Jason’s Journey

Jason’s Journey – an introduction

While I was writing Pete’s Story I received several emails asking that the character of Jason be expanded upon and questioning if it would be possible to give him and Pete a happy ending – together. I knew from the beginning of Pete’s Story that they couldn’t end up as a happily married couple, that would have been too much of a fairytale but as I wrote I also began to want to explore Jason more and to see where his journey might take him. So, thanks to the people who took the time to read my scribblings and then took even more time to write to me, I have been prompted to write a sort of sequel to Pete’s Story. It’s inevitable that characters from the one will come into the other, but it’s important to remember that this is to be another tale. The story of a man who had to hide his true self for fear of what would happen if the world discovered his secret. I know that there are men all over the world who for many varied reasons live a life similar to that led by Jason. I would like to dedicate this story to them in the hope that one day who we are will be more important than what we are and that everyone regardless of age, gender, colour, religion and sexuality will be allowed to live life safely and without fear. Thank you for reading.

Phil. May 2020.

He finished the presentation and sat back in the chair. He rested his hands clenched together nervously, on the boardroom table in front of him. The room was bright, one entire wall constructed of glass that allowed a stunning view over the parkland surrounding the house. The fact that such a modern architectural feature blended so well with an almost three hundred year old stately home set in the Hampshire countryside was a tribute both to the architect and the man who had commissioned the rebuilding of the house after a fire had caused major damage just over five years ago. Lord Tobias William Haverstock, Seventh Earl of Maidenhead sat at the head of the beautifully restored eighteenth century table studying the document Jason had spent the last half hour taking him through. He was impressed. His Team of hand picked experts had already spent time looking over the proposal and over the last few weeks had taken Jason’s figures apart trying to find any flaws. They had reported back that the business plan was sound and worth his consideration. It helped that he liked the man, had done so from their first meeting over a year ago when he had attended the wedding of Pete and Mike. He had shown obvious delight in their happiness despite his continuing love for the man he had protected as a boy. Toby’s respect had grown as he saw the pragmatic and sensible manner with which Jason controlled his deep emotional attachment to Pete, accepting their close friendship and love as something they both treasured, whilst posing no threat to Pete’s relationship with Mike. Added to that he was an intelligent, likeable, good looking man who’s company he found he enjoyed.

‘I would hold forty percent as a silent partner?’ The question was rhetorical. Jason simply inclined his head. Toby made a show of deliberation, not wanting Jason to know that he had decided long before today’s meeting that he would invest in his business. ‘And Marvin would still be available to drive and do the other various jobs I need him for?’

‘Yes Toby. I would do most of the day to day running of the operation. Marvin’s main role would be the recruitment, training and performance monitoring of the drivers.’ Jason’s choice of words produced a guffaw of laughter from the older man.

‘Yes, I can see he’d enjoy doing the yearly assessments and regular upskilling. Right up his street that.’ He closed the prospectus and held his hand out toward Jason. ‘Very well young man, we have a deal. Let’s shake on it and I’ll get my people to draw up the paperwork for us to sign.’ Jason released the breath he had been unconsciously holding.

‘Thank you Toby. Thank you.’

‘It’s a bloody good idea, and it works well on paper Jason. Although if someone had told me twelve months ago that I would be investing in an Upmarket Chauffeured Escort Agency I’d have laughed them out of the room.’

‘I tell you Toby it’s a great cover for all those rich city business men who want some discreet cock. Who’s going to suspect the chauffeur? Looking back, I’d have done it.’ Jason looked wistful, remembering the years he had hidden his sexuality and the pain it had caused. His focus shifted to the view through the window, but he didn’t see the carefully sculpted and tended parkland. As his mind wandered he remembered the hard coarse beauty of the moorland and rough upland farms he had explored with Pete and Pete’s dog bob. A lifetime had passed of wasted years and he found himself wondering who was to blame.

