Jason Slade

The two of us sat next to one another as close as any two people could physically sit. Our lips moved together as our tongues explored; it was as if we’d practiced this move for a competition. The sensations I was feeling were certainly a ten.

Jason moved his hand to my neck and rubbed his thumb against my ear. “I don’t want to stop,” he said, “but I didn’t have lunch, and I’m starving. I want to have enough energy to… um.” His face was flush.

“You’re so adorable,” I said. “I was willing to share my nuggets on the bus, but you fell asleep.”

His hand slipped between my legs. “I’ll share your nuggets later. Right now, I need food.”

“I’ve got some protein for you,” I couldn’t believe that I giggled as I said it.

“I need some carbs… oh, protein… I get it. I’ll save the protein for dessert.” He poked me in the belly and then licked my chin.”

I felt myself get harder; my dick was straining against the mesh of my swimwear. As Jason got up, there was a knock at the door. He grabbed his shirt and slipped it on, and I grabbed a t-shirt from my closet. I struggled to get in on as I said, “Who is it?”

“It’s Randy.”

I looked over at Jason and rolled my eyes. He rushed over to me to help me straighten the t-shirt. I opened the door just a little bit. “What do you need, Randy?”

“I need to talk to you. Don’t make me do it from the hall. Please?”

I opened the door a little farther. He stepped inside. “I’ve got company, Randy.” I moved into my room a little farther. Jason was sitting at my desk. He’d straightened the bed where we had been sitting.

“Well, you two are friends, so you’ll probably tell him what I’m going to say anyway.”

I nodded, “Yeah, probably.”

“Want me to leave?” asked Jason.

“Naw,” replied Randy. “I came to apologize. I’ve been a real jerk, and we can talk more about that later. I’ve been angry, and you’ve been whipping my ass when we play, and I allowed that to affect my focus. Coach probably told you that I bombed in my game today.”

“He said you didn’t do well against someone who was not that good of a player. I’ll tell you that I was surprised by that. You’re a good player; it takes a lot out of me when we play. I dread the day that you beat me; I know it will happen.”

“Thanks for saying that,” Randy looked down at the floor. “I don’t deserve it. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to a party at the Omega house, but you’ve already got plans. Can I get your number so I can text you later?”

“Sure.” He took out his phone and entered my number.

“I reserved the court at two tomorrow; I was hoping you’d want to play.”

“Yeah. I’d like that. I need to work on my backhand,” I told him. “Would you help me with that?”

“Of course.” Randy walked to the door and out into the hall. He turned to me and whispered, “I like you, Parker.” Then he turned and walked off. I watched him walk away.

I went back to Jason. “That was…”

“Unexpected?” He opened the bag with the food.

“It certainly was. Hey, what’s in the little brown bag?” I reached for it.

Jason snatched it away before I could get it. “That’s for later. Now, go sit over there while I get dinner ready.” He stood up and turned his back to me.

“You’re so fucking domestic,” I said. I took my hand and rubbed it across his ass. “Daddy’s going to have to reward you by taking care of your pussy.”

“Daddy? Which one of us looks more like a daddy here?”

“You do,” I admitted. “Is your hole hairy like a real pussy?”

“Real pussies don’t have to have hair. Does yours?”

“Hmmph,” was my only reply.

“Well does it?” He grabbed me. “Let me see it.”

“What? No. Finish getting dinner ready,” I insisted.

“Not until you let me see your pussy,” he laughed. He began to pull my trunks down.

“What are you doing, you brute?” I was laughing, too.

Jason managed to get my swimming trunks down before pushing me over on the bed. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” He pulled my cheeks apart. “Fuck, that’s a perfect, hairless pussy.” He bent forward and licked it back and forth.

“Oh, shit, fuck, that feels good.” I stopped squirming.

Jason stood up. “That’s all for now.”

“Bastard,” I laughed as I flipped back over.

“And, now,” he said, bending at the waist, “as promised.” He pulled his shorts down and spread his cheeks. His ass wasn’t super hairy, but the hairs around his hole made it look like the sun I had drawn when I was eight years old. The sphincter muscles contracted and relaxed and made me understand what it meant when someone said a hole was winking at him.

I pushed him away. “I’m not kissing that ugly thing.”

“Ahh,” he said pulling his shorts back up. “But you want to fuck it even more than you did before, don’t you.” He went back to the desk to finish with the food.

