Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:57:17 +0000 From: Jeffrey Fletcher Subject: Jonathan 26 This is a story that involves sex between males. If such a story is offensive, or illegal for you to read where you live, then do not continue, go and surf elsewhere. This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any specific person or persons. If there is any similarity to any real persons or events it is entirely coincidental. The work is copyrighted (c) by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. My thanks to Brian who has read this through and made a number of corrections and suggestions. Any remaining errors , grammatical, spelling historical or whatever are entirely my fault. Thank you to those who have commented on my stories. If you want to comment on the story then do contact me on Jeffyrks@hotmail.com. I aim to reply to all message. Jonathan 26 June 2009 The following Wednesday Jonathan went straight from work to Stuntingford. He found Jason's home easily. They had a ham salad which Jason hoped would give them sustenance for the practice, without making them feel too full. "We can come back here, and have something more filling after we've had a drink in the pub with the boys," said Jason. The cricket practice went well, and Jonathan was welcomed and asked to help with some batting coaching for a couple of older teenagers who were eager to get into the village team. After the practice there was the usual drink in the local. It was nearly nine o'clock when the two of them walked back to Jason's home. "I've got some spotted dick which I can warm up in the microwave, and I can soon make some custard too. That will help keep the wolf from the door until tomorrow morning." They were in the kitchen, which had a sink full of unwashed plates, and was untidy in the extreme. "When the parents are coming home I have to get this place straight. Mum says she doesn't mind a bit of dirt, as long as the place looks tidy. But I usually spend a couple of evenings giving the place what I think is a good clean before they get back. Though that is never up to Mum's standard." Jonathan laughed. Jason switched on the microwave for its minute and a half towards making the custard. He glanced over his shoulder, "Jon, are you gay?" The suddenness of it caught Jonathan on the wrong foot. There was a moment of silence before he answered. "Yes. Why? Is it a problem?" "No way. Not at all. In fact it could be a big plus." "By that I take it you are too?" "I think I'm possibly bi. I had some good times with some lasses some time ago, but at the moment I seem to be swinging the other way." "But how did you know?" "My gaydar twitched when you walked out to bat the other Saturday." "Did I walk out with a mincing step like a bloody ponce?" "Not at all. Some deeper intuition. You're as straight acting as anyone. I wondered if it was just wishful thinking on my part." "What made you think it wasn't?" "Spending last Thursday evening with you. No mention of girl friend, which is surprising with a sexy young man like you." Jonathan just stopped himself from saying that his grandfather's friend Simon had thought Jason might be gay. He realised that revealing that might have led to revelations he did not wish to make. "Never had a girl friend!" "I had several a few years back. Screwed some of them, and I quite enjoyed it. But then I went back to an even earlier time, when a group of us boys here in Stuntingford did a number of things together. Had one or two boy friends since then. What about you?" Jonathan nodded. "A few!" Then he laughed, wondering what Jason would think if he knew. Jason took the couple of steps over to Jonathan, and put his arms round and pulled him close. Jonathan did the same. Mouth found mouth, and Jason's crotch moved to rub against Jonathan. Soon hardness was feeling hardness in spite of the layers of clothing between. "There seems to be a good deal of mutual response, Jon?" Jonathan let his hands rub downwards over Jason's back until he reached his buttocks. He squeezed them, and then pulled Jason even closer. "Pity you can't stay the night, and there's work in the morning." "You're eager for it, aren't you, Jase?" "I'm always eager for it, especially when there's a sexy man within reach." Jason reached down and felt Jonathan's hardness. "I thought you'd be having a good one. So, Jon, what do you like doing?" "Pretty well everything. And you?" "Much the same. Like some good kissing and cuddling. I like sucking and being sucked. And if I'm getting on really well with a guy I like to do a bit of fucking." Jonathan laughed. "You're not so sure about the last step?" "Correct. Have had a couple of painful experiences from men wanting to get their tool up there too quickly and unprepared. So I