Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 03:44:52 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Jerking With Jason Chapter 7

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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
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Jerking With Jason: A Day with Dooley
By R. A. Swain

"Wednesday's a boring day," Dooley said as he pulled his jeep into the mall
parking lot. "I'm glad you were around."

Jason shrugged. "I get lucky sometimes and can get off early, from work I
mean." He caught the snickering looking on Dooley's face. "Man, you think
about sex more often than even I."

"I think about sex twenty-four seven," Dooley replied. "Hey, I meant to ask
you, what are you wearing under your slacks?"

"Oh sure, that's a normal question a guy asks another guy," Jason
replied. He had just gotten home from work and was heading to his condo
when Dooley caught sight of him in the parking lot and had asked if he
wanted to go to the mall with him for an hour? So Jason hadn't changed,
instead opting to just loosen his tie, and ditch his jacket in the back of
Dooley's jeep.

"I'm freeballing under these shorts," Dooley said, referring to the loose
fitting khakis he was wearing.

"It figures," Jason said. "I'm wearing boxers."

"What kind?"

Jason paused. "Why?"

"Just answer the question," Dooley pressed.

"Tasmanian Devil print cotton boxers," Jason answered reluctantly. "What
are you thinking?"

"Nothing, I was just asking." He pulled into a parking space and the two
buddies walked across the parking lot to the mall. As they approached the
door, Dooley turned to Jason and said, "I dare you to pull your fly down
and leave it down while we're in the mall."

Jason hesitated. He looked around. Go on, he thought. You know you want to
do it. He made sure no one was looking his way, and he quickly opened his
fly. "You're on."

As they entered the mall Jason was more self-conscious of his open
fly. Dooley kept glancing toward Jason's crotch and smiling. Jason hadn't
realized it, but when he opened his fly he spread it slightly, perhaps out
of habit, and his boxers, being a dark blue, showed very plainly through
the open fly of his light tan slacks. He noticed a couple people giving him
extended stares, as they walked to the electronics store where Dooley
needed to go.

Inside the store Jason stood waiting while Dooley checked out stereos. As
was Jason's habit, he stood with his hands in his pockets. Dooley kept
glancing toward him, and Jason just thought Dooley was trying to psych him
out. He noticed the salesman also kept glancing toward him, which he
figured was because his fly was open and noticeable. He didn't realize that
by standing with his hands in his pockets he was spreading his fly wide
open. Nor did he realize how much he was enjoying the fact his fly was open
until he stopped to think about what kind of dare he was going to give
Dooley in return, and realized he was growing a semi.

"Nice boxers," Dooley whispered as he passed Jason. "I dare you to keep
your hands in your pockets for the rest of the time we're in the mall."

Jason looked down and realized what he had been inadvertently doing. He
looked up and caught the eye of the salesman, who was smiling at him, and
felt himself blush. He nodded to Dooley, and stepped over next to
him. "You're on."

He continued to stand around the store, following Dooley up and down the
aisles, fighting the consuming horny feeling that the act of exhibitionism
inspired in him. He was essentially flashing, sort of, and enjoying it in a
not so innocent way. He realized he usually enjoyed showing himself off,
but this time he was showing himself off on a dare from someone else.

Dooley finished browsing the stereos, and they left the store, with the
salesman looking after both of them. Now as they walked back through the
mall it was very evident Jason was getting looks. Finally a teenage guy who
passed them circled back and said, "Hey Mister, your fly's open."

Jason stopped and looked down. "Um, so it is. Thanks."

"No prob," the kid said and walked away.

"Should I zip up?" Jason asked Dooley, glancing around to see who might be
watching.

"No, keep walking. We're almost out of the mall. In the parking lot you can
zip up."

Jason did as Dooley told him, waiting until they reached the parking
area. "Now can I zip up?"

Dooley smirked. "Yeah, you completed the dare."

Jason zipped his fly and turned to Dooley as he climbed into his jeep. "I
dare you to take your shorts off for the ride back home."

Dooley's eyes widened. "You know I'm freeballing? I told you, right?"

Jason smiled. "Your t-shirt should be long enough to hang down over you
sides."

Dooley looked at his open door jeep, without the top on. He climbed in, and
quickly shucked his shorts, arranging his t-shirt. "I'm taking the back
roads back home."

