Jason’s Journey

The workshop really wasn’t his favourite place and it wasn’t going to make any difference how many hours he spent with his head under a car bonnet or standing in the pit inspecting a chassis, he just knew he was never going to be a mechanic. And therein lay his problem. At seventeen his father expected him to follow him into the family business which unfortunately for Jason was car repair and maintenance, along with a small second-hand car dealership that sat alongside the auto-repair shop. The business did well, employing four full time mechanics and June, a forty-something widow who ran reception and admin. It was the biggest garage of its type for several miles around and had an unequaled reputation for excellence and honesty. Despite all that, Jason simply wasn’t in the least interested in any job where he got filth and grease and oil all over himself every day. He hated feeling dirty all the time and spent so much time at the end of each day trying to clean the crap out from under his finger nails that his colleagues had started to make fun of him. Frank wasn’t unaware of his sons dislike of his inheritance but was determined that he would at the very least have an understanding of it. What Jason did like, and what he excelled at was car sales. His good looks, pleasant demeanour and personality along with an ability to, as his dad put it, ‘sell sand to Arabs,’ made him a natural salesman and the increasing number and value of the cars sold off the forecourt once he was allowed out there was not something Frank could ignore.

One Saturday afternoon he was just leaving his office and heading to his car when he overheard Jason talking to a potential customer about a Ford Cortina that had just arrived on the sales forecourt. It was one of the most expensive cars they had yet tried to sell, and Frank had only bought it at the auction because of his sons encouragement and enthusiasm. ‘Go on Dad give it a go. I could sell that I know I could.’ Frank had hesitated. ‘We talked about getting some better stock, moving more upmarket. Let me have a go with this one Dad. It’s a cracking motor. We could make a few bob on it.’ And so Frank had relented and bid for and purchased the Ford. Now here he was two days later, listening to his son selling it for almost three times what he had paid for it.

‘So to sum up Mr Travis it’s big enough for your wife and two children, the bodywork is immaculate, the engine is more than powerful enough to pull your caravan and it has all the extras you were looking for including a radio-cassette player, chrome fittings and a vinyl roof. Add to that it’s low mileage and six months warranty……..well, I think you’ve found the car you were looking for don’t you?’ Jason turned his thousand watt smile on Mr Travis’s wife who was sitting in the front passenger seat. ‘And from the lovely smile on your good lady’s face I’d say she likes it too.’

Mrs Travis blushed under Jason’s gaze and offered him her hand to help her exit the vehicle. As she did so she ‘accidentally’ stumbled and fell against Jason. One hand grabbed his bum the other came to rest on the rounded muscle of his chest as she steadied herself. As she regained her footing she gave his buttock a firm squeeze and at the same time pinched his nipple through his shirt between her finger and thumb. ‘Yes dear,’ she trilled, ‘the young man’s right, I do like it. I like it a lot.’ As she stepped away from him she cheekily brushed her hand against the bulge at his crotch. ‘And I think it’s worth every penny the dear boy is asking for Mark. I’m looking forward to having my first ride.’ She spoke directly to Jason, making it very clear that she was telling her husband to pay for more than the car.

Frank walked away leaving his son to complete the sale, confident that the risk he had taken had paid off and having decided to invest in more upmarket and newer vehicles over the next few weeks. As he drove home he had time to think about Jason and his future within the business. He couldn’t help but smile as he thought about how obvious it was to everyone who worked at the garage that Jason hated the filth and grime of the workshop. But give the lad his due, he’d stuck at it and was half way to becoming a decent mechanic, albeit a reluctant one. No, thought Frank, the lads better off on the forecourt, that was where he would shine and be of greatest benefit to “Lord & Son”. His decision on his son’s future made Frank settled back and enjoyed the rest of the drive home.

Back at the garage, Jason was indeed finalising the sale of the Ford. Mr Travis had written his cheque for the full amount and Jason had organised a full service and valet before delivery. They would have their new car by the end of the week. ‘What time on Friday would be convenient Mr Travis?’ Jason was keen to avoid delivering the car when Mrs Travis might be alone in the house.

‘The wife’s away this weekend and I’ll be busy all morning, so if you get it to me at about three to three thirty that would be grand.’ Inwardly, Jason heaved a sigh of relief. Paperwork complete, he shook hands with his satisfied customers and escorted them off the forecourt. Mrs Travis was constantly flirting and embarrassing Jason and in the end her husband was forced to say something to her. ‘Mavis love, as good looking and attractive as young Jason here is, I think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough with him for one day don’t you? I think he’s made it quite obvious that your not his type. Isn’t that right young man?’ He flashed a smile at Jason and whilst his wife wasn’t looking, winked at him. Jason thought it best just to smile thinly and gave an almost imperceptible nod. ‘Well thank you for your help. I look forward to Friday.’ Mr Travis shook Jason’s hand and then held it for slightly longer than was necessary, sliding his fingers across the younger mans palm as he turned away.