need to be very sure about a guy. They both made promises about taking it slow, and being gentle, but when it came to it their cocks were more like battering rams than instruments to give pleasure." "I know, exactly, the type you mean. Had the same sort of treatment myself. There's plenty of pleasure to be had without going all the way." "Do you give as well as receive?" "Yes. Again with the right guy." Jason pulled down the zip on the front of Jonathan's jeans, and pushed a hand in. "That's better, getting closer." Jonathan undid his belt and the button at the top of his jeans, which immediately gave Jason easier access. His hand moved to the elastic top of Jonathan's pants and he inserted his hand and felt down until he could hold Jonathan's cock. "That is a very nice tool you've got there. I want to suck it." "It's all yours, Jase. But I think it might be a bit high after that cricket practice, and all day." "So what? Good honest sweat. I expect you have showered sometime in the last week." Jonathan laughed. "This morning, before work." "Same with me." Jason knelt down on the floor, and extracted Jonathan's cock from the confines of clothing. "You've got a good one. Very suckable." He put his mouth over the head of Jonathan's cock, and began to suck. Very quickly Jonathan was shooting his load into Jason's mouth. "And it tastes good as well." Jason stood up, and Jonathan now put his hand over the bulge in Jason's jeans. "Now let me return the favour, Jase." "Just rub your hands there for a mo." Jonathan held as much as he could of Jason's cock through the layers of clothing, and rubbed. He felt the bulge spasm, and Jason cried out. "You've cum!" "Yes. I nearly came while sucking you. I knew you would not get it out before I shot my load." "Sorry." "Don't be. I enjoyed that. Very much. I often cum quickly the first time; if we continued now, the second or third time would take longer." "You always been like that, Jase?" "Yes. Right from the word `Go'. From the first time I did anything with another guy. I was much the same with the birds." "What was your first time with a guy like?" Jason resumed dealing with the spotted dick and custard. "I was about thirteen or fourteen. Just discovered the delights of masturbation, but never done anything with anyone else. I was coming home from school on a late winter afternoon, walking down the footpath that runs at the back of the cricket pavilion. Know it?" "No. I haven't been round the back." "Well, there's this footpath, and a gate leading on to the cricket ground just a few feet from a back door into the pav. (Pavilion. Where teams changed, cricket gear was kept, and where teams sheltered when there was rain!) I was coming from the bus stop up towards my home, and Ray was coming down the other way. Ray was then in his early fifties. He was a married man, with four or five kids. His great interest in life, his obsession was cricket, in particular our village cricket. He had reluctantly stopped playing in his late forties. But he was the odd job man around the pav. Small repairs, painting inside and out, keeping the equipment in good nick; Ray would do it." "Useful man!" "I should say. Anyway, that afternoon we were walking towards each other when the heavens opened, a sudden sharp shower. We were both likely to get soaked. `Hop in the pav.' he said, opening the gate and unlocking the door. It was all rather dark inside. The windows were all shuttered over for the winter, and only a little light got in. He switched on a light and shut the door. `Shouldn't last long,' he said. `Like a cup of tea?' `Please' I said, and he went and started brewing a pot of tea. He got out a couple of chairs and we sat down to drink our tea. He started talking about cricket, about school, and about cricket at school. I was interested and liked playing. He said he thought I'd make a good bowler. He subsequently coached me a lot. Then he started asking about my age, friends and then we got onto growing up. It was all the usual seduction guff, but I didn't know that then. He asked me if I shaved. The answer to that was a direct `no' then. Then he asked if I was getting any hair under my arms and around my cock. I was surprised at his directness. The answer was no to under my arms, and that there was a little patch like a very soft tooth brush by my cock. `Have you cum yet? Do you toss yourself off?" I think I went a bright red. I'd never heard an adult talking about tossing off and cumming. `I see you have,' he said, and put his hand on the lower part of my thigh." "I bet that gave you hard on?" "You can say that again. `See you like that,' he said, and started gently rubbing his hand up my thigh. "Done anything with anyone else?' Ray asked. I shook my head. `That's even better than doing it