Jason laughed. "Suit yourself, but you have to exit onto the highway from
the mall." Dooley snarled and started the jeep. The minute he began driving
he realized he couldn't hide his nakedness, as the breeze blew his t-shirt
up his belly. Jason laughed. "I dare you to keep your hands on the steering
wheel the whole way home."

Dooley looked at Jason and tightened his grip on the wheel. He felt the
thrill of being exposed running through his blood, and coursing through the
veins to his growing cock. "Man, I'm getting wood from this. I just hope I
don't pass any cops."

Jason sat admiring Dooley's cock, which was now sticking straight up
against his belly. "I hope not too, but this is worth the sight."

Dooley looked around as he exited the mall parking lot onto Route 18. He
floored the jeep and made it through the light to the first turn off. "I
dare you to strip down to just your boxers for the ride home," He said to
Jason.

"You're on." Jason replied. He opened his belt and shucked his pants as
Dooley buzzed along down the suburban streets, and then opened his shirt
and pulled it over his head, leaving him in just his boxers, socks and
shoes.

Dooley slowed down for a traffic light. "Damn," he muttered.

"I dare you to stroke yourself while the light's red," Jason said.

Dooley glared at Jason, dropped his hand to his rock hard cock and stroked
himself for about one minute. It was just enough excitement to start his
dick drooling precum. He could see the cars on the opposite side of the
light lining up. "We could get into real trouble doing this," he said.

Jason smiled. "Yeah, I'll go easy on you from here on."

"Me too, Dooley said, adding, "I dare you to hang your cock out of your fly
for the rest of the ride home." He stepped down on the gas pedal as Jason
fished his semi-hard cock out of his boxers.

"Are you enjoying the feeling of the breeze whipping against your cock as
much as I am?" Jason asked, as Dooley made a left onto Highland Avenue.

Dooley laughed. "It's the best. I love this feeling." He approached the
condo complex entrance and made a right. "I've got a few things to do right
now. I dare you to meet me at the Parkview Diner at eleven tonight, wearing
only your boxers and a t-shirt and sneakers."

"You're on," Jason replied.

Now Jason stood in the parking lot of the diner, reflecting back on the
earlier part of the day and enjoying the memories. It was almost eleven,
but the time didn't matter. He was wearing a pair of slightly baggy silk
boxers, a wife beater t-shirt, and sneakers. The weather was warm enough
not to really stand out, yet his attire was more then enough to stand out
if anyone really took notice of the boxer shorts.

He felt a slight thrill of excitement run up his spine and through his
cock. He only hoped he didn't get an erection before he got
seated. Mustering up his nerve, he walked across the parking lot and into
the diner. The hostess didn't seem to notice anything out of the
ordinary. She was about to usher him to a booth when he spotted Dooley
sitting in the back booth. "Never mind, I see my friend," he said, pointing
to Dooley.

He walked back past a table of guys near his own age, also wearing warm
weather clothing, but none in boxer shorts. He did get a couple glances
from them, but tried to play it cool. He stopped two booths later in front
of Dooley. "Well, I'm here."

"I can see that," Dooley said.

Jason took notice of Dooley's attire. He was wearing a similar t-shirt, but
had on a pair of baggy khaki shorts, and sneakers. A bit less exposed than
him, but okay. He took the seat opposite Dooley. "Now what?"

Dooley smiled. "You know the rules. I owe you a dare."

Jason smiled. "Are you wearing anything under your shorts?" As he spoke the
young waiter stopped at the table.

"Hi guys, I'm Pete and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you
tonight?"

"I'm Dooley, and this here's Jason. I'll have a coffee," Dooley answered.

"Iced tea," Jason said.

Pete turned to leave and glanced back at Jason before heading for the
counter. Jason and Dooley both noticed how Pete checked them out. "Do you
think he realized what I'm wearing?" Jason asked.

"That's the risk," Dooley said. "And to answer your first question, I'm
still freeballing under these khakis."

Jason smiled. "I dare you to hang you cock out of the fly and place your
napkin over your lap."

Dooley glanced around, noting the young guys two tables behind them were
laughing and talking and not paying attention, and the hostess was engaged
in a tabloid magazine, and no one was paying any particular attention to
them. He casually dropped his hand to his lap, and slowly opened his
fly. He got it wide open and reached in just as Pete came around the
counter carrying the drinks. He quickly pulled his cock out and placed his
napkin over his lap before Pete got to the table.

