Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2002 07:19:49 -0500
From: Lonnie Ford <ford_lonnie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping Jason

Disclaimer:  If you should not be here, then why are you
here?  If you are not eighteen years of age, or if is
unlawful to read this wherever you are then please go back.
If you are allowed by law to be here I hope you enjoy what
you are about to read.  Any similarities to actual events or
persons are purely coincidental {damn I hope that is how
you spell that}.  The story you are about to read never
happened, but I wish it would have.  Not the story itself,
but the young man you are about the read about, at any rate
I think you, the reader, know what I mean.  Anyway hope you
enjoy.


                      Helping Jason


Finally, off work for two long overdue weeks.  Actually I
don't think it will be that long either, but at any rate I
don't have to show up at the store for a while.  Over the
past three years, it has been one thing after another to
prevent me from going on a vacation.  Either someone quits,
someone's close relative dies, someone's having a baby, or
someone breaks a nail.  Not this time, I have this time off
and I didn't leave it up for discussion.  This was going to
be a good two weeks for me.  I had heard a couple of the
others talking about a new bar that opened, that catered
mainly to the younger people so I thought I might check it
out.  It had been too long since I had had the company of a
young man, older man, or any man.  It was time to get out
and put myself back into the scene.  Really, what I wanted
was the company of a much younger boy, but in these days it
was hard to go out and find a thirteen year old without
going to prison.  Therefore I would settle for the company
of a college guy.  Hell, I have still not lost the body I
had in high school.  I was on the wrestling team, played
baseball, track team, and still worked out a couple times a
week.  So I didn't think I would have any trouble finding a
young stud to fuck, or for that matter to fuck me.

I had decided that I would go out for a couple drinks
tonight just to check out the scene.   I got home about
seven and went on up stairs to get ready.  After getting out
of the shower I stood in front of the mirror just to look.
My hair was still looking good for my age, I hadn't had the
same problem that my father or older brother had.  There was
a slight graying at the temples, but most people told me it
added character.  My gray eyes were clear, and I did get a
lot of compliments about my eyes.  I always kept my
moustache and goatee neatly trimmed to frame my white smile.
With solid arms and chest covered with fine light brown
hairs, though I was hairy I was far from being a bear.  My
abdomen was not flabby yet I didn't have a six pack either,
but I hadn't lost my size 32.  Looking in the mirror, I
noticed at twenty-nine, I didn't look half bad.  "No, you
shouldn't have a problem picking up a man or two." I said
aloud to myself.

About nine-thirty I was pulling into the parking lot of the
bar.  I could hear the beat of the music from the truck.
After paying the cover I headed straight for the bar and
ordered a bourbon and coke.  I chose a stool toward the end
of the bar so I would be able to watch the door.  Half way
through my drink was when I spotted him coming in the door.
He went to the middle of the bar and ordered himself a drink
and was looking around, I could tell that he was on the
make.  I sat there watching him trying not to be to obvious.
He looked in my direction, nodded his head, and flashed a
quick smile.  After getting his drink, he headed in my
direction.

"This stool taken?"  He shyly asked.  Damn, he was beautiful
with his dark brown hair cut short.  His eyes seemed to be
the color of emeralds that complimented his olive
complexion.  Wearing a tank top and a pair of Tommy's I
could tell he was like zero body fat.

"No, help yourself."  I replied.

"Hi, I'm Jon.  I don't recall seeing you here before."

"Mark, and no this is my first time."

Giving a quick smile, that showed a dimple on his left
cheek, "You waiting on someone?"

We sat there and chatted about nothing really.  I did find
out that he was a nurse, and lived in a basement apartment
about a block from where I lived.  After three games of
pool, and getting along really well, we left to go to my
place.  We had stopped off at the store to get some bourbon
and some coke.  Since neither of us had to work tomorrow we
was in no hurry.  When we go to my place, I had just got the
door closed when he came up to me and kissed me hard on the
mouth.  His tongue easily parted my lips and we were in a
hot embrace.  Breaking it and backing away he apologized for
being so forward.  Since it didn't bother me I returned the
favor.  After that I guided him to the overstuffed sectional
sofa and made us a drink each.  We sat a talked through
three drinks before either of us ever brought up anything
sexual.  It was a good time, and though I did want him, I
was going with the flow.

