Hangup

Hangup by Sean M.

Okay, I know it's been awhile since y'all have heard from me but there's a very good reason. And that's what this one is all about. As you may or may not remember from my last experience, I had been getting a lot of hang up phone calls at every hour of the day... every single day.

Well, after having sex with Jason on the Fourth of July, things really began to get intense. The hang up phone calls in the middle of the night quit and were replaced with random visits from Jason.

Tuesday morning, July 5th, was the first time. Only nine hours after we'd first messed around, he was back on my doorstep, banging away at my door. There was no telling how long he'd been there knocking before I finally woke up and let him in. I wasn't wearing anything except for my briefs and was (up until then) dead to the world. I opened the door and there he was. He was still wearing the same pair of blue jeans and had lost the shirt and shoes. He was sweaty and out of breath. His chest glistened in the parking lot lights.

"What are you doing?" I asked, "It's four o'clock in the fuckin' morning".

Jason stepped back from my aggrevation.

"I wanna do it again. But this time I want YOU to fuck ME. I havn't stopped thinking about what happened today and I wanna do it again".

I didn't know what to do. He was so pitiful and was really starved for attention...like a little lost puppy.

"Well come inside and we'll talk". I said, actually wanting to avoid waking up the neighbors.

Jason walked in and sat on the sofa. By the time I had locked the door and turned to walk towards him, he had already unbuttoned his jeans and was stroking his semi hard dick. Of course I couldn't tell this until I got closer.

"Jason, what are you doin'?" I asked.

Jason pulled his underwear back up over his dick and looked down towards his crotch. "I've got to take care of this thing. My nuts are killing me and I need you to help me", Jason pleaded.

"Man it's four in the morning and I've gotta be at work in four hours. I really need to get some sleep", I said, "Sorry".

Jason pulled his dick back out and started jacking off. "I can blow it here real quick. It'll only take a few minutes". He said, still beating away at his dick.

"Can't you do that at home?" I questioned.

"No, it's not the same. I want to suck your dick while I jack-off". Jason whined.

My mind was working. If I'm going to get him out of here the second he shoots off then I'll go through with it and get him out of here. "Okay, but hurry".

I walked over to the sofa and pulled the front of my briefs down to expose my semi-hard dick. Jason turned his body to where his head was hanging off the arm rest of the sofa. I moved towards his face and hung my meat at his mouth. He began stroking his dick faster and faster. His stomach flexed as he rose up to take my dick in his mouth. He pulled off my dick long enough to tell me to pinch his tits. I did. I was gently pinching them between my index finger and thumb. My dick was going really deep into his throat. He mumbled something. I pulled out to ask him what he said. He said, "go deeper". I put the head of my now hard dick in his mouth and began fucking his face. His hand was a blur as I slammed my hips into his cheek bones. He reached back with his free hand and pulled me over onto him. My legs were in mid air and my dick was buried into his lungs. I was wanting to get off now and there was no stopping me. As I plunged into his throat, he kept reaching up to pull me in deeper. I was pounding this kids face and only rising up long enough to let him catch his breath. He was still violently torturing his dick with no end in sight. He grabbed my hand that was busy pinching his nipples and pressed my thumb and finger together tighter as if to say, "pinch harder!!!" I began torturing his nipples until I was stabbing my fingernails into them. I was getting an incredible sensation in my nads from the feeling of his tonsils on the head of my dick and the sight of my fingernails digging into his dark smooth nipples. I was close to the edge and had no idea where this burst of energy/lust had come from. I just kept going and going. Until I was coming and coming. I noticed his legs tensing up and sticking straight out. He was getting close to having an orgasm and I wanted to blow my seed first. I concentrated more on myself and began taking longer and longer thrusts into his throat.

Within seconds, I felt it. I tensed up and dove as deep as I could into the pits of his esophagus. I blew my wad and he swallowed it whether he wanted to or not. I was exhausted.

As my orgasm stopped, I watched as he began pumping his hand faster up and down his rod. The vibrations on my dick from his moans tickled and caused more cum to flood his mouth. Just then, the first explosion of seed flew out across his chest. Followed by another, then another. His suction on my dick relaxed and he was happy.

