Jason Slade

The next time I saw Jason Slade, he was standing at my door with an order of Chinese takeout.  I had just finished showering for a second time since we had returned from the tournament.  I wanted to make sure that every part of me was clean.  I stood there in a towel; I was running a few minutes behind with my plan, and he was early.

He didn’t say anything; he just stepped into the room with a large paper bag that was stapled at the top. He took the door from me and closed it, locking it behind him. “You are so absolutely fucking sexy.”

I felt my face turn red.

He put his hand out to touch my chest. “Do you manscape? You’re so smooth.”

“No, I couldn’t grow a hair if I used Miracle-Gro. Let me put on some clothes.”

“Don’t put on any underwear. I’m not wearing any.” He said it with confidence, but he blushed after saying it. “Shit,” he added, “I’m turning red like a fucking teenager.”

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Nineteen.”

I grabbed a pair of swimming trunks. “You are a teenager.”

“Yeah?” he laughed. “Well, fuck you then.”

“Turn on the TV, Mr. Maturity.” I slipped into the bathroom and pulled the trunks on.

I heard the TV snap on and Jason said, “My sister loves this movie.”

I came out to see Jason watching Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney. “What movie is it?”

“It’s ‘Strike Up the Band’, I think.” He chuckled. “We used to sing this song together.” He started to sing to me. “Our love affair was meant to be; it’s me for you dear, and you for me. We'll fuss, we'll quarrel and tears start to brew. But after the tears, our love will smile through.” He grabbed me and swung me to his other side before planting a kiss on my cheek.

I began to laugh. Jason turned and looked at me. The light from the window reflected in his green eyes, and I held him and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me, and his palms positioned just below my shoulder blades. I reached up and spread my fingers in his hair. It was soft and sensual.

Parting my lips to breathe, I felt Jason’s tongue caress the edge of my lower lip. “Take your shirt off for me,” I tugged at the bottom of his polo.

Jason stepped back and pulled his shirt off. His hairy pecs beckoned me to touch them. I ran my fingers across his left chest muscle and rubbed my index finger on his nipple. As the song from the movie ended, he pulled me close again and kissed my neck just below my ear. I felt the blood rush to my groin and into my penis. My crotch was against his thigh, and I know he felt it.

“Let’s slow down a little,” he took several slow deliberate breaths.

“OK,” I agreed. This was my first time, and I wanted it to last.

Jason turned off the television and drew me to the edge of my bed. We sat so tightly together you wouldn’t have been able to slip a piece of paper between our thighs.  His hand was on my waist. “You know, I’m as nervous now as I was for my first time. Only this time, I’m not drinking to calm myself.”

“How old were you?”

“Sixteen. I know. That’s too young. He brought the beer and whiskey.”

“Who was he?”

“Just a friend of my brother’s. He and several of my brother’s friends were over playing video games. My parents were gone, and he came up to my room. The alcohol had made him more talkative.”

I saw Jason look down toward the floor as he thought back.

“His name was Jeremy, and remember how he lightly rapped on my door.”

Jason’s First Time

“Hey, Jason,” said Jeremy behind the closed door.

I opened the door just a bit. “Yeah? What do you want?”

“Just to talk to you, he said. “I brought you some.” He shoved the whiskey bottle forward.

I opened the door wide enough to let him in. As he walked in, I noticed he’d stuffed beer cans in his pockets. I couldn’t resist. “Are those beer cans in your pockets, or are you just glad to see me?”

“Beer cans,” he said as he pulled them out, “but I’m also glad to see you.”

I froze in my spot. It was the first time any guy had ever hinted that he might be interested in me. Jeremy was good-looking, but I thought he was kind of a goof-off, and I had never considered that he might be gay.

“Jason. Jason.”

I took the whisky bottle, opened it, and took a gulp. It burned like hellfire, but I was thinking about what I wanted to do, and I didn’t think I’d have the courage without some help.

Jeremy smiled. His teeth were dazzling white. “I think you’re cute.” He started to act nervous, as though he’d said too much. He took the bottle and took a gulp himself before handing it back to me.

I could smell the whisky on his breath, and it turned me on. “I think we should lock the door.” I went over and pushed the button. As I turned back around, I saw Jeremy smile and then rub his hand over the fly of his pants. My boner began to grow in response.

When my eyes looked into his, his mouth dropped open. “I want to kiss you.”

That surprised me. I figured that he wanted me to blow him, and if I was lucky, he’d reciprocate. But a kiss? What would it be like to kiss another guy, not that I’d kissed anyone before? I stepped closer to him and pressed my lips to his. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t like the sensation, but there was a hint of a whiskey taste, and I liked that. I pushed my tongue back against his. I did like how that felt. As our tongues rubbed against each other, I felt myself get more turned on.

A sudden banging at the door made me jump back. “Open this door, Jason.” It was my brother Caleb. “Is Jeremy in there?”

“Hide the whiskey bottle,” I whispered. I hurried to the door, checked that Jeremy had put the bottle behind some books, and I opened the door. “Yeah?”

“What are you two doing?” asked Caleb.

“Jeremy brought me a beer.”

“What the fuck? You’re too young to drink beer. What the fuck’s the matter with you, Jeremy?”

“Hey, man,” Jeremy responded, “you’re only a year older. It’s just one can. Don’t be an asshole.” Jeremy sat down on my bed. “I’m fucking tired anyway.”

