Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2009 09:29:22 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: Someone like Jason

Someone Like Jason Copyright Alex Carr 2009

My regular fuckin's during the time Ned employed me to help with his
allotment and plant nursery  had become part pf my life scene. I became  besotted by
the older man who was always a thrill and a joy to be with, to share  his
fantasies with, sometimes in the potting shed and others in the  greenhouse.
It could happen at any time of the day, a weekday that is when I  worked
there. Ned wo0uld just give me that certain nudge on the behind when he  wanted me
and quite frankly, it had become that I was simply all ass for him and
whatever, in fact if a day was missed it didn't seem the same, going back home  in
the evening unfucked - I would have to wank myself crazy but of course it
could never be the same as being and sharing with Ned. But fortunately that
rarely happened - Ned had to be sick or something for that to  happen.
Weekend's were generally okay because Sundays, I nearly always had  sex with
Danny who always gave me it good - and he didn't do so badly either,  let's
just say he was always pleased to see me and when he  called and I  opened the
door ,he was always set with a huge hard on, he was thinking what was  in
store of course, he always thanked me for the things I did with his  cock!
But come July Danny was off to Holland with his work for a month so I  was
really missing my Sunday session. So much that I decided to take a run down  to
the allotment, see if Ned was around, I knew during the busy times he did
work occasionally on a Sunday.
But I was in for a shock, he was working  alright, but opening the door to
the allotment hut (I had a key) there was Ned  mouth full of cock. The guy was
about my age, neither of them seemed to realise  I was there they were so into
each other, they were both well gone in their  thing  and with my mind
flashing back I remembered how Ned liked me like  that, crouched over his head as he
enjoyed his `garden of Babylon' as he called  it, caressing my hanging balls
as he took in a full mouth of cock, then rimming  my asshole until it was pink
and hot for his deep penetration.
But today  maybe I was out of luck, because this other guy was getting all
his attention,  and I mean attention because Ned had a prick on him like an oak
tree, already  to  give the fuck I knew him for..
Okay it is not that I felt Ned should  stick to only me, we agreed it would
always be a no strings attachment, but it  still came as a shock, especially as
I was all geared up for it, I guess that  was taking him for granted so I was
learning my lesson.
I simply closed the  door quietly and  went home, in the knowledge that at
least I would be  getting it again most every day the following week.
But that didn't solve the  problem for then, I was still hot for it and how!
I had built up so much in  anticipation of feeling Ned's cock that day I was
having a problem to shake off  the flame that burned inside, and I knew a mere
wank would not suffice, I wanted  more, wanted the feel of a good hard stiff
cock up my ass. I could resort to  what I used to getup to before Ned, before
Danny even. When I was just  discovering myself, my feelings and leanings, when
I used to experiment sticking  a screwdriver handle with a bulbous end up me
- and sometimes fixing a broom  handle to make it static whilst I rammed it in
my hole. Wow! To think I did all  those things, it is a wonder I didn't do
myself a mischief thinking about it! I  remember I went through a stage of
dressing up in a girl's suspender belt and  underwear, squeezing my cock and balls
between my legs and pretending my ass  hole was  a girls pussy.
Thinking abo9ut tit I did get some really good  sensations and cumings, but
that was before I discovered what it was like for  real, nothing could ever be
a substitute for real live cock, balls and ass, no  way - and remembering how
I used to suck that screwdriver handle afterwards,  seems so crazy now, but it
was fine at the time and little old me all by myself  used to get up to all
sorts of things, and in front of the mirror too, sometimes  two or three
mirrors, to get different angles of things up me, in my girl's  gear, it was all
part of growing up and adolescence I guess, something I could  never ever do now.
But then of course I have the real thing in Danny and Ned.  Both different
in their approach but equally as thrilling and  exiting.
Let's face it I was a bloody lucky guy, having two great guys to  share with
me. But that didn't solve the dilemma I was in today. Me thinking,  because I
was so horny, that I would return home, take a look around and just  see what
I could find which may solve my present wanting.
I had th9ught about  burying a male vibrator in a sex shop, give it a go,
Danny had one but we never  got around to trying it because all else was
satisfactory, but needs must so I  stopped at the local `private' shop and bought me
one. A girl was the assistant,  she didn't flicker an eyelid. "This one I
hear is particularly good, sir, it 1s  very popular, different speeds to for
maximum effect, it's called twister and if  you buy this one you will get another
free."
But why would I want  too>"
"Well, sir, you see - the other is called shagger, has a different  movement
inside, a subtle difference I think/"
I paused to think about it.  The girl looked ravishing I was thinking, I was
attracted to her, of  only...
"Of course for the same price I could show you something  much  better
upstairs.  Like to see sir, it is coming up my lunch time so I can  close shop for
an hour. It is Sunday so not so busy today, most have  gotten  their supplies
for the weekend and hopefully enjoying."
Wow! She  was inviting me  to something which already was exiting me. I felt
the  prominent throb in my jeans to which she saw too and responded: "I think
I can  please you, Sir, follow me ..."
When we got upstairs she told me she felt sorry  for me, a handsome guy like
me having to resort to sex toys when she could give  me the real thing.
"But I am gay, it's a guy to guy thing, sorry - and it is  just that I am
missing my guys this weekend..
"What's your name?" she asked  with a very alluring expression, a little
confusing when I realised I had this  huge hard on swelling  underneath my jeans
and she was looking!
I told  her.
"Peter, that's a great name, mine's Jason"
"Jason?
"Yes!"
"But  you're e a girl?"
"Am I, you sure of that?", Jason lifted her (His) sexy  skirt and I saw a
bundle, and when the panties came down there was revealed  proof of her, I mean
his masculinity!
For a while I was still confused but it  was of no consequence later when we
got to know each other more, I found out he  was like me, a leaning female,
meaning we both just took cock but didn't give,  and yet, well with Jason that
thought seemed to dwindle as I liked what I saw  very much, when he revealed
himself to me in such a way I could not help but  imagine getting up inside him.
Discovering each other, me just having tasted  his ripe cock, very nice and
suck able cock, tasting so good, he squatted over  my face on the floor, facing
downwards and his legs kneeling each side, I had a  close up of great cock
and hanging balls, one hanging lower than the other, and  great ass too, he
smothered himself in cream, it was strawberry flavoured he  told me, a new flavour
just in and made for great sex. It did! He smothered me,  there I was
enjoying cock, balls and ass like it was a bo9nus, then he bent down  and sucked me
off again, big time, I felt myself building - he said for me to  fuck him then,
give it to him good and hard, I did, he bent over a cushion  across a table
and I grilled it deep up inside his still cream garnished  asshole. It was some
experience, having never ever fucked a guy before, it was  out of this world,
a great feeling as we both came with such fervour.
Now I  know I can give as well as take, but it had to be with the right guy,
someone  like Jason.