"Oh, fuck man. That was great!" Jason breathlessly said.

"Yeah, that wasn't too bad". I replied.

I looked over at the time on the VCR. It was 4:45 and I was thinking about my bed. I wanted to crash so hard that I pretty much told him to leave. He stood by the door as if he was wanting a goodbye kiss. I opened the door and let him walk out. He paused inside the door facing and waited. I closed the door on him and he was gone. In what seemed like seconds, I was back asleep and my alarm was going off. It was 6:50 and I had to get ready for work.

All during the day, I worried about Jason visiting at all hours and never leaving me alone. Even when Mr. Frasier was bitching me out about not answering my phone yesterday, my mind was on Jason. Around lunchtime, I was sitting at the break table thinking about the whole situation. Last night was the first night I hadn't got the hang-up phone calls. Jason was at the apartment and no one called and hung up.

The hang-up phone calls started shortly after I first did something with Kris. Kris told Jason about what we'd done that night after Kris and I had sex. I was about 99% sure it had been Jason calling and I was pissed. He woke me up last night. I'm miserable as hell today. And he caused me to have to turn the phone off and get bitched out by my boss. I was fuming.

By the end of the day, my head was aching from the lack of sleep. I went directly home. This time I was quiet when I pulled into my parking space. I was afraid I might get Jason's attention and he'd be at my side wanting more sex. I tiptoed up the stairs and cautiously looked towards my apartment door to see if he was anywhere near. The coast was clear. I walked as fast as I could (without running) and opened my front door. When I got inside, I froze.

The stereo was on and there were clothes lying all over the floor. I recognized my roommate Drake's shoes in the hallway and then I noticed another pair of shoes. They were Jason's.

"Fuck", I thought as I quietly closed the front door.

I crept down the hallway and stood next to Drake's room. I paused long enough to see if I could hear anything. There was silence. As I began to walk towards my bedroom, I heard a slap. It sounded like someone clapping their hands. I moved back to listen some more. I was dying to see what was going on but didn't want to run the risk of having to join in. I tiptoed into the bathroom and grabbed my dental mirror. It is about six inches long and has a mirror on the end that's about the size of a nickel. I went back to Drake's room and got down on my hands and knees. I stuck the mirror under the door and began positioning it to see if I could see anything. I couldn't. There was no one on the bed or floor so I moved the mirror to look around the room.

My head was pounding and I was about to give up and go take a nap when I finally caught a glimpse of a naked ass. From what I could tell, Drake had tied Jason up inside his closet and was spanking his ass. They must have been doing this for a while cause Jason's cute little ass was as red as a stop sign. I then focused on something sticking out of his ass. It looked to be the end of a dildo or something. Drake was ramming it up in his ass and still spanking his right cheek during the penetration.

Suddenly, I heard Drake tell Jason to hold it inside him while he went to take a piss. I jumped up and shoved the mirror into my pocket. Before Drake opened the door, I was in my room. Drake walked past my door and darted into the bathroom. I could see him in my dresser mirror standing in the bathroom trying to take a piss with his boner. On his way out, he saw me on my bed.

Drake ran into my bedroom and was smiling. "Shit, you're not going to believe this..." Drake said in a whisper. "That Jason kid came back over today around 2. He told me he wanted me to tie him to the bed and fuck him". I've got him in my room tied up in the closet and blindfolded. You wanna come in and fuck him?" I smiled and gave an expression of disbelief. "Nah, my head is killing me".

"Well I'll leave the door open and if you want I'll move away from him and you can take a jab at him". Drake said, still massaging his dick to keep it hard.

"Hey", I whispered. "I'm almost certain Jason is the one that's been calling and hanging up".

"You serious?" Drake answered.

"Yeah, he came by this morning around 4am and did the phone ring at all?"

"Hmmm, that little fucker. I ought to go back in there and kick his ass". Drake said, still pounding his rod.

"No, just give him what he wants and then some. I might be in there in a few minutes if my headache goes away". I whispered, massaging my temples.

Walking towards the door, Drake turned and whispered, "Well come on, I'm not untying him for a long time".

Drake disappeared into the hallway and back into his room. Now I could hear their conversations alot more clearly.

