Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 10:47:48 -0600
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Jason04 by Justin Davis (M/t, M/M, mast, oral, anal)

This story contains graphic sexual scenes involving young males and
older males. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age
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This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.  Additionally, the actions of the characters in this
story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to,
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Jason
By
Justin Davis

Chapter Four


Because of his P. E. class at school, Jason suddenly developed an
interest in playing tennis, and since I had played tennis in high
school I was able to help him with his game.  The apartment complex
had four tennis courts and we began to find ourselves playing tennis
more than going to the beach or doing other things.

The spare bedroom became Jason's room in every since of the word.
Posters of Mark-Paul Gosselaar and Kirk Cameron adorned the walls of
the bedroom, along with Christopher Atkins, Jason's older crush.
"Saved by the Bell" and "Growing Pains," became regular television
fare for the both of us. As Jason got more into tennis, pictures of a
young Andre Agassi and Pete Sampras went up on the wall with the
others.

"When you were my age did you ever get horny for some of the young
guys on TV?" he asked me one evening as were watching "Saved by the
Bell."

"Well, yeah.  There were a couple of guys on the re-runs of old
television shows that I liked," I replied.

"Who?"

Well, my absolute favorite was Ricky Nelson."

"Who was he?"

"Well, he was the youngest of two brothers on a family sitcom called
"Ozzie and Harriet.  They used to show the re-runs when I was a
teenager.  He became a very good musician and even was touring with a
band, when he was in his forties, when they died in a plane crash."

"Did you like him?"

"Oh shit yes!  I even had a photo album with tons of pictures of him.
I thought he was absolutely the hottest thing in the world."

"Who was the other guy?"

"It was a guy named Johnny Crawford.  He played the son on and old
western show called "The Rifleman."  I thought he was sexy, too."

"Did yah ever think about what it would be like to do stuff with um?"

"Oh yes!"  I replied.

"That's neat!" Jason said, and readjusted his head, which was in my
lap as it usually was when we watched television together upon the
couch.

The spring term at Jason's school went well, as did his tennis game.
I decided to contact the tennis coach at the college and arranged for
tennis lessons, Jason had his heart set on making the team at his
school that fall.

During spring break, I had asked Mary's permission to take Jason to
Disney World and she had agreed.  Jason and I spent the entire week
there and had a ball.  All in all, it was a rather uneventful spring
after what had been a somewhat rocky fall.  Uneventful, that is, until
Jason made his pronouncement.

"I'm wanna get my hair cut short and get an earring," he informed me.

"No you're not," I proclaimed.

"I can if I want to!" he retorted.

"Jason, you're not!" I replied, thinking of all that lovely, long,
blonde hair of his no longer brushing my tummy as he sucked me.

"What does your mother say?" I asked.

"She don't care."

"Well, I do!"

"It's my hair!"

"The answer is no!"

"You're just a fucking old fag that won't let me do anything!" Jason,
screamed back at me, and stormed off to his room and slammed the door.

I was stunned and hurt at his words.  I sat down upon the couch and
wondered what to do.  I realized I was being selfish.  So, I got up
and went to Jason's room.  He had the door locked.

"Jason, let me in," I said.

"No! Go away!"

"Jason, let's talk.  I was wrong," I said.

"Wadda you want?" he said, when he unlocked and threw open the door.

"Sit down and let's talk," I said, pointing to the bed.

"Look, I'm sorry.  It's just that you have the most beautiful hair of
any boy I've ever seen.  It was kind of a shock for you to tell me you
wanted to cut it."

"Long hair's not the thing anymore.  I wanna have hair like everyone
else," he replied.

"I understand.  Tell you what, don't get radical with it and I'll buy
you the earring," I said.

"You will?"

"Yes."

I'll have to admit, even though I wanted to cry as Jason's blonde hair
fell to the floor, he did look good in his new classical cut, not to
mention the fact that the gold ring in his left ear mad him look even
sexier.  The first of many battles to come was over and peace reigned.

I was absolutely stunned when Mary called and told me that she and
Ralph were moving to Texas.  Ralph had gotten a promotion and she had
decided to go with him to Houston.  Even more than that, I was totally
floored when she told me that she wanted Jason to remain with me.

