Date: Sun, 5 Mar 2017 17:58:38 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacob and Jason - chapter 1 - Previous months.

Jacob and Jason -- Chapter 1 -- PREVIOUS MONTHS.

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Redemption and personal evolution can be seen in the most miserable
conditions, together with love and friendship, liberty, beauty and
happiness. Read my first novel, Luces de la Tierra, in:
www.luces-delatierra.blogspot.com.es or in English Lights of the Earth in:
www.lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com.es

Jason was coming!

I talked to him on the phone when I was in my atelier, working with cats,
giving them a second life. I am Jacob Ashler, forty-two years old and
worked on my own as a taxidermist. I am one of the dirtiest men in town, I
hardly have any showers, no more than once a month, and my house is really
dirty, smelling of sweat everywhere and hardly ever swept and mopped. I
liked living like this, in a sewer and I was startled when I knew Jason
wanted to come and live with me.

I had divorced Selma, his mother, ten years ago and she already had a new
lover: Sean. He was Jason's stepfather. I had to leave her when I
discovered I liked boys more than girls. I suppose I still like both but in
the past few years, I had only had sex with boys, scarcely because few men
wanted to have sex with such a dirty man as me.

But Jason now told me he could no longer stand his stepfather. He never
abused Selma and he was never angry at Jason either, but their characters
were unbridgeable and Jason wanted to come and live with me, maybe working
with me in the atelier too. I had often visited him, especially on his
birthdays, often as dirty as I am right now. But I had to clean everything
and wash myself previously. So, as I was my own boss, I took a free day and
first had a long and thorough shower, and then decided to clean the house
in no hurry. I opened all the windows and the balcony to ventilate the
house and even bought some air fresheners. I swept and mopped all the
rooms, especially that which would be his room. After hours of hard work it
was difficult for me to recognize the house or even myself, but I
understood I must have a different way of life for the time my only son was
living with me.

He had told me he would arrive at about half past eight at the station, if
the train had no delay and he would come home at about nine. It was ten
past nine when I heard the bell and stood up to open the door. Then I saw
him.

Jason! I could not believe it was him. I had not seen him for two years,
though I had often phoned him and now I met a real Apollo. How he had
changed. He had grown to be slender, had the sexiest body I had seen for a
long time and his beautiful blonde hair was dirty. He was so cute at 22! I
was not aware but I had gone hard when I met him, noticing one more thing
about him. But he kissed my cheek very close to my lips and I returned the
kiss with affection. After the warm hellos I invited him to sit on the
couch and tell me about him.

As he was telling me about his stepfather and the reasons why he now wanted
to live with me, I was surveying him as an expert in boys and curiously
imagining I met that sexy boy in a gay bar and having sex with him. But the
most remarkable thing about him is how he stank. I was wondering how long
he had been unwashed. His reeking smell was a drug for me then. The house
had been cleaned, I had washed myself. Before he came I was sad there was
no smell now in a house, my private sewer, which had been frequently
dirty. But there he was, having just the smell I liked and I had lost. I
thought he would go and have a shower soon but he didn't. It was not
correct, but I had a boner all the time with him.

But he was a nice young man and his points of view about everything made me
proud of him. I wondered whether he had a good sexual life and was sure he
could have the girls he liked most. He stood up to brush his teeth, he told
me, but he never told me he would have a shower. He had a boner too and of
course I said nothing. Erections are usual in young men and I would never
reproach him. He came back and we ate something. I had prepared dinner for
him. As we were eating I could see he still had a boner and noticed he
could see my hard on too, but he said nothing. What a nice young man he
was, I thought. It would be heaven to live with Jason now. Of course I
assured him he would work with me and I would be teaching him. He did not
want to be his father's parasite now. I understood and smiled. Then he
hugged me warmly and his skin so close to mine with his wonderful smell
made me hard as never before. He was drowsy and said he was gonna sleep
now. I showed him the room that would be his now, large and with a big
balcony.

