Date: Wed, 04 May 2005 04:41:58 -0700
From: Phantasm
Subject: Jason's Haven - Chapter One

Jason's Haven
by Phantasm

Warning

The following story is purely fictional. Any similarities to real persons or
events is strictly coincidental. This story contains graphic descriptions of
sexual acts between males of varying ages, including minors. If such
material offends you or is illegal in the location from which you are
reading it, please seek your reading enjoyment elsewhere.

This story is copyright protected under the pseudonym of "Phantasm". This
story was submitted for the sole enjoyment of the Nifty Archive readers and
may not be redistributed in whole, or in part, without the expressed written
consent of the author. This story may not be used by anyone in the pursuit
of monetary gain. The author of this story in no way condones the physical,
mental, or sexual abuse of anyone, particularly minors.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. My
apologies for a very depressing first chapter. It was necessary to set the
stage for the remainder of the story.


Chapter One

Every time I begin a recovery mission to the United States, I am haunted by
a ghost from the past. But as unpleasant as the memories are, they are a
necessary motivational tool to prepare me for the mission at hand. As my
private jet took off for Miami, my mind began an all to familiar journey
back to my childhood. My mother passed away while giving birth to me. My
father, Eric Stevens, was a wonderful man who raised me to be a decent and
caring human being. Although my dad was a widower, he never even considered
another woman in his life. He always told me that my mother was his one true
love and no one could ever take her place.  Despite being an extremely
successful business investor, my father always had time for me and he
showered me with love and affection.

Shortly after my twelfth birthday, I met a boy name Jason and we quickly
became friends. Jason was two months older than me but we were the same
size. Jason was 4'10" tall and he weighed around eighty five pounds. He had
sandy blond hair and emerald green eyes. When he smiled, it seemed like the
world got a little brighter. His teeth were a little uneven and one of his
front teeth was slightly crooked. He had a slender build and his skin was
golden tan. It did not take me long to realize that every time I was around
Jason I got an erection. After hanging out with Jason for two whole months
during the summer, I began to realize that I was in love with him. One day
we were playing in my room and I could no longer hold back my feelings.

"Jason" I said, to get his attention away from the playstation.

"Yeah" he replied as he turned to look at me.

"I need to tell you something but I don't want you to say anything until I
am finished." I said.

"Sure Tim, you know you can tell me anything" he said with an award winning
smile on his face.

"Well, you may not like what I have to tell you but I think you should know.
Every time I am with you Jason I get an erection. I have noticed it since
the first day we met. Over the past month it has seemed like we were
brothers but I think it is more than that now. I love you Jason. Not like a
brother but like a boyfriend. I understand if you think I am weird and you
don't want to hang around with me anymore. I just had to tell you because it
is how I feel." I said as I nervously waited for Jason to respond.

"Tim!" Jason shouted. "How could you possibly think I would not want to hang
around you any more? I get erections all the time when I am with you. I have
been in love with you since the day we met! But I knew I could not tell you
because I thought you might not like me anymore once you knew I was gay."
Jason explained as he stood up and walked over to sit next to me on the bed.
Jason put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. I put my arms around
him and returned the kiss. My dick was harder than it had ever been before.
When we finished with the kiss, Jason gazed down at the tent in my shorts.

"Looks like you have a bit of a problem there Tim" Jason quipped.

"I think it's the same problem you have" I replied as I noticed his shorts
were tented as well. "So what should we do about it?" I asked.

Without speaking another word, Jason took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt
and pulled it over my head. Then he carefully slipped his fingers under my
waistband and dropped my shorts and underwear in one fail swoop. I was now
standing before Jason completely nude. I followed his eyes as he drank in my
entire body. He started at my face and then his eyes drifted down to my dime
sized nipples. He continued downward checking out my smooth firm tummy and
my inny bellybutton.  His eyes widened as his travel further down to see the
dozen curly black pubic hairs above my three and a half inch circumcised boy
dick. He reached over and cupped my small scrotum and felt each of my almond
sized nuts.

"Wait!" I cried out. "You should be naked too since you have seen me that
way.

I grabbed the bottom of Jason's muscle shirt and lifted it off. I mimicked
Jason's actions by sticking my fingers under his waistband and dropping his
cut off jeans and underwear. There he was in all of his natural beauty. I
gazed down his bronze chest and paused momentarily while studying his nickel
sized nipples. His chest was as smooth as silk with just a tiny hint of
muscle tone. His belly was flat and he had an inny bellybutton as well. I
dropped my eyes a little further and noticed that Jason had a few more pubic
hairs than I had. He had obviously been experiencing puberty longer than me.
His dick was bigger than mine as well. Both in length and thickness. His
four and a half inch uncircumcised dick was standing straight out. I could
barely see his glans poking out from the foreskin.