on your own.' `But you're married,' I said. `Yes, but I'm one of those who like it also with another man or a teenager like you.' He continued to rub his hand up and down my thigh. `Can I see what's making that mound in your school trousers?' `If you want'. He undid my zip and put his hand in, and straight way I shot my load, all over his hand and in my pants and trousers. `I'm sorry,' I said. `What for?' He took his hand out of my trousers and started licking my cum. I must have looked at him open mouthed. `Never tasted any cum, not even your own?' I shook my head. `I just wish all that had gone in my mouth, it tastes good. Let's see if I can shoot a load like you?' He stood up, undid his zip and extracted his, what seemed to me then, colossal cock." "Was it really big?" "About six and half inches, uncut but really thick. As I looked at it I kept thinking about the kids he'd sired with it. He started jerking himself off. `Want to touch? Want to help?' I reached across and held his cock. It felt strange, not just holding another guy's cock, but an adult's cock. A fully grown one. `Feel it, Jase. Every part. Feel my balls.' He undid his belt, lowered his jeans, and pulled up his shirt. `Let me see you properly.' I slowly undid my belt and lowered my school trousers, and pants, but my attention was on him, as he tossed himself. `Here it comes.' A couple of powerful jets of white cum shot out onto the wooden floor. `Well Jason, that's a good way to spend the time sheltering from the rain. Did you enjoy that?' `Yes, very much. You spoke about wishing my cum had gone in your mouth.' `Yea,' he said, `Haven't you heard of blow jobs?' `Yes, but don't really understand, does it mean a man putting another man's cock in his mouth until he cums?' `Exactly that. It's great. If you want there to be a next time I'd love to give you a real good blow-job – though not if you shoot off straight away.' We both laughed. He told me he was usually in the pav at that time of the afternoon, and to knock on the door. He told me to knock in a special way. But not to let anyone see me doing it." "I bet you were round there the next day." "No. I couldn't because of something on at school until later. It was the day after that. When I knocked, Ray opened the door, and I nipped in quickly. He had a cup of tea ready, but I don't think we drank any then. He was straight away undoing my belt and unzipping me, getting my trousers down. `I'm not going to begin by giving you a blow job.' He tossed me off, and yes, I came almost at once. After all I'd been looking forward to it for forty-eight hours. I then got his cock out and played with it, which he liked. It seemed so big and hard. I think we then drank our tea. `Now sit on that chair, and lean right back, close your eyes and enjoy.' My cock was sort of semi soft by then. I sat down as ordered, with my bum on the edge of the chair, and shut my eyes. I felt his fingers on my cock, and then this incredible sensation of softness, wetness and warmth. I gasped, and opened my eyes, Ray was kneeling on the floor and my cock was in his mouth." "I bet it was soon hard." "Instantaneous. He sucked, licked it from the bottom to top as if it was a lollypop. Then he licked my balls, and between my balls and thigh. He kept bringing me close to a climax, and then turning to do something to my balls. I was rolling around, or trying to. His hands held me firmly. I was desperate to cum. Eventually I did, shooting a good load into his mouth. `At long last, a good mouthful of your delicious teenage cum. Better than any pint any day!' That was the first of many encounters with Ray. He taught me how to bowl, and he taught me all about man to man sex." "I presume he soon introduced you to being fucked?" "Yes, he was soon fingering my hole; and I liked that. `I want to get my cock up there,' he said. `No way! You'd split me in half.' `Not if I was careful. I wouldn't want to hurt you `cos I'd be wanting to do it a second time, and a third and many, many more. If I hurt you you'd never come back here.' We talked about it. But first he let me fuck him." "Did you enjoy that?" "It seemed strange. Ray is a muscular man. He wasn't our best bowler for years without keeping a good body. He was very hairy, front, back, and not least in his arse crack. I was a bit put off at first confronted with this fully grown mature man's hairy arse. `Get it in, lad,' he kept on saying." "What position were you in?" "Doggie fashion. Once I got my cock there it slipped in easily." "I bet you came very quickly?" Jason laughed. "You're right there. But I'm not young for nothing. I think I came three times before I pulled out." "You fucking stallion!" "Yes, I was a fucking stallion. It was great. Having enjoyed it I couldn't say `No.' But he kept