I stretched and finally began to relax on my bed. Each time I felt myself dozing off, I would be startled by the slap of Jason's ass. I was listening to them telling each other what they wanted to happen.

When I realized I was not going to get to take a nap, I was pissed. Not only is Jason responsible for me being tired, he was also keeping from catching up on sleep now. I stood up and pulled my shirt off. I kicked my shoes off and walked towards Drake's room in my socks. Before I got to the door, I stopped and peeked around the door facing and into his room. The sight was something else. Drake was standing up behind Jason. His legs were bent as he was trying to maneuver his dick up Jason's ass, hands free. Drake was holding onto the folding closet doors for leverage and was having little luck.

The radio on the floor next to Drake's bed was on the same radio station that was playing in the living room. So it was noisy enough to where I couldn't be heard. Once inside the room, I flagged Drake down by waving my hands. Drake finally turned to me and smiled, raising his eyebrows. I looked down to see Drake's dick sliding up inside Jason's asshole. It looked incredibly erotic. I walked back out of the room and took my clothes off. When I walked back into the room, Drake pulled out and began spanking him some more. I squeezed some K-Y out on my already hard dick and prepared to fuck Jason.

"You want me to fuck you some more?" Drake asked.

"Yeah, man. It feels good". Jason grunted between ass slaps.

Drake popped him once more on the ass before I got into place. Drake was right next to me. I grabbed Jason's hips with both hands as Drake guided my dick towards his hole. The head was poised right at his opening so I let him have it. After several thrusts, I was ramming him without mercy. The mixture of lust and aggrevation had turned me into a high powered fuck machine. I was fucking the hell out of him and he was beginning to wince in pain. The K-Y had soon worn off and he was telling me (Drake)to put more on. Drake grabbed the tube of K-Y and tried handing it to me. I shook my head "no" and continued assaulting his little boy butt.

"Please, it's hurting". Jason screamed.

I looked at Drake and mouthed, "Say something".

Drake looked lost then said the funniest thing.

"Shut up you Goddamn queer little nympho, you wanted to get fucked now take it as I give it. I ought to cut your little dick off and shove it up your ass, you miserable little piece of white trash".

I almost lost it. I never knew how hard it was to fuck someone (especially when they're tied up in a closet) and try to keep from laughing.

I was grimacing with pleasure as his ass lips began to heat up around my jolting cock.

After at least two to three hundred thrusts, I reached around and began pinching the hell out of his nipples.

Jason twisted his body trying to move away and cried, "Don't do that. They're sore".

This only made me pinch harder. I kept increasing the amount of pressure I was inflicting on his boy nipples until I thought he was producing milk. I kept on for a few more minutes until I felt the urge to come. I let go of his nipples and grabbed him on top of his shoulders. When I looked up at my fingers digging into his shoulders, I noticed there was blood on my thumbnails. "Ooops", I thought. "Oh, well".

I was fucking upwards, sideways, and downwards. I really started pounding him quickly in and out when I finally started to cum. I kept it inside as I dispensed my heavy load inside his rectum. I pulled out and my dick went limp. Drake stepped into place and soon, Jason was taking another ass fucking. Jason was no longer standing up but was hanging from the ropes tied to the clothes rod.

"Stand up, you little shit!!" Drake yelled as he plunged his dick inside Jason.

"I can't, my legs are too weak".

With that, Drake pulled out, slapped him on the ass again and motioned for me to help him slide his bed over to the closet. I did and Drake picked up Jason's legs and put them on the end of the bed. Drake then picked up the huge dildo that I'd never seen before and handed it to me. I pressed the end of the rubber dick up to his red puckered asshole and pushed the first three inches in. Jason didn't even notice. He was worn out and litterally didn't want anymore. I kept on fucking him with the dildo as Drake jacked off. I was watching for Drake to cum so I could pull out the dildo when he shot off.

Drake began nodding his head and when I noticed he was about to shoot, I pushed it in as far as I could, making Jason gasp. I quickly pulled it out after Drake had already shot several drops onto Jason's ass.

Drake fell back onto the bed as I stood up onto the floor. Jason's head was drooping down towards the floor as his arms still stretched to the closet rod. "Hey aren't you gonna make me cum?" Jason moaned.