Then, when I was alone at last, I went to my room and took my clothes
off. I had always slept buck naked. But I noticed that my erection wouldn't
quit. I knew perfectly well I should not wank over Jason but I couldn't
help it. I took my hand to my dick and started beating my meat with his
image in my mind. I knew it was not correct and did not allow myself to
imagine having sex with him. That first incestuous masturbation was only
trying to picture him unwashed and with no clothes on. I imagined what his
naked body would look like. And it would look even hotter in that sweaty
smell. The fact is I was in heaven as I was jacking off but I had to cum
soon and reality struck me later. I had wanked over Jason. I felt awful but
calmed down a bit when I was sure I would never molest him and he would
know nothing. But I had to do it so as not to burn and do something
inconvenient. Finally I managed to sleep a bit and got up at half past five
because he had told me he would get up at six and would run for two hours,
something he used to do every day.

Even though I still felt bad for having wanked over him last night, I could
not help but have a new boner when I saw him coming, with his wonderful man
scent and kissing me good morning. It was always in my cheeks, but so close
to my lips that I even imagined him one day kissing my mouth. Of course
that was never to be. At last he went out to run for a couple of hours and
I would wait for him in our atelier. I thought he could have some time,
unfortunately, to have a shower prior to coming to the atelier.

There I was and soon I noticed I hadn't remembered to clean it and it smelt
strongly of my sweat. Jason came at nine, sweating as a pig, his wonderful
dirty smell all over him. He never said anything about the smell of the
atelier or his own smell. I had to train him to become a good taxidermist
and he was smart and learnt quickly. He was ready to become my apprentice
first. We went up later to our home and again no hint that he was gonna
have a shower. Of course I was not gonna reproach him for the way he
smelled.

I was so horny that in my second incestuous masturbation, I had to go a bit
further. I knew I would feel awful later but I couldn't help it. I did
imagine myself having sex with him, but I was pleasing him with my tongue,
running down every spot of his sweaty body, and finally I imagined him
driving his cock in my ass and I was moaning as he did. I wasn't even aware
that imagining him fucking his father had made me cum, but I saw my hand
covered in my own cum. Well, now there would come the time to feel bad at
myself but I thought I could go on wanking over him as far as I saw myself
pleasing him and he did not blow me or I would not fuck him.

As days passed I still saw that he was better in the job than I could have
guessed. I also noticed he had no intention to have a shower soon. He ran
every day and came home with a stronger smell. I took the decision not to
wash either as far as he didn't. If I did wash it would seem I was
reproaching him, so I did not have any shower either and soon was smelly
again. I was really wondering when he would like to wash himself, but days
were passing and it never happened. So everything turned out for both of
us. He was free and I would let him have any liberty. You wanna live
unwashed? You can. Whatever you want. It soon became obvious we never
broached any subject but we lived the way we wanted to live. He had boners
all day and I was burning. I had to even imagine myself in my night
masturbations fucking him, etc. Everything would be ok as far as I never
made any advance and it was only imagination. But for the first time in my
life I was living with the man I had always wanted to live, someone cute,
sexy, intelligent and unwashed.

When he had been living with me for two weeks, he told me one night that he
was gonna throw the waste, but he was holding the garbage bag awkwardly and
it was leaking, filling the floor with a foul-smelling track. He said he
would clean it later, but he never did. So now the kitchen smelled of
trash. That's how our house began to be a sewer again. I said to myself
that I would not clean it unless the smell was annoying for him. But
neither of us did. He did not wash and seemed to enjoy living in a sewer
like his father. After two weeks I swept the kitchen floor but was careful
to fill the floor with some new trash. I never heard him complain.