attending to my arse. He soon got one finger in, and I liked that. Then a couple of fingers. He started stretching me. He went a bit further each time we were together. Then it was three fingers. `I think you could take me now.' I was kneeling down. In the pavilion it was either standing up, or doggie fashion. There was nothing soft to lie on. I felt his cock-head in position, and then he began to push. He didn't thrust, just a steady pressure. He kept telling me to relax. When I relaxed a bit he slipped in a bit further, but then I'd tense up again. Slowly stage by stage he got fully in." Jonathan remembered his first time with Keith the day after he had left home; and even more his one time with Bill's monster of a cock. "So that was you all set up." "Ray had three or four other lads who'd call in at the pav. Sometimes I'd be already there, and sometimes there'd be the special knock and Ray would know that it was one of his lads, and open the door. Ray liked to watch us fucking or sucking each other, especially fucking. When the summer approached we couldn't risk being in the pav. Several other members of the team had keys, and would have a good reason to go in. Some of the wives borrowed their husband's keys to do things in the kitchen." "So was summer a time of total abstinence?" "Not at all. Just not in the pav. We could meet up outside, or in some barn. The word would go round, or two of us would arrange to meet somewhere. In the country there are plenty of places in the summer. From childhood you know the quiet places." "So when did you have your times with girls?" "That was shortly after I left school. There were a couple of girls at work who were known to be available." "And you availed yourself of the opportunity?" "Of course. It was round the office, take one of them to the cinema, she'd give you a shag afterwards, either in the car, or back at their flat." "Did they live together?" "Yes, and they talked to each other, comparing notes. When I shagged the second one she said her flat mate had told her I came quickly." "They didn't mind?" "No I think they were cock counting, seeing who was fucked by the most guys." They laughed. But what about you? How did you start?" asked Jason. "For me it was one half term holiday with a school friend. He'd been seduced by an uncle, and borrowed some of his uncle's porn CDs. They largely showed us what we could do. We did a lot together, until our ways separated." Jonathan looked at is watch and was horrified to see the time. "I hope we can do things better another time." "I hope for another time. Next week are you coming to Whitgest on Thursday?" "Why not? But will there be an opportunity for some fun?" "I'll see if I can persuade Gramps to go for a drink in the pub, or call round on his friend, Simon. It was now nearly ten o'clock and Jonathan had to make the journey back home. They quickly said good bye. They both laughed at the very considerable damp patch that was showing on the front of Jason's jeans. *** As Malcolm was already in bed, almost asleep, there had been no opportunity to talk over the evening with Jason until the late the following evening. Thursday evening was Whitgest's practice night, and Jonathan went to that. "Did you have a good evening over in Stuntingford," asked Malcolm peering over his glasses and the newspaper. "Yes, very," answered Jonathan with a broad grin. "Simon was right!" "Right about what?" "Jason is largely gay! He says he's bi. Started off with guys, seduced by an older man. Then had a period with the lasses, but now it seems to be all guys, when it comes to sex." The paper and glasses were removed, and Jonathan had his grandfather's full attention. "Tell me more." Jonathan decided to play his grandfather's trick, and began with an every twist of the road account of the way from Stevenage to Stuntingford. "Cut the irrelevances, boy, and get on with what is more important." Jonathan continues with a ball by ball account of the cricket practice. "I said `cut the irrelevancies'; you know what I want to hear about." Jonathan laughed. "I'm only playing your game, Gramps!" Malcolm laughed, "You're more than a chip off the old block in looks. Get on with it!" "He asked me outright if I was gay." "What? His gaydar must be as acute as Simon's. So what happened?" "I had a very nice blowjob!" "And you gave him one in return?" "No. By that stage I only got my hand on his crotch and he came in his pants." Malcolm laughed. "And there was a lovely damp patch on his jeans." "Good evening then?" "Yes." "When is the next time?" "He's coming over here next Thursday for cricket practice again." "And I suppose you want to make this poor old man homeless for a couple of hours later that evening?" "How did you guess, Gramps?" "We think the same way, Jon. So