Chapter -02

Self Discovery. the Epiphany

To say that Jason was feeling a tad worse for the wear in the morning would be an understatement. He was awakened by one of Marcie’s, “I’m sorry I was a bitch,” blowjobs. His mouth tasted like a herd of camels had shit on their way through in it, he had a throbbing headache and, to make matters even worse, he was going to puke in the bed if he didn’t hurry to the bathroom. He’d profusely apologize to her later.

A long cool shower helped clear the cobwebs from his head and toothpaste followed by mouthwash kept the camels at bay. Jason took several aspirin and laid back down to let them take effect before going downstairs to pretend he was enjoying the breakfast she was preparing judging by the wafting smell of bacon through the house. His stomach heaved at the thought of runny eggs. He was having trouble swallowing the bile and those god-damned camels had returned.

Jason wished that he couldn’t remember the previous night; however, every gory detail was clear as a bell right up to his sucking the dildo stuck to the wall. His sore ass was also a sad reminder. Another heave, more bile, a run to the toilet, those camels had diarrhea and he felt ashamed beyond comprehension. How could he, Jason Alexander Briggs, a respected vice-president of a major corporation, lower himself so low as to spend the night doing disgusting things with a dildo. It was totally out of character for him. He wasn’t a pedophile or a pervert and he was certainly not gay! He had a knock-out wife; he even turned women’s heads wherever he went.

The sins of Marcie came crashing back to his conscious state. This only added to the nightmare that he hoped he would suddenly wake up from. He just wanted to shake his head and chalk the whole experience up to the mystery of dream states both good and bad. What Marcie did was reprehensibly disgusting which rebounded to him and took him to moral decay. It was a case of ‘If you can’t beat em, join ‘em’ type thing. Not unlike Eve convincing Adam to taste the forbidden FUCKING fruit!

Yes, it had to be that. He was being subconsciously railroaded into not facing the truth and dealing with it. It was nothing Marcie had control over, hell, she didn’t even know that he knew. Yup, the mind was a confusing place. It had yet to be understood by modern science. Jason stashed the camels and made his mind up to go downstairs and confront his wife. He would take the approach of trying to convince her to seek help to deal with her paedophilia erotica.

His head was pounding even worse. Jason threw on a pair of shorts and staggered his way down the stairs wondering if his marriage would ever be the same, or conceivably, end with what he had to say.

He stopped dead in his tracts at the kitchen. Two boys, both of whom he recognized were sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast prepared by a fussing Marcie. One of them was none other than “studly,” the face and body of the dildo in his fantasy.

She noticed Jason, smiled, and said, “This is Greg and Paul, they have their own lawn care business and I hired them to look after ours every Saturday this summer. . . .Oh, they also do snow removal in the winter. Don’t you think they are enterprising young men?”

Jason was shocked, . . . no stupefied was more like it. Studly (Greg) was the kid that he spent most of last evening and night with in his imagination and he was sitting at, of all places, his kitchen table. The boy whose well-shaped body was etched in his mind; with his long blond hair, blazing blue eyes, tanned dark already by the late spring sun who except for his white as milk skin beneath the short-shorts he was wearing that Jason didn’t have to waste time imagining what it concealed. He’d seen that rock hard pipe slipping in and out of his wife. Oh yeah, Jason remembered that studly had a nice, thick, 5 maybe even going 6 inch cock.

Marcie went on. “I was going to tell you last night, but--” She didn’t have to finish; Jason knew what the “but” was. He had been an idiot last night; she didn’t have to remind him.

The gaga man stood there like an idiot. The moment was surreal, his dick did a flip-flop, his mind raced, and finally he gained control over his senses, “Hi guys! He managed to say.

The boys were equally stunned at the site of the muscular man, they acknowledged him with an “eh” and turned away. Jason thought it rather cool that even boys have the sense to know the tabooism of screwing around with another man’s wife.

Marcie looked at Jason’s attire a little confused. “Aren’t you going to work this morning?” She asked.

Jason almost always went in on Saturdays for a few hours. He used the quiet time to catch up on things that he was always too busy for during the week. With the hangover he had, the thought of leaving the house wasn’t on the agenda this Saturday.

“I’m not sure quite yet.” He replied as he sat down. “I’ll decide after I’ve had my breakfast.”

There was a definite haze of disappointment in the room. He thought he even heard one of the boys sigh. Jason was no fool; he was a threat to their planned rendezvous with his wife while he was at work. No doubt, Marcie had relied on his habitual itinerary and timed her trysts around it.

