Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 05:39:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Pendragon <pendragon03301@yahoo.com>
Subject: Waiting for Jason 6

Marty and Jason stopped cuddling long enough to make their way to the
bubbling hot tub, inviting me to join them. The foaming, swirling water
felt great on my lower body after the strenuous exercise in the woods.

We leaned back and let the heat soak in, casually rubbing our legs and
feet together below the surface. Marty reached over and gave my soft,
flopping cock a gentle squeeze and leaned in to whisper, "Isn't he
something?"

"Oh, yeah," I moaned. "Damn, you are one lucky guy." I turned and winked
at him, grinning like a kid, and gave his knee a squeeze.

"He thinks you're pretty hot, too," Marty said, pumping slowly on my
growing cock. "So do I."

I turned and gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks and then leaned back in
the tub, resting my head along the outside rim as Marty continued to
fondle my cock. Soon Jason's foot joined Marty's hand in my crotch. The
heat was becoming too much. These guys had incredible stamina and I
wasn't sure I was up for the challenge.

I grabbed Marty's hand under the water and stopped his pumping motion on
my still half-hard cock. "Take it easy, Marty," I said. "I need a little
more time to recharge than you younger guys."

I held his big hard on in my hand and said, "See? You're ready to go
again and I can barely get it up. It's one of the disappointments of
middle age," I smirked.

Jason stood up and stretched. "Anyone want a beer?" he asked. I didn't
answer right away because his beauty transfixed me. It was the first time
I'd had a chance to scrutinize him. He was, by all measures, one of the
most beautiful people I had ever seen. His body was thin but strong, his
face was handsome without being pretty, and his cock was scrumptious, a
perfect five inches soft, uncut, with a delightful mound of jet-black
pubic hair and a pair of big, low-hanging balls.

His cock flopped around as he stepped out of the tub. "Well, you want
something?" he asked.

"No beer, thanks, but I'll take a Coke," I said. "The Real Thing, none of
that Pepsi shit."

He laughed, "A purist, huh?" and sauntered away into the house. I
watched every movement of his body, especially his fine bubble butt, as
he walked away.

I sighed and Marty sighed with me. "Isn't he beautiful?" Marty said. "I
could look at him all day and night and never, ever get tired of him."
Jerry was right; this boy was smitten right through the heart.

"Where did you find him?" I asked. "And what happens next?"

Marty explained they first met that day long ago in the meadow. Jason had
explained he was a college senior and had just completed a special study
in microbiology. He was home midway in the summer for a quick break
before heading out to a special assignment in the Caribbean before
heading back to school in the fall.

The short month he was home was paradise, especially because his folks
were away for an extended at the family's summer home in northern
Michigan. Jason chose to stay home for the month, feeling he needed to
relax and be on his own before diving back into his studies, literally.

"I don't know where this is going," Marty confessed. "But I sure like the
trip so far," he said, his twinkling eyes adding emphasis to his
heart-felt words. "I have never, ever been in love like this before," he
sighed. "I'm so out of his league but he accepts me like an equal."

I found this an oddly insightful comment since, as far as I knew, Marty
and Jason had only met twice, including today.

"But he leaves next week and I don't know when I'll see him again," Marty
sighed. "It just kills me, but I've got to enjoy every moment while I
can."

Jason came back out with a tray of drinks and snacks, parked his
beautiful backside on the edge of the hot tub and took a long drink from
his beer.

Wiping the foam from his upper lip, he looked down as us lounging in the
tub and dreamily wriggled his toes over our soft cocks. "You guys are so
sexy," he said quietly. "Sure wish I could stay longer."

We talked for the next hour about life, futures, education, careers,
choices, sex, and the difficulties of being gay in a world filled with
hate.

The sun finally set and a full moon rose near the treetops as we sat,
talked, ate, and got in and out of the hot tub. The air was cooling off
and the tub seemed more and more inviting as darkness fell and the
crickets started their nightly chorus.

My back was a little stiff and I was getting drowsy. It was nearly time
to head home. Suddenly I realized that we had maybe a half hour before
the park closed. If we didn't have parking tickets already, we would
have them soon or, worse yet, they'd tow our cars away.

I turned to Marty, "Hey sport, think we better go get our cars before we
lose them."

"Damn, I guess!" he said, shooting upright in the pool. "I get many more
tickets and they'll clamp so many boots on my tires I'll never be able to
buy off."

He stood and grabbed a large, fluffy white towel Jason had brought out
for each of us, along with our clothes that he had tossed in the dryer. I
grabbed my towel and reached for my pants. But Jason's hand stopped me
and he drew me toward him into a warm hug. His lips found mine and we
kissed gently and then with some urgency as our bodies melted into each
other.

Marty slid in next to us and we embraced in a three-way hug, enjoying the
soft warmth in the cooler night. We kissed and fondled and rubbed each
other to hardness. Marty sank to his knees and inhaled my cock and then
Jason's. Enough time had passed; I rose to the occasion and was ready to
go one more time.

Marty switched back and forth between me and Jason, lapping at our balls,
sucking our dicks, tracing his fingers up and down our cracks in a dreamy
sort of way while Jason and I kissed as I've never kissed before.