is this Jason your man?" "I don't know. I don't know him nearly well enough at the moment." "I suppose so. What sort of man would be your ideal, Jon?" Jonathan paused before answering. "I think someone about my own age, not a great deal older." "Had enough of older men." "May be. I don't want a fat guy. I want someone who likes doing the same things." "Like cricket?" "Gramps, you know what I mean. The same things sexually." "Versatile, is that the word?" "Yes." "Do you want an experienced guy?" "Some experience. I wouldn't want a rookie, [recruit- someone new to something]. Someone with some experience, so we'd soon know if we were really compatible." "As experienced as you?" "Perhaps not as experienced as me." Malcolm looked straight into Jonathan's eyes. "Yes, Gramps, I know what you're getting at. I would rule myself out for being too experienced. Damn, that bloody Bill. He's awakened me, and at the same time ruled me out from having a good relationship with a decent person." "Would one of Bill's clients, one of the ones you liked, be ruled out by you?" "Possibly not. But I want someone near my own age, and there were only a few of those." "Physique?" "Oh, an Adonis. About my height, physically fit, good body. Good at games, not necessarily just cricket. I like the outdoors, games, exercise, walking and so on. Would not want some nerdish arty type." "I am sure that somewhere out in the great blue yonder there is someone who will fit your bill." "It's a matter of finding him. But more immediately, will you go to the pub after the practice next week?" "I suppose so!" Malcolm gave Jonathan a wink and went back to the newspaper. *** The following Saturday there was a home cricket match for the Whitgest team. Their opponents batted first and scored 197, a respectable score in the circumstances. As usual Jonathan opened for Whitgest. The opening pair put on 75 before his partner was out leg before. The captain of the Whitgest team then joined Jonathan at the crease. They had put on another 25 when they noticed that heavy clouds were mounting in the sky and it looked as though a thunder storm was approaching. Jonathan and his captain held a conference. "Let's go for it. See if we can knock up another 98 before the storm breaks." The sky grew darker, and the rumbles of thunder became louder, and there were flashes of lightning. The two batsmen became quite reckless in their run getting. Steadily the score mounted, as they hit the ball hard for boundaries, and more gently towards fielders in the deep so they could scamper singles. They hooked and swept, cut and drove. The umpires offered the batsman to stop play because of the bad light, but they declined. Jonathan was in the nervous nineties and the total 190. His captain took a single off the first ball of the next two overs, so allowing Jonathan the strike. As he hit the winning stroke for four the total was 199, and he had made 101 not out, there was a tremendous clap of thunder and the rain, heavy with hail stones fell on the players as they ran for cover in the pavilion. Jonathan ran waving his bat in triumph over his head. "I've done it, I've done it. Got my ton for Whitgest!" I am the fifth Pridham to get his ton here, and the first of the third generation, he thought. Everybody was clapping as he ran, soaked to the skin, up the steps into the pavilion. Centuries in village cricket are not very common. He looked around for Gramps, who was standing clapping and almost jumping from foot to foot. Jonathan went over and flung his arms round his grandfather. "Well done, Jon. Well done. I wouldn't have missed that for anything. But look, you're making me all wet. I'll be dead with pneumonia within the week." Jonathan just laughed. Everybody came up to clap him on the back and shake his hand. He was the hero of the day. *** Jonathan made a point of going at least once a week over to Luton to see his parents and Abigail and Thomas. He always went straight from work, hoping for some time alone with his mother. He felt his mother was seeking to understand his sexuality. On his next visit he was in the kitchen as Lois was preparing the meal. "Jon, when you told us all about your time away, mention was made either by you or your grandfather, I have forgotten which of the two of you, about something called gayradar. Can you explain it, please?" "Well Mum, It's usually called simply `gaydar'. Some gay men seem to have the ability to recognise other gay men. Keith said that he saw it in me when I went into King's Cross station." "But how did he?" "Some gay men are obviously gay. There are a number of mannerisms that can give the game away. Sometimes it is how a guy walks, or talks, or just moves his body. Say, like this." Jonathan twisted his wrist in an expressive way. "But