"Mary, that's ridiculous!  You're Jason's mom, he needs to be with you!" I said.

"David, you're the best thing in the world for him right now.  His
grades have come up, he's getting very good at tennis, he's confident
in himself and with the kids at his school.  I want him to stay with
you," she replied.

"Mary, he belongs with you!"

"No!  You're the closest thing to a father he's ever had, in spite of
the other.  Just tell me.  Is it just the sex thing between you two or
not?" she asked.

"I love him with all my heart," I replied.

"I figured that.  Now, I'll let him know when he spends the weekend
this week.  You let me tell him."

It was after that weekend, as Jason and I snuggled together after
another torrid round of sex, that he asked the question I was afraid
he would ask.

"David, why doesn't mom love me?" he asked.

"Oh God!" I exclaimed, and held him tighter to me.

As best I could, I tried to explain to Jason that his mom did love him
and that because she did she wanted him to remain behind.  I told him
we could always go to Houston to see her if he wanted and that he
could call and talk to her all he wanted.  It would be just like she
was on a long vacation or something, I told him.
He didn't seem convinced, and I knew, deep down inside, that he felt
he had been abandoned. Two weeks went by, and there was very little
mention by Jason of his mom.

"Jason, why don't you call your mom this evening," I suggested over
dinner one evening.

"Nah!  I'll call her sometime.  Not right now," he replied, and I left
it at that.

Finally, Jason's mom called him, and I left the room so that he could
talk in private.

"Well, how's your mom?" I asked when I noticed he had hung up the phone.

"She's okay.  She and Ralph are having a great time," he said, in
somewhat of a droll tone.

"I see.  School is going to be out in a few weeks.  You want to fly
out and visit them for awhile?" I asked.

"Nah, not really," he replied.

"Why not, I asked?"

"I just don't want to, okay?" he said, in an irritated tone.

"Oh, okay." I replied, and again didn't press the issue.

As soon as school was out, the tennis camp that the tennis coach at
the college held every summer began, and Jason was occupied from eight
in the morning until five in the afternoon every week day for the
first two weeks of summer.  He would come home worn out, shower, eat,
watch television, and then go to bed, most times in his own bedroom.
Evidently, all the physical activity had reduced his sex drive
considerably, which was something that I must say didn't disappoint me
very much.  Jason was hard to keep up with otherwise.

It was toward the end of the two-week tennis camp, that Edward Duran,
the tennis coach at the college, called me.  He was very impressed
with Jason's abilities and wanted to enroll him in some area
tournaments along with some of the other kids.  Jason, he said, would
make a great doubles player, he informed me, and he had already paired
him up with a kid name Phillip Garcia.  The two, he said, were a
natural match for doubles and he thought they could gain invaluable
experience playing the youth circuit during the summer.  Of course,
there was a catch.  Traveling to the tournaments and the overnight
stays would be expensive.

"How much are we talking about?"  I asked.

"Probably several thousand," he replied, almost prompting me to laugh,
for the latest report on my financial investments and holdings showed
that they had grown to almost six million in value.

"Well, I think I can borrow the money," I replied.

That summer, the summer Jason turned fifteen, I will always remember
as "The Summer of Phillip."  All I began to hear about was Phillip.
It was Phillip this and Phillip that, and on an on, which was
absolutely amazing to me, for the first time I watched the two play
together in a tournament it was like a cat and dog trying to play
doubles together, it seemed.

Phillip was the perfect opposite of Jason.  Calm, cool, collected, and
a perfect tone down for Jason's high strung, pressing, attitude.
Having been a state doubles champion myself in high school, I could
tell why Edward had put them together, for even at their novice level
the two were very good.

"Can Phillip spend the weekend?" Jason asked one Thursday.

"Uh, sure!" I replied.

That Friday night, after the two went to bed, it was obvious that the
two of them had more than tennis on their mind, not that I could blame
Jason a bit.  Tall, lanky, with coal black hair, Phillip was a
Hispanic counterpart of Jason in looks.  In short, I envied Jason both
for his youth and that he had such a hot number for a doubles partner.
 That had not been the case with me.

"Where's Phillip? I asked, when Jason popped into the kitchen the next
morning while I was cooking breakfast.

"Uh, he's in the shower," Jason replied.