Jason was left hot and confused. What was that all about? The discomfort and panic he was beginning to feel at Mrs Travis’s advances had been replaced by a feeling of excitement. His stomach was full of butterflies, thousands of them, and his dick was uncomfortably hard and confined in his tight briefs. He could still feel the touch of the other mans hand on his and the smile and wink he had given him were etched into his memory where they were being constantly replayed. The fact that Mr Travis was clearly fit and trim under his suit and that he was no more than thirty years old with a very appealing face excited him even more. Jason hadn’t had sex with a man yet but he knew it was what he wanted, his heart beat raced at the thought of what might happen when he delivered the Ford on Friday.

When he got home Jason was forced to listen as his father told him what the next few years held for him with regards to his career. He was informed that although he would still train to be a motor mechanic that would only take up one, perhaps two days of his week dependant on how busy the garage was. The main focus of his attention given his natural aptitude for it would be on developing the car sales side of the business. To this end Frank wanted him to check other car sales forecourts in the area, compare them with theirs and present him with a business plan as to how to make changes and improve the service and offer they currently had. His aim was for Lord & Son to be acknowledged as the premier secondhand car dealership within a fifty mile radius. Jason sat and listened knowing better than to argue. What he wanted out of life was of no import to his father. He had tried talking to him about a conversation he had had a few weeks previously with one of his father’s business associates, Anthony Barnes.  He owned an advertising and modelling agency with offices in Manchester and London and had been very taken with Jason given that he was over six feet tall with the body of an athlete and the looks that made people quite literally stop and stare. The fact that he was totally unaffected by his attractiveness and was unaware that most women and more than a few men found their heart beat and temperatures raised when they were in his company only added to his appeal. Anthony had offered to give Jason a twelve month contract to see how things went, his reasoning being that they would know within that time whether or not he had a future in the industry. But Jason’s dreams didn’t fit in with the plans Frank had for him and so they had died along with another small piece of Jason’s soul.

Later that evening he was with Pete snug in the protection of a wall in a field far from anyone enjoying an illicit cigarette or two. They often met at the end of the day to chew over what had happened in their respective lives and to help each other cope with families and situations they were struggling with. Their relationship had grown much closer after Jason had rescued Pete from the neighbour who had been abusing him. Shocked at the depth of emotion he had felt upon discovering the torment his friend was being subjected to Jason decided to put a stop to the bullying he was enduring at school. He ended the ‘face fuck boy’ agreement that had been running for almost twelve months by then and made it plain to all members of the elite club that Pete was out of bounds. No explanation was ever given as to why he took this action except to his father who, inevitably was not happy that his son had taken it upon himself to become the school wimp’s bodyguard. Jason’s mum was the only person he ever told about Pete’s abuse, so although his father never truly understood his sons reasons for wanting to protect the weaker boy, thanks to his mum’s support he let the subject rest. The two boys became firm friends from then on relying on each other for the trust, understanding and in Pete’s case love they didn’t receive at home. It was an innocent friendship in that although both felt a physical attraction for the other nothing would ever happen between them. Once Jason had received his initial blow job from Pete along with the other three members of the elite club, he never asked for another. Their favourite times together were when Pete could lay back against Jason with the latter’s arms holding him safe. Taking their relationship further wasn’t discussed although both would regret it later.

‘I just grabbed the baseball bat, stood in front of Bob and told him if he touched him again I’d smash his face in.’ Pete was describing the earlier fight her had had with his dad over his dog.

‘Fuck….’ Jason laughed, ‘I would’ve loved to have seen his face. And he backed down?’ Pete nodded. ‘fuckin ‘ell mate, perhaps you should have threatened him before. I told you he was just a fuckin bully didn’t I? They’re always the same, fight back and the cowards run away.’ Pete’s face was split wide by one of those day brightening smiles that Jason loved so much. His friend was happy therefore he was happy.

‘So come on tell me about your dad’s plans. I’m guessing they don’t involve Manchester or London?’ Jason’s happy bubble was burst and as he recounted his conversation with his father to Pete, his shoulders slumped, his head fell forward and he began to fiddle nervously with his fingers. By the time Jason had told his friend what the next few years had in store for him Pete could see the upset and frustration that was consuming him.

‘He’ll be wanting me to settle down and get married next Pete. How the fuck am I going to cope with that?’  He jumped to is feet, reached down and taking hold of Pete’s arms pulled him up too. ‘Let’s run away Pete. I can get that job with Mr Barnes, we can find something for you to do, we’d manage. God…that’d be great wouldn’t it? Just me and you, no shit, no one telling us what to do.’ His face was flushed with the excitement of possible escape. His eyes looked pleadingly at Pete who slowly shook his head….

