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From: an224207@anon.penet.fi
Date: Sat, 18 Mar 1995 06:17:47 UTC
Subject: NEW STORY!! _Jason_ (m/b pedo)



This is a work of fiction.  It contains consensual sex in a loving
relationship between an adult male and a boy.  If this offends you, your
obvious choice is to stop reading now. 

If you are below the legal age to possess or read explicit sexual material
as determined by your state, parish, city, county, country, or local
worker's union, please stop reading now. 

By writing this story I neither advocate nor suggest the performance of
any acts contained within.  The events that follow exist only in the mind
of the author and do not necessarily have any basis in real life. 

All names and events have been fabricated.  Resemblance to actual persons
or events is purely coincidental, though if such resemblance occurs, I
must say I would have loved to have been there. 

Enough of this shit.  Enjoy the story. 


_Jason_ 
(c) 1995 by Overlord, of TLO 
>> This story is dedicated to my friend John,
who loves to hear them so much. 


Chapter I--"Little boy lost." 

	With the sunset lighting his blond hair on fire, Jason stared
morosely out at the river rushing by.  The temperature was in the 90s
again, and so was the humidity.  Jason's T-shirt was sticking to his body
heavily, his sockless feet were sweltering in hi s battered tennies, and
sweat was running persistently into his eyes.  To make things worse, he
was extremely pissed at life, and the churning rage in his head was not
helping him endure the heat.
	Anyone who had chanced to find Jason there at the river's edge
would have been captivated by the scene.  Here we have a beautiful boy,
twelve years old, with blond hair and fair, smooth skin.  His body is
perfectly proportioned.  His eyes are the color t he summer sky, a bright
piercing blue.  He has a few, very light freckles scattered across his
nose, and--when he is happy--a crooked grin that inspires all who see it
to smile back.
	And today, here is this beautiful boy in the grip of anger.  His
eyes are stormy, his muscles tight, his full red lips drawn into a tight
line.  He is like the river: roaring, wild, untameable.
	Jason picked up a rock and threw with all his might, watching it
skim through the air and land in the river with a small splash that
somehow made him feel a little better.  He picked up another rock to
throw, and another, and another, until his arm got tired and the flares
of his anger had subsided, leaving only the hurt.
	He sat back down again and sighed heavily, a sigh that was far
older than twelve years.  Reaching down, he picked up the pieces of broken
and twisted platic that had once been an F-117A Stealth Fighter.  It had
taken him three months to put the model together, working for hours every
night to make sure each detail was in the right place, that every
laborious stroke of his paintbrush counted.  All of his hours of
concentration and labor had been undone in a mere ten seconds.  That was
how long it had taken his uncle to come in, berate Jason for not cleaning
his room properly, throw the jet to the floor, and crush it under his
foot.
	Looking at the mangled thing now, Jason wanted to feel angry
again.  Instead, he put his head down in his arms and cried.
	Jason's life had taken a drastic turn for the worse since his dad
had left.  His mom, unable to care for him, had signed him over to her
brother.
	Unfortunately, Jason's uncle was not a man who understood
children.  What Jason needed was acceptance, love, and healing.  What he
got was a constant demand for precise obedience, harsh punishments at the
slightest infringement of the many rules, and, at best, a cold distance from 
his uncle.
	Jason looked at the overpass high above the river, where cars
streamed by on the interstate in a constant flow, and once again thought
about running away.  He could walk up to the interstate and get a ride,
and escape forever from this hell.
	But he would not.  Jason would not have admitted it under threat
of being burned alive, but he harbored a secret hope that his father would
come back, that his mother and father and he would once more live in their
little house and sometimes take long drives at night together just to
watch the scenery.  If he ran away, that would never happen.  So, as he
had done for two years, he would continue to suffer and hope.
	If only...if only his uncle could LOVE him...
	Sobs wracked Jason's tiny body as his chain of thought was lost in
a great swamping wave of sadness.
	His weeping was interrupted by a voice.  A gentle, concerned,
voice. 
	"Hey...hey, what's wrong?" 




Chapter II--"A friend found."

