Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 20:42:56 -0800
From: East Bay Barber <ebaybarber@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jason, chapter 4

Chapter 4

I turned the shower back on, and stepped under it.  I turned to Jason and
said, "Come in here, boy.  You're going to clean me up some.  And clean me
down, come to think of it.  Start on my ass, boy, while I'm shampooing
myself."  I turned my back on Jason and picked up the shampoo.

Jason hesitated behind me, like he was trying to figure out what he was
supposed to do.  Finally he picked up the soap and a wash cloth and got down
on his knees.  I felt the soft touch as he started wiping away the sweat and
grime and whatever around my ass.  My cock hardened yet again as I felt
Jason reach beneath me to clean my perineum.

"Spread my cheeks and make sure you get in there.  Do a good job, if you
know what's good for you.  Your tongue is going to be up there later."  Now
THAT gave Jason pause.  Then I felt him scrubbing harder-that felt good-and
I felt my cheeks being pulled apart yet wider as he made sure to clean in
there as far as he thought his tongue could reach.

"Let me know when you're done," I called down to Jason on his knees, "So I
can turn around and let you do my front."  I'd mostly finished with my hair
and face, and was working my way down my chest.  I stopped to play with my
tits a bit-may as well since I had the time.  Finally Jason called up, "I'm
done, Sir.  Please turn around."

I turned around.  My jutting cock just about his Jason in the face.  "Do my
crotch," I commanded.  I stopped cleaning myself and leaned against the
shower wall and spread my legs.  I watched as Jason carefully soaped up the
bit of trimmed hair I'd left above my cock-my cock itself and balls were
totally devoid of hair-I like the feel, especially when a hot stud like
Jason has his mouth on them.

Jason scrubbed and soaped and cleaned as I watched.  I could feel myself
dripping, but the pre-cum was lost amongst the water drops and wash cloth.
Jason looked up after a bit and said, "It's clean, Sir."

I called down to him, "Maybe you'd better check with your tongue and mouth
to make sure you got off all the grime and soap."  Jason sort of bowed his
head, then set the washcloth and soap aside.  I felt his hot breath on my
cock as he leaned forward.  "Start by licking AROUND my cock," I ordered.

Jason started licking the area between my navel and cock.  Whatever else one
said about him, Jason had a long, sensuous tongue.  It licked my soft belly,
working its way down towards the top of my cock.  He reached his hand up to
take hold of my cock to push it out of the way.  "No hands!" I told him.  So
Jason's nose tickled the side of my cock as he licked first one side then
the other.

I kind of scooched down and spread my legs a bit more.  "Do behind my balls,
then make love to my balls," I said.  "And be gentled," I added, "I still
have to punish you for your attitude all week.  Your balls would NOT like it
if you are not nice to mine right now."

That was enough warning.  Jason's tongue tickled and brushed the skin
beneath my balls.  I started moaning.  Jason took that as a good sign-he was
right-and he kept at it.  The pre-cum flowed and flowed.  He moved his head
back; his tongue started lapping and tickling the underside of my balls.  I
was in heaven!  I LOVE my balls to be licked and sucked on (and played with
and worked over and tugged on and pulled at, if the truth be told).

Jason opened his mouth and slowly sucked in my left ball.  He ran his tongue
around and over it.  I asked him later if he'd done that before.  He said
not, but that he'd always wanted to.  Such man sex as he had had was being
fucked in either one end or the other.  Never "making love" or "being made
love to."  He was a natural, though, as good a teaballer as I'd ever felt.
And over the next few weeks, with all the practice he had, he only got
better!

Jason let my left ball slip out of his mouth, and went to work on the right
one.  Then he got BOTH of my balls in his mouth, no mean feat since he
couldn't use his hands and my balls are rather large.  Incidentally, Jason's
mouth was hardly large enough to accommodate them both.  Had I not been into
ball work, soft AND HARD, the inherent pressure would have been just too
much.  As it was, I thought it felt GREAT; I was in major danger of cumming
on the spot!

I was close enough, and tired of the shower, that I decided I may as well
finish in the shower so that we could go out and play properly, so to speak.
  "Do my cock," I said, "Make love to it like you were doing to my balls."
A grateful Jason just about attacked my cock.

I looked down and noticed that he was working on his own cock as he sucked
on mine.  His hand was almost a blur as he worked his cock up and down.  Now
THAT would never do.  Suddenly I kicked him-luckily I was barefoot-right
smack in the nuts.  Not hard, mind you, but hard enough that he stopped his
jerking off and almost lost his hard on.  "You can play IF and WHEN I say,"
I told him.  "Lucky for you I have just the thing to keep a boy out of
trouble."

I had a chastity device which I'd picked up some where, I think at a gag
gift exchange at a Christmas party.  The thing included a variety of metal
tubes and rings and spikes and such, and of course rings that could be
locked together.  I'd never had it on, and I'd only tested it once-on the
guy who'd brought it to the party.  Now THAT had made for one unhappy guy,
since the party was an orgy and I'd just happened to have a lock in my
pocket!  The guy had claimed to be 100% top, but not THAT night, with all of
those horny guys and he with his cock bent almost double and his balls
squeezed together in the attached cage.  But it was fun for us!  And now I
had yet another guy I could punish with it.  But that would be later.

With my concentrating on keeping Jason out of trouble my own cock had
started to go down.  "Work on my balls some more," I ordered.  "When I'm
close to cumming, you can suck on my cock.  Tonight's your lucky night.  I
haven't cum in three or four days, so I have a couple of big loads in me.
You can swallow one now.  The other one can go up your ass in a few minutes
(this was in the pre-AIDS days, so everyone fucked bareback).