"No, I'm tired. You and Sean kept me up this morning and I want to get some sleep". "Well untie me then". Jason pleaded.

"No, I'll let Sean untie you when he gets home. Then he can get some before he unties you". Drake said, slapping his inflamed ass one last time before walking out of the room.

"My nads are killing me. Untie me!!!" Jason yelled.

I was a little concerned about the neighbors hearing him now that he'd increased the volume of his screams. I walked over and grabbed a pair of Drake's underwear and shoved them in his mouth.

I walked back out of the room and closed the door. I could still hear his muffled cries as Drake and I sat down on the sofa drinking beer.

"That was perfect", Drake said.

"You ain't lying, man. That little fucker. I know it was him calling and hanging up. There's nobody else that would've done that".

Around 7:30, I walked back into Drake's room. It was pitch black in there so I switched on the light. The first thing I noticed was how red Jason's ass was. Drake had overdone it a little. The next thing I saw was dried cum streaks from his ass to the backs of his knees. I walked over to Jason and untied the blindfold that was around his eyes. Then I pulled the underwear out of his mouth. Jason had fallen asleep and was a little groggy.

"How we doin in here?" I asked.

"Shit man. Sore as hell and wanting to get outta here".

"Well I'm kinda horny". I said, sounding as serious as I could.

"Please don't. My hands are killing me. Please untie my wrists and let me down". Jason pleaded some more.

"On one condition". I replied.

"What's that". Jason exhaustedly said.

"That you never call here again and hang up when we answer".

Jason raised his voice, "What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. I know you've been calling and hangin' up on us. Admit it".

"But I haven't". Jason replied.

"Bullshit. Either admit it or hang there the rest of your life". I said.

"Really, I haven't".

I picked up one of Drake's belts and swung it over Jason's red swollen ass cheeks. "Admit it!!!"

"OUCH!!! Okay I did and I'll never do it again!!!", Jason screamed, "Just let me down so I can go!!!".

I untied his wrists and let him down. Jason laid there on his side for several minutes rubbing his wrists and trying to pop his aching back.

"And don't come back over here either...unless we call you or tell you to come over. Got that?" I sternly said.

"Okay, I wont". Jason said, picking up his underwear.

Soon Jason was dressed and was gone. Drake and I ate dinner and talked about today's events. My headache had vanished and I was getting my clothes ready for tomorrow when someone knocked on the door.

Drake went to the door and opened it. It was Kris.

"Is Sean here?" Kris asked.

"Hey man, come on in". I shouted across the room.

Kris didn't budge. "I better not. I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for the phone calls".

"We've already taken care of that. You seen Jason?" I asked.

"Uh... yeah. His Mom had to take him to the emergency room tonight".

I felt all the blood rush from my head as I looked over at Drake, wide-eyed.

"What?"

"Jason told me what y'all did and that he was shitting blood. I told him not to tell his Mom what happened and he said he wouldn't but I think he may have".

I suddenly saw a jail sentence over my head. "We just did that to teach him a lesson. Well when did they leave?" I asked.

"I don't know. Several hours ago. When they were getting into the car, Jason was crying and his Mom looked pissed".

I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. "Well call us when you hear from him.

Kris stepped back from the door and said, "I really just came by to tell you I was sorry for calling and hanging up and I'll never do it again".

I felt terrible. Scared and terrible. I couldn't get mad at Kris from the fear of getting into even more trouble. Kris seemed to be on our side and I didn't want to mess that up.

Around 11:30, the phone rang. It was Kris.

"Hey Sean, what's up?" Kris asked.

"Not much, have you heard from Jason?"

"Yeah, he's sitting right next to me".

"Can I talk to him?"

"Yeah, hang on".

I heard the sounds of rustling and a slight giggle. "Hello?" Jason answered.

"Hey man, how are you?" I asked, very concerned.

"Fine, how are y'all?"

"Bad. What'd the doctor's say?"

I heard the phone mute for a few seconds then the sound of laughter.

Jason cleared his throat and yelled, "Scared ya didn't we!!!!??" and hung up the phone.

I sat there holding the phone in my lap. I was so relieved that I couldn't get mad. I finally hung up the phone and told Drake the news.

I went to bed and slept like a log.