Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2017 17:58:38 +0000 From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías Subject: Jacob and Jason - chapter 1 - Previous months. Jacob and Jason -- Chapter 1 -- PREVIOUS MONTHS. You often come to nifty to read about all your erotic dreams. You often cum with nifty. You need this website to jack off and cum. So help it live for long and consider donating. Redemption and personal evolution can be seen in the most miserable conditions, together with love and friendship, liberty, beauty and happiness. Read my first novel, Luces de la Tierra, in: www.luces-delatierra.blogspot.com.es or in English Lights of the Earth in: www.lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com.es Jason was coming! I talked to him on the phone when I was in my atelier, working with cats, giving them a second life. I am Jacob Ashler, forty-two years old and worked on my own as a taxidermist. I am one of the dirtiest men in town, I hardly have any showers, no more than once a month, and my house is really dirty, smelling of sweat everywhere and hardly ever swept and mopped. I liked living like this, in a sewer and I was startled when I knew Jason wanted to come and live with me. I had divorced Selma, his mother, ten years ago and she already had a new lover: Sean. He was Jason's stepfather. I had to leave her when I discovered I liked boys more than girls. I suppose I still like both but in the past few years, I had only had sex with boys, scarcely because few men wanted to have sex with such a dirty man as me. But Jason now told me he could no longer stand his stepfather. He never abused Selma and he was never angry at Jason either, but their characters were unbridgeable and Jason wanted to come and live with me, maybe working with me in the atelier too. I had often visited him, especially on his birthdays, often as dirty as I am right now. But I had to clean everything and wash myself previously. So, as I was my own boss, I took a free day and first had a long and thorough shower, and then decided to clean the house in no hurry. I opened all the windows and the balcony to ventilate the house and even bought some air fresheners. I swept and mopped all the rooms, especially that which would be his room. After hours of hard work it was difficult for me to recognize the house or even myself, but I understood I must have a different way of life for the time my only son was living with me. He had told me he would arrive at about half past eight at the station, if the train had no delay and he would come home at about nine. It was ten past nine when I heard the bell and stood up to open the door. Then I saw him. Jason! I could not believe it was him. I had not seen him for two years, though I had often phoned him and now I met a real Apollo. How he had changed. He had grown to be slender, had the sexiest body I had seen for a long time and his beautiful blonde hair was dirty. He was so cute at 22! I was not aware but I had gone hard when I met him, noticing one more thing about him. But he kissed my cheek very close to my lips and I returned the kiss with affection. After the warm hellos I invited him to sit on the couch and tell me about him. As he was telling me about his stepfather and the reasons why he now wanted to live with me, I was surveying him as an expert in boys and curiously imagining I met that sexy boy in a gay bar and having sex with him. But the most remarkable thing about him is how he stank. I was wondering how long he had been unwashed. His reeking smell was a drug for me then. The house had been cleaned, I had washed myself. Before he came I was sad there was no smell now in a house, my private sewer, which had been frequently dirty. But there he was, having just the smell I liked and I had lost. I thought he would go and have a shower soon but he didn't. It was not correct, but I had a boner all the time with him. But he was a nice young man and his points of view about everything made me proud of him. I wondered whether he had a good sexual life and was sure he could have the girls he liked most. He stood up to brush his teeth, he told me, but he never told me he would have a shower. He had a boner too and of course I said nothing. Erections are usual in young men and I would never reproach him. He came back and we ate something. I had prepared dinner for him. As we were eating I could see he still had a boner and noticed he could see my hard on too, but he said nothing. What a nice young man he was, I thought. It would be heaven to live with Jason now. Of course I assured him he would work with me and I would be teaching him. He did not want to be his father's parasite now. I understood and smiled. Then he hugged me warmly and his skin so close to mine with his wonderful smell made me hard as never before. He was drowsy and said he was gonna sleep now. I showed him the room that would be his now, large and with a big balcony. Then, when I was alone at last, I went to my room and took my clothes off. I had always slept buck naked. But I noticed that my erection wouldn't quit. I knew perfectly well I should not wank over Jason but I couldn't help it. I took my hand to my dick and started beating my meat with his image in my mind. I knew it was not correct and did not allow myself to imagine having sex with him. That first incestuous masturbation was only trying to picture him unwashed and with no clothes on. I imagined what his naked body would look like. And it would look even hotter in that sweaty smell. The fact is I was in heaven as I was jacking off but I had to cum soon and reality struck me later. I had wanked over Jason. I felt awful but calmed down a bit when I was sure I would never molest him and he would know nothing. But I had to do it so as not to burn and do something inconvenient. Finally I managed to sleep a bit and got up at half past five because he had told me he would get up at six and would run for two hours, something he used to do every day. Even though I still felt bad for having wanked over him last night, I could not help but have a new boner when I saw him coming, with his wonderful man scent and kissing me good morning. It was always in my cheeks, but so close to my lips that I even imagined him one day kissing my mouth. Of course that was never to be. At last he went out to run for a couple of hours and I would wait for him in our atelier. I thought he could have some time, unfortunately, to have a shower prior to coming to the atelier. There I was and soon I noticed I hadn't remembered to clean it and it smelt strongly of my sweat. Jason came at nine, sweating as a pig, his wonderful dirty smell all over him. He never said anything about the smell of the atelier or his own smell. I had to train him to become a good taxidermist and he was smart and learnt quickly. He was ready to become my apprentice first. We went up later to our home and again no hint that he was gonna have a shower. Of course I was not gonna reproach him for the way he smelled. I was so horny that in my second incestuous masturbation, I had to go a bit further. I knew I would feel awful later but I couldn't help it. I did imagine myself having sex with him, but I was pleasing