A month later, we were both still unwashed and one day he was not at home,
I went to his bedroom to search for something and I was really impressed at
what I saw. He had filled the walls of his bedroom with posters of naked
boys. I counted them. They were 53. I felt the temptation of jacking off
there but I didn't. So Jason was gay! My eyes were fixed on them
nevertheless. But soon I saw the two things that amazed me. They were all
men of about forty, like I was and all of them very similar to me. And not
only that. They were clearly sweating, all of them. I had the crazy idea
that Jason could feel sexually attracted to his father, but soon I
dismissed this notion. So you want to live with a lot of posters of naked
boys in your room? Of course I would not say anything about it either. When
he finally got home, he made me go to his bedroom with any excuse. It was
obvious he wanted me to see the posters. But I returned to the living room
with him and said nothing. We never talked about these things but probably
he had found out that his father was not going to object.

And soon I saw that Jason was freer than I thought and seemed to be forcing
things little by little and waiting for his father's reaction. After a
month I saw he had the habit of spitting anywhere in the house. We were
dining and he often spat on the floor. I said nothing and the floors were
never mopped. He liked spitting everywhere and soon I saw he also spat on
the windows facing the street.

But that was not all. He had a sore throat and I gave him a free week. When
I came back home one day I went to the bathroom to take a dump and I was
surprised at the strong smell of shit that I could perceive. The toilet had
no shit. I went to where the stench was and I could not believe it. I
opened the shower curtains and I saw he had shat on the bathtub! I had to
jack off seeing that image of Jason's crap and smelling it. I came on the
toilet and then I finally took a dump and as I was doing, I thought two
things. Jason seemed to be as pig as me or even more. And shitting on the
bathtub had, apparently, a second meaning. Neither of us could have a
shower unless we cleaned the bathtub first, which we didn't do. But after
three days the smell was so strong that I thought it would be unhealthy and
I decided to take the shit away but I replenished the bathtub with some new
shit, my own.

But Jason would not have enough with that. Two days after I had changed his
shit in the bathtub with mine, I saw one day that he had even dared shit on
my bedroom floor. That would be too much for any other parent, but of
course I never told him anything. If you want our house to be a real sewer
I will not object either. Live the way you want to live, Jason. You are
really courageous. I had to wank every night with the smell of his shit on
my bedroom and of course after three days I changed it too with my shit.

So he could see I would never reproach him anything, I had a crazy idea in
one of my usual incestuous wanking and I puked on his bedroom floor one day
when he had gone running as usual. When he came home he never told me
anything about it either and my puke stayed on his bedroom for a week. But
I could see every day, or so it seemed to me, that the amount of puke
diminished and I could not help but think that he must be eating it. After
a week I saw a different vomit on the floor. He must be doing what his
father did. He cleaned the floor but left a new heap of puke on it. I
wondered what had happened to the first amount of puke and had the strange
thought that he might even have eaten it.

So we lived the first three months. Neither of us ever washed. He was
helping me to return the house to its former state of a real sewer. He was
free. Everything had happened between us saying nothing. Everything but
sex.

But we reached August 30, his birthday. I had bought a bike as a present
for him, but that day he would have a new unexpected present. He had been
living with me for two months and a half for I remembered perfectly he had
arrived on May 14. I was having breakfast in the living room when I heard
his bedroom door open and next, I couldn't believe it. Jason had come from
his bedroom buck naked and with a huge boner! It was hard for me to admit I
was seeing that hot man's nudity. I went hard at once and I thought I would
have masturbatory images for life at what I was seeing. He had a perfect
body and a huge sexy dick. I desired he walked a few more steps and I could
see his ass too. He was talking to me-

-I'm sorry, Dad, but the need to piss was so urgent that I thought I would
have no time to put my clothes on first.

I was not gonna reproach him either, and horny as I was I simply told him.

-Come on, Jason, run to the bathroom, lest you piss on your body.

He ran to the bathroom then and I could finally glimpse his sexy ass. I
knew I would have a perfect masturbatory image to wank over for life. I
remained in the living room, having my coffee and hard as a rock, waiting
for him to come out of the bathroom so I could enjoy again the vision of my
son's perfect naked body.