Date: Fri, 29 Apr 2005 00:06:56 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: Jerking With Jason: Chapter 6

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in
the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always
play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior,
and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material.

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Jerking With Jason: Jason, Ryan and Dooley
By R.A. Swain


Jason pulled on a clean pair of boxers after his shower and finished up
some work before his guests were due to arrive. The doorbell drew him away
from his laptop. He paused and checked his reflection in the full-length
mirror on the back of the bedroom door before heading down to let his
company in. The reflection was of a hot guy with a smooth flat stomach, in
decent shape without the aide of exercise; average, but even above average
if he took off the boxers. He tore himself from his reflection and raced
down the stairs.

Opening the door he was greeted with the sight of his new neighbor, Dooley,
standing at the door wearing the boxers Jason had been wearing earlier in
the day when he and Dooley met and engaged in an instant mutual enjoyment
of each others bodies. He ushered Dooley in with a smile. "Those look hot
on you," he said.

"Thanks, does that mean I can keep them?"

Jason laughed. "Maybe. We'll see after we play a little tonight."

"And what are we playing," Dooley asked as he followed Jason to the kitchen
and was handed a beer.

"I've got another friend coming over to join us, but I figured we could
swap stories, maybe a few dares, and more. The guy coming is the one who
dared me to go to the mailboxes in my boxers."

Dooley raised his eyebrows. He was about to speak when the doorbell
interrupted them. He leaned against the kitchen doorway, sipping his beer,
as Jason went to answer the door. He watched over Jason's shoulder as the
door opened and he saw the sight of a guy with short cropped dark hair,
slightly spiked, a bare chest, wearing boxers and sneakers.

"Hey man, glad you could make it," Jason said, greeting Ryan.

"Glad you dared me," Ryan said. He stopped when he saw Dooley standing in
the door frame. "I see you've got other company."

Jason turned. "Ryan, this is my neighbor, Dooley. Dooley, this is my
co-worker, Ryan."

"I've got to come to your neighborhood more often," Ryan said, extending
his hand.

Dooley accepted the handshake. "Looks like real estate is pretty hot
itself."

The two men sized each other up while Jason explained his plan for an
evening of just hanging out, drinking beer, swapping dare stories and
dares. Ryan and Dooley nodded in approval.

"Sounds pretty good to me," Ryan said, accepting the beer Jason handed
him. "So should we go to the living room?"

"I've got a better idea," Jason said. He led the two men to his patio, with
the open yard backing to the woods. He lit a candle on the small table and
gestured to the lawn chairs. "I thought we could play this out here. It's
mostly secluded." He knew some of the local teens wandered by using the
woods as a shortcut to and from the condos. The risk of someone wandering
by while one or all of them was naked and doing some kind of dare was
possible.

"So how do we do this?" Ryan asked.

"How about starting with each of us telling how we got into dares, bets and
exhibitionism?" Dooley suggested.

"Cool," Jason said. "Why don't you go first?'

Dooley smiled. "Okay. As I told Jason when I met him, I enjoy dares, and
have for most of my young life. I'm 26, and have been taking bets and dares
as far back as I can remember. In high school I would get into bets over
everything from who would win a basketball game to dick size. It was the
same in college, taking things further, playing all sorts of strip games as
well. I'm guessing from what Jason told me, he had a similar outlook on
bets and dares."

"I just felt instantly comfortable with him, since I caught him in the
middle of his acceptance of your dare to go to the mailboxes in his
boxers. Ryan, I owe you for that show. It was worth it to make a new dare
friend." Dooley paused for a swig of beer before continuing. "I remember
one dare similar to what you dared Jason to do today, back in college, only
it was to go get my mail wearing only a jockstrap."

The men laughed.

"Cool," Ryan said.  "That was a standard bet between me and my brother when
we started betting. It was probably around high school, I guess, and Billy
and I would make bets on just about anything. The usual bet was the loser
would get the mail the next day in his underwear. One day he upped the ante
to me getting the mail naked. Things progressed until I was standing out by
the mailbox, naked and stroking my cock in broad daylight in front of my
house.

"As I got older and went to college, my exhibitionistic bets and dares took
on new venues. I streaked just about every building on the campus, and
probably jerked off in most of them as well. I spent weekends in my dorm
naked on bets or dares, and hosted several dorm parties in the nude. I even
got into a few bets with my RA's and a couple professors."

"No shit?" Dooley leaned forward. "You made bets with some professors?"

"Yeah. They were just a little older than I, and once my rep got around,
the fun ones sought me out for the sport or the challenge. This one guy, a
psych professor, was intrigued by my willingness to accept bets that some
guys would consider humiliating."

"Like what?" Jason asked.

Ryan sipped his beer. "Like jerking off in front of some select students
from his psych class, some of whom I knew. The counter bet was, if he lost
he would jerk off in front of me and some of the guys from my dorm, in the
dorm lounge. Winning that bet was one cool payoff."

"You got your professor to jerk off?" Dooley was obviously impressed.

"Yeah, it was cool. He lost several bets to me, and I to him and a few
other professors. The RA's were more fun, because they were supposed to be
all responsible, and getting them to lose a jerk off bet was way cool. It
was fun to get them to strip naked in front of all the guys on the floor
who wanted to watch, and make them do things like jerk off and show
everyone their favorite technique for self loving, or make them jerk off
while fucking themselves up the ass with a cucumber or some other dildo.

"Sure it was risky, because I was risking the same humiliation, but I won
more than I lost. Of course there were the occasional losses. One night I
had to put on a jerk off show for three different RA's and their
girlfriends. They really made me humiliate myself with a candlestick up my
ass. It was mostly bad because I had dated two of the girls, and the other
one was in some of my classes."