"I have never seen an uncircumcised dick before" I whispered.

"Do you like it?" Jason asked.

"It's beautiful Jason. Just like the rest of you." I replied.

With that, Jason pushed me back onto the bed and had me lay down. He climbed
on the bed in the opposite direction and assumed a sixty nine position. I
wasn't sure what would happen next because I had never been naked with
anyone before. I had masturbated a few times but that was the extent of my
sexual knowledge. I had heard older boys talk about getting a blow job but I
had never had one and certainly never given one before. Jason lowered his
head and engulfed my raging hardon. The feeling that shot through my body as
his warm and wet mouth surrounded my dick was so intense that I actually saw
fireworks in my mind.

I raised my head and began to mimic Jason's actions. I was astonished at the
wonderful taste that filled my mouth. I was not sure if I would be able to
stomach the taste but now that I had him in my mouth I never wanted to let
him go. Jason was moaning as I bobbed up and down his shaft. All of the
sudden I felt a coil winding up in my balls. Jason was now attacking my dick
with every thing he had. My body could take no more and it stiffened in an
earth shaking orgasm. My lips closed tightly around Jason's throbbing dick
and I heard his moaning get louder. Jason yelled out  "I'm cum......" and
before he could finish, I felt his dick begin to spasm. He let loose with
four squirts of watery boy cum and it tasted incredible. It was the most
wonderful taste I have every known.

Jason moved around and lay beside me and we embraced. He kissed me on the
mouth and his tongue was trying to press between my lips. I open my lips and
allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. His tongue lashed out as if it were in
search of lost treasure. We broke the kiss and both rolled onto our backs
trying to catch our breath. "That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever
experienced Jason. I love you!" I panted out.

"I never knew I could feel so good Tim. I love you too!" he replied.

Just then, the door to my bedroom opened and I saw my father standing there
looking at us with a shocked look on his face. "I think you boys had better
get dressed and meet me downstairs." was all he said before closing the
door. Jason and I were in tears as we scrambled to put our clothes on. We
headed downstairs and walked into the living room where my father was
sitting. I knew right away, when I saw his face, that he was not angry.
Jason on the other hand did not know how to read my father and he was
petrified.

"Please Mr. Stevens, don't tell my parents. I will do anything you want but
please don't tell them what we were doing. They would disown me if they knew
I was gay." Jason spat out in a panic.

"Relax Jason" my father told him. "I do not plan on telling anyone what you
two were doing and you certainly don't have to do anything for me. I simply
want to talk to the two of you about your relationship. I am not mad at you
or Tim. I just want to try and help you sort things out." said my father in
a very reassuring tone.

"Your not going to tell on me?" Jason asked cautiously.

"No son, I am not going to tell on you. I have seen the way that you and Tim
look at each other and I had suspected that there was more than a friendship
brewing. I want the two of you to consider the difficulties involved in your
relationship. You realize that you will not be able to let any of your
friends find out about the way you feel towards each other without getting
picked on and made fun of. Society, as a whole, would frown on your
relationship and that is something you must always keep in mind." Explained
my father.

"Your not ashamed of me for being gay, dad?" I asked.

"My son, you are the kindest, most generous, and most intelligent child I
have ever known. You are a wonderful son and you show adults proper respect.
It is these things which defines your character and not who you have sex
with. I could never be ashamed of you as long as you continue to treat
people with dignity and respect." said my father.

"You are the best dad in the world and I love you very much!" I cried out as
I ran and hugged my father.

"Jason, I have no intentions of telling your parents anything about this.
But I certainly think 'you' should. I think you should explain to them how
you feel about Tim. It is not right to hide your feelings for Tim from
them." my father said.

"But what if they hate me for who I am?" cried Jason.

"I don't think you are giving your parents enough credit Jason. They are
your parents and they will love you for who you are. Give them the benefit
of the doubt. Now you boys run and get washed up for dinner" my father
instructed.

After dinner, my father and I drove Jason home and I kissed him goodbye.
Jason was silent for the quick two minute ride and I could tell he was
debating something in his mind. Jason got out of the car and waved goodbye
as he walked up the walkway. We waited until he was safely in the house
before leaving. On the way back home my father told me that he was glad I
found someone to love but he wanted me to understand how difficult it would
be to keep such a relationship a secret. "I want you to be happy and feel
loved son. I am just worried about you getting hurt in all of this" my
father said.

