Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2010 11:47:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Wrong Jason"   by jay Roberts,    Gay Encounters

+++Not eighteen yet?  Go away.


I walked along the quad.  A few of the other students said, "Hello Jason,
what's up?"  I guess I was kinda popular around campus.  That popularity
stems partly from my stand-out performance on the court last week.  For the
first time in ten years, we won a basketball game.  But I am known to a few
guys with whom I had sex with.

I think that I attract guys because of my height, 6'5".  Maybe they think
that the height signifies cock length.  Well, I'm pretty good in that
department, but not what they fanticize.

I had two books with me.  My intention was to spread my blanket on the lawn
and do some studying in the early spring sunshine.  I settled down on my
side and opened a book.  A moment later a shadow fell over the page I was
reading.  I looked up.  There stood a real cutie.  I mean, he had it all,
thick curly brown hair, piercing green eyes and a perfect face.

He was smiling at me.  "Jason?"

"Yes."

He held out his hand and said, "I'm Toby.  I guess Jimmy told you about
me."

My mind checked out my card files of past lovers but couldn't come up with
a Jimmy.  But I wasn't going to risk losing this paragon of male perfection
over that detail.

"Yeah," I lied.

"Jimmy is one of my regulars.  He described you and thought we'd really
enjoy each other."

"How did you spot me, there are lots of Jasons around the school?"

"Couldn't miss you.  How many guys are there that are your height and have
curly blond hair, but enough talk, where can we go to get it on? I'm really
getting turned on."

This was surreal.  I asked, "Are you a student here?"

He laughed.  Oh those perfect teeth.  "No.  I never even finished high
school.  I'm too busy making money."

"Where do you do?"

"I'm open to anything."

You may think I'm a dumb jock, but I caught the whole thing.  Toby was a
whore.  Jimmy must be a customer.  I may or may not have been with him.
I'm bad with names.  Then too, it may have been another Jason this Jimmy
was referring too.  Toby mentioned he spotted me because I am tall.  Well
tall is a relative thing.  This Jimmy may have said tall, meaning about six
feet.  Anyway I decided to play along.  This Toby boy was rare meat and I
wanted some.

"You're getting a boner," Toby said, staring at my crotch.  It was true.  I
didn't try to hide it.  In fact, a turned onto my back and let it form a
pyramid in my pants.  "Nice," he said, licking his full lips.

This boy was outrageous.  Then I suddenly realized that he was a
professional and my cock subsided a bit.

"You charge?"

"Nothing that's free is appreciated.  Don't you think?"

He was so cute.  He sat down on the blanket and pressed the back of his
hand against my hard on.  I had already realized moments before that I
would have to fork over cash to get in his pants, but his back hand
stimulation raised the amount that I mentally decided I would pay.

"How much?"

"You suck me, $20.  I suck you $40.  I fuck you $50.  You fuck me $100.
All nighter $200."

I let out a "whew".  "I usually get all the sex I want for nothing."

"I don't doubt it.  You're hotter than hot.  Those prices were cut because
of that.  Sometimes I have to get with an older or unattractive john.
Doing stuff with you will be a pleasure."

"Thanks, but I don't see why I should become a john when...."

There was silence between us.  Finally he said, "Will Jimmy is a good
customer.  He gives lots of big tips, suppose we take a test drive and then
you can decide.

I started to get up.  "We can adjourn this meeting to my dorm.  I have a
private room."

He scrambled up as well.  "You should put a book in font of your pants when
we walk."

As we were walking I said, "Tell me about this Jimmy.  Describe him.  I
might then remember him.  I do owe him some gratitude for getting us
together."

"Well, he is one of my ewe types, a little old, a little fat and has bad
breath."

"Gee, I don't think I..."

"Oh yes, he's a professor here."

I was about to say that Toby had the wrong Jason because I never had sex
with a professor, especially an old guy.  All my boys were nineteen to
twenty two, the cream of youth and creaming youth.  I didn't say anything.
I wanted this boy!

