Jason

By five o’clock Tuesday afternoon I was exhausted and so was Jason. We both met in the hotel lobby for a drink before heading back up to our room. While enjoying our drinks we filled each other in on the experiences we had had that day. I had been a member of a panel discussion, was really challenged by some members of the audience for what they considered my radical interpretation of some of the poetry of the Romantic poets that I specialized in researching and teaching. Defending my position was a real thrill for me but it turned out to be exhausting. Jason had spent the day as he planned climbing Mount Royal, walking through the Old Port area of the city and finally, checking out the Village. He reported that we had to experience all three together but he had found something special happening Wednesday night in the Village. There was going to be an amateur night at one of the male strip clubs Wednesday evening and he had signed up to take part. He wanted me to be there to see his first public performance.

We went up to our room, got cleaned up, went out to dinner. We had a few drinks with dinner and by the time we got back to the hotel it was quite late. We got into bed and before I knew it, I was sound asleep. I woke early the next morning and snuggled up to Jason, wrapping my arms around him. He woke at that moment and surprised me by saying there would be no sex today. He wanted to have all of his energy and all of the possible hardness he could get for his planned performance at the strip club that evening. We kissed, I got dressed for further sessions of the conference, and Jason lay in bed relaxing.

At the end of the day, when I returned to the room I saw immediately what Jason had been up to all day. He had obviously spent hours in the gym attempting to get every muscle on his magnificent body hard and popped. He looked unbelievable and it took every effort I could muster to keep my hands and mouth off him. We ate a light dinner, walked around the downtown and then headed toward the Gay Village. Instead of going straight to the club where the amateurs would perform, we stopped just short of that place and went up to a different place. This was also a male strip club and Jason said he wanted to see the action there and watch how the men performed. We ordered some drinks and sat at a table just to the right of the stage. All of the tables were really close to the stage so there was very little space between the performers and the audience. The dancers were young, with well-developed bodies, smooth skinned and definitely well-hung. Each dancer performed two sessions; in the first set they danced provocatively but kept their jeans or shorts on. In the second session, they removed everything and danced completely naked, hard cocked and bare assed. These performances—we saw four in total – were super hot and really well done. I am certain every customer in the place was rock hard.

What surprised me was what happened after the sessions. Each of the dancers would leave the stage after his second session and after five or ten minutes, he would come out into the area of the tables and wander from table to table. Each one was dressed the same; low rise jeans often open at the clasp and shirtless. They would sit with customers who would often buy them drinks. Some customers got up with the strippers and went into the back of the club for what I presumed would be personal dances. One of the hottest of the four strippers we had watched approach our table and began talking to us. He had a good body but he was drooling over Jason. He rubbed Jason’s arm and then his leg obviously infatuated with the hardness of his body. He asked Jason if he were a model or if he was an escort that I had hired. Jason laughed, and told the guy he was not a model and that he was here in the club not with someone who had hired him but with his dad. The stripper’s eyes almost popped out of his head at that announcement; it appeared that he could not believe that a father/son couple would frequent a place like that. We laughed and told him we were comfortable with one another and if he wanted a real eyeful, he should come to the amateur night down the street in an hour or so. He said he would be there and would bring a few of his buddies with him if Jason was going to be on the stage.

We left and headed just the few doors down the street to the bar hosting amateur night. Jason informed the doorman that he was there for the amateur night performance. The doorman told me to go into the bar area and take any seat I liked. He then took Jason to the back of the bar and that was the last I saw of him until he came out on the stage later. The bar filled up fairly well with patrons and the entertainment began. The amateur dancers would come on later, it was announced but in the meantime, the regular performers would be entertaining us. There were three dancers who repeated the same kind of performance as we had seen at the other club. The first set ended with the dancer still partly clothed and the second ended with him being completely naked, fondling himself and pretending to enjoy his jacking movements. They were all good dancers. On the side of the club, just above the bar, there was an area that resembled a shower. The water began to run and two naked men came out getting each other wet and pretending to enjoy the feel of the other. This was not good; it was obvious they were not gay men and were uncomfortable touching one another. Or they were gay and pretended that they were straight and not enjoying the touching of one another. Whatever the case, I thought this was meant to be arousing and maybe it was to some but I did not find it so.

Finally, the amateurs were going to have their turn. There were going to be five men that evening and it was announced that they had been given a particular order; they were going to perform based on their size from smallest to biggest, the biggest guy being the last one to perform. As well, each dancer would dance once, not twice like the regular performers had.  I immediately sensed how this was going to go; Jason would be the last performer. That turned out to be true. The first guy was a very slight, effeminate boy who danced well and got a lot of attention from some of the audience but did nothing for me. The second and third were both about 175 pounds with well developed bodies. They both had large uncut cocks, danced well and provocatively but I knew what would soon be coming. Number four, was hot! He was about six feet tall and was obviously into bodybuilding. He must have been thirty years old though and that turned me off. He was a poor dancer too and really just walked around the stage pumping his muscles and posing. The music that was playing had nothing to do with the movement of his body. It was too bad because the guy could have really turned a few heads.