* * *

Frank Lord was a big man in every sense of the word. Standing at over six feet tall his upper body was wide and powerful thanks to all the heavy lifting and carrying he had done since he had been old enough to help his father in the family business, a motor vehicle repair and sales garage. His legs were solid and muscular due to his total commitment to the towns football team. To the few women in the town upon whom he had bestowed his favours, it was known that Frank was more than well enough endowed to satisfy anyone. Frank was also a bully and a bigot. His father had raised him to believe that he was in a higher social strata than most other children he knew who’s parents worked in one of the local cotton mills. He had also been taught, indoctrinated would be a better word, that as a heterosexual white English male, he belonged to an elite group who had a moral Christian duty to protect their world from anything that was slightly different. From his early teens he had been an active and enthusiastic supporter of the local far right National Front party happily taking part in marches and stirring up hatred against the growing Asian communities that were developing in the North West of the UK during the nineteen sixties and seventies.

At twenty one, Frank met and fell head over heels in love with one Mary Foulds, the daughter of a local business man and town councillor. Circumstances forced their marriage and seven months later they became the proud parents of a daughter, Sarah. She was joined two years later by a boy, Jason who immediately became the centre of Franks world. He was determined that his son was going to have every opportunity that he could get or buy for him. From the beginning, Jason had the best of everything: the most expensive pram; clothes from Kendals Department Store in Manchester, the undisputed Harrods of the North; he was always the first to get the toy that everyone wanted; the biggest, brashest birthday parties; the first child at school to have colour television; he rode a trendy ‘chopper’ bicycle months before anyone else. By the time he was at secondary school his uniform was tailor made, his shoes hand made brogues. At seventeen he woke to find a brand new Ford Escort RS 2000 parked on the drive for him. Frank did everything he could to instil in his son the air of superiority his father had given him, but he had reckoned without Mary who throughout his formative years quietly had lovingly taught her son the value of honour, humility, respect and above all love. So while Jason learned to show his father the son he desired, an arrogant, rude, racist continuation of the family line, what he in fact was but never dared to show for fear of retribution was a sensitive, understanding, accepting individual. For most of his formative years few saw the real Jason Lord one of them was the shy introvert that all the bullies at school enjoyed beating up and picking on, Pete Barnard.

Jason had started hanging out with the “Alpha Pack” as they liked to call themselves within weeks of starting secondary school at age eleven. It was expected of him. At first he had merely acknowledged the gang whenever he saw them not wanting to be a part of their self professed elitist group. For the most part they were the sons of his fathers friends and acquaintances so it paid him to be polite to them, but somehow his father got wind of his reluctance to join in with their bigoted taunts and bullying and made it very clear to him that he expected a son of his to not only be a part of such a gang but to be actively leading it. Jason saw he had no choice, but what he could do was use his position and influence within the group to try to moderate their actions and reign in some of their excesses. So it was that having watched the way Pete tried to stand up to the bigger, stronger boys, Jason spent days trying to think of a way that the “Alpha Pack” members could think they were humiliating the weaker boy but when in fact it was Pete who was getting the upper hand. It had been one of the members of the gang who had inadvertently given him the solution to his problem. A group of them had been illegally smoking in the bushes at the bottom of the playing fields one lunchtime when the subject of Pete and his probable homosexuality had come up.

‘Bet he’s a fuckin good cock sucker.’ Neil James, one of the school’s up and coming star cricketers mused. ‘Better than most of the girls who’ll do it.’

‘Yeah. They reckon puffs give the best blowjobs don’t they?’ This from Henry Morris. Of course no one questioned him as to who ‘they’ were, but everyone agreed with him.

‘We ought to give him a try.’ Gordon Waddington, the biggest and strongest member of the gang ventured his opinion. ‘You know? Like make him our cocksucker slave.’ Neil jumped to his feet and lewdly grabbed his cock and balls through his trousers, suggestively rubbing them at Gordon.

‘Tell him if he doesn’t suck us dry whenever we want, he gets his head kicked in. Yeah I like that.’ As the others planned Pete’s future fellatio activities for him, Jason’s mind was working overtime as he realised that there was a way he could help Pete turn the intended humiliation to his advantage. He also believed that in doing so he could start to protect the weaker boy and perhaps help to make his life at school less onerous.

