Disclaimer: If you should not be here, then why are you here? If you are not eighteen years of age, or if is unlawful to read this wherever you are then please go back. If you are allowed by law to be here I hope you enjoy what you are about to read. Any similarities to actual events or persons are purely coincidental {damn I hope that is how you spell that}. The story you are about to read never happened, but I wish it would have. Not the story itself, but the young man you are about the read about, at any rate I think you, the reader, know what I mean. Anyway hope you enjoy.
Helping Jason
Finally, off work for two long overdue weeks. Actually I don't think it will be that long either, but at any rate I don't have to show up at the store for a while. Over the past three years, it has been one thing after another to prevent me from going on a vacation. Either someone quits, someone's close relative dies, someone's having a baby, or someone breaks a nail. Not this time, I have this time off and I didn't leave it up for discussion. This was going to be a good two weeks for me. I had heard a couple of the others talking about a new bar that opened, that catered mainly to the younger people so I thought I might check it out. It had been too long since I had had the company of a young man, older man, or any man. It was time to get out and put myself back into the scene. Really, what I wanted was the company of a much younger boy, but in these days it was hard to go out and find a thirteen year old without going to prison. Therefore I would settle for the company of a college guy. Hell, I have still not lost the body I had in high school. I was on the wrestling team, played baseball, track team, and still worked out a couple times a week. So I didn't think I would have any trouble finding a young stud to fuck, or for that matter to fuck me.
I had decided that I would go out for a couple drinks tonight just to check out the scene. I got home about seven and went on up stairs to get ready. After getting out of the shower I stood in front of the mirror just to look. My hair was still looking good for my age, I hadn't had the same problem that my father or older brother had. There was a slight graying at the temples, but most people told me it added character. My gray eyes were clear, and I did get a lot of compliments about my eyes. I always kept my moustache and goatee neatly trimmed to frame my white smile. With solid arms and chest covered with fine light brown hairs, though I was hairy I was far from being a bear. My abdomen was not flabby yet I didn't have a six pack either, but I hadn't lost my size 32. Looking in the mirror, I noticed at twenty-nine, I didn't look half bad. "No, you shouldn't have a problem picking up a man or two." I said aloud to myself.
About nine-thirty I was pulling into the parking lot of the bar. I could hear the beat of the music from the truck. After paying the cover I headed straight for the bar and ordered a bourbon and coke. I chose a stool toward the end of the bar so I would be able to watch the door. Half way through my drink was when I spotted him coming in the door. He went to the middle of the bar and ordered himself a drink and was looking around, I could tell that he was on the make. I sat there watching him trying not to be to obvious. He looked in my direction, nodded his head, and flashed a quick smile. After getting his drink, he headed in my direction.
"This stool taken?" He shyly asked. Damn, he was beautiful with his dark brown hair cut short. His eyes seemed to be the color of emeralds that complimented his olive complexion. Wearing a tank top and a pair of Tommy's I could tell he was like zero body fat.
"No, help yourself." I replied.
"Hi, I'm Jon. I don't recall seeing you here before."
"Mark, and no this is my first time."
Giving a quick smile, that showed a dimple on his left cheek, "You waiting on someone?"
We sat there and chatted about nothing really. I did find out that he was a nurse, and lived in a basement apartment about a block from where I lived. After three games of pool, and getting along really well, we left to go to my place. We had stopped off at the store to get some bourbon and some coke. Since neither of us had to work tomorrow we was in no hurry. When we go to my place, I had just got the door closed when he came up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. His tongue easily parted my lips and we were in a hot embrace. Breaking it and backing away he apologized for being so forward. Since it didn't bother me I returned the favor. After that I guided him to the overstuffed sectional sofa and made us a drink each. We sat a talked through three drinks before either of us ever brought up anything sexual. It was a good time, and though I did want him, I was going with the flow.
"Mark, what is it about you? I mean I want to have sex, but at the same time I don't want you to stop talking. It is like I have known you forever."
"Strange I feel the same way too."
Leaning over he kissed me again, and this time it did not stop. Our tongues wrestled for control. He slowly began to un-button my shirt, and started to kiss my neck. "We need to stop, or somebody......" He shut me up by kissing me on the lips again. We both stood up and I took his hand and led him to the bedroom and my king-size waterbed.
He was standing there nude and I could not stop looking at his perfect body. He was a size 30 and had no hair on his chest or stomach. We lay down and met in the middle. With me on my back hi started kissing at my forehead, down to both eyes, and back to the mouth. Reaching my neck he circled around to both ears. Down my chest to my hard nipples, he gently sucked them. Down to my nine inches of cut dick he circled the head with his tongue to get the pre cum dripping from it. He then took the entire shaft in his mouth. I could feel the head going down his throat, and he worked the muscles to make it feel hotter.
