Jason Slade

I thanked him again as he stopped at the front entrance. I had just opened the door and started to get out as I heard him say, “Fuck, it’s my son.”

I slipped out and closed the door when I heard Randy call. “Dad, what are you doing here?” Randy walked up to the driver’s window.

Shit, I thought. I just spent the night with Randy’s father.

I walked away from the building, leaving the van behind me. Circling the dorm and entering a side doorway, I made it back to my room as many of the guys were heading down to the dining hall or class. Standing just inside my door, I locked it and surveyed the room.

I Leaned my head against the door and brought my hands up to cover my eyes. The whole room reminded me of Jason. The bed, where I made love to him. The floor, where we danced. The TV, where we watched Mickey and Judy sing. The desk, where he sat when I opened the door for Randy.

And, fuck. Randy. He’d sucked my dick. His father had sucked my dick. And I had Randy’s father’s dick in my mouth. I’d swallowed his cum.

Shit. That’s what my life was--a pile of it.

The phone vibrated and moved around on my desk. What now? I went to the phone. Fifteen texts. All of them from Jason. Had he followed me? Did he know what I’d done? Why the hell was I cheating on him?

Looking out the window gave me a moment of clarity. He’d left me. I wasn’t cheating on him. I could prove that in a court of law. I bit my upper lip. My heart told me otherwise. It told me I had tried to erase the hurt...and with the most stupid method available. I unlocked the phone and read the messages.

“I’m sorry.”

“What I did proves I’m an asshole.”

“I miss you.”

“You deserve better, but I’m all I’ve got.”

“I was happy when I was with you.”

“I’m falling in love with you.”

“I am in love with you.”

“Please talk to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Talk to me.”

“Please.”

“Tell me you’ll meet with me and talk to me.”

“Please tell me you’ll meet with me and talk to me.”

The bitmoji did look like him. I remembered what it felt like when he grabbed me and pulled me close to him. It was a great feeling; I wanted it again. What would I be willing to do to have it?

I typed back, “I will.” I thought for a second. “Ugly fountain at eleven.”

I still had time for class, and it would give me time to think about what I was going to say. Plus, it would delay an outcome that I was terrified would not come out in my favor.

All during class, I thought about what I would say. As I stood at the fountain, Jason walked up to me. He watched me gaze into the splashing water. “I love you with every fiber of my being. I was an idiot to walk out on you.”

I turned to look at him. His emerald eyes glistened, and the rest of the world disappeared. I held out my hand, and he took it.

I leaned forward and kissed him.

“Follow me.” He led me to a blanket he had spread under a tree. A wicker basket rested along one edge. “In case you get hungry.” He smiled and kissed me again.”

His lips, firm and gentle, caressed my neck. I let him slip his hands into the elastic waistband of the athletic shorts I was wearing. His fingers moved across my firming penis. I grew hard; he could tell that I wanted him. I dropped to the blanket. He got on his knees and pulled my shorts and underwear down and slipped my right leg out of them. My hardness was on display as I spread his legs apart.

Jason centered himself between my legs and kissed me.

His penis struggled against the cloth of his shorts. Jason pushed them down far enough to free his erection. His hand guided his hard shaft to my hole, and he penetrated me. My head pushed back against the ground and I gasped as he filled me.

The filtered sunlight sparkled through the leaves, and I heard the rustling sound they created in the breeze. I tilted my hips to allow him to thrust more deeply into me. Jason’s face moved into view. I moved my hands to his ears and my mouth to his. As his hardness plunged into my depths, my tongue pushed against his tongue. We were physically one again; this time, I had given my anal virginity to him, and I had done it gladly, willingly.

The rhythm of his thrusting increased its frequency; I could tell that he was close. I held his head so I could see his eyes. Their sparkling was more intense as he pushed forward and released. I could feel the change in pressure deep within my belly.

“I love you, Jason.”

“You can’t do that here,” said a voice.

