Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2005 00:48:38 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Jerking With Jason -- Jerking With Jason Chapter 3

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in
the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always
play safe. Never go off with a stranger. By reading further you are
accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to
enjoy such material.

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Still More Jerking With Jason
By R. A. Swain

Jason drummed his fingers on the roof of his car, as he pulled into the
parking lot of the Home Depot. It was a hot summer day, and he was just
running a few errands before heading out to the beach. He needed a few
light bulbs and some other sundry items that he could get at a regular
grocery store, but the Home Depot offered him ample eye candy in the form
of contractors in various loose and tight fitting clothing. He parked and
got out of his car, stretching his tanned skin in the sunlight.

He was wearing sneakers, a pair of loose fitting gray sweat pants that he
had made into shorts by cutting the legs off above the knees, and he was
carrying a loose fitting blue tank top that he tugged on over his head
before entering the store. He strolled about in the humid warehouse,
occasionally catching the eye of a hot looking guy or two. He was just
enjoying the knowledge that he could gain their attention by just walking
past them. He picked up the items he needed and started to head out when he
noticed a guy who grabbed his attention.

The man he saw was obviously some sort of contractor. He was wearing work
boots, gray socks with red bands around the tops, loose fitting khaki
shorts and a flannel shirt, opened to the navel and with the sleeves
removed revealing a hairy chest and muscular arms. Jason stopped and turned
to head down the aisle his contractor fantasy guy had chosen. It was a
hardware aisle, filled with nails and screws and nuts and bolts. He saw the
contractor, with his short-cropped jet-black hair, stop a few feet away
from him and begin to look for something on that shelf.

Jason moved closer, pretending to look at items on the shelves in front of
him, peeking over his sunglasses at the hot bodied guy a few feet
away. Subconsciously he brushed his hand across the front of his sweats,
making contact with his stirring cock. Yeah, go for it, he heard the voice
in his head.

He shook his head. Not now, he thought.

Why not? The voice asked back. This is the perfect time for a little pocket
pool of sorts.

Jason felt his cheeks redden as he argued with himself. The most obvious
reason for not playing pocket pool, he thought, is the fact I have no
pockets.

So? Come on. Just brush your hand across the front of these soft cotton
jersey sweats again, and make contact with the tip of your cock.

Will you stop? He willed the voice away, but his hand subconsciously groped
at his cock through the sweats.

The contractor caught his movement from the corner of his eye and
smiled. He moved slightly closer to Jason. "Man, it's a hot one today."

"Huh?" Jason asked, startled by the man striking up a conversation.

"It's hot in the store," the guy said. "At least these shorts aren't a hot
material like yours."

Jason looked over at the man's khakis. "Yeah. These shorts are kind of
warm, but easy to slip off when I'm driving." He didn't know why he said
that, but he had.

The guy smiled. "I'd love to see that. You got anything on under them?"

Jason smiled. "Nah. Too hot for undies."

"I agree. I'm freeballing in this weather myself." The guy extended his
hand. "I'm Phil."

"I'm Jason," he answered taking Phil's hand and feeling Phil squeeze his
fingers together in a tight grip. Jason returned the squeeze.

"So do you often slip your pants off when you drive?" Phil asked.

"Only when I dare myself to," Jason answered. "Or when I'm dared to."

Phil raised his eyebrows. "Dared? I like that myself."

"Yeah?" Jason asked.

"Yeah. I dare you to prove you're freeballing," Phil said.

Jason looked around. "What? Here in the hardware aisle?"

Phil smirked. "Yeah. Just pull you shorts down in the front for me. Just a
quick flash."

Jason felt his skin warming and tingling. He was getting turned on. He
glanced up and down the aisle and with his left hand, slipped his thumb
under the waistband of his sweats and quickly tugged them down in the front
until his semi-hard cock was fully exposed to Phil, and just as quickly he
pulled them up again. Phil smiled broadly.