Jason and Dooley listened to Ryan recount his dare and bet history, both
men enjoying the thoughts and the feeling of their cocks growing in their
boxers. Jason brought out another round of beers before telling them a bit
of his history.

"I've been into dares and bets most of my life also," he said. "One of the
things that really still gets me is this little voice in my head goading me
on whenever I hear a challenge or dare, especially something sexual. It
seems even stronger when there's risk of getting caught."

"I know that feeling," Ryan said.

"Me too," Dooley replied.

Jason continued. "I just can't resist the urge to do sexual things in
public places. Once in college I played strip poker out on the quad with
some buddies. I lost down to my underwear, boxer briefs. Another time I
lost a bet while in swim class, and had to jerk off immediately afterwards,
in the showers, no matter who walked in. That time the coach caught me
beating off in front of my buddies in the shower, and he made me finish
after it was explained to him that it was payoff on a bet."

"Sounds like have similar interests and backgrounds," Dooley said. "I know
I've always enjoyed kind of thumbing my nose at society's mores, and doing
what felt good and right for me." He was casually groping the front of his
loose fitting boxers.

"Looks like you want to play some now, buddy?" Ryan chided. "I dare you to
hang your cock out of your fly and play with it for a few minutes for our
enjoyment."

Dooley glanced toward the woods, and then back at his new friends. He
reached into the fly of his boxers and fished out his growing cock. It
didn't take long for him to reach his full length, and he leaned back in
the chair, slowly stroking himself for the viewing pleasure of Jason and
Ryan. He paused after a few minutes when he began to leak precum.

"Damn," Ryan whispered. "That was hot."

Dooley caught his breath. "I'd like to see you fish Jason's cock out of his
boxers and stroke it for me."

Ryan didn't hesitate to move from his chair and kneel in front of Jason,
reaching into his boxers and wrapping his fist around Jason's thick
meat. He pulled it out in the candlelight and began jerking off his
co-worker, stroking slowly to an imagined rhythm in his head. He watched in
close up fascination as he pumped his buddies cock, noting the shape of the
mushroom crown, and feel of his shaft as he stroked it. He too watched the
precum well up at the tip before it began leaking down the underside of
Jason's shaft.

Jason stopped him. "Man that's good, but I don't want to cum just yet."  He
looked at Dooley. "I dare you to take you boxers off."

Dooley smiled. "These aren't my boxers, but I'll taken `em off anyway."
With that he stood up and stripped the boxers from his hips, allowing them
to catch on his extended cock, watching it bounce and snap back to hit his
belly.

"Jason, I dare you and Ryan to kiss, with my cock between your lips,"
Dooley challenged the men.

Jason and Ryan now both knelt before Dooley, one on each side, and leaned
forward; opening their mouths and attempting to tongue wrestle with
Dooley's cock in their way. They worked their mouths up and down the length
of Dooley's stiff shaft, licking and sucking at it and each other's
tongues, while Dooley stood there and occasionally thrust his hips and
bucked his cock into their open mouths.

After a few minutes Jason paused. "I dare both you guys to come into to my
bedroom and suck and fuck each other and me."

Nothing else had to be said. The men almost ran into the house and up the
stairs to the bedroom, stripping off their boxers along the way. Once in
the bedroom, Dooley sat on the edge of the bed and took both Jason and
Ryan's cocks into his mouth, alternately sucking on both then one and then
the other, stroking them and reaching around and playing with there hot
tight assholes, while the two men locked lips above Dooley's head and
finally tongue wrestled while being sucked.

It wasn't long before positions were switched and all three men fell into a
daisy chain on the bed. As they sucked each other's cocks and licked each
other's balls, Jason heard his computer beeping. He glanced up to realize
he had left his webcam running. "Hey guys were on my webcam, do you want me
to turn it off?"

"No way," Dooley replied. "I dare you both to fuck and suck me in front of
whoever wants to watch. Jason, go invite anyone on your friends list who
you think is into it."

Jason hurriedly moved to the computer, taking note of which of his friends
were already watching. He typed out a few invitations, and instant messaged
them. Three more guys popped up and took advantage of the
invitations. Jason walked back to the bed stroking his throbbing cock and
started to suck on Ryan, who was sucking on Dooley.

As the men shifted positions again, Ryan sucked on Jason while Dooley
licked Jason's balls, and then kissed Dooley while Jason sucked on both of
their cocks. Positions kept revolving until each of the men had sucked the
other two separately and together.

Ryan was the first one to move behind Dooley, and lube up his cock while
playing with Dooley's waiting hole. Dooley sighed. "Do it, man. Fuck me."

That was all the incentive Ryan needed, and soon Dooley found himself with
Ryan's cock buried up his ass. He moaned with a combination of pain and
pleasure, and bucked his hips as he sucked on Jason. With another switch of
position, Ryan found himself riding Dooley's stiff log, and swallowing
Jason's. And a third switch found Jason impaled on Dooley. The men kept
switching position and kissing and stroking and sucking each other's cocks
until they could hold out no longer.

"I'm gonna cum," Dooley announced, thrusting into Ryan's mouth while Jason
rode his ass. He shuddered as Jason pumped faster, and Ryan backed off just
enough to have Dooley shoot his load on Ryan's face and chest. Jason
watched this with hunger, and pulled his cock from Dooley's ass, and jerked
himself to climax on Dooley's ass and back.

Ryan reared up and stroked himself until Dooley reached forward and began
stroking him. It didn't take long for Ryan to blow his load on Dooley's
stomach and cock. After the first round of cum was spent, the guys
collapsed in each other's arms before continuing on for another round.

End Chapter 6


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