“Well, you can’t sleep on his fucking bed,” Caleb barked.

“I’ll get him my sleeping bag. It’s in the closet,” I walked toward the closet.

Caleb turned to me. “Mom and Dad will shit a brick if they find out you were drinking.”

“It’s a fucking can of beer, for fuck’s sake, Caleb. Give me a fucking break. If you didn’t want them to bring any you shouldn’t have invited them.”

Caleb turned and stalked off. I closed the door, pushed the button, and retrieved the sleeping bag. I unrolled it and unzipped it.

“You’re going to make me use the sleeping bag?” asked Jeremy.

“Not until we’re done,” I said. I pushed him back and got on top of him. I started kissing him with a renewed fortitude. We made out for several minutes. When we stopped, I sat up. I was straddling his hips.

“Shit, that was great.” Jeremy was breathing heavily. I smiled down at him. He pushed me over and began to undo my pants. I closed my eyes; I’d been waiting for a blowjob for years. Would it feel as good as I had imagined? My pants were pushed down. The movement of the bed told me that Jeremy was no longer on it. I looked toward him in time to see him pull the cuffs of my pants and pull them completely off. My underwear was at my knees. He reached up and removed those as well.

My dick was almost fully erect as Jeremy got on his knees and moved closer to me. Suddenly, he twisted me, and I was face-down on the bed. Jeremy grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. He buried his face in my crack and began to lick my hole.

“Fuck,” I squealed. I could feel the wetness caused by his spit. When he pushed his tongue into my hole, I was sure I’d lose it. Precum spilled from my piss slit. I wanted to pull his head into my ass. By the time he stopped, I was feeling dizzy.

Jeremy got back on his knees. “That was really fun.” He was almost giggly. “I want you to do it to me. Will you? I want you to get my ass really wet and then fuck my brains out.”

He rolled me onto my back and then swallowed my hard cock to the hilt in one movement. He moved up and down my shaft vigorously. It was not the first time he had done that. My abs tightened and my shoulders lifted from the bed. I grabbed his head and shoved my cock into his mouth. I came with more force than I thought possible. I’m not sure how long I held his head on my dick before I relaxed and fell back. I was worried that I had asphyxiated him.

Jeremy lifted his head from my cock and smiled. “Fucking-A, man.” He moved next to me on the bed. “You’ve got a great dick, Jason. I’ll suck you anytime you want. I still want you to fuck me. But I need to catch my breath, and you’ve got to reload. And we should fuck on the floor. The bed will make too much noise.” He chuckled. “We don’t want your brother showing up again.”

We moved onto the sleeping bag and remained quiet. I thought back to the first time I went camping with this bag. I jerked every night in that tent. Now, I was going to experience my first time sticking my dick up a guy’s ass on the same bag. Plus I was going to have the chance for great sex twice in one night. Getting sucked off had already proven to be better than any handjob I’d ever given myself. Just thinking about it was making me hard again, so I got between Jeremy’s legs and began to lick his cock. He moaned softly, so I kept going.

His dick was soft when I put it in my mouth. It felt like a blob of flesh, but it began to stiffen rapidly. I tried to slide all of it in my mouth, but as soon as the head reached the back of my mouth, I felt the urge to gag. I didn’t want to throw up on him, so I paid more attention to the top half of his shaft. I tried licking his balls, but I didn’t like the way the hair felt against my lips. It didn’t take long for me to push his legs back so I could see his hole.

Jeremy’s anus did not look like the pictures I’d seen of one. It looked like a small slit opening unless I pulled his ass cheeks far apart. I got a mouth full of saliva and began the task of getting his butt hole wet. I have to say that I didn’t enjoy it, but the desire to stick my dick in him and fuck him until I came overrode my reluctance. I used my finger to help me spread the saliva and began to move the tip of my index finger in and out of him.

“Stick your dick in me,” commanded Jeremy.

I did as I was told. With no experience, I lined up my dick and pushed it into him. He hissed in response. I had no regard for what he was feeling; I began to pump in and out of him. My brain went to automatic, and all I could think about was how good it felt and that I needed to fill him with my fuck juice.

Eventually, Jeremy stopped grimacing and began to softly moan. Unfortunately, those sounds increased my urge to come, and I began to fuck even faster. I pushed my dick into him and ejaculated with more force than I had earlier. I grabbed his right leg, and I held myself against him with my dick completely buried in his ass.

I let go of his leg, and my penis pulled out of him with a popping sound. Cum squirted out a little and then dribbled out of his ass. Watching it drip from his hole turned me on; my dick got semi-hard even though I had just come inside him. I dropped down next to him. “I wish I could do that every night.” I turned my head toward him.

“Yeah, right. I’m not a faggot, kid. I just like sucking dick and wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked. If you tell anyone about this, I’ll beat your fucking face in.”

I got up and got into my bed. I turned with my back to him.  I remember how he'd said he suck me anytime and then just call me a faggot.  I decided that I’d fuck anyone who let me, but I wasn’t going to ever think about doing it a second time.

Jason’s cheerful demeanor changed as he told me about his first time. I took his hand and kissed his cheek then his ear. I whispered to him. “I have a feeling that I’m going to want to do it with you more than once.”

He turned his face to me and grinned as he pressed his lips to mine.