"Good!  I need to talk to you," I said.

"Uh, what about?"

"You two got a little loud last night," I said.

"Oh shit!" Jason replied, and got a weird look on his face, prompting
me to smile.

"Look, I'm very glad you two like each other.  Just kinda keep it down
for my sake," I said.

"Oh shit, David!  I'm sorry!" Jason replied, prompting me to chuckle.

"It's no major deal.  Just kinda keep it a little quieter.  I mean,
what's a horny guy to do with all that moaning going on?" I asked, and
wiggled my eyebrows at Jason and grinned, prompting him to burst out
laughing.

>From then on, when Phillip spent the weekend I never heard a peep out
of the two of them, although I knew they were having sex like crazy
behind Jason's closed bedroom door.

For Jason's fifteenth birthday, I took he and Phillip to Disney World.
 I made sure that we had adjoining rooms, so that Jason and Phillip
could have their privacy, and I bought three-day passes for the three
of us.  It was the first night of our three-day stay that I met Bryan.

It was after the evening news and I had decided to go down to the bar
for a drink before I went to bed.  The boys had long since cut the
television off in their room and I figured they were providing their
own entertainment.  So, I didn't feel badly about slipping out.

"You mind if I join you?" a voice asked, and I looked up see a guy
with a glass in his hand who had curly blonde hair, a deep tan, and
looked to be in his mid to late twenties

"Uh, not at all!" I replied.

"My name's Bryan. Bryan Jackson," he said holding out his hand.

"David, David Smith!" I said as I shook his hand.

"So, you bring your nephews to Disney World?  I saw you guys at the
pool this afternoon," he said as he seated himself.

"Well, they're not my nephews.  I'm the guardian of Jason, he's the
one with the blonde hair, and the other boy is Phillip, Jason's
friend.  I brought them to Disney World for Jason's birthday," I
replied.

"I see.  Well, I work here, actually.  I tend bar here three nights a
week, obviously not tonight," he replied, holding up his glass.

"What do you do with the rest of your time?" I asked.

"Well, during the day I work for the publicity and advertising
department at Disney World.  I work on designing brochures and the
like."

"That must be interesting."

"Yeah, it kinda is.  The pay isn't bad but it could be better.  That's
why I tend bar here three nights a week."

"I see.  Say, I think I'm gonna have another drink.  Can I buy you
one?" I asked.

"Tell you what.  I'll buy you one.  I get a big discount," he said,
and smiled.  What you drinking?"

"Scotch and water."

"Scotch and water it is then," he replied, and got up from the table
and headed toward the bar.

"Mmmmm!  That's good!" I said, when he returned with our drinks and I
took a sip of mine.

"Yes, it's single malt Scotch," he replied.  "So, David, what do you
do?" he asked.

As we sipped on our drinks, I told Bryan what I did for a living and,
a few other things about myself. I found out that he was twenty four,
had a degree in Business Management, and lived in an apartment complex
about three miles away with his cat, Ronald.

"That's an odd name for a cat," I remarked, prompting him to chuckle.

"Yeah, I named him after a hamster I had when I was a kid."

"I see."

"So, David.  You gay?" he asked.

"Well, yes.  As a matter of fact I am," I replied, prompting him to smile.

"Me, too.  I figured you were," he said.

"Oh, Gaydar, huh?" I said, and chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied, prompting us both to laugh.

"Well, Bryan.  It's been nice meeting you," I said a few moments
later.  "I guess I should go back up to the room and check on the boys
before I go to bed, although they're probably asleep by now."

"Oh, yeah.  I forgot about the boys," he said.

For a moment, the two of us sat looking at each other, our eyes
locked, and I noticed what a deep green Bryan's eyes were.

"Ah, look.  The boys have their own room.  You're welcome to spend the
night if you want," I said.

"I was hoping you'd ask," he replied, and smiled.

As we entered my room and closed the door the door to the adjoining
room cracked open and it was Jason whose head peeked around the door.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Jason said, startled that it just wasn't me standing there.

"Jason, this is Bryan," I said.

"Uh, hi!" Jason said.

"Nice to meet you, Jason!" Bryan said.

"Uh, yeah, same here!  Uh, David I'm going back to bed.  Uh, nice to
meet you, Bryan," Jason said, and pulled his head back through the
opening and closed the door.