They waited while the drinks were placed before them. "What else can I get
you guys?"

"Nothing right now," Dooley said.

"Nothing for me," Jason said. He watched Pete turn to walk away, and
noticed him stop and glance back again.

"I guess you owe me another dare," Dooley said, gesturing toward his lap.

Jason shrugged. "I guess. What'll it be?"

Dooley smiled. "I want you to get your cock hard, but not cover your lap."

Jason looked around. If his got hard his boxers would tent up very
noticeably, and he knew it. Well, he thought, that's the risk. He dropped
his hand to his lap and slowly, as to not attract attention, began to grope
his cock through his boxers. As he did so, he noticed Pete behind the
counter glancing toward them. "Damn, Pete saw me groping myself," he
whispered.

Dooley laughed. "That's the fun of dares. Are you hard yet?"

Jason shook his head, "Almost. It's gonna be really noticeable."

Dooley smiled, "All the better."

Jason brought his hand back up on top of the table. "Done," he said as Pete
approached the table.

"Here you go," Pete said, placing a bag with Dooley's cheesecake in it on
the table. He glanced toward Jason. "Those are really cool shorts you're
wearing," he said.

Dooley smirked, while Jason blushed. "Thanks," he said.

Pete casually glanced at Jason's lap, and the tenting boxers, "Really hot
cool shorts. Can I get you guys anything else?"

"Not at the moment," Dooley answered.

He watched the young man walk away.  "I dare you to get yourself hard,"
Jason countered, also watching Pete's tight hot ass walking away.

Dooley dropped his hand to his lap. "This is gonna be interesting," he
said. He gestured with his eyes toward the counter where Pete was standing
watching them. "If I do this, the waiter is gonna see me."

"That's the risk," Jason replied.

Dooley casually slipped his hand beneath the napkin covering his crotch and
began to slowly play with his exposed cock. It didn't take long for the
napkin to tent up with is boner beneath it. He glanced across the diner to
the counter and saw Pete standing there, smiling. "He watched me," Dooley
said to Jason.

Jason looked toward the counter. "He's coming over."

Pete approached the table. "Are you sure I can't get you guys anything
else?"

Dooley shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Can I ask you guys something?"

Jason and Dooley both nodded.

Pete took a breath. "What are you guys doing?"

"What do you mean?" Dooley countered.

"You know what I mean," Pete answered. "I've been watching you two playing
with yourselves over here. Don't deny it."

Jason cast his eyes downward, and noticed Pete's crotch was also tented a
bit. "And have you enjoyed what you watched?"

Pete paused before answering. "Yes," he finally replied.

"Would you like to see more?" Dooley asked.

Now it was Pete who looked around before answering. "Yeah, I would."

"What time do you get off work?" Dooley asked.

"In an hour."

Jason leaned forward in the booth. "If you want to party with us, you have
to do a dare," he said, staring at Pete's crotch.

"Uh, not here. I mean, I can't do much at work," Pete said.

"You'd be surprised," Dooley said with a smirk.

"Okay, just nothing to get me fired," Pete replied.

Dooley and Jason exchanged glances. "Are you wearing underwear?" Jason
asked.

"Yeah."

"What kind?"

"Briefs."

"White?" Jason was guessing.

"Yeah," the young waiter replied.

Dooley smiled. "Go into the bathroom and take your underwear off. Leave it
in a stall, hanging on the back of the door. I'll collect it and you can
have it back when you meet us later in the park down the road, at the
basketball courts."

Pete paused for a moment and Jason and Dooley wondered if the hot young man
would accept the dare, and if he would show up in an hour? They didn't have
to wonder long. Pete smiled and laughed. "I'm in. Excuse me."

The watched as he walked away from their table, stop at the desk for a
moment and then cross to the restrooms. A few moments later he reemerged
and winked at Dooley and Jason. Dooley nodded and turned back to
Jason. "You'll have to get them, since you've got me sitting here with my
cock poking out."

"I don't have any pockets," Jason said.

Dooley smiled. "Yeah, you don't. That's your dare. Go get Pete's briefs."