"Don't worry dad. Nothing that feels this good could ever cause me any pain"
I replied with a smile on my face. Little did I know then how very wrong I
could be. When we got back to the house, we cleaned up the kitchen from the
dinner mess and then decided to watch a movie. We had just gotten to the
climax scene when the door bell started ringing.

<Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong> Someone was
sure in a hurry for us to answer the door. My father jumped up and ran to
the door and opened it. Jason had been leaning against the door and he feel
into my father's arms as the door was swung open. My father carried Jason
into the living room and laid him on the sofa. Jason had deep red bruises
all over his face and he was curled up into the fetal position. My father
told me to look after Jason and he bolted for the telephone.

"Are you alright Jason? What happened?" I asked as the tears were streaming
down my face.

"I told my parents that I loved you like your father said I should. My dad
went ape shit and punched me several times in the face, screaming 'no son of
mine is going to be a faggot'. I finally collapsed on the floor. Since he
could not punch me anymore, he started kicking me in the stomach and in my
balls. I don't know how many times he kicked me. I curled up into a ball and
just lay there begging him to stop. Finally he stormed off into the kitchen
and I heard him yelling at my mom. As soon as I could stand up, I walked out
the door and made my way over here. I am never going back there again."
sobbed Jason.

My father had just walked back in the room to tell us the ambulance was on
its way when Jason started jerking really bad. He turned his head sideways
and puked up what seemed like a bucket full of blood. Then Jason's head
rolled back and he stopped moving. "What's going on dad" I screamed as my
father held me in his arms and turned my head away from Jason.

"I don't know son but the paramedics will be here any minute and they will
take care of Jason." my father said, rather unconvincingly.

Two minutes later, the police and the paramedics arrived. The policeman ask
my father and I to come into the dinning room while the paramedics took care
of Jason. I told the policeman the story Jason had told me and he wrote it
all down. The policeman said he was going to retrace Jason's steps back to
his house. By the time we got back to the living room, the Paramedics where
taking Jason out on a stretcher. "Where are you taking him?" asked my father
as they rushed towards the ambulance.

"Memorial" shouted the paramedic as they loaded the stretcher and then sped
away with sirens whaling.

My father and I jumped in the car and raced to the hospital. When we walked
in the Emergency Room entrance I saw a police car pull up. I watched as
Jason's mom and dad raced to the information counter.

"I am Jason Starky's mother. Where is my boy?" asked Mrs. Starky.

"They are working on him now Mrs. Starky. Please have a seat and let us get
some information. They will be out to speak with you in a few minutes."
stated the desk clerk.

As soon as my father turned and caught sight of Mr. Starky, he flew across
the room. He grabbed Mr. Starky by the collar and threw him against the
wall. "What kind of a hideous monster are you that you could do such a thing
to your own son?" screamed my father.

The police officer that had taken my statement came rushing through the door
and separated the two men. "Alright, alright, everyone just calm down here."
yelled the officer. "Mr. Starky says that his son came home tonight and told
him he was spending the night with your son. He says the last time he saw
the boy was when he left to go to your place. I found several patches of
blood between the Starky residence and your residence. There was fresh blood
on the sidewalk in several locations. It appears as if the boy was attacked
somewhere between his house and yours." stated the officer.

"You lying son-of-a-bitch!" my father screamed at Mr. Starky.

"Unless you have a witness to back up your story Mr. Stevens, I suggest you
not make any more slanderous statements against me. My lawyer will have you
for lunch!" spewed Mr. Starky.

Just then, the door to the treatment area opened and the doctor came out.
Mrs. Starky jumped from her seat and ran to the doctor. "How is my son?" she
pleaded.

"Mr. & Mrs. Starky, your son sustained massive internal injuries and was
hemorrhaging internally. We tried to revive him but I am afraid your son was
dead on arrival. I am very sorry." stated the doctor as he dropped his head
to his chest.

"You murdered our son you miserable bastard! You killed my baby! " screamed
Mrs. Starky as she flailed away at her husband's chest.

Mr. Starky started to run for the door but my father jumped him and tackled
him to the ground. The police officer pinned Mr. Starky on the ground and
placed him in handcuffs.

"Joseph Starky, you are under arrest for the murder of Jason Starky. You
have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will, be used
against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and to have
an attorney present during questioning. If you desire an attorney but can
not afford one, an attorney will be appointed to you by the court. Do you
understand your rights as I have read them to you?" asked the officer.

"Yes I understand my rights but you are making a big mistake." Mr. Starky
cried out.