"Mark, what is it about you?  I mean I want to have sex, but
at the same time I don't want you to stop talking.  It is
like I have known you forever."

"Strange I feel the same way too."

Leaning over he kissed me again, and this time it did not
stop.  Our tongues wrestled for control.  He slowly began to
un-button my shirt, and started to kiss my neck.  "We need
to stop, or somebody......" He shut me up by kissing me on
the lips again.  We both stood up and I took his hand and
led him to the bedroom and my king-size waterbed.

He was standing there nude and I could not stop looking at
his perfect body.  He was a size 30 and had no hair on his
chest or stomach. We lay down and met in the middle.  With
me on my back hi started kissing at my forehead, down to
both eyes, and back to the mouth.  Reaching my neck he
circled around to both ears.  Down my chest to my hard
nipples, he gently sucked them.  Down to my nine inches of
cut dick he circled the head with his tongue to get the pre
cum dripping from it.  He then took the entire shaft in his
mouth.  I could feel the head going down his throat, and he
worked the muscles to make it feel hotter.

I moved his head off me and he rolled onto his back and I
did the same thing he had just done to me.  When I got to
his big man meat, I licked the shaft of it before I took him
inside my mouth.  All eight inches deep into my mouth.  I
sucked it like a child on a lollipop.  I then moved to his
balls, taking each one into my mouth, and then both.  I
slowly moved his legs up to allow me to get to his love
shoot.  His manly musky scent drove me wild.  I tongue
fucked him for a long time, while he was moaning, and
playing with his hot member.  I moved back to his hot dick,
and positioned myself so we were both sucking the other.
Since it had been a while with no jacking off or sex I was
about ready to explode.  His balls began to tighten and I
knew he was ready to cum.  We both came at the same time,
filling the others hungry mouth with our love cream.  His
eight shots of cum satisfied my hunger for the time being,
and he swallowed all I had to offer.  Moving back up in the
bed we shared another kiss and tasted our combined cum.

After our after glows wore off we got out of bed and headed
back to the living room for another drink and to go out to
the hot tub room I had had installed last year.  Wearing
robes we took our drinks to the sliding glass door leading
to the deck.  Upon turning on the light and stepping
through, I stopped in my tracks.  I could not believe what I
was seeing; lying on a lounger was a small child.  With some
caution I approached the boy.  We both leaned over, one on
either side, to try to wake him and find out whom he was.  I
shook him gently and he jumped, with a start, he tried to
get up and run, but fell back on the lounger.  That was when
I noticed the black eye.

"Who are you?"  I questioned.  He just sat there looking
afraid.  "Jon go in the house and call the police please."

"No........they will make me go back there........she will
kill me this time."  The boy shouted.

"Who will kill you, what happened."

"My mother, she hates me, she tried to kill me."  With that
the boy collapsed in uncontrollable sobbing.

We finally got the boy inside and sitting on the couch
between us.  I could tell that the boy had not had a bath
lately, and there was blood on his shirt.  Jon went up to
start a bath for him, while I stayed with him and tried to
find out something.  He just kept saying the same thing he
had already said, and I figured he was in shock.

"Ok my name is Mark and this is Jon.  He got you a bath
ready, so lets go in there and take a bath and try to calm
down ok?  We are not going to hurt you, but you have to
trust us."

"Please mister, don't call the police, and I will trust
you."

"A bath is not calling anyone."

Getting him to the bathroom and in better light, I need a
lot of light in the bathroom; I was shocked at what I saw.
Not only was there a black eye, but also his lip was swollen
badly.  I tried to slowly remove his shirt, and he winced in
pain.  There were bruises all over his back, and Jon said he
looked like he had a couple of broken ribs from the swelling
on his side.  After he got into the tub, I took his
threadbare clothes straight to the trashcan.  I had some
clothes that might fit him that my nephew leaves here for
when he visits.  The remainder of the night was spent trying
to get some sort of information out of him, and after he
went to sleep trying to figure out what to do.

Around four AM, "Jon I am real sorry about all this, and I
can understand if you never want to visit my side of hell
again."