As it was, Jason was boned up from the previous dares, but the thought of
finding Pete's briefs hanging on the back of the door of a bathroom stall
got him even harder. He stood up and tried to shift his cock a bit so it
was less obvious tenting out the front of his boxers, but it wasn't all
that possible. He did get a few glances from the college guys who sat a few
booths back, but he moved quickly to the restroom.

Inside he relaxed for a moment, and adjusted his cock so it wasn't tenting
out the front of his boxers so noticeably, then he went to the stall and
pushed open the door. Stepping inside he closed the door and found a pair
of medium sized white bikini briefs hanging front the hook. He grabbed then
and held them to his nose, inhaling deeply with his eyes closed so he could
imagine Pete pulling his pants down and standing where he now stood, naked
from the waist down, his cock puffing up from the excitement of accepting
the dare. His own cock pulsed in his boxers. He balled the briefs up in his
hand and reluctantly left the restroom and returned to his table.

"Did you find anything in there?" Dooley asked.

Jason smiled and pushed the briefs across the table toward his
companion. He caught sight of Pete standing behind the counter, and let the
briefs out of his hand more visibly so Pete could witness the exchange. He
wondered whether Pete was excited by the thought of two customers he sort
of knew in a professional way handling his briefs while he stood watching?

"Ready to leave?" Dooley asked, drawing Jason back to the moment.

"Yeah, you can slip your cock back in your shorts, but leave your fly open
while you pay and leave,' Jason replied, still thinking of Pete and what
they were going to do in an hour.

A short time later the two men sat on a bench in the park near the
basketball court. "Do you think he'll show?" Jason asked.

"Oh yeah," Dooley answered. "The kid is turned on by bets or dares. You
could see it in his eyes. I'll bet he was popping a boner the entire last
hour."

"So what should we make him do?" Jason asked. He leaned back on the bench,
his cock jutting out of the fly of his boxers; another dare from Dooley.

"I know what I'd like to see him do when he gets here," Dooley said,
glancing at Jason's stiff cock.

"Yeah, but I want to see him do more than just go down on me," Jason said.

"You're right," Dooley agreed. "You can put your cock back in your boxers
before he gets here."

They sat a few more minutes in the warm evening air, before they saw a man
walking down the path and across the grass toward the basketball courts. It
was Pete. They could tell from a distance, and as he got closer they saw
the young man, his white shirttails pulled from his pants and the top three
buttons undone.

"Well you had the courage to show up," Dooley said when Pete reached them.

"Yeah, I couldn't resist the urge to find out what you guys are all about,"
Pete said. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and
withdrew a cigarette, placing it between his lips and lighting it. He drew
in a deep breath before speaking. "So do I get my briefs back?"

Dooley looked at Jason. "What do you think?"

Jason shrugged. "Tell us about yourself, Pete? How old are you? What turns
you on? What made you accept the dare tonight?"

Pete took another drag of his cigarette. "I'm 20, working my way through
college in a crappy job, and everything turns me on."

"Everything?" Dooley repeated the word in a lascivious tone.

"Well, almost everything," Pete corrected.

"I owe you dare," Dooley said, "since you accepted my dare."

Pete eyed him. "So that's all there is to this? I do a dare and then I get
to dare you?"

"Yeah, just a simple game of dare," Dooley replied. "What kind of dare do
you have for me?"

Pete paused to think. "I don't know, I'm new at this."

"So you've never done dares or bets before?" Dooley asked.

Pete shook his head. "Not really. I mean, I did whip my dick out on a
school bus once on a dare from my friend Robbie, but that's about it."

"And you never thought about dares or bets aside from that?" Dooley probed.

"I didn't say that," Pete replied. "I just never did much."

"So hit me with something easy," Dooley said.

"No, hit him with your best shot," Jason spoke up.

Pete laughed. "So how old are you guys?"

"Not much older than you," Jason said. "I'm 25."

"I'm 28," Dooley answered.

Pete looked at the two men with a sparkle in his eyes. "Reach into Jason's
boxers and take his cock out and stroke it for one minute."

Dooley moved before Jason could react and Jason found himself enjoying the
feeling of Dooley's hand groping around through the fly of his boxers and
gripping his semi-rigid shaft and stroking him as he pulled Jason's cock
from his fly. Jason leaned back on the bench and enjoyed the feeling of his
friend stroking him in front of the younger man.