Jason's hand slid down my back and caressed my rump. His fingers
eventually found my crack and he played with my hole. I'm almost always a
top, and my hole was still sore form Marty's invasion earlier that day,
but Jason's fingers felt so good. I spread my legs slightly and offered
my ass to Jason.

Taking his cue, Marty put his head between my knees and began slurping
behind my balls and licking my balls, providing lubrication for Jason's
talented fingers. I groaned and pushed my ass back into Jason's hand.
"I'll try," I said and we moved to a comfortable lounge chair by the
pool.

Jason lifted my legs up onto his shoulders while Marty moved in to lick
and suck on my hole, sliding a finger in and out to get me ready. I was
tight and not yet ready for Jason's tool.

I grabbed Jason's slippery cock and pumped it lazily as Marty loosened
me, observing the clear drops of precum oozing from Jason's piss hole.
His cock pulsed in my hand and I knew I wanted him before I left.

"Now," I said. "Marty, help him get in me, then let me suck you, too."

Jason positioned himself at my ass and I could feel his hand and Marty's
hand guiding his solid cock to my hole. He touched, just barely, and I
tensed up. "Easy, easy," he crooned. "Push out like you're trying to
shit. It will hurt less." I'd given that advice many times but it was
different on the receiving end. I held my breath, pushed, and felt his
head slip inside. He held perfectly still as my hole went into a series
of spasms that tried but failed to push him out. It hurt like hell but I
wanted this.

I calmed down and he pushed a little in, while Marty hovered above,
drooling spit along Jason's shaft as he glided into my stretched hole.
He was almost all the way in; I felt very full but very good. I looked up
and Jason had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and his entire body
was lit by the moonlight. I suddenly felt so relaxed and he pushed all
the way into me, his smooth, straight cock stretching my guts and bumping
against my prostate nut. Although I had gone totally soft I was suddenly
as hard as a rock.

Marty slipped his puffy lips onto my cock and sucked me in to the root. I
almost shot my load so I gently pulled him up and whispered, "Let me do
you instead." Marty positioned himself over me ^Ö facing me and spreading
his legs on either side of the chair -- so I had access to his cock and
ass, which I grabbed with both hands, guiding him into my mouth as Jason
started a gentle rocking motion that had me swooning. I sucked greedily
at Marty's crotch, tonguing, lapping, and sucking everything in sight. I
was in total sensual overload and loved every motion, sensation, aroma,
taste and sound.

I could feel Jason getting harder and his pushing was getting slightly
faster and more forceful. My cock was still hard but Jason's prick was
massaging my prostate with every movement so that my stomach was coated
with the clear, sticky fluid poring form my piss slit. Meanwhile, Marty
was getting harder and harder as I licked his hole and jacked his cock.

"I don't know if this is gonna work, but I'd like to try," Marty
announced as he slid his body along my torso and backed his body along my
stomach, trying to impale himself on my cock. His position - legs spread
on either side of the lounge chair, knees bent to be low enough, arms
pushing up on the arm rest - made him look like some absurd insect. But I
was distracted only for a moment as I realized that Jason was guiding my
pulsing cock into Marty's hole as he pushed backwards.

My eyes rolled back into my head as he sank all the way down. I was
crushed between two of the hottest bodies ever made on this earth but I
was willing to die right then as these two guys made love to me and to
each other. As Jason pushed forward he pushed Marty forward too, so that
Jason's cock filled me as Marty slid off. We established a rocking motion
that kept the feelings strong but not enough to end it. That would
happen soon enough.

Marty moaned in my mouth as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his
sliding form and grabbed hold of his cheeks as we undulated together. My
fingers found his hole and I could feel my slimy cock going in and out of
Marty as Jason continued his extraordinary penetration of my hole.
Feeling my own cock in Marty made me suddenly hard and ready to blow.

"Oh, god!" I gasped, and the signal wasn't lost on Jason or Marty. They
picked up speed and rammed home, sometimes losing their synchronization
enough so that Marty came crashing down on my cock as Jason plunged
forward. It was too much!

"Ohhhh," I wheezed as my cum gathered in my banged prostate and tried to
erupt from my tightly squeezed tube. "I can't get the cum out," I sobbed
as I felt Jason push hard into me and begin pulsing into my ravaged hole.
His dick expanded and that was enough to push my cum out and into Marty's
ass. With two mighty spurts I emptied my now very empty balls as Marty
unleashed his cum all over my face, chest, and stomach. His pulsing ass
finished pumping the cum from my quickly softening cock and I popped out
as Jason pulled out of me, still ramrod stiff.

We collapsed on top of each other in a sweaty, cum-covered, gasping pile
of spent manhood. My ass dribbled Jason's cum and Marty oozed his mess
onto my pubes. We traded a few sloppy kisses and paused to catch our
breath.

Jason slid off of Marty and Marty slid off of me - much to my relief, I
was having a hard time breathing under all of that weight. The air was
permeated with the smells of fresh cum, invaded ass, and manly sweat. We
lay there for a few minutes as reality returned.