"I think he was a little surprised to see me," Bryan remarked, and chuckled.

"Yeah, I think so.  And, from the sound of it, you and I are very much
the topic of conversation right now," I said, motioning my head toward
the room next door where muffled voices could be heard.

As we undressed, I was pleased to see that Bryan's body was as firm
and perfect as I had expected it to be.  His lower abdominal muscles
were etched into his hips and a nice blonde "treasure trail" ran from
his navel to his neatly trimmed, blonde, pubes.  His flaccid,
circumcised, cock was not quite as big as mine was but his plum-sized
low hanging balls rivaled my own.

"Oh my!  What a nice surprise!" Bryan commented, when I removed my
boxer shorts, revealing my genitalia.

Moments later, as our naked bodies embraced upon the bed, and our
tongues began to explore each other's mouths, I was instantly reminded
of what it was like to make love to another man, not that I minded
doing the same with Jason at all.  No inexperience here, Bryan knew
just how to push all the right buttons.

"You have any condoms?" he asked, having taken his mouth off of my cock.

"No!  I wasn't expecting to need any," I replied.

"Well, we'll just have to make do," he said, prompting me to gasp,
then moan loudly, as he went back to work on my cock.

Some minutes later, aware of the boys next door, I stifled my cries of
pleasure as best I could as I blew my load into Bryan's willing mouth.
 Of course, later Bryan had to do the same thing as he fucked my face
and filled my mouth with four huge gushes of sperm before there were
just dribbles.  The guy could shoot a load for sure!

The next morning, as dawn was breaking, we snuggled and talked.  I
agreed to meet Bryan for lunch, since the office where he worked was
located within the Disney World complex itself, and he would give me a
behind the scenes tour.

It was about twenty minutes or so after Bryan had left, while I was
standing at the lavatory shaving, that I heard the adjoining door to
the boy's room open.

"Where did you pick him up?" Jason's voice said, with a slight air of
disdain, and I looked toward the open doorway of the bathroom where he
stood, then back at the mirror and continued shaving.

"Well, I didn't pick him up, as you put it.  We meet in the bar
downstairs and one thing led to another."

"So, I guess you did stuff, huh?"

"Yes," I replied, rinsing off the razor again.

"So, what all did you guys do?" Jason asked.

"The usual," I replied.

"Like what?" he asked, prompting me to stop shaving and look at him.

"Look, Jason.  I don't think it's really right for you to ask me all
the intricate details.  Have I ever asked you to tell me about all
that you and Phillip do?" I said.

"Uh, no!" Jason said.

"And I won't, either.  It's none of my business."

"Is he as good as I am?" Jason asked, prompting me to instantly
realize what Jason's curiosity was all about.

"In his own way, yeah.  I'd give you a slight edge in a couple of
departments though," I replied.

"Gosh!  Really?"

"Yep!"

"You gonna see him again?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I'm meeting him for lunch.  He works for
Disney World and while you guys do your thing I'm going to meet up
with him," I replied.

"Oh, okay.  You sure I'm better at some stuff?" Jason asked.

"Yes! Now go get ready so we can go to breakfast," I replied.

"That's cool!" Jason replied, and headed off toward his and Phillip's room.

Later that morning, as arranged, I met Bryan in front of the castle
and we had lunch in a nice little restaurant not far from there.
Afterward, we went to the Security Office and got a temporary pass for
me and Bryan gave me a behind the scenes tour.  I was amazed both at
all the electronic gadgetry involved with almost everything and the
underground maze of tunnels and rooms which connected all of it and
kept everything from public view.

That evening, I left the boys on their own, telling them they cold
order pizza from room service if they wanted, and Bryan picked me up
in front of the hotel as planned.  We had dinner in a nice little
Italian restaurant he knew about and then went to his apartment.

Later, there were no concerns about a lack of condoms this time, Bryan
had plenty on hand.  So, some time later Bryan was moaning loudly,
shaking his head from side to side, and rolling his butt as I thrust
in and out of his nice, tight, ass.  When he cried out and began to
shoot his load all over his stomach, his anal spasms began to milk my
cock so strongly that it took me over the edge, and I yelped and began
to fill the condom with sperm.

To be continued