When we got to my dorm, I ran to my bed and picked up a week's worth of
socks and jeans and pushed them under the bed.

Toby was taking deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm just enjoying that college dorm smell of past due sock washings,
stale beer and I think pizza.  Wait, pepperoni topping.  Am I right?"

"Very true."

As he expressed his love for sniffing boy's rooms, he was undressing.  I
stared.  He didn't seem to mind.  First he put his hands on opposite sides
of the waist of his tee shirt and pulled it off in one sweep.  I love that
gesture.  It seems to express surrender.  His outstanding chest was
exposed.  He had pure white/pink skin with delicate small pink nipples.
His slight six pack was lightly dusted with silky hair and the top of his
public hair began where that ended.  I failed to mention that his shorts
were dropped and kicked off and his rubber sandals followed.  No underwear.
This boy was ready for action.

You probably noticed that I didn't mention his penis.  Imagine I am
speaking in hushed tones.  It was a beauty, long soft, circumcised, lying
cosily into the hollow formed by his hanging ball.

He noticed me looking and smiled happily.  "Get undressed.  You have a
treat in store, sir."

Oooh, calling me sir was a turn on.  I had to pull my pants outward to get
it over my erection.  I kicked them off and pulled down my boxer shorts.

"Conservative, huh?"

"I guess, but not sexually."

"Goody!"

My sweat shirt came off.  His eyes widened.  He walked up to me and slid
his warm hand over my chest, flicking my tits as he roamed.  I had never
considered my chest as a sexual place.  I was cock orientated, but I was
learning.  He grinned when I let out a suppressed groan.



"You think enjoying your nubs getting felt up is girlie?"

"Maybe."

"You got a lot to learn about sexual enjoyment.  Now this is a freebie so
don't be greedy.  What would you like to do first?"

I hate when a potential sex partner asks that question.  I always feel that
it should develop naturally.

He saw the frown on my face.  "Oh, I insulted the boy.  Let me make it up
to you."

Now I have confessed to quite a bit of boy/boy sex but it was of the simply
kind.  I got blown mostly.  Once or twice, I returned the favor, but what
he did next was a completely new experience.

"Put your arms around me," he ordered.

Oh shit, my arms were around his warm smooth boy.  My prick was pushed
against him, almost painfully.  His arms reached up, far you know, and he
pulled me into a hard embrace and pushed his pillowy lips against mine.  I
jumped from the move.  I was sweet nineteen and never been kissed by a boy.
In a moment of his patience I began to get dizzy from the sensation and I
kind of feel into the kissing mode.  He must have felt me sag into him and
his began to move into round two.  His clever tongue reached my lips and
licked them.  I unconsciously opened my mouth to sigh.  He slipped in and,
boy he did a job on me.  His tongue was a sex weapon that brought me to a
boil.

Finally we separated.  I was staggering from the power of his sexuality.

He steadied me with a hand on the middle of my back.  "Are we permitted to
use the bed?"

"Sure," I croaked.

Now I decided that, although I wasn't paying for this session, I was still
the john.  I put on my firmest voice.  "Get on the bed, lay on your side."

His eyes widened in surprise at my bossiness.  I think he thought I was a
pussy, He followed my instructions.  I joined him, feet to head.  Now our
cocks were at each others mouth area.

"I decided to go for the $60 dollar item."

"What's that?  Sixty-nine."

I was about to say, "You got it," when I felt him licking my cock head.
Automatically I took hold of his cock and steadied it and dove in.  Now
this scene is not my usual.  I rarely get undressed and very seldom suck
cock.  I like being serviced.  But this boy was different.  I'd never get
away with that act with him.  He like total participation.

I stopped thinking, he had somehow how his mouth full of hot spit and was
bathing my cock head and licking that sensitive spot behind the head.  I
tried to get busy making him feel good.  This was almost a contest.  I took
a hard grab of his succulent ass check and dove down on his cock.  Soon I
had it mostly swallowed and was moving up and down the shaft and licking
the underside at the same time.  I realized that he had stopped working on
me.