"Hey, I'm just working around my own house today, over on Chestnut
Street. You wanna come over and hang out for lunch?"

Jason looked around. "I was gonna go to the shore later, but Chestnut is on
the way home for me. I can follow you, and then head home after lunch."

"Sure, if you want." Phil picked up a pack of nails from the shelf, dropped
it in his hand basket and he and Jason went to check out. Outside in the
parking lot Phil immediately took off his shirt. "Way too hot for a shirt
today. I just put this on while in the store."

Jason tugged his tank top off over his head. "I did the same."

Phil pointed to a green truck a few rows over, with the words Phil's
Handyman Services written on the side. "That's me."

Jason spotted it. "Hey, I've seen that truck on my way home from work. I'm
over that way. I'll pull around and meet you at your truck." He hurried to
his car and drove around the parking lot, pulling up alongside Phil's
truck.

 Phil looked down at Jason's car. "Hey, I dare you to drive back to my
place with your shorts off."

Jason looked up at the handsome rugged features. Phil was a few years older
than he, but in good shape. He raised his hips and tugged his sweats down
his legs and off. He handed them out the window to Phil. "Here. You have to
give 'em back to me before I get out of the car at your place. Promise?"

Phil smiled, looking down in Jason's car at the growing cock between
Jason's legs. "You've got a deal." He pulled out of the lot and Jason
followed him on the ten-minute ride across town to Chestnut Street. He
casually reached down and stroked his cock a few times, and was very
self-conscious of being naked when he stopped at the traffic signals on
Main Street. In a few minutes they pulled up in front of an old house on
Chestnut Street, two blocks from Jason's condo complex.

Phil got out of his truck and walked back to Jason's car, carrying his gray
sweat shorts. He dangled them in front of the open window of Jason's
car. Jason grabbed them, and quickly slipped them on. "Come on," Phil
said. "Let me show you around the place."

Jason got out of the car and adjusted his hard cock in the shorts so his
erection wasn't as noticeable should anyone in the neighborhood be
looking. He followed Phil into the two-story colonial. "You're remodeling?"

"Yeah, the whole place. Come on up to the attic, you've got to see this."
Phil led Jason through the house with gutted walls and sawhorses all over
the place, to the attic stairs. It was hot in the attic. Jason felt the
heat hit him the moment he reached the top step.

"Man it's hot up here." He looked around at the opened windows, and saw
they were facing the front of the house overlooking the street.

"Yeah," Phil said. "It is hot. He leaned closer to Jason. "I mess around up
here with some buddies every now and again. I'm guessing you're into
messing around."

"Oh yeah," Jason answered.

"You get into anything else?" Phil asked.

"Like what?"

"You ever get tied up?"

Jason felt his loins stir with passion. "Not exactly. I don't think I'd
want to do that with a complete stranger."

"That's cool," Phil said. "See that ring hanging from the rafters here?" He
pointed to a metal ring hanging in front of a window overlooking the
street.

"Yeah," Jason replied cautiously.

"Grab it, and just pretend you can't move your hands for a moment. I'll
show you what it's like."

Jason stepped over to the metal ring, and reached above his head. His feet
were still firmly on the floor. "Okay."

Phil nodded and stepped closer to Jason. He leaned in and kissed Jason
firmly on the lips, forcing his tongue into Jason's eager mouth. He pressed
closer to Jason, rubbing his hairy chest against Jason's smooth skin. He
slowly began licking his way down Jason's chest and over his abs, before
stopping at the top of his shorts. "Did you like that?" He asked, leaning
back on his heels.

The tent in Jason's shorts spoke for him. "Don't stop."

"Are you willing to do it for real?" Phil asked. "No pain, just letting me
tie you up and enjoy your body?"

"I don't know," Jason hedged. "Can't we do it without ropes?"

"We can, but part of the thrill is the frustration of not having any
control over your release. Look, if you want you can tie me up afterwards
and do me?"

Go for it! Jason heard his inner voice urging him to allow this stranger to
tie him up in an attic. "Okay, but just my hands."