Jason couldn’t take his eyes off nearly fourteen year-old Greg, bare chested, brown nipples on a lighter toned, dime-sized sphere. Perhaps the boy was a swimmer, or gymnast. His torso was indicative of that, not muscular, but well defined. There was absolutely no question that studly was at the onset of physical maturity.

The boys had finished their breakfast just as Marcie placed his before him. They excused themselves to do what they were hired to do, lawn care. Jason watched Greg’s tightly denim-wrapped package as he rose, then concentrated on his bubble-butt ass as he walk away and out of sight.

Jason told Marcie he decided to go to the office. He told her that he had a mountain of paperwork to catch up on. He finished his breakfast, gave his wife a slight peck on the cheek, went upstairs to get dressed and then left waving at the two boys who were each pushing a gas-mower over his front lawn.

He didn’t go far. Just around the block. He sat there wondering if he was making the right decision. He got out of his car and peeked around a building. In the short distance the two mowers were sitting idle on his front lawn. The two youthful operators were nowhere to be seen.

He crept into his house, kicked off his shoes, and silently climbed the stairs. He heard giggles. Lots of giggles were heard the closer he got to his bedroom. There was discarded clothing scattered along the hallway. Jason got down and crawled past his bedroom door on all fours, then stood and watched the goings on through reflection from the mirrored closet doors.

They were all were naked on the bed; the boys each enjoying a tit. Janet’s hands caressed each one’s head of hair, their hands at her muff, she writhed in ecstasy. That went on for a long while until she pushed the boys away.

“Ya wanna fuck me?”

Both lads shook their heads eagerly.

“Then you both know what to do to get me real excited, don’t you?”

Without the least bit of hesitation, Greg and Paul shifted into a sixty-nine position. Marcie sat up with her back against the headboard to watch the action. Jason’s cock sprung to life. He didn’t really have a good view. All he could see were two heads bobbing but it was enough visual to encourage him to undo his shorts and let his hard cock out of its confines.

Jason watched as each boy, having earned his reward, moved around to fuck his wife who moaned and thrashed wildly as she truly enjoyed herself. The kids, being in their prime, didn’t last long but, by the time one was done, the other was ready to go again allowing Marcie to have multiple orgasms.

Neither he or Marcie wanted kids yet; she used an IUD. He wasn’t worried about her getting knocked up by a thirteen or fourteen year-old. The thought of their cum building in her snatch and him eating her out after sent him over the edge. Jason didn’t soil the carpet this time. Instead, he captured his jism in his left palm and ate the goop. Back in his car, Jason noticed himself in the rear view mirror. His semen had solidified; the area around his mouth looked like a glazed donut. He laughed, rubbing it off using some spit and his hankie.

Getting out of the car, Jason stood at the corner of the building waiting another hour before seeing the boys exit his house and resume their chores. Dialing Janet, he told her he would be home in a few minutes, praying that she wouldn't have a bath in the meantime.

He smiled and waved at the two lads who hopefully filled his wife’s pussy with his first sample of boy cum. He was hard walking into his house. Marcie was clad in a robe changing the bedding when he found her, the ensuite bathtub was filling and the sweet smell of eucalyptus filled the air. Just in time, he thought. Without a word he tossed the bewildered woman onto the unmade bed and began ravishing her body.

Jason was never big on eating pussy. He always wondered why nature gave it such an unpleasant odor, and it was quite rank at that moment, well used. Marcie was trying to prevent her husband from going there; she feared the worst but the man was insatiable. Jason fought to spread her legs, he lowered his head with his tongue protruding, he found her damp slit, --and the treasure inside. He leisurely licked and sucked. There was a definite bitter taste that assaulted his mouth, perhaps a half ounce of thick fluid tainted by woman cum. His appetite satisfied, Jason opened his jeans, slithered up her body and slid his swollen cock into her easily lasting but a minute before adding his own offering.

The sweaty boys were just finishing up mowing the back lawn when Jason walked through the patio doors dressed in nothing but a waist-wrapped towel carrying three bottles of beer in hand. Greg and Paul were noticeably apprehensive when they were taken away from their chores to sit down with the enticing offer of a cold beer. Of course they would be. After all, they were getting their first taste of what it’s like to face another guy eye-to-eye over a beer; a guy whose woman they’ve been screwing around with even though he’s not supposed to be wise to it.