"Jump in, let's get cleaned up," Jason said, as he flopped into the pool.
Marty took a hop and dove in next to Jason, surfacing with a sputter of
spray. I tried, failed, and then tried again to get off of the lounge
chair. I had no strength in my limbs and I feared my guts would splatter
out of my asshole if I stood too fast.

Jason and Marty jumped out of the pool and lifted me from the chair,
making wisecracks about having to help out old men and wondering if I was
ready for the geriatric unit. They tossed me in without ceremony and
jumped in beside me, buoying me up and cradling me as they washed the
slime from my body, trading kisses over me as I watched.

Damn! Were they hard again? Already? I twisted out of their arms and my
feet felt the bottom of the pool. I walked to the steps and slowly
strolled over to my towel where I dried myself off as the youthful otters
continued to play.

"Um, Marty?" I asked. "Don't you think we'd better rescue our cars?"

"Shit!" he said. "We gotta go right now or my ass is grass."

I pulled on my pants and Marty pulled on his as Jason ran into the house
to get some car keys. We'd never make it back through the woods at this
hour. We heard the garage door go up and Jason started the Volvo wagon. I
hopped in back and Marty took the front seat. I noticed Jason was still
naked.

"Aren't you worried about being stopped," I asked.

"Nope. I have my license in the glove box and a towel under me. I can
always cover myself if necessary," he quipped, leaning over the seat and
looking over my shoulder as he backed out of the driveway. The streets
were dark and silent, only a few lights showed in the windows of the
houses spread out along the road. Nice neighborhood. If they only knew
what went on in the backyard.

It took only a few moments to thread our way through the park and up the
hill to the cars. We didn't have tickets, yet, but there was a chalk mark
on the left front tire and the pavement alongside of each car. The cops
had been here once and they would be back, but not for a couple of hours,
depending on what was going down in the city.

Marty and I hopped out of the car. I asked if he had remembered his
wallet and he patted around his pants pockets saying "Oh, shit. Oh,
shit." Jason and I smiled at each other in the moonlight. "I must have
left it at your house, Jase," Marty said. "I'll follow you back."

Jason opened his door and stood there stark naked, walked over and gave
me a long hug and kissed me. "Hey, thanks," he whispered. "You made my
day."

I wasn't about to get boned again, and I sure didn't want the cops to
come around the corner seeing me holding a naked guy in the park. I
pushed him back, resting my hands on his solid pecs and smiled. "I'll
sleep well tonight," I said and turned to go. But I turned back and
grabbed Jason's cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Be good to Marty," I
said. "He'll be good to you." I gave his cock a gentle tug and then
patted Jason on the rump as I walked to my car.

Marty cranked over his old wreck and rolled down the window as I pulled
away. I lost sight of them as I rounded the corner, Jason's moonlit body
leaning over Marty's car as they chatted.

I was out of town on business the following week and didn't meet up with
any of the group for a while. I saw some of the guys here and there but
we seemed to have stopped gathering. It was now late summer and we all
knew the glory days of the year were fading fast.

Mark and Bear hunted me down in the woods one afternoon as I sat and
smoked and daydreamed about happier days. Somehow, there didn't seem to
be as much life in the world. I didn't know how right I was.

Mark broke the bad news: Jason had drowned in a diving accident a few
weeks after he left here. Marty was inconsolable, had gone on a drunken
binge, and had gone home to the hills to think about his future. We hoped
he wouldn't take his own life in the process.

"I've never seen a boy so smitten with another boy," Mark drawled. "I
thought I was bad," he laughed. "But with Marty and Jason, it was
different, it was something special to see," he said in awe. Bear snuffed
around at my feet and chewed on a stick, crushing it in his powerful
jaws.

"Anyway," Mark said, "It's a story you ought to write down someday. You
need to do it. For Marty. And for Jason."

I looked at him sideways and said, "Nobody would ever believe it," I
shook my head. "It was too good to be true and too sad to ever tell." I
looked Mark in the eyes and saw the infinite sadness there. It matched my
own sense of loss. Tears welled in my eyes and a sob escaped my crushed
chest. I gasped for breath, struggling to control my emotions, before
grief overwhelmed me and I let it all go. My tears fell in torrents,
reminding me of the storm that forced me into the woods that fateful day.
Then Mark broke down in huge, shaking sobs. I'd never seen Mark cry,
either, and his howls of grief echoed along the trail with mine. Our
grief raged in the hills and ravines and through the woods. Bear,
startled by this usual sight, curled himself in Mark's lap and looked up
with the saddest eyes I've ever seen.

We finally stopped and dried our tears. Lighting a cigarette, I leaned
back and told Mark every detail about that day of the rainstorm. We
talked until the sun set and the bugs got too annoying to ignore. Mark
and I hugged on the trail and walked our separate ways. I had never felt
emptier in my life.

A few months later I took another job out of state. I never saw Marty
again. I look back on that time as something that was mysterious and
magic and never to be seen again in this world. I hope I'm wrong. Maybe
someone else is waiting for Jason out there.

End

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