‘Jay we can’t go, just like that. For a start we’re too young and can’t get jobs without permission from our parents. And what would we live on? For that matter where would we live?’ He put his hands on Jason’s shoulders. ‘I’d love to run away with you Jay but we’re not kids anymore and it’s just a fantasy. Look at me Jay. Look at me…’ By force of will he compelled Jason to lock his deep brown eyes with his sparkling blue ones. ‘For now you have to do what’s expected of you. We both know you have no choice. Surely it won’t be that bad?’

‘No, it can’t be that bad can it?’ Jason thought of the dreams he would never see, all the hopes he harboured would founder. He would live the life expected of him and smile. But for how long could he keep up the lie?

The week passed quickly as Jason began the job of planning improvements for the forecourt. A trip to the car auction with his father had been the highlight where they had purchased a further eight more upmarket and therefore expensive vehicles. Despite his simmering resentment Jason enjoyed choosing the cars they would bid on and had fun when his father let him do the actual bidding in the auction room. He began to think that perhaps life might not be so onerous after all. By Friday morning he was feeling much more optimistic about the future and when the time came to deliver the Ford Cortina to Mr Travis he had a spring back in his step. He pulled up on the drive of the modern three bedroomed detached house and walked briskly to the front door. He noticed that everything about the house was immaculate. The lawn had perfect stripes, no weeds were allowed in the flower beds. The paintwork on the window and door frames was spotless, as was every pane of glass visible to him. He pressed the doorbell and waited; it was opened quite quickly by Mr Travis whose state of dress threw Jason totally off balance. He was wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped round his waist with wet hair and water running off his exposed well-toned body. ‘Hi Jason, please come in. You’ll have to excuse me I’m running late and as you can see I’ve just got out of the shower.’ He ushered Jason into the hall and from there led him into the large kitchen. ‘Tea? Coffee? Or would you like a beer?’

Gathering his wits and trying not to look at Mr Travis’s trim physique Jason stood awkwardly to one side of the kitchen, ‘I’m not quite old enough to drink yet Mr Travis, so coffee please.’ He folded his hands over his crotch to hide the tent he was pitching. ‘The car’s fully serviced and I valeted it myself. As agreed it’s got half a tank of petrol. So it’s all ready to go…’ Jason was talking in the hope that doing so would take his mind off the half-naked man in front of him and allow his semi-erect penis to soften.

‘Call me Mark, and I won’t tell if you don’t.’ he handed Jason

 a bottle of beer from the fridge and a glass to pour it into. Taking the bottle and glass meant that Jason had to move his hands away from the front of his trousers, and the close proximity of the towel clad man he was finding so appealing and the touch of his fingers against his own made the bulge he was trying to hide all the more prominent. Mark glanced down, took note of Jason’s predicament then smiled at him. ‘Why don’t we go into the lounge.’ He walked into the comfortably furnished room and indicated that Jason should sit on the sofa. ‘Why not take your jacket off and get comfortable.’

‘Er, yes, thanks I will…….Shall I put it over here?’ He pointed to a chair at the back of the room.

‘Here, let me.’ Mark took the jacket hung it over the chair then as he turned back to face Jason he stumbled, almost falling. His towel came loose and when he stood upright again it fell to the floor revealing a circumcised dick with trimmed pubic hair and shaved balls. Jason found his face inches from Mark’s member that was thickening and growing as he looked at it. Neither of them said a word until Mark brought his hand round to his cock, took hold of it and started to stroke back and forward. ‘Do you like what you see?’ Jason sat transfixed, unable to move or speak. His own dick was so hard now that he imagined it would smash through his flies at any moment. ‘You can touch it if you like.’ The tone was coaxing and unthreatening. ‘Or I can go and get dressed and no one need be any the wiser.’

‘N-n-no. Don’t……..’ He brought his arm forward reaching towards the now fully erect member subconsciously registering that the cock he was about touch, his first cock, was no bigger than his own. If anything it was slightly thinner. But this one was circumcised while he wasn’t and he was fascinated at the difference between the two. He couldn’t prevent an involuntary sharp intake of breath when his fingers first made contact with the hard yet somehow soft rubbery helmet. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the end and he collected it onto the pad of his index finger. It was the most natural thing in the world to bring the finger to his mouth and suck the sticky juice off. He had watched Pete suck cock countless times, and liked to think he had picked up some tips while doing so. He wrapped his fist around the hard stalk, amazed at how hot and hard it was. Then he was taking the head into his warm moist mouth. He licked around the helmet poked his tongue into the piss slit. Then he sank down on the pulsing rod until it hit the back of his throat when he had to control his natural urge to gag. He established a rhythm – up/down, up/down. Swirled his tongue around the thicker end and flicked it in a rapid back and forth motion. The hand not guiding the hard dick reached for the tight balls. These were bigger and heavier than his own and Mark groaned louder and more often as Jason pulled and gently massaged them as he increased the suction and speed he was applying to the throbbing cock in his now eager mouth. He felt a hand on each side of his head and before he knew it his face was being fucked as Mark felt his climax approaching. He thrust faster and faster forcing himself further down Jason’s throat.’