I stopped also and looked up at him.  "Something wrong."

He groaned.  "No, except what you are doing is so intense, it paralyzed me
from doing my part, but don't stop.  I promise I'll do good."

That sounded like a slave boy.  Did he, the clever money-making from sex,
have a secret desire to be mastered?  I shrugged mentally and
enthusiastically took his sweet cock deep into my throat, something I had
never done before.  I could hear the boy whimpering with helpless delight
and passion.  Hey! I"ve become a master cocksucker.  Is there a degree for
that?

Suddenly the idea of carrying this dominance further, I took my mouth away.
He was still lazily suckling me and it felt fabulous.  When he realized I
had stopped, he stopped as well, "What's up Jason?"

"I decided that you need to get off, but I want to try something with you.
I know you will nut just from that."

He screwed up his face in interest.  Yow, he was so cute.

"What exactly do you have in mind?"

"I want to spend another $100 of my mystery credit."

"You mean..."

"Right!  I want to fuck that cuter than cute ass.  Let's not talk so much.
Get on your back and grab your sweet legs."

"I usually don't do this.  It's on the list but..."

As he jabbered, he did it anyway.  In a moment he was on his back and he
was holding his legs, his cute feet in the air.  Still he tried a last
ditch effort.

"I'll rim you instead.  What say?  This is something I never did for
anyone."

"Sounds nice.  We'll do that sometime, but right now.."  I gave his firm
dimpled ass cheek a resounded slap.  Tears came to his eyes.  He wept a
bit.  I had no pity.  I was aflame with the desire to sink my cock into his
hot hole.  I first rubbed my thumb over his pink pucker.  He stopped he
blubbering and moaned a bit.  His cock jumped and flexed.  I had a happy
boy now.

I put the head of my cock into his hole.  He howled in pain, maybe, but
also surprise.  I pushed in about half of my shaft and began a very slow
fuck motion.  His face relaxed, his tongue lolled out.  He was my puppet.

I sunk all the way in.  My blond pubes were tangling with his brown ones,
making friends, sort of.  I began to fuck more seriously.  Soon he got with
the program.  He met my thrusts and was singing with pleasure.  I think if
I stopped, he would die on the spot.

Now I promised him that he would nut.  I put my hand near his mouth and
ordered, "Spit on my hand."

He obeyed meekly.  I grabbed his rigid cock and shagged it gently.  Now he
was mewling in helpless delight.  His hips were thrusting, trying to get
more good feeling out of my hand.  I tightened my grip and rubbed him
faster.  His eyes opened wide and his cock got very stiff.  Just then I
felt my orgasm hit me like a train wreck.  I stretched out like I was on a
rack and began pelting his insides with my hot cum.  He felt it and his
cock began to unload sending streams of boy cum over his smooth body.  The
two of us were out of our minds for a few minutes while we climaxed
heavily.

When it was over, I was a little afraid that he would regret being
manhandled by me.  After all, he was the whore, but instead, he took my
hand and kissed it.  "Jason that was hot, hot, hot.  You are a sex genius."

He got up and went to his pants and took out his wallet.  "Lets see,
twenty, forty, one hundred, that's what I owe you."

"You're paying me?"

"It's worth every penny and if you want I can stay the night."

Then he did a strange thing, he began talking in a foreign language.

"What's that gibberish?"

"It Hungarian.  We're both Hungarian.  That's why Jimmy thought we'd were a
perfect match."

"Hungarian?  I'm not Hungarian.  My last name is O'Brien.  I'm Irish on
both sides."  Then I slapped the side of my head.  "You got the wrong
Jason!"

He was stunned.  His face was a study in confusion, then suddenly he
brightened.  No, I got the right Jason.  I bet the Hungarian kid was a
sexual dud.  You are on a scale of one to ten, a twelve."

"Thanks Toby.  You're worth every penny I didn't spend and here is your
money back.  How about spending the night, free for both of us?"

"I thought you'd never ask.  Now are you up to another fuck?"

End