It was finally time for Jason to come on the stage. The previous four dancers had all appeared on the stage in some form of dress, either wearing their jeans or a pair of underwear. Jason, of course, was different and walked out fully naked, proudly displaying his magnificent body and enormous cock. He walked to the center of the stage, held the pole there in his left hand and fondled his cock and balls so that everyone in the room focused on his glory. This boy knew what he was doing to excite a crowd. He pulled himself up on the stripper pole and spun around on it like he had been doing it for years. He came off the pole and danced seductively around the stage completely mesmerizing the audience. He stared into my eyes during part of his performance and I also saw him looking to the opposite side from where I was seated and I noticed him looking directly at the small group of strippers who had come in from the bar we had been at earlier. He fondled his body to the delight of the audience, rubbing his pecs, pinching his nipples, fondling his cock and balls, all the while keeping beat to the music and dancing seductively. The audience was completely silent, in awe of this hot guy who I claimed as mine. I was so turned on by him and by the reaction that he was getting from the crowd. He also must have been excited about it since he began to jerk his cock in front of the audience. He was so involved in his self-pleasure that I think he forgot where he was or he was just so into what he was doing that he lost sight of reality. He began to jerk his cock in earnest! I thought the place would go crazy. Men were shouting at him to shoot, shoot that load, get off baby. He continued, jerking ever harder and harder. Finally, he erupted in a volley of cum shooting up onto his abs and pecs. The crowd howled with joy and excitement. He then took his fingers, gathered up some cum, and put it to his lips. He ran his tongue over his lips, drawing the cum into his mouth. He repeated this action over and over, until he had devoured every bit of cum that he had shot. The audience, by the end of the performance, were standing applauding and shouting in excitement at him. He jumped from the stage, came to my table, got me on my feet and kissed me with the deepest kiss I had ever had. Then he jumped back up onto the stage, bowed to the audience and ran off. The applause continued until he finally came out for a final bow.

Management, he told me later, gave him a real dressing down about his performance. Apparently acts of sex like he had performed were not legally permitted. However, after the dressing down, he was offered a contract with the club which he told them he would have to think about and discuss with his dad who was the man with him in the audience. Management was shocked at that bit of news, and approached me as well, asking for me to please give Jason permission to become one, if not their sole, lead dancer. I told them Jason and I would consider their offer and we would let them know our thoughts soon.

We left the bar and grabbed a taxi back to the hotel. Neither of us spoke on the ride, in the elevator or in the hall walking to our room. I was in the greatest degree of lust I had ever been in my life; all I wanted to do was fuck Jason and fuck him long and hard. I didn’t know what he was thinking until a while after but at that moment, in that hotel room, I was on the edge to the point that even now my mind is confused about what I was feeling and wanting. I believe I actually came very close to violence in my treatment of Jason. I know I ripped some of his clothes getting them off him and I knew the next morning that there were bruises on his body that had not been there before. I was simply out of control, a state I had never been in before. Even though Jason is bigger and stronger than me, I took control with a force I did not know I had. I got him on  his back, naked on the bed, climbed on him missionary style and pushed my hard cock into his ass without any regard for his pain or feeling. I fucked him hard and rough. There was no tender kissing, no foreplay, no gentle touching or romantic words spoken. Just pure raw sex like an animal in heat. And that is what I had become, an animal without control. I came inside him with an intensity beyond belief, fell back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke in the middle of the night with a warm feeling, a feeling so soft and tender I could not place it until I felt the soft touch of Jason fondling my balls. He was caressing them like they were some precious object. His one hand continued that soft caressing while his other began a delicate massage of the head of my cock. He continually circled the head with his thumb and index finger, softly moving around the rim. Precum came out of my cock and that made the motions even softer but more effective. Jason continued in that action for what seemed like forever. I knew that I was going to cum very soon and whispered that to him. He said nothing but the moment that my body tensed, he lowered his head onto my cock and took every spurt of cum into his mouth. He sidled up the bed and planted a warm and tender kiss on my mouth. I opened to him and we exchanged those love juices. We lay back on the bed with the warm afterglow of having experienced that moment, that moment of the most tender and caring sex.

Within a few short hours I had brutalized him and he had made tender love to me. I began to apologize but he put his hand over my mouth. It was then that he told me that what we had done earlier in the night was the greatest sexual experience he had ever had. After leaving the strip club he said he had been on a high but didn’t want to talk about it or say anything about it. He just wanted some raw sex and that is what I had given him. He was certain that I had the ability to understand his needs at that moment and gave him exactly what he wanted and needed. I told him that he had aroused me so much that I had no consideration for him at all and was only tending to my violent animalistic needs. I thanked him for his tender response following my violence and he laughed and kissed me. He told me that he thought we were becoming the greatest of lovers and that he couldn’t wait to get back home. That comment played through my mind because again he had said something that made me think twice about what was going on. Back home meant returning to my home and Michael, my real son and Jason’s fuck buddy. Did he mean he couldn’t wait to get back to Michael or did he mean something else?