That evening he cycled to Pete’s house, a farm miles from where any other school children lived on the edge of the moors. A man he assumed to be Pete’s father was working in the farm yard and he directed him to a lane that ran between the fields across the way, ‘You’ll find ‘im sumwhure up thur.’ The dialect was almost too strong for Jason to understand. ‘In’t field at th’end at’ lane.’ It was a warm summers evening and as Jason made his way up the lane even at his young age he was able to appreciate the rugged beauty that surrounded him. The hedgerows on both sides of the unpaved road were thick and verdant and full of flowers and life. Insects clicked and buzzed. Bees hummed from blossom to blossom. Ahead of him he could see a flock of sparrows having a noisy dust bath, jumping and flapping as they chattered noisily at each other. As one they flew into the hedge as he approached then hurried back to the basin of dust once he was safely past, the noise and acrobatics resuming. Peewits flew overhead making their familiar cry; ‘pee-wit, pee-wit,’ and as he rounded the bend at the end of the lane he was brought to a halt by the sight of thousands and thousands of birds swarming in a cloud, making breathtaking shapes in he sky. So many birds that they looked like one giant organism, a monstrous black cloud reeling and climbing, diving and twisting. It was mesmerising. And standing, seemingly right at the apex of the base of this ear splitting magnificence was a small insignificant figure. Jason cycled closer and realised it was Pete. But what on Earth was he doing? As the giant cloud of birds waxed and waned around and above him, Pete was moving his arms and body with them in perfect harmony. ‘Fuck me,’ said Jason, ‘he’s bloody conducting them!’ He watched entranced. The boy was so alive, so totally at one with the wonder of nature. He seemed to glow with the beauty that surrounded him. Jason was caught up in the magic, he didn’t know it, but at that moment he began to feel love for another human being. A love that would mould his life, that would bring him more pain and heartbreak than he could imagine, that would rip him from the bosom of his family but that would eventually lead him to a contentment he could only dream of.

For now, on this mild summers evening, he watched as thousands of starlings completed their daily murmuration coming home to roost for the night. As the final few birds flew to ground Pete’s trance like state came to an end and he suddenly looked small and fragile again. When he turned and saw Jason behind him a look of fear covered his face that caused Jason to feel both shame and disgust that his own behaviour could make someone, anyone afraid of him. He lay his bike on the floor and held his hands up to Pete, palms facing him. ‘I’m not here to hurt you Pete. I promise.’ Pete didn’t look convinced. He looked around as if trying to find somewhere to hide or perhaps something to defend himself with. ‘Pete, honest. Don’t be frightened. Please.’

‘Why should I trust you? Where are the rest of your friends? What do you want?’ There was the sound of panic in his voice.

‘I’m on my own. Really. I just want to talk to you.’ He lowered his arms and took a step forward.

‘Don’t come near me. Stay away.’

Jason was horrified. How could someone be so afraid of him? Had he really spent the last fourteen years being such an arsehole that Pete could see no good in him at all? ‘Okay, okay. Look, I’ll sit on that rock over there okay?’ He crossed to a large lump of sandstone that lay by the edge of the path, the road having petered out into a furrowed, dried up track. ‘Please Pete, come and talk with me. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll just wait here till your ready.’ It took a while for the competing voices in Pete head to complete the argument they were having but eventually he decided to take a risk and give Jason the benefit of the doubt. He walked over to him and tentatively sat down next to him. ‘Thank you,’ said Jason. ‘I know that’s taken a lot of courage and trust.’

‘So what do you want to talk about?’ Pete spoke quietly, afraid that if he was too assertive he would make Jason angry and he would suffer as a result.

‘I need to tell you about something the gang are planning and what we can do to keep you safe…’

‘We? What do you mean – we? Since when have you been interested in me being safe? That’s like putting a Fox in charge of the chickens - they’d be really safe wouldn’t they?’