He was right; my dick was hard again, but I had lied. I did want to run my tongue around the edge of that hole. How could I want this man so much? I’d only seen him for the first time less than a week before. I pulled my trunks back on as I thought about the TV show ‘Married at First Sight.’ If Jason were standing at the altar, and I’d never seen him before, would I have married him? I looked over at him as he split the cashew chicken into two portions. I was sure I would have, but would he have remained there and married me?

Jason was so used to having any guy he wanted. I’d seen how that guy at the gym had signaled him. He’d have fucked him, too, if the guy had a condom with him.

Would I be able to hold onto him for longer than a night? Doubt filled my mind, but I pushed it away. He was mine for tonight no matter what tomorrow brought.

As we ate, we continued to watch one another. Both of us blushed from time to time. When we were done, Jason pulled a toothbrush from the little brown bag, and the two of us went into the bathroom to remove the remnants of dinner. Before long we were kissing again. As our tongues roamed so did our hands, and by the time we made it back to bed, neither of us had any clothing on.

It was obvious that Jason loved my hairless balls. He oohed and aahed as he sucked one and then the other. He pulled them into his mouth one at a time and swirled his tongue around them before pushing one out and working on the other.

I laid there moaning in delight. My brief time with Jason had already brought me more delights than I had experienced during my entire lifetime. His tongue began to work on my dick. He never put it into his mouth; instead, he pressed his tongue against it with great pressure. My cock got harder with each stroke of his tongue.

Jason pulled a small tube from his brown bag and squirted an oily substance on my dick as well as some on his fingers. His fingers disappeared from view as he leaned forward; it was obvious that he was applying some to his hole. Next, he wrapped his fingers around my cock and spread the oil before he put a condom on me and applied more oil to the outside of the condom.

My heart rate was increasing. Jason leaned forward and kissed me and then began to wiggle his ass as he pushed my cock against his hole.

Both of us sucked air into our lungs when my dick popped inside him; he began to move up and down, taking more of my penis into his tunnel. When he reached the hilt of my dick, he looked down at me and smiled. “I want you to start fucking me,” his barely audible voice announced.

I began to tilt my hips to move in and out of him. The urge to come hit me in about thirty seconds. His hole was so tightly clamped around me. My dick seemed to harden past its limit.

Suddenly a blast of cum hit my chest and chin. Jason’s dick had exploded all over me. My hands grabbed his thighs, and I shoved myself into him and filled the condom.

“Fuck, Parker. I haven’t come that fast since I was twelve. The things you do to me.”

I gathered some of his cum from my chest and tasted it. The creamy salty mixture was made tastier by the fact that it had come from him. I looked up at him; his eyes seemed misty. He moved beside me. My dick popped out of him but remained standing erect. The end of the condom, filled with my seed, laid over to one side at the end of the rigid shaft. Jason flicked his tongue at the little puddles of cum.

“Oh, there’s some on your chin.” He licked my chin. “Do you think you’ll want to do me again a little later? Missionary-style so I can watch your eyes as you penetrate my innards.”

“Yeah. I’d love to.” I gathered some of his cum on my finger and rubbed it across his lips before I kissed him. I gathered some of the seed and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

When I released his tongue, he took a deep breath. “I think I fucking l…” He paused and sat up. “Shit, this is happening too fast. Dammit, what am I doing?” He got off the bed. “Fuck! I’m sorry, Parker.” He shook his head.

“It’s OK, Jason,” I said. “We can slow down.”

“I should go.” He grabbed his clothes and put them on.

“Jason, wait. Let’s talk about it.”

“I’m sorry, Parker.” I saw his eyes get teary. He turned and left my room.

I sat alone for a few minutes before getting up and going into the shower. I allowed the hot water to run over me while I cried. I’d just gone from the happiest I’d ever been to the worst I’d ever felt.

I toweled off and grabbed my phone. I texted a message to Jason. “Take your time. These new feelings can be scary. I’ll be here when you’re ready.” I hit send. The phone sat silent for several minutes.

When it buzzed, I grabbed it to read his message.

“I need to be alone. Please don’t text me.”

My vision got blurry. Tears fell onto the phone.

The phone buzzed again. I looked down through the blur. “Parker. This is Randy. I was mean to you because you make me feel things I didn’t want to feel. I’m gay, and I’m in love with you.”