Phil smiled and grabbed a length of clothesline from on the floor. He
wrapped it around Jason's wrists and looped it through the ring over
Jason's head. Lowering his arms, Phil noticed Jason was sweating from the
heat of the attic. He leaned in and licked at the sweaty pits fully exposed
to him, and Jason moaned. Phil's tongue tickled but he didn't care.

Jason moved his hands to take Phil in his arms and couldn't lower
them. Damn, I see what he means about the frustration.

As if reading Jason's mind Phil laughed. "I'm gonna work you up into a
frenzy before I untie you, and they we'll hit the shower and the bedroom."
With that he leaned in and kissed Jason again, pressing his hairy body
against Jason's smoother one, rubbing his chest roughly down the length of
Jason's torso and then, grabbing the sweat shorts, Phil pulled them down
Jason's hairy legs and off his feet. Now Jason was bound before Phil, naked
except for sneakers. Phil stepped back and observed the long thick hard
cock extending from Jason's crotch and pointing upward toward the young
man's flat stomach.

As Phil admired the naked man in front of him, he toed off his work boots
and dropped his khaki shorts to reveal a very hard cock, curving upward
like a banana and slightly to the left. He had a thick shock of black hair
around the base of his cock, and a trail of dark hair running up his
stomach to a thick mat of hair on his chest. He moved in and knelt in front
of Jason again and took Jason's cock tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue
lightly around the crown tip before roughly assaulting his piss slit with
his tongue.

Jason leaned his head back and moaned with pleasure before opening his eyes
again to look down at Phil working on his tip and shaft. As he glanced down
he realized they were before an open window. A cooling breeze reminded him
of the window, and when he looked out he realized anyone who was walking by
or in the house across the street could easily see them. "Hey, do you know
we could be seen from here?" He asked, a bit of panic in his voice.

Phil looked up and smiled. "Yeah, that's part of the thrill. But don't
worry. It's the middle of the day. No one is gonna be looking up here right
now." At that moment the doorbell rang. "That must be Tom, my UPS delivery
guy."

Jason looked puzzled. "So just let him leave the package."

"No, he's one of the buddies I play with. Don't worry, you'll like it."

Before Jason could voice his panic, Phil was down the stairs, naked, going
to answer the door. Dammit! This isn't good, he thought. This guy could be
a psycho. Why the hell did I let myself get into this situation?

Because you're horny, the voice in his head replied. And because you like
the idea of not being in control, and having Phil show you off to a UPS
driver.

Jason's conversation with himself was interrupted when he heard footsteps
on the stairs, and Phil's voice. "I've got a little surprise for
you. You'll like it a lot."

Jason heard a low whistle as the two men reached the top of the stairs. He
still had his back to them, but he could imagine how hot he must've looked
from that angle.

"Damn, that's a fine looking ass," he heard a stranger voice say.

"Tom, this is Jason," Phil said leading the UPS driver around to face the
younger man. "Jason, this is Tom."

Jason's eyes widened. "You're my UPS driver."

Tom's pale Irish features, glistening with sweat from the heat of the attic
broadened into a smile. "Damn, you're the guy always answering the door in
boxer shorts or a towel. You have no idea how many times I've imagined what
you'd look like naked."

"Now you know," Jason said, taking in Tom's muscular chest covered in red
fur as he stripped off his brown shirt.

"I don't mean to rush, but I've only got half an hour for lunch, and I've
just got to suck on your cock." Tom said as he sank to his knees. He took
Jason's cock into his mouth. Jason felt the tiny hairs of Tom's reddish
blonde mustache tickle against the tip of his cock before Tom took his
shaft all the way down his throat.

"Yeah, suck me," Jason whispered. Phil leaned in and kissed him again,
before working his way around to the back of Jason's neck and then licked
his way down Jason's spine to the cleft of his ass. Jason shivered as
Phil's tongue slipped between his butt cheeks. He felt Tom's hand exploring
his body, and moving his hands to Jason's ass, kneading his butt cheeks
before pulling them apart so his friend could bury his tongue in his ass.