Jason stood and walked one way then the other in front of Pete one minute wringing his hands together the next waving them in the air. The air of frustration emanating from him was almost palpable. ‘Okay okay so I’ve been a complete cunt to you for God knows how long, but I had no choice Pete. Have you any idea what it’s like being the son of Frank fucking Lord? I can’t breathe unless he tells me how to. He controls every fucking thing I do. I can’t think for myself, can’t have my own choice in friends, I’m not even allowed to choose what fucking music I listen to or what I watch on the tele. Do you think I want to be part of that gang of cunts? Do you? I fucking hate it Pete but there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing.’ By the time he finished his angry outburst tears of frustration were running down Jason’s cheeks, and his breathing was heavy and fast. He came and sat down on the rock again looking utterly defeated. ‘I hate it Pete. I just want to be myself but he would never let me.’ He was speaking quietly now. ‘I don’t want people to see me as a bully or that I’m some sort of hateful bigot like he is.’ He paused, fiddling with his shirt buttons. ‘I really like you Pete. Watching you just now, with the birds, it’s was like magic. Like they knew you were there. Like you were part of them. It was beautiful Pete. I want to tell people about it, share what I saw, what I felt. But I can’t. If I did he’d ……. I don’t know. It wouldn’t be nice.’ Without thinking he put his hand on top of Pete’s. ‘I want to help you Pete, please let me. I hate seeing you hurt.’ He took hold of the hand properly and gently squeezed it. ‘Please Pete.’

Pete looked him in the eyes, he saw only truth. He decided to take another risk and nodded, ‘Alright, tell me.’ So Jason told him what the gang of bullies had decided to inflict on Pete. That he was to become their personal Blow Job Boy, and that the consequences for Pete if he refused would be immense given that if he told anyone their reputations would be in tatters. However, he believed that he had a way for Pete to control the situation. He would still have to give blow jobs, but he would charge for them, and as the De facto head of the gang, Jason would have final say on who, where and when any blow jobs would be given. ‘Look Pete, if I could think of a way to stop it happening I would, but at least this way we can control it and you can make some money.’

‘Make me a whore? Is that what you’re saying? Some choice.’ Pete was understandably upset and angry. ‘Can’t you just tell them not to do it?’

‘Wish I could mate. The trouble is there isn’t really anyone in charge. It’s only because of who my dad is that I’m sort of head boy. Trust me Pete this is the only way to keep you safe.’ He was still holding hands with Pete who was making no attempt to move. ‘I’m going to suggest that I’m always there with you as well to make sure you’re safe. I don’t know if they’ll go for that either but I’m going to try.’ An awkward silence descended on the boys, both stared at their respective feet but both still held the others hand, a connection neither was prepared to break.

A piercing note filled the air. Pete’s eyes shot skyward. ‘Look.’ He released Jason’s hand and pointed. ‘See it? A barn owl.’ Jason followed the direction of Pete’s arm and saw the ghostly shadow silently winging its way across the field. As it came closer he could see the flat face and soft brown markings along its body. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ Pete’s voice was a whisper filled with excitement. Jason looked at him and saw a face full of wonder and love for the not often seen bird.

‘Yes. Beautiful.’ Only Jason knew that he wasn’t talking about the bird. A hard knot had formed in his stomach and he felt confusion fill his mind. What was happening? Why did he suddenly feel unsteady, unsure of himself?

‘He’s seen something. Look Jay, he’s hovering,’ Pete quickly turned to look at Jason. ‘Look, you’ll miss it.’

‘What? Oh yeah. What do they eat Pete?’

‘Shrews, mice, young birds. This one’s probably seen a shrew.’ Pete’s body was as tight as a bow string as he watched the owl hunt. Jason found it was more interesting for him to study Pete’s behaviour as he became one with the owl and hunted with it. Pete’s arms were stretched out, his hands fluttering. Jason could see that in his minds eye Pete was hovering with the bird, spotting its prey. He held his breath not wanting to break the spell. The magic he had seen earlier had returned and the pureness of it went to the core of who he really was. The person his mother had taught him to be was entranced, was bewitched by the innocence of the boy before him. The love he had begun to feel for Pete earlier erupted inside Jason. He wanted to wrap his arms around him, protect him. More than anything he wanted to let Pete know that he was his, body and soul. He reached out towards him, took a step forward….

Pete swooped to the ground with the owl and let out a whispered ‘whoop’. ‘He got it. Look Jay he got it. God I love seeing that.’ The moment was gone, the spell broken. ‘Are you okay Jay? You look strange.’

