Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2011 10:15:29 -0400
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason's  Dilemma   -   Chapter five

The first day of summer arrived and with it the beginning of the blueberry
season.  It also heralded the height of the fly season.  Swarms of the
little buggers were everywhere!

As usual thoughts of Jason dominated the space between my ears.  I
constantly pictured his sensuous body, his curly hair and his cute dimples.
When you added his bubbly personality and our common interests in the
out-of-doors he was God's gift and I was the lucky recipient.  But then
over and over my mood would change.  I would think of her.  She was like a
millstone in our lives and frankly I didn't know what to do about it.  It
was just a matter of time before she discovered our relationship and then
what?  I shuddered when I mulled over the possibilities.

Saturday, my favourite day, arrived with a soft mist rising from the water.
The sun was still struggling to clear the tree line.  Once it did I knew
the mist would soon burn off and give us another glorious day.  I parked
myself once more on the dock.  With a reasonable breeze off the lake it was
a bug free zone.  Two brown crested mergansers threaded their way through
the reeds from the left.  They were like two thespians walking on stage
through a transparent white curtain.  The raucous cry of Heathcliff broke
the stillness.  I presumed he was bringing breakfast to his mate and their
nestlings.

It was such a tranquil scene and with Molly resting at my feet I was at
peace with it all.  I closed my eyes and began to slip away.  I let myself
go.

The fog of sleep only began to dissipate with the strange sensation of a
small hand groping my package.  My head cleared instantly when I realized
what was occurring but I purposely kept my eyes closed.  I decided
immediately to let Jason have his fun.  I reasoned that as long as I awoke
after he had finished then it would be a nonevent.  It never happened.  I
went back to breathing deeply.

It was easy for Jason to manipulate the thin fabric of my shorts.  I could
feel him explore my manhood from top to bottom.  I was soon awash in sexual
excitement.  I felt a warm hand wrap itself around my shaft.  He had upped
the ante by accessing my cock through a baggy leg hole.  He then ever so
slowly pulled my organ towards the leg hole.  Since I was wearing oversized
boxers the process was relatively easy for him.  Now he was carefully
pushing up the fabric of my shorts and I realized my helmet plus an inch or
two of the shaft had to be visible to him.  I felt more fingers moving back
and forth over my cock like a piccolo player playing his flute.  What
self-control I had was now completely melted away.  Jason didn't know it
but I had become his slave.  I was game for whatever he had in mind.

He pushed the fabric still higher and then very lightly grasped my shaft
and began to run the foreskin back and forth over the glans.  He only did
it a couple of times but it was enough to make me audibly gasp.  I couldn't
help it.  He must have taken the gasp as a warning sign for his hand
released me immediately.  The fabric remained pushed high for I could feel
a slight breeze on my appendage.  I waited hoping for more.

Instead I heard Jason begin to gasp.  I could hold back no longer.  I
gradually unsealed my eyes to mere slits.  Sure enough he was seated beside
me, his pants draped around his ankles.  His right hand completely hid his
cock and he was moving it up and down at a furious rate.  His visual focus
was on my organ as he sought his pleasure.  I gritted my teeth and took in
the display the best I could.

Predictably he soon arched his back and let out a moan.  I couldn't make
out any ejaculate but there must have been some for he produced a tissue
and cleaned himself up.  I resealed my eyes as he pushed my cock back into
my shorts.

Moments later a gentle hand shook me awake.

"Hi Ben, I'm back."

I opened my eyes to a dimpled beaming face staring down at me.  I sat
upright to make my reacquaintance.

"Hi handsome!  I see you're dressed properly for the bugs today."

"Not really," he admitted.  "When I realized how bad they were I had to go
back to get some long pants."

"What, no naked walks today then?"

"Are you kidding?" he grinned.

Jason was acting as if nothing unusual had occurred and I was doing my best
to follow his lead.

"I thought we would try our hand at some blueberry picking this morning.
If it goes well you can take some home to your mother."

Jason, as gregarious as ever, loved the idea.

After a lazy breakfast of pancakes and Quebec maple syrup we took to the
hills, our blueberry picking pails in hand.  Just as on the dock a steady
breeze high up on Oak Ridge kept the insects down to bearable levels.  We
soon arrived at Blueberry Hill eager to begin.

Green berries were everywhere but thankfully there were plenty of swollen
ripe berries to strip as well.  I found a promising looking patch, sat down
and began to fill my pail.  Jason got to work filling his own pail beside
me.  I noticed that every second berry he picked found its way to his
mouth.  Molly as was her habit wandered off a little, found the best patch
of all and promptly plopped herself down right in the middle of it.  She
then proceeded to pick off the berries at her leisure and chew them like a
contented cow.

Finishing one patch I searched ahead for the next.  Like the grass on the
other side of the fence each patch ahead seemed to contain larger and more
succulent berries than the one before it.  Without planning it Jason began
to find his own patches and we gradually drifted apart.  I wasn't
concerned.  My bucket was half filled now and the picking was going well.
It all changed when Molly rose and began to growl.