“Thanks, mister. Pretty hot out here today.” Greg complained as his hand wiped the sweat off his brow.

Both were glistening in boy sweat. A waft of faint body odor assaulted Jason’s senses that he found not at all unpleasing. He thought back to the locker room at the gym with it’s perpetual manly smell at any given time of day or night. Jason never realized how much he appreciated it until just then. It scared him.

“It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.” Jason quoted the old worn out cliché. Both boys nodded their agreement.

The kids warmed to Jason after some light conversation. They spoke of sports and school but it was Jason’s job as a security advisor that they found most interesting. Another two beer loosened them up nicely and found the mowers sitting idle in the back yard with no one really caring.

Marcie had popped out to let them know that she was going to visit her grandfather at the nursing home and wouldn’t return until she fed the old man his dinner. She had taken this on as a regular Saturday afternoon ritual although the Alzheimer stricken man seldom knew who she was lately.

“You guys into earning more money?” he asked, “I need some help with shit in the basement, . . . if yer interested, that is.”

Greg piped up first, “Sure, Jay, I’m free.”

“Not me.” Paul said glumly, “I gotta babysit my little sister pretty soon. My ‘rents always go bowling Saturday afternoons. Sorry.”

As the boys finished off their lawn work, Jason sat back and admired them. He had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do. The man who planned every step he took in life was now insecure, nervous, even frightened of what he might do to get into Greg’s pants. Perhaps, he thought, it would be easier with only the one boy to contend with. He knew it would not be as easy for him as it would be for a pretty little woman like Marcie to lure boys into bed; not by far.

Paul soon departed leaving Jason and Greg enjoyed another beer under the patio table umbrella. Jason was sweating profusely not only because of the humidity but also because of his own sheer inner heat being generated. Jason’s late, self-questioned sexuality was burning with his desire for the young boy. His cock throbbed, tenting the red velour towel that the right fold slipped loose exposing his full thigh and hip. Glancing down, Jason could see a partial view of his right hairless nut, as could Greg if he also happened to glance down there,

He always had hairless nuts. Janet insisted on them, as well as, a thinly trimmed bush. At first, he was self-conscious being nearly hairless around other men at the gym. He thought he looked like a pubescent boy compared to other guys with the mass covering of hair over their junk. However, never once was there a derogatory comment. There were, perhaps, a few admiring glances that he didn't comprehend at the time.

Suddenly Jason sprang to the attack. “Let’s cut to the chase, Gregory.” he said using the boy’s full given name for effect. “You like my wife?”

Greg was taken aback by the blunt question and fidgeted in his chair, thumbnailing the label off his bottle. “I - I - I ggguess, she’s cool.” he replied, looking down, finally catching a glance of Jason’s crotch, then looking away.

“She’s fucking gorgeous, isn’t she?” he went on, “Nice little tits and perky nipples, --right””

“I - I . . . suppose so.” he stammered, looking at his thumbs rape the bottle label with increased attention.

Jason kept up the revealing truth. “Nice warm pussy to sink your cock into and make her squirm. Soft lips to kiss, and nipples to suck while you’re pounding her trying to hold off cumming too soon.”

Greg’s red face turned ashen. He accidentally knocked over his beer but was quick to upright it and sip the foam spilling out. He was nervous as a hen with a fox in the henhouse, not knowing where Jason was going. He didn’t know how much the man knew.

Jason laughed at Greg’s unsettled demeanor. “It’s okay, buddy, it’s cool with me that you’re fucking my wife along with your buddy, Paul . . . and other guys.”

His mouth dropped open, his beer knocked over again that he didn’t seem to care while it rolled off the table and shattered on the brick. Looking like the hen about to be caught by the fox, he stuttered, “Wha, wha, you sayin, dude?”

Jason laughed, no, he roared, “It’s okay with me, buddy! --Really . . .she’s one hell of a fuck, isn’t she?”

Greg didn’t know what to say, his mind was doing acrobatics. Denial seemed a waste of breath yet truth might lead to a beating from the well-built man; he was in a quandary. How did the man know?

“As I said, Gregory, it’s okay with me. Enjoy her all you want, . . . but it comes at a price, --a deal, let’s say.” Jason lifted the towel away; his hard cock leaked profusely as he stroked and squeezed his shaft. Greg couldn't help but see the man's erection and its insinuation.

To be continued . . .

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