‘Yeah. Yes I’m fine.’ Jason took a deep breath and turned away from Pete to look at the departing owl. ‘I’m fine.’

Pete quietly studied the other boy for a few minutes aware that he was seeing a side of him he hadn’t previously been privy to. He reluctantly admitted to himself that he liked this Jason. He was kind and interesting. He’d always thought he was good looking and sexy. Not that anything would ever come of his admiration of course. But until this evening he had always been afraid of him, although when he thought about it, Jason had never actually hit him and he hadn’t been one of the boys who taunted and bullied him because he was weaker, shy and not as masculine as some of them.

‘Why are you helping me Jay? What do you want in return?’ Jason came back and sat on the rock next to Pete. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to take his hand in his again as he spoke to him.

‘I hate it when I see you being hurt. Okay? You don’t deserve it. I can’t fight all of them for you Pete and I can’t upset my dad, but between us we can be clever and stop them hurting you. And all I would like is to be your friend. I like being with you. Your clever and funny and you know stuff.’ Pete looked at him questioningly. ‘Like with the starlings earlier and then just now with the owl. Those things are amazing Pete and you make them special. That’s all I want Pete to spend time with you. I can be myself with you.’

‘But no one else can know? Right? You can’t be seen to be friends with the puff can you?’ Pete sounded angry and bitter.

‘No Pete they can’t. Cause if they did I honestly don’t know what my dad would do to me. It would have to be our secret. Please understand.’ Jason was pleading now, desperate for Pete to accept his friendship even with the limitations his relationship with his father would put on it. There was another silence during which the boys continued to sit holding hands. After a while Jason felt a tension in Pete’s fingers and looking at him he could see that his whole demeanour had become tense and anxious. He decided it was best to be patient and wait for Pete to speak. When he did Jason was emotionally shell shocked and more angry than he had ever been in his short life.

‘My dad beats me Jay………..Never leaves any marks where you can see them, but if I don’t do as I’m told or if I say or do anything he doesn’t like he punches me or uses his belt on me.’ The statement was sudden, bald. ‘Is that what your dad does to you?’ Jason was speechless. His jaw quite literally dropped. The expression on his face brought laughter to Pete’s, ‘Do you have any idea how daft you look right now?’ Jason’s shock gave way to embarrassment then awkwardness.

‘Well it’s not…I mean I didn’t expect….fuck Pete, I didn’t know.’ Jason was struggling for words. ‘I don’t know what to say. Um, but no, no my dad doesn’t hit me and stuff. I mean he’s hit me when I’ve fucked up but no, he doesn’t do what your dad does.’ He put his hands on Pete’s shoulders and turned him so that they sat facing each other. ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ Even as he asked he knew there was nothing that he, a fourteen year old boy could do to stop a man as big and strong as Pete’s father from abusing his son.

Pete shook his head. ‘No, it’s okay Jay. It’s not as bad as it used to be. Bob keeps him off me most of the time these days.’

‘Bob?’

‘Yes, he’s around here somewhere. He’s probably following a rabbit trail or something.’ Pete stood up and whistled – one, two, three, short sharp shrill notes. Seconds later they heard a bark and then saw a black head bobbing up and down as Bob, Pete’s best mate, came running over the field towards them, his big pink tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth and his tail held high and proud. When he reached them he licked his masters hand then sat down beside him with both eyes firmly fixed on Jason. ‘He’s been watching you all the time we’ve been talking. But don’t worry I think he must like you. He’s not growling.’ Pete was smiling, enjoying Jason’s mild discomfort. ‘Seriously, he’s okay. Just don’t lean down and put your face near him, he might bite you. For some reason I’m the only person who can put their face by his.’ From the moment Bob had sat next to him, Pete’s hand had rested on his head. It was obvious that the two were inseparable.

For a while, the two boys and the dog sat together in quiet companionship. Jayson enjoyed the simple fact of being able to relax and be himself, while Pete took pleasure in knowing that he finally had a friend. The friendship might be secret and somewhat complicated in nature but it was a friendship nonetheless. As dusk began to fall, Pete stood again and turned to walk towards home. ‘Come on Jay. It’s getting dark and you’ve got no lights on your bike.’ They set off, back down the lane, neither of them really wanting to go home.