	Jason turned to see a young man.  He looked 19 or 20, and carried
a backpack, so Jason knew he was probably a student at the nearby college.
	"Go away," Jason muttered, ashamed of the tears he was wiping from
his eyes.
	The man did nothing of the sort.  He sat down beside Jason and
regarded him in concern.
	"My name's Benjamin.  Ben.  Are you okay?"
	Jason just turned away, sullen, refusing to answer.
	"You can talk to me about it.  Talking helps sometimes."
	Jason was already turning to scream at Ben, to tell him to get
lost, to go to hell.  The compassion in Ben's voice robbed him of half his
anger as he turned.  The other half melted away when he saw the caring and
concern in Ben's eyes.
	"Just...trouble at home, ya know?"
	"Tell me about it," Ben invited, relaxing on the grass.
	As Jason began to talk, spilling out two years of pain and
rejection, Ben's heart melted.  He had come here to be alone and
depressed, missing his best friend from home, a 13 year old named Erik. 
He had been instantly captivated by the sight of this beautiful blond
creature throwing rocks across the water, and had watched him for several
minutes before approaching the boy when he began to cry.  As Jason told
his story, Ben felt a fiecre protectiveness grow in him for this wounded,
haunted spirit, and recognized immediately that he was falling in love.
	"How long do you have before you go home?" he asked Jason.
	"I'm not going back tonight," Jason replied.  "I was supposed to
spend the night with a friend but he got sick yesterday.  My uncle doesn't
know.  So he thinks I'm there."
	"Look, you want to come over to my place and hang out for a while? 
My roommate went home for the weekend and I'm bored as hell."
	Jason hesitated only a moment, rejecting the suspicions that
teachers and others had pounded into his head about strangers.  He was
desperate for attention...and besides that, a sixth sense was telling him
that Ben would never hurt him.
	"Okay," he said, and they got up together and walked back towards
the road.
	


Chapter III--"First contact"