him with my tongue, running down every spot of his sweaty body, and finally I imagined him driving his cock in my ass and I was moaning as he did. I wasn't even aware that imagining him fucking his father had made me cum, but I saw my hand covered in my own cum. Well, now there would come the time to feel bad at myself but I thought I could go on wanking over him as far as I saw myself pleasing him and he did not blow me or I would not fuck him. As days passed I still saw that he was better in the job than I could have guessed. I also noticed he had no intention to have a shower soon. He ran every day and came home with a stronger smell. I took the decision not to wash either as far as he didn't. If I did wash it would seem I was reproaching him, so I did not have any shower either and soon was smelly again. I was really wondering when he would like to wash himself, but days were passing and it never happened. So everything turned out for both of us. He was free and I would let him have any liberty. You wanna live unwashed? You can. Whatever you want. It soon became obvious we never broached any subject but we lived the way we wanted to live. He had boners all day and I was burning. I had to even imagine myself in my night masturbations fucking him, etc. Everything would be ok as far as I never made any advance and it was only imagination. But for the first time in my life I was living with the man I had always wanted to live, someone cute, sexy, intelligent and unwashed. When he had been living with me for two weeks, he told me one night that he was gonna throw the waste, but he was holding the garbage bag awkwardly and it was leaking, filling the floor with a foul-smelling track. He said he would clean it later, but he never did. So now the kitchen smelled of trash. That's how our house began to be a sewer again. I said to myself that I would not clean it unless the smell was annoying for him. But neither of us did. He did not wash and seemed to enjoy living in a sewer like his father. After two weeks I swept the kitchen floor but was careful to fill the floor with some new trash. I never heard him complain. A month later, we were both still unwashed and one day he was not at home, I went to his bedroom to search for something and I was really impressed at what I saw. He had filled the walls of his bedroom with posters of naked boys. I counted them. They were 53. I felt the temptation of jacking off there but I didn't. So Jason was gay! My eyes were fixed on them nevertheless. But soon I saw the two things that amazed me. They were all men of about forty, like I was and all of them very similar to me. And not only that. They were clearly sweating, all of them. I had the crazy idea that Jason could feel sexually attracted to his father, but soon I dismissed this notion. So you want to live with a lot of posters of naked boys in your room? Of course I would not say anything about it either. When he finally got home, he made me go to his bedroom with any excuse. It was obvious he wanted me to see the posters. But I returned to the living room with him and said nothing. We never talked about these things but probably he had found out that his father was not going to object. And soon I saw that Jason was freer than I thought and seemed to be forcing things little by little and waiting for his father's reaction. After a month I saw he had the habit of spitting anywhere in the house. We were dining and he often spat on the floor. I said nothing and the floors were never mopped. He liked spitting everywhere and soon I saw he also spat on the windows facing the street. But that was not all. He had a sore throat and I gave him a free week. When I came back home one day I went to the bathroom to take a dump and I was surprised at the strong smell of shit that I could perceive. The toilet had no shit. I went to where the stench was and I could not believe it. I opened the shower curtains and I saw he had shat on the bathtub! I had to jack off seeing that image of Jason's crap and smelling it. I came on the toilet and then I finally took a dump and as I was doing, I thought two things. Jason seemed to be as pig as me or even more. And shitting on the bathtub had, apparently, a second meaning. Neither of us could have a shower unless we cleaned the bathtub first, which we didn't do. But after three days the smell was so strong that I thought it would be unhealthy and I decided to take the shit away but I replenished the bathtub with some new shit, my own. But Jason would not have enough with that. Two days after I had changed his shit in the bathtub with mine, I saw one day that he had even dared shit on my bedroom floor. That would be too much for any other parent, but of course I never told him anything. If you want our house to be a real sewer I will not object either. Live the way you want to live, Jason. You are really courageous. I had to wank every night with the smell of his shit on my bedroom and of course after three days I changed it too with my shit. So he could see I would never reproach him anything, I had a crazy idea in one of my usual incestuous wanking and I puked on his bedroom floor one day when he had gone running as usual. When he came home he never told me anything about it either and my puke stayed on his bedroom for a week. But I could see every day, or so it seemed to me, that the amount of puke diminished and I could not help but think that he must be eating it. After a week I saw a different vomit on the floor. He must be doing what his father did. He cleaned the floor but left a new heap of puke on it. I wondered what had happened to the first amount of puke and had the strange thought that he might even have eaten it. So we lived the first three months. Neither of us ever washed. He was helping me to return the house to its former state of a real sewer. He was free. Everything had happened between us saying nothing. Everything but sex. But we reached August 30, his birthday. I had bought a bike as a present for him, but that day he would have a new unexpected present. He had been living with me for two months and a half for I remembered perfectly he had arrived on May 14. I was having breakfast in the living room when I heard his bedroom door open and next, I couldn't believe it. Jason had come from his bedroom buck naked and with a huge boner! It was hard for me to admit I was seeing that hot man's nudity. I went hard at once and I thought I would have masturbatory images for life at what I was seeing. He had a perfect body and a huge sexy dick. I desired he walked a few more steps and I could see his ass too. He was talking to me- -I'm sorry, Dad, but the need to piss was so urgent that I thought I would have no time to put my clothes on first. I was not gonna reproach him either, and horny as I was I simply told him. -Come on, Jason, run to the bathroom, lest you piss on your body. He ran to the bathroom then and I could finally glimpse his sexy ass. I knew I would have a perfect masturbatory image to wank over for life. I remained in the living room, having my coffee and hard as a rock, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom so I could enjoy again the vision of my son's perfect naked body.