Jason opened his mouth and got one of my balls in.  He started sucking to
get the other one in.  At last it kind of squeezed its way in-ooh that hurt
so much, but in a GOOD hurting way (at least if you have tough balls like
mine, and like them worked on).  Jason sucked and worked his tongue over and
around my orbs trapped in his mouth.  H leaned his head back a little, to
ease the strain on his neck.  The tugging almost sent me into orbit.  I
guess Jason heard my moaning, since he alternated then between working close
in and stretching my nuts away from my body.

I felt myself getting close-real close-so I told him so.  Reluctantly (well,
I was reluctant!) Jason let my balls go and started munching down on my
cock.  Now, I'm not hung like a horse, only seven and a half inches, but
with a nice mushroom head (or so I've been told on more than one occasion).
I don't know how much experience Jason actually ha sucking cocks, but he
sure did a number on mine.

He was most of the way down the shaft, with his tongue swirling around and
over and felling of so yummy, like it had felt on my balls.  I felt the cum
boiling up from my nuts, so I grabbed Jason head with both my hands and
rammed my cock the rest of the way down his throat.

And came.  God did I cum, like I hadn't cum in weeks!  Four, then five
spurts of jism erupted from my cock and disappeared, so I could feel, down
Jason's throat.  Jason must have been just about drowning in my cum; he
suddenly took his hands and started pushing, so gently but insistently on my
hips as he tried to pull his head back from where his nose was buried
against my belly.  Since I didn't want him to drown I let him pull his head
back from, but not off, my cock.

After I came I had Jason clean my cock and balls while I rinsed off.  We got
out of the shower together and toweled off.  By then I was hard again (Jason
was also), so I said, "Let's go.  Time to get me off again.  I want to see
how tight your Canadian ass is.  And if you do a good job squeezing my cock,
maybe I'll get YOU off.  Actually, I KNEW I would.  I may like fucking, and
getting a blow job, but I also like sucking on a smooth cock and balls,
especially if they're attached to a young buck like Jason.

I headed for Jason's bedroom-no sense messing up MY sheets.  When we got
there I ordered, "Lube up your ass and my cock and get on your back."  Jason
passed the first test; he had lube.  He had to look through a couple of
drawers to find the tube, so I knew I was his first fuck since he'd started
working at our place.

Jason worked a glob of lube up his asshole, then spread some on my cock.  I
slapped his hand when he started working it over the tip of my cock; a
couple of minutes of that and I would have spurted onto the floor instead of
up his ass.  I told him, "Get on your back and assume the position!"  It was
obvious he knew what "the position" was.

Jason got on his back.  His cock was jutting out-how yummy it looked.  Well,
there'd be time for that later.  Jason spread his legs and got them up in
the air, and held them there as I positioned myself on my knees in front of
them.

I aimed my cock at Jason's ass and leaned forward.  My cock slipped right
in, all the way to the hilt, my belly flush against Jason's backside.  I
took hold of his ankles and spread them comfortably and waited a moment for
Jason to adjust to my penetration.

Jason sighed, then I felt his sphincter tightening around my cock.  Boy did
that feel great.  I pulled back, sliding the length of my cock along the
tight ring of muscles, feeling the friction on my skin.  I shoved forward,
massaging the skin.  Out and in I worked my cock, pulling it almost out of
Jason's ass before sliding it in to the hilt.  Then starting the cycle over,
nice and slowly, nice and easy.

Jason started panting with pleasure.  He reached for his cock and I slapped
his hand away, again.  "Keep that up, boy, and I'll lock your cock up and
not let you come 'til October."  Since that was three months away, Jason
stopped.  I guess he took me kind of seriously, as well he should.  I would
have locked his cock up, sure enough.

I kept up a steady rhythm, not too fast and not too hard.  I prefer a slow,
comfortable screw, not a quick "get your rocks off fuck.  I'm also not a
tough top, banging the bottom hard as I can to show him who's boss.  Jason
knew I was the boss.  Also, it was as important to me that he was enjoying
what I was doing as that I did.  Well, ALMOST as important, anyway.

By the meowing sounds, and the pearly drops of pre-cum at the tip of a cock
hard enough to scratch glass with, I could tell that Jason WAS enjoying
himself.  I sure was, as I slid my cock in and out, like clockwork.  An
occasional "Tighten up your ass" was all I had to say.

Well, I could have kept that up for an hour or two, and would have, too, but
it was getting late.  And tomorrow WAS a work day.  So I said, "It's time
for me to finish, so we can work on YOU."  Jason squeezed harder on my cock,
and I quickened my pace.  Not harder, mind you, just quicker.

Now I started making noises, as I felt the cum boiling around in my balls
and getting ready to move.  I moved yet faster, sliding my cock in and out
of Jason's ass, rubbing, feeling the friction, feeling the pleasure building
up in my balls, building up until I couldn't stand it.

I pushed my cock in, and pushed more, like I was trying to ram my cock up to
Jason's throat.  I gave a yell as I came.  Three, no four, times I felt my
cock swelling as the cum filled my piss tube and shot up Jason's ass.  God
did that feel great as Jason instinctively tightened his muscles around my
cock and held it as I came.

Just like that it was over.  I felt my cock softening.  I pulled out, then
stayed behind Jason catching my breath.  I looked around for something to
wipe my dirty cock on.  One of Jason's tee shirts lay on the corner of his
bed in easy reach, so I grabbed it.  Jason, of course, did not say anything
as I wiped off my cock and balls and belly.  "Next time, have a clean, damp
cloth waiting for me, boy."  I tossed the dirty shirt in the general
direction of Jason's closet.  I knew that next time Jason WOULD have a damp
towel waiting.  Jason, of course, just lay there, waiting for whatever was
next.