Jason sat back; his still hard dick slapped his abdomen as it was freed from my hole. Cum dripped out of me as I looked up at the campus security officer. She was shaking her finger at us, and I was thinking, ‘Jason doesn’t care who knows how much he loves me.’

I felt a shove on my shoulder. “Hey, man, she dismissed us.”

Someone’s bulging crotch was right next to my face. I looked up to see Brad Turner looking down at me. I glanced at the clock above the whiteboard. Ten forty-five.

“Get your dick out of my face,” I said as I pushed him away and stood up.

“Just giving you an opportunity to check the merchandise, man. Randy said you like sucking dick.”

“Randy’s a cocksucking asshole. I’ve got somewhere to be.” I headed for the door. What did Randy say, and why would he be telling people that I liked to suck dick? I started to panic a little. Did his father say something to him? Fuck me, is this his way of retaliating? I got to the top of the stairs and realized that there hadn’t been time for any of that to have gone down. I took a deep breath and headed for the ugly fountain.

I got to the fountain and walked around it. I was two minutes early, but I expected to find Jason already there. At five minutes after eleven, I started to be concerned. I pulled my phone out to see whether I’d missed a change of plans, but there was nothing.

“Parker!” an unfamiliar voice called out.

I looked over to see some dude in a NASA t-shirt and cap rushing toward the fountain. I hurried to him. “I’m Parker.”

“I’m Finn. You’re waiting for Jason Slade, right?”

I nodded.

“He fell down the stairs in the math building. It looks like he broke his arm and leg. They’ve sent for an ambulance.”

“The math building?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks, Finn.” I ran in the direction from which he had just arrived. The image of Jason crumpled at the bottom of some stairs popped into my head. I saw open fractures of his arm and leg, blood everywhere, and Jason trying not to cry in response. My heart started to race, and my vision got blurry.

When I arrived, what I saw was Jason on the floor, pain written across his face. No blood. No open fracture.

I got on my knees next to his shoulder. “Oh, Jason.” I lightly place my fingers on his chest.

“I knew you’d come,” he said. “I was going too fast. I’m not very smart, Parker.”

“That’s not true,” I replied.

“I got scared the other night when I ran out.”

“It’s OK.”

“No, it’s not,” he reached his right hand to touch mine. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Tears spilled from my eyes and onto his arm.

“You know, that should make me smile,” he said, “but I’m in so much fucking pain right now.”

“Isn’t that guy on the baseball team,” someone in the crowd said. “I didn’t know he was gay.”

“Maybe he should wear a pink triangle on his uniform,” said someone else.

“No, that’s not what I mean,” said the first guy. “I’d have asked him out; he’s hot.”

I turned to face them. “Too late. He’s mine.”

A clattering at the door announced the arrival of the EMTs. I moved back but continued to hold his hand. The EMTs assessed the situation before placing him on a gurney. I grabbed Jason’s backpack and followed out to the ambulance.

“If you’re coming with us, you’ll need to ride in the front seat,” the better-looking EMT said.

“Can’t he ride with me?” Jason pleaded.

“I don’t usually let friends ride in the back unless they’re helping me by keeping you quiet.” The smirk on his face told me he relished the power he had.

“He’s not a friend,” added Jason.

“Then he shouldn’t…”

“He’s my fiancé,” an interrupting Jason said with seriousness.

The EMT looked at me and then down at Jason. “Climb in.”

I held Jason’s uninjured hand on the way to the hospital. We didn’t talk. I was forced to stay in the waiting room while he was taken to the back. I texted Coach Evans, and within fifteen minutes, I received a message that he and Coach Felder were on their way. As I sat there, I began to get nervous. It was taking too long for them to tell me what was going on. When we first got there, one of the nurses said that I needed to stay out because I would get in the way, but they promised I would hear something.

I saw Coach Evans walk into the large seating area, and I stood up and went over to him. He had gone straight to the information desk and was showing his ID to the man at the counter. Coach Felder came up behind me.

“Have you heard anything, Atwell?”