Jason watched Tom stand up and drop his brown uniform shorts, revealing he
too was freeballing, and that his stomach and cock and legs where all
covered in a fine coating of soft orange red fur. His cock was curved
upward as was Jason's, but didn't curve as much. He stepped forward again,
pressing his cock against Jason's while he leaned in and kissed the younger
man.

Jason had guessed both men, who were driving him wild with desire while he
was tied in a position where he could only take fleeting pleasure in a
returned kissed and the joy of having his cock and ass orally worked over
with expertise, were in their early to mid-thirties. He bucked to have his
cock press against Tom's once again, as Tom backed away.

"Man, I've got to have you fuck me," Tom said. He picked up his uniform
pants and produced a condom. He tore open the package and slowly rolled it
down the length of the cock on which he has just been sucking. He then
turned again to his pants pocket and produced a bottle of lube. "Phil, get
me lubed up for Jason here."

Phil took the lube and as Tom turned around and bent over in front of
Jason, he began preparing Tom's anxious hole for a plowing. Jason watched
Phil squirt the lube on his fingers and begin playing with Tom's ass. He
watched Phil slip one finger into Tom, up to his knuckle, and then slowly
finger fuck the hot UPS driver. Next Phil inserted two fingers, and
repeated the process, finger fucking Tom slowly at first. By the time he
had inserted a third finger Jason was bucking his hips in the air at the
sight of the hot ass being finger fucked right in front of him.

Phil positioned Tom in front of Jason, and took up a position behind Jason,
wrapping his arms around the hot young man, grabbing his cock. He bent it
forward, and Jason attempted to squat a bit, pushing his own ass back
against Phil's hard cock. Phil guided Jason's cock against Tom's waiting
hole and gently pushed his cock forward into Jason, only enough to make
Jason lurch forward and wedge his cock up Tom's hungry ass.

Tom grunted at the pressure of Jason's thick cock invading his ass, and
moaned as Jason kept the steady pressure up, pushing forward until he felt
the tightness of Tom's hole pulling him in and he knew he was in. He thrust
forward slowly, and pulled back, avoiding pulling too far back so his cock
stayed firmly in place in Tom's ass. He began thrusting in a slow rhythm,
almost like the breeze blowing in the open window against their sweat
soaked bodies.

"Yeah, fuck me!" Tom pleaded.

Jason picked up his rhythm, thrusting faster, but still avoiding pulling
out of the hungry hole. He felt his balls slapping against Tom's, and
Phil's hairy body rubbing against his back. He wasn't in the most
comfortable position to be fucking, but he didn't care because Tom's ass
was so tight around his cock. He didn't know how much longer he could hold
out. Several more thrusts and he felt his resolve giving away.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned, thrusting faster and harder into Tom's ass. He
felt Tom pushing back on him, as if he were begging for him to do it. It
didn't take much more for Jason to feel his cum shooting through his shaft
into the condom covering his cock. Spurt after spurt of hot cum forcing its
way out and into the reservoir tip. He thrust several more times until the
last of his cum was spent, and then he relaxed, glad to have the ropes
holding him in a standing position because he his legs were weak from the
pleasure.

He pulled back and Tom turned around to face him, standing up and removing
the condom from Jason's cock. His own cock was rock hard and leaking
precum. He took the condom and poured the contents of Jason's cum out onto
his cock and began pumping it in earnest stepping forward and kissing Jason
hard on the mouth, his tongue deep in Jason's throat, while he pressed his
cock and Jason's still flagging cock together and pumped them, feeling the
rigidity of the cocks against his fingers as he wrapped them around both
shafts and thrust, releasing his own load up between his body and Jason's,
coating their stomachs with their combined cum.