All too soon the dare ended and Dooley leaned back on the bench. "Join us,
Pete?"

Pete smiled and sat down between the two men as Dooley moved and motioned
to the spot on the bench next to him. He leaned in and whispered something
in Pete's ear. Pete tossed his cigarette down and crushed it out beneath
his shoe, then he finished unbuttoning his shirt and he began to play with
his nipples while Jason and Dooley sat on either side of him enjoying the
show.

"Yeah man, that's hot," Jason whispered. "Open your pants and pull them to
your knees."

Pete did as he was dared, glancing around before reaching for his belt. The
slight sweat on his tanned skin reflected in the moonlight, showing a fine
trait of jet black hair running down his almost smooth chest to his stomach
and disappearing below the waist of his black uniform pants. His fingers
fumbled with the belt and then the button, before working the zipper
open. He let his pants fall open without revealing his cock to the two
horny men watching him.

Slowly he reached in to his pants and began massaging his semi-hard cock,
knowing the two men were waiting to see it. He brushed his thumb against
the cut tip as he bucked his hips up and quickly move to push his pants
down to his ankles before letting his bared ass hit the cool wood of the
park bench. He spread his legs to get comfortable and allow his smooth
balls room to dangle as he put on a show for Dooley and Jason.

He slowly tugged at his cock, running his hand up and down the shaft of
what he knew to be seven inches, rubbing his thumb against his piss slit,
playing with himself in the moonlight like he would when he was alone in
his bed late at night or early in the morning. He closed his eyes and got
into the moment, pausing only when he felt two sets of hands begin to
explore his stomach and chest, feeling both his nipples being pinched and
twisted.

He opened his eyes and looked at Jason. "I dare you to enjoy this," Jason
said.

Pete smiled, leaned forward and allowed Jason to stick his tongue in his
mouth as their lips touched. Pete felt a tingling in his stomach as he
kissed the other man. He reached with his hands for the crotches of both
men, working his left hand around Jason's long hard shaft, and opening
Dooley's zipper and pulling his thicker cock out into the night air and
stroking them both as they took turns stroking his cock.

Dooley licked his way down Pete's chest and stomach to his neatly trimmed
pubes, and then licked his way up the length of the waiter's cock to the
tip. He swirled his tongue around the crown and engulfed the tip in his hot
mouth. Pete shivered and bucked his hips as he felt Dooley's lips run down
the length of his shaft and enjoyed the sucking feeling as he bobbed his
head.

Jason slowly pulled from Pete's grip and stood up, wagging his cock in
Pete's direction. Pete knew what the man was expecting, and he was willing
to give it, leaning forward and taking the long thin cock in his mouth all
the way until his nose was buried in Jason's hairy pubes. He hummed
slightly as the tip of Jason's cock tickled the back of his throat, and
moaned as Dooley did the same to his cock.

"Yeah, suck it," Jason moaned, as he thrust his hips forward and gently
placed his hand on the back of Pete's head.

Pete bobbed his head in rhythm with Dooley's oral skills, bucking his own
hips and thrusting into Dooley's mouth while he jerked Dooley off. Jason
pulled his cock from Pete's mouth.

"I'm gonna cum man," he said.

"Do it on my chest," Pete moaned as he looked down to see Dooley sucking
him off, and Jason's fist pumping his cock a few inches from his face. It
only took a few pumps, and Jason was erupting in hot streams of cum across
Pete's tanned chest. Pete moaned and bucked his hips again, pushing Dooley
back. "I'm gonna shoot."

He grabbed his cock and stroked himself several times before unleashing
stream after stream of hot cum to join Jason's coating his chest. Dooley
stood up and pumped his cock, watching the two hot men shooting their loads
on Pete's chest. The sight was enough to trigger him as well, and he felt
his cum shooting up his shaft and bathing Pete's chest in another load.

All three men shuddered with pleasure as Pete sat there getting coated with
the cum of his new friends. After a few moments of heavy breathing and
sighing, the men regained their senses.

"Damn," Dooley said. "That looks hot. I dare you to wear that home."

Pete looked at both men. "I dare the two of you to meet me here tomorrow
night at the same time."

Jason and Dooley looked at each other and smiled. "You're on," they
replied.

End Chapter 7


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