Jason

After leaving our disappointing time spent in the bath house of the Gay Village of Montreal, we had a nice dinner, some drinks, and then headed back to the hotel to enjoy our last night together before we had to head back the next morning for our home of London, Ontario. We got to the hotel room and started by having a shower, an almost symbolic cleansing of the bad experience of the afternoon. We entered the shower together and immediately began soaping up each other’s body. Jason soaped every part of my body giving special attention to my cock, balls and asshole. I followed his lead and did the same to him. We kissed deeply and massaged each other’s bodies, the soap helping our hands glide with ease over one another. Jason reached around my neck with his arms, clasped his hands behind my neck and brought me in for a long tongue filled kiss. I held on to his ass cheeks, fondling them, finding his hole and pushing my index finger inside it. Jason moaned and called me daddy once again. We were in our world, not that of strangers, and in our element as lovers. That is what we had become in these few short days; we were lovers, not just two guys getting off.

Getting out of the shower, I took a bottle of the lotion supplied by the hotel and began to rub it all over Jason’s body from his neck down to his feet, both back and front. He took another bottle of the same lotion and did the same to me. We looked into each other’s eyes, and without speaking, knew that this night was going to be special so we were going to take our time and enjoy every moment to the fullest degree possible. The lotion made our skin soft to the touch but the muscles underneath still felt hard. It reminded me of that feeling around the cock with the soft skin on the outside and hard shaft of the interior; that soft/hard combination was always something hot for me, especially when I jacked off. Now though I was in this bathroom with Jason, softening our outer skin, the skin over our hard muscles, and getting ready for a night of passion.

I took Jason by the hand and led him to the bedroom. I told him that I wanted this to be a night to remember and he said he wanted the same thing. I sat on the bed and Jason stood in front of me. I began feeling the muscles of his arms, then his pes. I asked him to bounce his pecs for me as I felt them and he did that first flexing the right pec and then the left and then both at the same time. I told him my dream fantasy involved me worshipping a hard muscled bodybuilder at which he laughed and said that it was also a fantasy of his but he wanted to be the one worshipped. He told me he had never had the nerve to ask, even his best buddy, my son Michael, to worship his muscles because he believed he would sound like a raving narcissist. With me, he had no worries because he knew I would not judge him negatively. That revelation only encouraged me to want to feel his body more. I wanted to fulfill my fantasy and his at the same time.

I went to the bathroom and got another bottle of the body lotion. I poured a generous amount into my hands and started my exploration at Jason’s shoulders. As I massaged his shoulders, he raised his arms and pumped up his bicep muscles. My attention immediately went to those hard mounds that defined the area between his elbows and shoulders. Large veins ran down the side of each of these mounds and led my eyes to his lower arms and hands. I caressed his lower arms but find the hands even more exciting for some reason. I took each of his hands in mine and rubbed the palms, the fingers and thumbs and then turned them over and rubbed the backs of his hands. I became fascinated by the backs of his hands with the clearly defined veins running through them, so much so, that I leaned over and began licking them. Jason then turned his hands over and I continued kissing and licking the inside palms of his hands. He lowered his voice to tell me  where he wanted those hands to go later. My cock got harder at that comment but just the feeling of his body was really turning me on. I returned to his pecs which he enjoyed bouncing for me. The feeling of the bouncing of his pecs felt so hot. There were hard and stood out from the rest of his body but my hands feeling their hardness move up and down sent a reaction directly to my cock that was getting ready to explode. I lowered my hands to his abs and then his legs. Hardness followed hardness. I had to stop or I was going to blow my load. I stood up and put my arms around Jason and kissed him.

I thanked him for allowing me that exploration but told him I just couldn’t go any longer without losing it. That now familiar laugh of Jason’s broke the tension. He said the body worship could continue whenever I wanted, anytime in the future. I tried to ask want kind of future he envisioned. He leaned into a kiss with his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and that action stopped my questioning. I then felt his hands feeling my pecs and abs. Once again, he pulled on the chest hair to the point of pain. I moaned and he began sucking my nipples. My weak point for sure was being attacked with enthusiasm; he seemed determined to suck them to the point of hurting me. He sucked for so long and so hard that I did begin to feel discomfort. I asked him to stop and he told me to go with it and dig into the pain. I felt his hands begin to squeeze hard on my balls so now I was feeling pain both on my nipples and on my balls. I tried hard  to do what he wanted and go with the pain. He took his hands off my balls and removed his mouth from my nipple; I begged him for more and he told me I had passed the test and road out the pain. If I wanted more of the same it was clear to him that I enjoyed feeling some pain.

Jason asked me to climb into the bed and lay on my back. He then got on top of me, pressing his hard body into mine, his hard cock on my cock, his tongue in my mouth. Jason asked if I wanted his cock in my ass, if I wanted to be fucked, if I wanted to be hurt? I said yes immediately to all three questions. I wanted his big hard dick inside me, I wanted to be fucked and I really wanted to be hurt by him. I responded without thought, only with the animal instincts that were in me and acting out at that moment. Jason put his cock head at the entrance to my hole and pushed; he pushed hard and fast and it did hurt, it hurt like hell. I cried out. He froze for a moment but only a moment. He was determined to fuck and hurt me. He began rocking back and forth, pushing his cock ever further into my hole. I moaned with the pain and pleasure if was being given. The boy was fight; that combination of pain and pleasure was taking me to heights never before felt. His pumping into me soon took me to orgasm and my cock shot a load that flew out of my cock, volley after volley landing on my abs and chest. Jason then exploded in my hole. I felt the volleys of his cum in my hole and begged him to feed them to me. He dove down to my hole and began sucking my cum from my ass. Once he had his mouth full, he fed with this cum, cum that tasted like heaving to me. It came from my boy lover who I kissed and sucked on his tongue.

We lay side by side on the bed, arms around one another after that and for some reason I can’t explain, I turned to him, looked him in the eye and said, “Thanks son”. That was the first time I had  ever used that term with Jason and I saw tears in his eyes after I had said it. He kissed me tenderly and said that was the best thing he had ever heard.

We slept soundly that night, got up in the morning, packed our bags, checked out of the hotel, picked up the car and headed out of Montreal. For the longest time neither of us spoke; I assumed he didn’t know what to say. I sure didn’t. We were half way home when he asked me to stop for coffee; I agreed and went into the next highway service center, had a coffee and something to eat. Back in the car Jason asked where our relationship was going. I had no idea. I knew what I wanted and told him that. I wanted us to continue being lovers. He laughed again and said that of course was going to happen. I asked about his relationship with my son, Michael and that is when the real bombshell hit me. Jason said, “There are plans in place to deal with that”.

What? What plans? How was Michael involved? What was he saying? Who had made plans? What was the deal?