Date: Sun, 16 May 2010 23:42:49 +0800
From: Crispy Toast <crispie@fastmail.fm>
Subject: A Saturday with Jason

A Saturday with Jason
by Chris (aka Crispy Toast)


This is a one-off I wrote for a friend about a little bit of fun I had
with my current housemate (friend, not bf) a couple of weekends ago. He
agreed I should upload it here so - here goes.

Legal stuff: I'm a 21 year old guy from Perth, Australia, so everything
here is consenting adults.

I will write more of Leaving Home (in the high school section) when
I get time.

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It was a cold but sunny Saturday morning when I got the text message I
had been waiting for.

I walked out from lazing on my bed to the kitchen and saw the keys on
the table and the set of clothes carefully packed into two plastic bags.
I picked one up and took a sniff - mmm, his smell. I could have taken
that in for a while more, but time was of the essence. I then went to
the garage, unlocked my ute and shoved the keys and bags in there before
carefully relocking it and locking the garage side door. I smirked. Nice
one, Chris.

The lock for the front door slipped down my hand and, as I opened it,
the totally naked form of Jason appeared before me, cross-legged,
expectant, his big brown eyes looking up at me.

"Good boy." He was a full three years older than me, but I was in charge
here.

I moved my hands down his sides and stroked him, reaching over to flick
his nice, hard cock. He sighed contentedly.

"Come on." I helped him up and led him into the house, shutting the door
behind us. "I want to get you ready." I took his mobile phone and
switched it off. He wouldn't be needing it.

He let me lead him into the bathroom, where he sat on a wooden chair I
had placed there. I slowly rubbed his shoulders before putting his arms
and hands behind the chair and tying them together, not tightly, but
firmly. I then tied each of his feet to the legs of the chair, leaving a
nice open space between his legs for me to access. Jason closed his
eyes, knowing that whatever was going to happen next was now in my
hands.

"What's this?" I said in a forced angry tone as I fingered his pubic
hair.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I want that to stay, in case Jonatho..."

"That's not good enough! We had an agreement." I brought out the
hairdresser-grade clipper and the moisturiser.

"Please..." he pleaded. I fired the thing up and he sighed and looked
away.

"O...K," he said almost inaudibly, conceding defeat. His cock told the
real story - it was now hard as, almost bouncing. In three minutes of
careful work, what had been his reasonably substantial bush was a pile
of hair clippings in a little resealable bag. Without much resistance, I
was able to push his arms back and do the same for his underarms. I
sensitively teased the moisturiser into the now raw areas of soft,
hairless flesh and whispered, "Jonathon might get a surprise." I didn't
give him time to absorb that as my fingers caressed his body and his
upper legs. Within seconds, Jason was sighing and grunting and
whispering my name. "Chris... oh my god, Chris... that is so awesome..."

When I thought he was sufficiently relaxed and horny, I untied him and
led him to my bedroom. I took a moment to admire my handiwork... he did
rather suit the hairless look as the rest of his body had so little as
to make my efforts not stand out one bit.

I shut the door. "Jase, you do realise you're not going anywhere for
quite a while?" (The irony of us being co-tenants at this house wasn't
lost on me.)

"Yes, Chris..."

"And you're my boy and you're going to do everything I want you to do."

"Yes, fuck yes, I'm helpless for you, Chris..."

I tied ropes to his feet and grabbed some 10kg gym weights to use for
holding them apart, putting one on each side of the bed, while I moved
his arms so his hands were above his head and with a rather impressive
knot I'd learned on the job once, both hands were inseparable from the
bedhead. His soft, beautifully shaped ass now lay in wait for me as I
went to get the lube from my drawer. Once I had it, I laid down next to
him. His eyes were closed and he was clearly waiting for me. A cheeky
finger went down between his ass cheeks, with a sudden breath escaping
his lips. "Ahhhh..." my contented boy moaned.

"Totally helpless."

"Yeah....."

I got the lube out and softly pushed past his futile barrier and was
soon using my two fingers to get him ready, with his moaning providing a
great backing soundtrack. I pushed past further to find his little bump
inside there and rubbed it mercilessly. His restrained form started to
convulse and the moaning turned to grunting and other pleasurable
noises.

"You like that?"

"FUCK YEAH... fuck me Chris... put it all in there", he managed in
between grunts.

I wasn't about to say no. I got my condom on and lubed up my own by-now
raging hard on.

"Hey mate... I'm going in."

I slid carefully into him, all the while getting off on his intense
enjoyment of the experience. I kept it nice and slow, but very, very
steady.

"OH CHRIS.... that's awesome!! Oh my God..."

It didn't take me long to reach my limits.

"Jase, oh my God, I'm almost there!!! Oh fuck..."

"Ahhhh.... You're so good!"

"Ohhh... So are you!!"

"Uhh... oh yeah... uhh... uhhhhhhhhh..."

And so ended the first of many hot sessions I was to have with Jason
over the next 8 hours. He grew into his helplessness as I alternated
between playing gently with his hot, tanned body and fucking him senseless.

I untied his hands and ankles and he got up uncertainly, almost falling
over the first time. I was there to help support his frame as he
gradually found his feet and, within a few minutes, was steady again.

"Wait there," I said, and headed for the garage to get his stuff. As he
dressed, I said, "Hope you enjoyed that!"

"Hell, yeah... We should do that again sometime!"

He switched on his phone. Four messages. One asking where the hell he
was. We both laughed.

"I can't be stuffed cooking tonight, fancy some Red Rooster?", he said.

"Yep, that'd be fine, mate."

We went to his car and I looked over at him. He smiled sweetly as we
headed off for our deliciously unhealthy end to the day.