Date: Fri, 17 Jun 2011 10:28:18 -0400
From: Windows Live? Service <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason's Dilemma  -  Chapter three

I tortured myself all week long with visions of Jason.  Molly and I took
our daily walks but I saw little.  Thankfully my feet knew where to go.
Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

When the day arrived I awoke earlier than normal.  I parked myself in my
favourite deck chair and waited anxiously.  The early morning heat hinted
that a hot and sultry afternoon lay ahead.

Jason didn't disappoint, for some half hour later he jauntily strode into
view and Molly ran to greet him.  And what a sight he was!  Save for his
shoes he was as naked as the day he was born.  I offered my arms for a hug
and he obliged.  I revelled in the feel of his naked flesh.

"Be careful," I laughed, "I don't want to get stabbed with that poker of
yours."

His eyes sparkled as he responded, "I almost walked the whole way like this
today.  It was great!"

"I thought so," I told him.  "A girl scout group passed this way a short
while ago and they were laughing their heads off!"

"Yeah, right!" Jason grunted.

Jason slipped on his shorts and together we made our way to the cabin.  I
announced that the morning's breakfast featured a lot of fresh mushrooms.

Jason enthusiastically approved.  "I love fresh mushrooms!"

I added, "I know they're fresh because I picked them myself this morning."

Jason immediately turned sullen.  "Mom says....."

"I know," I interrupted, "mushrooms in the woods are poisonous and you
shouldn't touch them."

"Yup, that's what she says."

"Well your mother is partly right.  You have to be careful.  But these are
boletes," I said as I handed him one.  "Turn it over and tell me what you
see."

"Oh," he said in surprise, "it doesn't have gills.  It looks like sponge
rubber."

I went on, "Only boletes look like that underneath and thankfully all
boletes are edible.  The best tasting ones are King Boletes and that's what
you're holding."

Still being careful Justin inquired, "Have you eaten them before?"

"Sure, many times and I've never had a problem.  Oops!"  I made a
ridiculous funny face and froze it.  Jason giggled at my weak humour.

We proceeded to devour a sumptuous meal of bacon and eggs smothered in King
Boletes.  Jason agreed the mushrooms were the most delicious he had ever
tasted.

"It's going to be a hot day today Jason.  I think we should take the shore
route for our hike.  We'll end up at an isolated bay where we can take a
dip in the lake."

Jason sucked in his lower lip.  I recognized that he was about to enter
unsure ground.

"Mr. Davis remember when we first met you, and you were naked and all?"

"Of course I do," I responded.  I knew what was coming and in order to put
him at ease a little I added, "You can keep calling me Mr. Davis if you
wish but Ben sounds a lot better to me."

"Okay Ben, but I was wondering, could we both walk naked in the woods
today?"

I smiled and stated, "I'd love to Jason but I have a problem doing it."

"You do?"

"Yes," I explained, "you know I'm gay and you also know I like you very
much.  Unfortunately my body reacts the way yours does when you take your
clothes off in the woods."

Jason sat there with a very puzzled countenance.  Slowly the puzzled
expression became an ear to ear grin.  "You mean your cock gets hard too?"

"That's right," I confirmed.  "I'm as hard as you get right now and it
won't go down either."

"Wow, you must really like me huh Ben?"

I concurred, "I can't deny it.  You're under my skin for sure!"

He sat there for a moment contemplating and then furrowed his brow.
"Soooo.....what's the problem?" he grinned.

"The problem Jason," I responded, "is that it's okay for a nude twelve year
old to walk around with an erection but it's not okay for a nude thirty-two
year old to walk around with one.  I guarantee that if your parents found
out you'd never be allowed back here."

Of course what I neglected to tell him was that I wasn't entirely sure I
could control my own urges.  I figured that if Jason gave my member as much
attention as he had the first day we met we would never make it to the bay.

Jason encouraged me and shrugged his shoulders.  "It's okay.  I don't care
if it's hard!"

I studied his features.  His eyes were wide and he had a slight smirk on
his face.  I was blunt in my response but not in a threatening manner.
"You want to see me hard don't you Jason?"

"Well.....yeah," he admitted.

"I'll tell you what, I'll strip when we go swimming.  Until then I'll stay
clothed.  However if you want to scare everything in the woods by stripping
that's okay by me."  And that was the way we ended up.  The last thing I
grabbed on the way out the door was the mushroom guide book.  I figured
perhaps I could keep my libido in check if I studied the mushrooms in the
woods rather than the one on the end of Jason's cock.

The track was quite narrow and I let Jason and Molly lead.  I thought that
might reduce temptation.  Instead I spent minutes at a time staring at his
backside.  He was poetry in motion.