	To Ben, the rest of the night was like a dream, Several times he
thought he had to be asleep.  Could there really be a gorgeous blond boy
in his kitchen, eating dinner with him?  A boy he was already falling
deeply in love with?
	On Jason's part, he was having an incredible time.  Rather than
sleeping on the ground and going hungry, as he had expected, he was here
in an apartment, with a new friend.  Deprived of a caring adult male in
his lfe, he instantly bonded to Ben and barely let him out of his sight.
	Jason, long starved for attention and affection, loved to touch
and be touched.  It was a very deep need, and one he rarely had
fulfilled--his uncle was a cold, unfeeling bastard, and a kid had to be
careful about getting touchy-feely with his friends.  A label of "fag" was
the last thing Jason needed.
	But Ben was more than willing to touch him.  At Jason's
instigation, they wrestled again and again.  When they played Nintendo,
Jason leaned up against Ben. and was instantly rewarded with a neck rub.
	Jason was not stupid by any means, and as the night wore on, he
suspected that Ben was sexually attracted to him.  He had noticed a
suspicious looking bulge in Ben's pants several times that night, and when
wrestling, he had intentionally reached down there for a quick check. 
The half a seond it took the embarrassed Ben to grab Jason's hand and toss
him over his back had been enough to confirm Jason's suspicions.
	Jason was not, he discovered, disgusted by this at all.  In fact,
he found it very arousing.  Ben was nice-looking and obviously cared about
him, and had not once tried to so much as touch him, even though their
wrestling matches had provided ample opportunity.  It didn't take Jason
long to decide that he loved being close to Ben, and wanted to be even
closer. 
	So he began to tease Ben, making sure his head or hands were mere
inches from Ben's crotch every time he leaned against him.  Or spreading
his legs a little wider than necessary when sitting across from Ben.  Or
throwing his leg over Ben's so Ben could look at his smooth thigh.
	By the end of the night, Ben was going nuts.  He was hugging Jason
much closer and more often, but to Jason's disappointment remained a
perfect gentleman and refused to press matters further.
	When, late in the night, they decided to go to bed, Ben pulled out
a sleeping bag and laid it on the floor next to his bed.  Jason,
disappointed, decided it was time to take action.
	As soon as the lights were out, he whispered, "Ben?"
	"Yeah?"  Ben responded.
	Jason crawled out of the sleeping bad and onto Ben's bed.  "I want
to sleep with you."
	He felt the tension radiating from Ben's body.  "Sure," Ben
whispered hoarsely.  "Go ahead."
	Jason crawled under the covers and immediately snuggled his body
against Ben's.  Both of them were wearing only underwear, and Jason gently
placed his hand on Ben's thigh just below the elastic band.  He listened
to Ben's tightly drawn breath with pleasure and some amusement.
	"Ben, do you like me?"
	"Of course I do," replied Ben.  "You're really cool."
	"No, Ben, I mean..." Jason slowly stroked Ben's thigh, eliciting a
sigh that was almost a moan.  "Do you LIKE me?"
	Ben rolled over to look at Jason, eyes straining to reach his
through the darkness.  "Yes," he whispered, obviously wanting to deny it
but forcing himself to be honest.  "Yes, I like you."
	"It's okay," said Jason.  "I like you too.  I don't mind.  I WANT
to."
	As he said the last words, he grasped Ben's rock hard dick through
the underwear and gently squeezed. 
	"It's okay," he repeated.  "I want to."
	Ben reached out and pulled Jason closer, placing his lips slowly
onto Jason's and kissing him deeply.  Jason surrendered to the kiss,
melting in Ben's arms, completely content.
	Ben's hand began to stroke Jason's thigh and Jason immediately
spread his legs wide so that Ben could reach every part of him.  Jason's
dick was rock hard and he was waiting impatiently for Ben to touch it.
	Ben moved his hand up Jason's thigh and slipped it under the
jockeys, gently stroking Jason.  Jason threw his head back and sighed in
pleasure, then reached down and practically ripped his underwear off.
	"Take yours off too," he demanded, and Ben complied happily.
	As Ben resumed his gentle exploration of Jason's dick, Jason
reached out and grabbed Ben's dick, eager to return the favor.  Though
completely inexperienced at sex play, he had heard more than enough at
school to know what to do.  He began to move his hand up and down Ben's
shaft rapidly, causing Ben to groan in pure arousal.
	"Jason, I'm gonna come," he moaned.
	"Good," said Jason in sudden interest.  He was aware of what the
word meant, but had yet to see it happen. He also knew that it was,
apparently, the best part of sex, and therefore was eager to make it
happen to Ben.  He rubbed faster.  "I WANT you to come."
	Hearing those words, combined with the sudden increased speed,
pushed Ben far over the edge.  Suddenly his hot sperm was gushing
everywhere.
	Jason, whose eyes had long ago adjusted to the light, watched this
in awed amazement.  He also took note of the look of intense pleasure on
Ben's face, and felt a warm glow of pleasure inside him.  HE had done
this.  HE had made Ben happy.
	Jason examined his now come-covered hand.  He poked at it with the
other hand.  "Weird," he said.  "Sticky."
	"Sorry," Ben said.
	"No, it's cool!"  Jason brought the hand to his mouth and tasted it
tentatively.  "Not bad," he said thoughtfully.
	Ben was overwhelmed at the realization that this gorgeous kid
wanted nothing more than to make him happy.
	"Lie back down, Jason," he said.  "I'll show you something that
feels really good."
	Jason immdeiately threw himself back on the pillow and looked at
Ben expectantly.  Ben smiled at him, then engulfed Jason's dick in his
mouth and began to suck it.
	"Oh....my....God!" Jason exclaimed. throwing his head back in
sudden delight.  "Ben!  That feels great!"
	Ben continued to suck, at the same time running his hands all over
Jason's young body. 
	Jason was in heaven.  He had never imagined that he could feel
this good, just as he'd never imagined finding an adult who really cared
about him.
	"Ben....oh...oh....OHHH!"
	Jason's first orgasm rocked his body.  Lights whirled in front of
his eyes, and his whole world disappeared, lost in the incredible
sensation.
	Ben felt the sudden tightening of Jason's muscles, and waited
expectantly.  Sam, back home, had been shooting for almost a year, so Ben
was ready.  But Jason was not mature enough yet, and the orgasm was a dry
one.
	Ben took his head away from Jason's dick and Jason immediately
flew into his arms and kissed him wildly.
	They collapsed next to each other on the bed, breathing heavily,
cuddled together as close as they could possibly get.  In minutes, both of
them had drifted into peaceful, contented sleep, locked in each other's
arms. 


END OF PART I.
TO BE CONTINUED...

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