‘Pete?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Where did “Jay” come from? No one calls me that.’

‘Don’t you like it? Do you want me to stop?’

‘No, I really like it when you use it. “Jay.” Yes….Jay. But only use it when we’re alone. I don’t want anyone else to call me that. Just you. Alright?’

Pete seemed to grow an inch or two. ‘Yeah that’s great…….Jay.’ They had reached the end of the lane with Pete’s home now in front of them. ‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow then.’

Jason threw his leg over his bike, ‘Yeah. And you know what to do when they start bullying you about the blow job thing don’t you?’ Pete nodded. ‘Good. See you tomorrow then.’ Jason cycled off with Pete watching him growing small as he disappeared into the distance.

* * *

It was almost a week later that the group of bullies cornered Pete during a cross country run and informed him he was to be their face fuck boy. As he had promised Jason was there to moderate the tone and extremes to which the demands could have been taken but as they had expected he was unable to prevent the inevitable. Jason hated watching his new friend being humiliated as the three other gang members forced Pete to practice his cocksucking skills on them. What made it worse was the realisation from what was being said that they expected him to take advantage of Pete’s mouth as well. It was with a feeling of shame that as he saw the three athletic boys fuck Pete’s face and shoot their loads Jason felt himself become excited. His cock strained against the confines of his shorts and he couldn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of him. Throughout Pete’s ordeal their eyes frequently met and each time they did Jason tried to will some strength and support into his friend, whilst all the time the sight of a hard cock sliding in and out of Pete’s pink lips was making him harder and hotter. Neil was the last of the three to use Pete, unlike the other two he pulled out at the last minute and his cum spat out over the kneeling boys face and hair, leaving him with thick sticky boy juice clinging to his cheeks, chin and nose and dripping from his eye lashes and lips. ‘Go on Jason, your turn.’

He stepped up to the cum splatted boy and looked down at him. Despite not wanting to, he found the sight of Neils cum plastered across Pete’s face a huge turn on. He groaned without realising it, as he pushed his shorts down. His cock sprang upwards hitting his stomach with a ‘slap.’ Pete kept his eyes firmly on his as he wrapped his hand round his aching rod. The three boys watching were rooted to the spot and unashamedly masterbating as Pete used Jason’s dick to wipe Neils cum off his face. Each time he collected some on the hot throbbing helmet he brought it to his lips and tenderly licked it off, repeating the process until only dried on semen was left. Then he took Jason fully into his mouth and gave him the best blow job he knew how. Unlike with the others, he didn’t just kneel there, a receptacle for their jizz, with Jason he licked and sucked and gently scraped his teeth along the staff before flicking the helmet rapidly with his tongue. He took him as deep into his throat as he could, enjoying the smell and feel of Jason’s pubes against his nose. He played with his balls, tugging and kneading, stroking and stretching. Jason became lost in the sensations he was feeling. He kept his eyes on Pete the whole time focusing on the incredible boy before him. As he felt his climax approaching he took Pete’s head in his hands, the gesture alerting the submissive boy to the impending explosion. And what an explosion! Pete had difficulty containing the volume of semen Jason poured into his mouth. Rope after rope hit the back of his throat. Jason’s whole body spasmed, bucked and jerked uncontrollably. He cried out in ecstasy thrusting again and again into Pete’s eager mouth. Once the orgasm was over and he regained control of himself, he reluctantly wiped his cock on his shirt and tucked it away. ‘Come on then, let’s go. Leave the cocksucker to sort himself out.’

‘Yeah, see ya later………cocksucker.’ All the bullies left laughing. Jason turned to look at Pete at the last minute giving him a smile, a wink and the thumbs up. Pete smiled back and nodded. He was fine. After all, he’d just sucked off four fit guys with really nice cocks, and one of them was Jason, on whom he was begging to form a hot crush. They both knew that for all it’s drawbacks the new arrangement had definite benefits for both of them.