He too stepped back weakened from his quick hot sex lunch session. "I've
got to clean up and get back to work, but don't hesitate to answer the door
naked from now on." Tom said, kissing Jason and Phil again. "I'm gonna hit
the shower real quick. I hope we can do this again."

"So do I," Jason said, while Phil untied him and helped him down the stairs
after Tom.

The temperature was at least ten degrees cooler out of the attic, but all
three men were still soaked with sweat and cum. In the bathroom, one of the
completed rooms, there was a large tiled walk-in shower with multiple heads
from two walls. The three men piled in and Phil turned on the water, cool
to warm. He began to soap up Jason, who was now assisting Tom, allowing his
hands to finally explore one of the hot bodies that had given him so much
pleasure a few moments earlier in the attic.

He gently soaped Tom's chest, while standing behind him, rubbing his cock
against Tom's ass, once again. Tom turned and rubbed his chest against
Jason's soapy body, and Jason felt Phil doing the same to him from
behind. He felt Phil's fingers exploring his asshole, using soap as a lube,
and for a few seconds enjoyed the feeling of being finger fucked by Phil.

Now Jason turned to face Phil, and his hard cock. He kissed him and slid
down to his knees before the hairy contractor, and took the cock in his
hand. He directed it under the water to rinse off the soap before taking it
in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, as Phil had done to him
earlier, and then took the length of it down his throat. It tasted of a
combination of soap and water, and sweat, and he enjoyed it. He turned
slightly and found Tom also standing next to Phil, and hard again. He
didn't take time to marvel at the quick recovery time, as he wanted to have
both cock tips in his mouth at the same time.

Jason managed to open his mouth as wide as he could and tool both tips in,
and a couple inches of each cock, stretching his lips wider than normal,
and he sucked on both and licked and rubbed his tongue roughly against
their piss slits, and he then leaned back and as the water washed down over
them, he stroked their cocks while kneeling before them until both men
came. He squeezed and pumped their shafts while they kissed one another
deeply, and thrust into his hands. Phil came first, and Jason felt the
pulsing of the cock in his hand and quickened his pace, stroking faster
until his hand was a blur and he saw the ribbons of cum shooting out of the
tip in his right hand and splatter down on his chest.

Tom saw this too, and it gave him the visual encouragement he needed to
lose all control once again and blow another load, just as big as the
first, all over Jason's chest. Jason then stood up, and rubbed his cock
against the two slightly waning cocks, and he leaned in and shared a
three-way kiss with both men.

"Now I've really got to go," Tom said. "Hate to get fucked and run, but
work calls." He rinsed off and dashed out of the shower, leaving Phil and
Jason to rinse off.

Phil tossed a towel to Jason as they exited the shower and he
smiled. "Aren't you glad you groped yourself in Home Depot and caught my
eye?"

Jason laughed. "Yeah. You know I was considering doing some remodeling on
my townhouse, and if I could get a handyman who could be convinced to work
naked, I just might have to get that work done."

Phil draped a towel around his neck. "If I could get a home owner to hang
out naked with me while I worked naked, I'd just have to do it."

Jason's hand was already on his cock and he was gently playing with
himself. "Damn, this was a hot lunch."

"Looks like you're still hungry." Phil said as he took hold of Jason's
growing cock.

"Maybe a little." Jason whispered as Phil stroked him. He stood in front of
the full-length wall mirror watching the hot contractor stand next him
while he stroked off both of their cocks. Jason watched his reflection with
fascination, noting each stroke, and the way Phil would twist his wrist,
and how he would flick his thumb over the tip of Jason's cock and then
stroke his thumb along the underside of his shaft, while he stroked himself
as well, to the same rhythm.

He felt the cum building up in his shaft, and tried to hold back as best he
could, when Phil squeezed his shaft and stroked up and down the length
faster and harder, until he saw the stream of white cum shoot out of his
cock and against the mirror before them. He watched Phil's cock do the
same, and then his once again until they had both emptied their loads of
cum on the mirror and were watching it run down the glass to the floor.

The end chapter 3


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