We did stop at several locations to identify mushrooms.  Jason was a quick
learner and soon was quite adept at differentiating boletes, Crown Corals
and Purple Corts from the poisonous amanitas.

At one point we had a particularly steep hill to climb.  Jason stumbled a
little and I naturally put my hand out quickly to support him.  My hand
sank into the soft flesh of his buttocks.  Jason lingered there a moment,
looked back, and smiled softly.  Neither of us said anything and the
incident soon passed.

We continued to meander up and down the hills catching just rare glimpses
of the lake although it was never far off.  We followed a pretty little
rill for a while that splashed its way downhill.  No doubt it originated
from a spring hidden high on the hillside above us.  The trail finally
terminated at the promised bay.  I was exhausted.

We rested a while sipping our cans of soda.  Molly made herself at home
wading into the lake lapping as she went.  I pointed out a Cooper's Hawk
soaring high above us.  With Jason beside me I was at peace and I could
have lain there for an hour or two and been quite content.  I guess I was
showing my age again for Jason had other ideas.

"Let's go swimming!"

I realized Jason was about to see my erection for the first time.  I didn't
want to make a big deal of it so I nonchalantly stripped right in front of
him.  As it popped into view I heard a sudden release of air and a very
quiet, "Wow!"

We spent the next while churning the water to a froth as we jumped and
splashed back and forth.  Molly thought us quite immature and barked at us
from the shore.  Close contact was unavoidable and I could feel my juices
stirring.  Eventually we tired and Jason stood in chest deep water trying
to recuperate.

"Ow!" he yelled, "something just bit me!"

"Don't you mean nibble?" I scoffed.  "This lake is full of minnows and if
you stand still long enough they'll nibble you everywhere."

Jason bent his head down trying to peer into the depths.  "I see them!  I
see them!" he cried.

Adding a touch of humour I warned, "Be careful though, the odd big one has
very sharp teeth and who knows what they might chew on."

"Oh no!" Jason screamed in mock terror.

He raced out of the water with his hands wrapped around his package.  He
fell down in the long grass and I joined him there.  I reached over and
gave him a spontaneous kiss on the cheek.  He gazed deep into my eyes and
his laugh became a smile, a smile that radiated trust, love and the
acceptance of my act.

"I really love being with you Ben.  You make me feel all warm inside."

"Why do you think that is?" I inquired.

"Well for one thing I guess it's because we're both gay."

He stopped at that point and gave me a full body hug.  And that was how
Jason came out to me.

We held our grip for some time, our naked bodies intertwining.  I realized
my love for him was deepening.

However, as much as I wanted it I realized that all out sex could not be
part of the equation - not yet.  He was just too young and his parents hung
like albatrosses over our heads.  I wasn't prepared to risk the loss of his
remarkable companionship.

When we finally released our grip I gently asked, "Do your parents know
you're gay Jason?"

"I think my dad may have figured it out but I'm not telling them,
especially my mom."

I thought it best not to delve into the subject any further for the moment.
I was proud that Jason had found the courage to come out to me.  Instead I
turned to his dilemma.

"Does your dad know you're here today Jason?"

He bit his lip. "Yeah.  I always tell him now."

"How about your mother?"

"I don't want to talk about her," he responded.

I frowned and replied, "That's not fair to me Jason.  I should know what's
going on."

"Well.....if you really want to know, Dad says I can't keep coming here
unless I tell Mom.  I'm supposed to do it this week."  He stopped in mid
thought, looked up into my very soul and whispered, "I'm scared!"

"We all have problems to face from time to time," I consoled.  "It's funny,
when you face them head on most of them fade away."

"But I know her," he explained.  "She'll quote some bible passage and then
ban me from ever coming here again!"

The conversation was becoming an ordeal for him and he fought hard to hold
back the tears.  I thought carefully before I went on.

"Look, instead of going to your mother go back to your father.  Tell him
what you told me including the fact you're scared.  It would also help if
you told him you're gay.  If you do that I predict he'll help you with your
mother."

Jason stared at me through reddened eyes.  His lower lip came out for air
and a half smile appeared.  Copying my earlier lead he bent over and placed
a wet kiss on my cheek.  "Thanks!" he said simply.

We turned our attention to my knapsack and nibbled on the sandwiches.  We
both made sure Molly got her share.

The trip back was a subdued affair.  No doubt Jason's thoughts were of the
conflict ahead.  I realized the results would shape our relationship for
some time to come, perhaps forever.

He asked for a hug as we reentered the cabin.  The grip was especially
strong.

I lied when I told him, "I'm sure everything will turn out just fine."

We waved to each other once more as he trudged out of sight.  I returned to
the cabin with Molly, wondering if I would ever see him again.