"Mark, if you don't care, I am not going anywhere.  I really
do like you and would like to spend more time with you."

That alone brought a tear to my eye, and Jon embraced me.
During all of this, any chance of getting, or maintaining, a
buzz was gone, but I kept on trying.  We finally decided to
try and get some sleep, but that would not come either.
Over the course of the next three days, I made a lot of
progress in the mystery.  Even though Jon had to work after
all, he called every chance he got, and after work he came
straight over here.  Finding out the child's name was Jason,
his mother beat him whenever she got drunk, which was a lot,
we tried to make him comfortable.  Jon had been able to get
some painers from an old script from a back injury, and that
helped Jason deal with the pain, and kept him knocked out a
lot too.  That was a good time for me and Jon to make love.

On the fourth day, I had had enough and decided it was time
to do something.  "Jason, we need to talk seriously now.  I
need to know all I can so I can try to get some help."

Crying, he broke down and told me everything.  I then got on
the phone and called my lawyer to find out, legally, what
could be done.  Jon got there just as I got off the phone,
and I told them both what I had found out.  I could be
charged with kidnapping, and if pressed I could go to jail
for a long time.  Jon wanted to talk privately for a bit so
we went to the bedroom.  When we got back to the living room
Jason was gone.  We searched all through the house, the back
yard, and he was no-where to be found.   We then went out
and got into Jon's truck and started looking.  We spent the
next several hours going down every side street in town, but
this turned up nothing.

During the next week, we spent a lot of time looking here
and there, places children might go.  Every morning I
searched the papers for the worst news, and everyday Jon was
checking the goings on of the ER form the previous night.
All I could do was worry about Jason, wondering if he went
back home to that fucking bitch mother of his.  The not
knowing was the worst.

That night when Jon got home, he found me crying on the
sofa.  All he could do was sit with me and hug me.  Being a
nurse, he had a soft spot for children himself, and I knew
he was worried as well.  We were about to go to bed when we
heard a sound out back.  We both ran to the door, both
knowing it was Jason coming back.  We tore open the sliding
glass door only to be faced with a raccoon.  Shocked and
disappointed we went up and showered and went to bed.

We held each other tight and kissed deeply, our passions
exploded.  Over the past week nothing had happened between
us.  Jon had moved some of his things in, and with all that
had happened we just let our love exist.  From the first
kiss, I knew I had found the man I would spend the rest of
my life with.  Moving from my lips, Jon went directly for my
throbbing cock.  Jon was hotter than a two-dollar pistol
that night.  He sucked me for what seemed like two hours, he
knew, and still knows, how to use his hot mouth.  Jon moved
slowly to my balls kissed them, licked them, sucked them,
and then went for my waiting hole.  We did not take time for
any lube; he used spit to wet his man meat and went all the
way in one shot.  To feel his pounding inside me drove me
wild.  I was bucking, moaning, and almost screaming.  Every
time his rod hit my prostrate, it brought me closer to
heaven.  I could feel his big cock getting bigger and I knew
he was ready to blow his hot spunk.  He pulled out of me as
the first shot of his love juice hit me on the chin.  Then
left a trail going all the way to my own member.  He moved
around in the bed and began licking at my chin, taking all
of his cum.  When he got to my dick, he engulfed the length
of it again.  His finger found my hole and he finger fucked
me and brought me to the edge.  Stepping over that cliff,
falling into the sea.  He swallowed all ten of my spurts,
and sucked me till I was totally dry.  We then drifted away
into the dark of sleep.

Getting up first, I went to the bathroom, and then down to
make coffee.  As the Folgers was brewing I went out to get
the paper.  As I got back to the kitchen, Jon was pouring us
both a cup from my Bunn coffee maker.  I opened the paper,
dropped it, and collapsed sobbing.

"Baby, what is it?" Jon ran to me.  "Mark, what the matter,
talk to me"

I pointed to the paper I had dropped.  The lead story was
about teen abuse and death.  There was a picture of Jason,
one of his last school pictures.  The story went on to say
that he was found in a dumpster a block from the house that
he shared with his mother and two other brothers and one
sister.  The mother had been taken into custody, and the
children will be taken into foster care after being treated
at the hospital for many things.

Should this continue??
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