"No Mr. Starky, it was you that made the big mistake. You fathered a child
when you had no business doing so. You allowed your own bigotry and hatred
to drive you to an act of violence against your own son. I hope you and
Bubba become best of friends in the penitentiary you disgusting piece of
shit!" my father screamed.

I stood and watched everything unfold and I had a huge knot in my throat. I
was crying uncontrollably and ran to my father for comfort. My father picked
me up and hugged me tightly to his chest. I turned my head towards Mrs.
Starky who was now leaning against the wall sobbing. "I am so very sorry
about Jason Mrs. Starky. I loved him and he loved me. And now I will never
see him again." I cried out.

"I'm sorry too Tim. Sorry that I ever let my son have any contact with a
disgusting little faggot like you." Mrs. Starky hissed.

"I'm very sorry for your loss Mrs. Starky." my father said. "But it is truly
a shame that your tragic loss has not taught you a thing. How many more
lives will it take before you let go of the hatred and bigotry that fills
you to overflowing?" asked my father rhetorically as he carried me out the
door towards the car. My father put me in the car and then got in the
driver's seat. He reached over and hugged me as he said "Tim, nothing I can
say can make your hurt go away. All I can tell you is that Jason is now
resting peacefully in the arms of God. With time, the pain will lessen and
you will move on with your life. But for now, please understand that it was
not Jason's father that took his life. It was hatred and bigotry that took
Jason from you. I love you son, and we will get through this thing
together."

Jason's funeral was held four days later. My father and I were not permitted
to attend. My father took me to the cemetery the following week so that I
could say goodbye to my sweet Jason. When I walked up to the newly filled
grave, I bent over and placed a single red rose on the top. I asked my
father if he could leave me alone for a few minutes, so he walked back over
to the car to wait for me.

I fell to my knees and began sobbing uncontrollably. "I am so sorry I caused
this to happen to you Jason. Please forgive me. I love you so much Jason and
I hurt really bad inside since you left me. My father told me that it was
hatred and bigotry that took you from me but I can not help feeling it was
all my fault. I cry myself to sleep every night remembering our last day
together. I feel so empty inside but my father says that will go away in
time. I don't believe that Jason. I love you with all of my heart. My father
says that you are in heaven now. I hope he is right Jason and that you have
found a haven of rest. I will never forget you my love. Rest in peace."

When I stood up to leave, I turned around and came face to face with Mrs.
Starky. I didn't know how long she had been standing there but she had tears
streaming down her face. My father was standing just a few feet behind her.
She reached out her arms and hugged me tightly. Her whole body was shaking
as she began to speak.

"I am so sorry for what I said at the hospital the night Jason died. I hope
you don't mind, but I overheard what you said to Jason just now. You are
wrong Tim! So very wrong! You did not cause anything to happen to Jason. All
you did was love him, which is what we should have done as well. Your father
is right about hatred and bigotry. They are the things that took Jason away
from you. I looked in Jason's eyes when he told us he loved you Tim, and I
knew he meant what he was saying. As long as you keep Jason in your heart,
that love will always be with you." she said before turning and running back
to her car in tears.

"Come on Tim. Let's go home." whispered my father as he slid his arm around
my shoulders and led me back to the car. The ride home was a long and silent
one. I just sat and stared out the window with tears rolling down my cheeks
as we drove on. I was not sure I was going to be able to live up to my
father's expectations. He said I had to move on with my life but I didn't
see how that was possible. Jason was gone and he left a hole the size of the
Grand Canyon in my heart. But my father was right, and in time, I would
managed to accept Jason's death and move on with my life.

Just after my twenty-fifth birthday, my father passed away from prostate
cancer. I was at he side when he died and I loved my father to the very end,
just as he loved me. Before he passed on, he grabbed my hand and said "Tim,
I love you more than life itself. I have watched you grow into a man of
great strength and character and I am very proud of you. You are about to
come into a very large sum of money. I want you to use it to help people
son. Remember Jason, and never let his memory fade away. There are many more
out there just like him. Don't let them suffer the same fate. Promise me
son."

"I love you dad and I promise I will honor your memory as well as Jason's" I
said as I watched my father slip into death. A few days later, I met with my
father's attorney and he informed me that my father's estate was worth eight
point five billion dollars. I was not exactly sure what my father had
planned for me to do with that much money but it could certainly help a lot
of people.

<Buzzzzzzzz> I reached over and grabbed the cabin phone and asked the pilot
what he needed. "We have received clearance to land sir. We will be on the
ground in ten minutes." the pilot informed me.

To be continued...