gift for you." We wandered down to the beach and I pointed to the present. "There it is, Jason, it's all yours." Jason looked puzzled. "I don't see anything." I pointed again to the red canoe. "The canoe, Jason. It's all yours now." He stood with his mouth agape. "You'd give that to me?" "Of course," I replied. "I love you." He fell to his knees and began to run his hands all over the surface of it just the way he had done the first time he saw it. "Oh wow," he declared, "now I can go wolf hunting in my own canoe!" We were one happy pair as we pushed off thirty minutes later. Jason was now in the stern. After all it was his canoe. He dug in hard and I could feel his strength as we surged forward. We could have chosen any one of several routes but it didn't surprise me when he chose to repeat the first trip we had ever taken together more than a year earlier. The weather held beautifully. Once more we wended our way to the chute and then portaged into Loon Lake. Once more we alit at the point and had a meal. The only difference from the original trip was that this time we consummated sex on our beach towels. Jason grew quiet on the way back. He knew the two day stay was coming to a close and he must return to his parents. I thought the final hug would never end. He promised that he would do his best to return at least once in August. I cried as he walked away. August came and Jason didn't return. I wasn't surprised. The final week of the month I felt better for I knew the phone calls would start anew. The first day of school arrived and I waited anxiously by the phone at the appointed hour. At twelve-thirty it finally rang. My heart leaped only to change immediately to a heartfelt choke when instead of Jason, his father's voice came on the line. "Have you seen Jason?" "No," I replied, "not since July. Why? Isn't he at school?" "We haven't seen him for ten days. I was convinced he was with you. He's gone!!!"