‘Yeah, suck my cock man. Suck it hard.’ Jason felt it grow in his mouth, suddenly becoming thicker and harder before, with a loud cry ‘Oh FFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK…………’ Mark poured his seed down Jason’s virgin throat then as he withdrew a little before the second blast erupted from the end of his fuck tool, into the waiting cavity of his mouth. Jason swallowed as much as he could. He loved his first taste of man-juice and was determined not to waste any of it. Too soon, the dick he was enjoying so much became tender and too sensitive to be mouthed and tongued anymore so Mark was forced to withdraw it. At first Jason didn’t move basking in the afterglow of his first man on man sex. As he regained his faculties he realised he had shot his own load in his trousers without once having touched himself and he honestly didn’t care. He looked up at the older man still standing in front of him.

‘Was that okay?’ Mark couldn’t help but give him a big smile.

‘Yes mate, that was bloody good. Thanks.’ He leaned down and kissed him on the lips. ‘What about you young man? Let’s get you sorted.’

‘No, no it’s okay. I came.’ Jason was slightly embarrassed.

‘Yeah I know ya did. I still want you.’ He knelt in front of Jason unfasted his trousers and pulled both them and his underwear and socks off. Then he began to unbutton the shirt kissing licking and eventually biting and sucking Jason’s very responsive nipples. He pushed the very sexy young man back on the sofa and spread his legs wide so that he could have full access to the still straining manhood. He wasted no time taking Jason’s fairly large cock into his mouth and down his throat in one smooth movement. He stopped when his nose was nestling in the hairy bush at the base. He then proceeded to deep-throat the youngster who was soon groaning loudly and twisting and bucking under the expert ministrations of the married man worshipping his cock. In no time at all he felt the imminence of his second cumming and began to thrust his hips up into Marks’s face. When he came it was the most intense orgasm of his life. It came from his toes and fingertips, from the top of his head and the base of his spine. If felt like every single part of him was centred on the end of his dick as it spat rope after rope for Mark to swallow. Once he had finished and Mark felt it was safe to release the spurting hose from his mouth he moved forward and pressed his lips to Jason’s he pushed his tongue forward demanding access to Jason’s mouth and once it had been granted he greedily sought out any of is own cum that might still be there, at the same time pushing Jason’s own juice into Jason’s mouth for him to swallow. Their mouths and tongues fought a duel until both men needed to refill their lungs.

Sitting next to each other on the sofa naked with remnants of their dried cum splattered across their bodies being evidence of their recent activity any embarrassment Jason had felt earlier was now dispelled. He was enjoying being able to relax and let his eyes roam over another man’s body especially a man as attractive as Mark. ‘You okay mate? You look alright sitting there. In fact you look bloody good sitting there.’

Jason chuckled, ‘Thanks. I’m not sure how I feel to be honest. But yes, I’m okay.’ The awkwardness he had exhibited before reared its head again, ‘Can we do it again sometime?’ Having asked the question he now found he couldn’t look Mark in the eye. He didn’t know whether it was because he was embarrassed or because the answer might be no. He felt a hand on his thigh, it moved up to his groin across to his balls. The hand gently teased and played with him. He felt himself responding, thickening. His breathing was becoming shallow again.

‘What do you think? Eh? Do you honestly think I’m going to let you get away now I’ve got you?’ He brought his hand to Jason’s chin and lifted his head up so that he could look at him properly. ‘I’ll let you into a little secret shall I?’ Jason looked at him questioningly. ‘My missus doesn’t know I like blokes and I don’t want her too. I saw the way you reacted the other day when she came on to you. I knew then that you and me could have a good thing between us if we’re careful. Cause you don’t want people to know you like blokes either do you?’ Jason shook his head. ‘Right then what’s to stop us doing this every now and then? I think you’re fit and I love your dick.  I’m pretty sure you like me, so lets just see how we go shall we?’ Jason smiled and nodded. ‘We just need to be bloody careful so no one finds out. So don’t tell anyone. Right? Keep your gob shut – unless I want to put me dick in it.’

They both laughed and Mark’s hand returned to it’s earlier job of caressing Jason’s cock and balls.