There not fifty feet away was a magnificent black bear.  At least four
hundred pounds, his shiny black coat glistened in the sunlight and his
muscles rippled as he slowly ambled along.  Thankfully I saw no cub.  With
its incredible sense of smell I knew it had to be aware of our presence yet
it showed no indication of it.  The beast was totally involved in
harvesting its own share of the berries.  I was amazed at how its
prehensile tongue was able to quickly strip off the ripe berries while
seemingly leaving the leaves and the green berries behind.  It made
absolutely no sound despite its size save for the quiet 'hmmmph' of its
heavy breathing.

I wasn't concerned for my own safety for I had had several friendly
encounters in the past.  However I was concerned for Jason and I
immediately scanned the area for him.  He was nowhere to be seen!  I called
out his name.  No response!  I began to get a queasy feeling in my stomach.

The bear shifted just a little and there was Jason.  I could just see his
head over a rise in the terrain but I estimated he was only about twenty
feet from the bear and the gap was closing!

"That's good!" I yelled out to him. "Keep facing the bear.  Don't turn and
don't run.  Just back off slowly and do a semicircle back to me.  He won't
hurt you!"

Jason didn't move!

It dawned on me that he was frozen to the spot in fear.  The bear,
following the berries, was getting closer to him by the moment.  I fought
hard to control my rising panic.  There wasn't time for me to reach him and
I had no idea what would occur when the two of them bumped into each other.
I had to make a bold move and fast.

I grabbed my walking stick, raised it above my head, took a step or two
towards the bear and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Get out of here you
big ugly brute!"

The bear stopped munching and turned its massive head slowly towards me.
Then he raised himself on his hind legs, his huge front paws hanging down
beside him.  He must have been eight or nine feet tall.  He sniffed the air
and then stared directly at me with hard coal black eyes.  For one horrible
moment I thought I had miscalculated.  I knew the odds of surviving a
charge by such a beast were slim.  One swipe from those powerful claws and
I was history.  Thankfully without further fanfare he slipped down, turned,
and lumbered away at a pretty fast clip.  I dropped my cane and ran to
Jason.

He was shaking when I got there.  He slowly raised his eyes to meet mine
and exclaimed, "Oh shit that was close!"  He then grabbed me and refused to
let go for some time.  Finally settling down a little he declared, "You
saved my life!"

Truth be told the bear never did make one aggressive move towards us yet I
knew the potential for a nasty incident was there.  In the end I downplayed
the whole event.  I didn't want Jason so traumatized that it affected
future trips into the woods.

Even so on our way back Jason kept checking the trail behind us every
thirty seconds or so.  Reaching the cabin he sighed deeply and made sure
the door was shut firmly behind us.

"I ain't never going to forget that hike! " he stated.

The sudden conclusion to the berry picking brought us home early and other
than perhaps a swim I had nothing else planned.  I needn't have been
concerned.  Jason quickly found my book and implored me to read more of it
to him.

We got together on the couch once more in the familiar position.  Again as
I read he turned the pages and he filled the air with poignant questions.
I didn't realize it at the time but the storytelling was to become a
pleasant ritual.

The sun had climbed high in the sky now for the cabin was becoming
stifling. I put down the book and suggested we go swimming.  We raced down
to the dock and stripped right there.  We were both guilty of wandering
eyes.

Staring at my erection Jason laughed, "I see you still like me then."

"You can talk," I replied, "I haven't seen yours soft yet!"

Jason promptly cannonballed into the water and I followed right behind.  We
spent the next several minutes splashing and cavorting about.  Neither of
us did any real swimming.  On several occasions Jason came into my space
and brushed against my organ.  It happened too often to be an accident.
The kid was horny again.  I knew if I wasn't careful I'd soon be sliding
into that pit called lust.

Jason eventually wandered over and asked to be hugged.  I should have
guessed that there was an ulterior motive.  My cock was suddenly jammed
against his stomach.  A small hand appeared from nowhere and firmly wrapped
itself around my flesh.

"Jason," I complained. "What are you doing?"

"You're poking me with that thing.  I gotta protect myself," he chuckled.

"But why are you still holding it?" I asked.

"Cuz it's spring loaded," he added.  "If I let go it'll hit me again!"

I laughed, put my hands on his head and pushed him under.  He came up
sputtering and the hijinks began anew.

We eventually tired and crawled onto our towels on the dock.  I gazed at
him once more as he lay there.  I loved the curve of his hip, his flat
stomach and the perfect nipples.  My hand began to trace lazy circles over
the soft flesh.

"Oooh I love that," he cooed.

Without warning he sat bolt upright.  "I almost forgot.  Look at this!"  He
pointed to an area just above his cock.

I peered in closer.  "What am I looking at?"

"This!" he exclaimed pointing to the same general area.

I peered in even closer and sure enough among the peach fuzz were two
larger hairs.

"I see them!" I confirmed.  "It looks like you're about to become a young
man!"

"Yup, and that means my cock should start growing soon too, right?"

"Nah," I teased.  "I like small cocks.  It's perfect just the way it is."

"Not for me," he insisted.  "I want to be as big as you one day."

We both laughed.  It was a fitting way to end the swim session.  All in all
it had been a good day despite the bear incident.

Apparently the bear was still on Jason's mind too because as he prepared to
leave he asked, "Could you drive me home tonight Ben?"

I dropped him off near his driveway.  I relived the day's happenings on the
way home.  For more than one reason I knew I would cherish the day's
memories forever.