“No, sir. They told me they would let me know after the doctor looked at him, but I haven’t heard anything.”

Coach Evans turned to face us. “He is in Treatment Room Twelve. The orthopedic doctor is there now. You should go, Steve. Parker and I will wait here while you find out what’s going on. Don’t leave us in the dark for too long.”

Coach Felder headed to the treatment rooms while Coach Evans and I found a place to sit. “How’s it going for you two? Randy said you and Jason argued.”

“I think we’re engaged.” I chucked. I turned to face my coach. I briefly wished he were my father. I needed a hug, but my father wasn’t the hugging kind. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“What is it, Parker?”

“It’s just that so much has happened over the last few days.”

“I guess so,” he chuckled. “I mean if you’re engaged.”

“Well, neither of us has asked the other, but Jason told the paramedic guy that we were engaged; I think he did it so I could ride in the back with him.”

“I’m glad to hear it; I’m not sure what I’d get you for a wedding present.”

“Who says you’d be invited?” I asked.

“I was sure I’d be the ring bearer.”

“I’ll make sure you’re the ring bearer.” I heard a phone buzz; it wasn’t mine.

Coach Evans pulled his phone from his pocket. “It’s Steve. It looks as if Jason’s shoulder was dislocated; so was his elbow. Shit. I’m glad nothing was broken, but there’s a six-month recovery time on that one. His ankle was sprained by a mild hyperextension. He should recover with some physical therapy. He should be out in about thirty minutes.

That evening, Jason sat on the edge of the bed. His arm was in a brace, and his shoulder was in another brace. With his ankle taped up for the next two weeks, he needed a wheelchair to get around. Coach Felder had helped him to the bed before leaving. I had agreed to help him use the bedpan and keep him clean during the weekend. The coach was going to look into getting someone in the nursing program to help as well. He left us with a wave and a “See you tomorrow.”

I arranged the pillows against the headboard. I assisted him as he moved to the center of the bed. Jason tried to stretch out, but he had to keep his shoulder and arm at just the right angle to keep the pain in check. Once in place, I handed him a chicken tender. Instead of taking it, he opened his mouth.

“You want me to feed you?” I asked.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Close the hole.” I reached over and pushed up on his lower jaw.

“Come on, Parker. Give me a tender.”

“Take it and talk to me,” I moved my hand so he could take the chicken.

He took the tender and nibbled from the end. I saw his eyes mist up. “Do you need me to tell you again how stupid I was?”

“No. What was stupid was not talking to me. That hurt, Jason. I’m talking about right now. You need to promise to talk to me when there’s a problem.”

“I promise,” said Jason.

“You’re injured, and you’re an athlete. You can’t take a shit or a piss without some help.”

“I’m glad you’re here; although, I can’t say I’m looking forward to being helped to take a dump.” He grinned a little.

“That’s making you smile.” I shook my head.

“Not that. I was thinking about your holding my dick to help me pee. I think I need to drink a lot more water.”

“Eat your chicken.” I moved my head closer to his and kissed him. I sat back and pulled his pants down to his knees. His exposed penis rested between his legs. I grabbed his scrotum. “Isn’t your ballsack feeling crushed between your legs?” His dick lengthened slightly as it became hard.

“Someone likes what you did.”

“Eat your tender,” I told him.

“I want to eat yours.”

I held up a chicken tender that I had just pulled from the box. “This one’s mine,” I said. “And so is this one.” I sucked his cock into my mouth. His dick got even harder. I could hear the moans. I shoved my lips down until my nose was buried in his bush. I fought the urge to gag as the head of his penis pushed into my throat. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, and within thirty seconds, he spilled his seed. I swallowed all of it and then came up for air.

“Oh, fuck, Parker. That was phenomenal.”

He was quiet for a few moments. “Babe, do you think that if I roll on my side that you might be able to fuck me?”

“Why Jason, I thought you were a top?”

“This is a new Jason,” he laughed, “and for you, this Jason is versatile.”