I've never seen you do that. Surely you weren't doing it walking into King's Cross station at that time of night?" "No. I was hungry, upset about the black eye, and wondering what to do." "So how did this Keith know about you?" "For some gay men it seems almost an intuition." "I thought only women had that!" "No. Men have intuitions to. Dad sometimes says he is worried about something, and has no real evidence for his concern. He has an intuition, a feeling, that something is wrong, or a particular thing needs doing." "But to be able to tell whether another man is like you? Can you?" Jonathan very nearly said, `But Simon, Gramps friend can'. Fortunately he stopped himself. That would have taken some explaining. "No I can't.. When I was seeing Bob I didn't even think about going with anyone else." "That is one of the good things from that episode," murmured Lois softly. "Such an ability was irrelevant when I was at Bill's. It was quite often talked about among the Boys, when they were talking of their experiences before coming to Bill's. Some of them seemed to have it more than others." "Is it something some gay men are born with then?" Jonathan though that one over for a moment. "Probably partly. But I think it can be developed." "How?" "I think some gay men almost switch it on when they go out. They look at men and wonder if they are gay. There may be some just liking the way a guy looks. I gather quite a lot is made by eye contact. Men tend to walk past each other without looking in the eye at all; but sometimes there is an eye contact. I think that may be involved." At that moment there was the sound of Michael's key in the lock of the front door, and that conversation ceased, and the atmosphere became more strained. *** The next week Jason came over to Whitgest for their cricket practice on the Thursday. Malcolm had agreed to be away from his home until after eleven fifteen. He had arranged with Simon to go round there for a meal, and then to have computer problems until eleven o'clock. This had all been agreed with much pretended grumbling, but eager acceptance and with the delighted connivance of Simon. Jason and Jonathan met at the cricket club, joined in with the practice, and went back to the Eagle and Child for a quick drink. They were soon back at Malcolm's. "Do you want something to eat first, or have some fun first?" asked Jonathan. "Fun first, I've been looking forward to it all day. Hardly been able to keep my cock from making his presence felt, or rather seen." "What about having a shower together?" "Good idea." The bathroom had a walk in shower, and soon their clothes were on the floor, and they got into the shower. This was the first time they had seen each other completely naked. They eyed each other and passed appreciative comments. "Let me soap you," offered Jonathan. He was soon rubbing his hands all over Jason's body. Though the vertical is not the ideal posture for giving a massage, Jonathan automatically found himself using some of the techniques he had learnt at Bill's. "Wow, Jon. You don't half do that bloody well." "Haven't you ever had a shower with another guy before" "Yes, a few times. And done some mutual soaping, but its never felt like that before. It feels as though you were a professional." Jonathan did not acknowledge how close to the truth that was. Very quickly Jason shot his load. "Perhaps I will take a little longer over the second time." Jonathan used another load of shower-gel, and continued to rub his hands all over Jason's body, and then washed all the shower-gel off. "Now you do me." Jason started running his slippery hands all over Jonathan, paying particular attention to his cock, balls, perineum, buttocks and in between. When they had finished cleaning each other they stood under the water, arms around each other, and kissing. Then they dried themselves, bundled up their clothes and went into the bedroom. This was not Malcolm's bedroom, where Jonathan slept with his grandfather, but Kevin's old bedroom where Jonathan had slept until he had the first bad nightmare after his time at Bill's. Malcolm had insisted that Jonathan keep all his clothes and things in that room, as there were others who might well come upstairs, especially Michael and Lois! Jonathan and Jason had an enjoyable three quarters of an hour together. There was a lot of getting close. Much kissing and hugging. Cock was thrust against cock. They had spells of sucking each other. It was Jonathan who quickly brought Jason to his second climax. He received a good load into his mouth. "That's been a good evening," said Jason. "A good cricket practice, and some excellent sex. Can we get your grandfather to be out of the way again?" "I'll see what I can do." *** Jeffrey Fletcher at Jeffyrks@hotmail.com