I moved his head off me and he rolled onto his back and I did the same thing he had just done to me. When I got to his big man meat, I licked the shaft of it before I took him inside my mouth. All eight inches deep into my mouth. I sucked it like a child on a lollipop. I then moved to his balls, taking each one into my mouth, and then both. I slowly moved his legs up to allow me to get to his love shoot. His manly musky scent drove me wild. I tongue fucked him for a long time, while he was moaning, and playing with his hot member. I moved back to his hot dick, and positioned myself so we were both sucking the other. Since it had been a while with no jacking off or sex I was about ready to explode. His balls began to tighten and I knew he was ready to cum. We both came at the same time, filling the others hungry mouth with our love cream. His eight shots of cum satisfied my hunger for the time being, and he swallowed all I had to offer. Moving back up in the bed we shared another kiss and tasted our combined cum.
After our after glows wore off we got out of bed and headed back to the living room for another drink and to go out to the hot tub room I had had installed last year. Wearing robes we took our drinks to the sliding glass door leading to the deck. Upon turning on the light and stepping through, I stopped in my tracks. I could not believe what I was seeing; lying on a lounger was a small child. With some caution I approached the boy. We both leaned over, one on either side, to try to wake him and find out whom he was. I shook him gently and he jumped, with a start, he tried to get up and run, but fell back on the lounger. That was when I noticed the black eye.
"Who are you?" I questioned. He just sat there looking afraid. "Jon go in the house and call the police please."
"No........they will make me go back there........she will kill me this time." The boy shouted.
"Who will kill you, what happened."
"My mother, she hates me, she tried to kill me." With that the boy collapsed in uncontrollable sobbing.
We finally got the boy inside and sitting on the couch between us. I could tell that the boy had not had a bath lately, and there was blood on his shirt. Jon went up to start a bath for him, while I stayed with him and tried to find out something. He just kept saying the same thing he had already said, and I figured he was in shock.
"Ok my name is Mark and this is Jon. He got you a bath ready, so lets go in there and take a bath and try to calm down ok? We are not going to hurt you, but you have to trust us."
"Please mister, don't call the police, and I will trust you."
"A bath is not calling anyone."
Getting him to the bathroom and in better light, I need a lot of light in the bathroom; I was shocked at what I saw. Not only was there a black eye, but also his lip was swollen badly. I tried to slowly remove his shirt, and he winced in pain. There were bruises all over his back, and Jon said he looked like he had a couple of broken ribs from the swelling on his side. After he got into the tub, I took his threadbare clothes straight to the trashcan. I had some clothes that might fit him that my nephew leaves here for when he visits. The remainder of the night was spent trying to get some sort of information out of him, and after he went to sleep trying to figure out what to do.
Around four AM, "Jon I am real sorry about all this, and I can understand if you never want to visit my side of hell again."
"Mark, if you don't care, I am not going anywhere. I really do like you and would like to spend more time with you."
That alone brought a tear to my eye, and Jon embraced me. During all of this, any chance of getting, or maintaining, a buzz was gone, but I kept on trying. We finally decided to try and get some sleep, but that would not come either. Over the course of the next three days, I made a lot of progress in the mystery. Even though Jon had to work after all, he called every chance he got, and after work he came straight over here. Finding out the child's name was Jason, his mother beat him whenever she got drunk, which was a lot, we tried to make him comfortable. Jon had been able to get some painers from an old script from a back injury, and that helped Jason deal with the pain, and kept him knocked out a lot too. That was a good time for me and Jon to make love.
On the fourth day, I had had enough and decided it was time to do something. "Jason, we need to talk seriously now. I need to know all I can so I can try to get some help."
Crying, he broke down and told me everything. I then got on the phone and called my lawyer to find out, legally, what could be done. Jon got there just as I got off the phone, and I told them both what I had found out. I could be charged with kidnapping, and if pressed I could go to jail for a long time. Jon wanted to talk privately for a bit so we went to the bedroom. When we got back to the living room Jason was gone. We searched all through the house, the back yard, and he was no-where to be found. We then went out and got into Jon's truck and started looking. We spent the next several hours going down every side street in town, but this turned up nothing.
During the next week, we spent a lot of time looking here and there, places children might go. Every morning I searched the papers for the worst news, and everyday Jon was checking the goings on of the ER form the previous night. All I could do was worry about Jason, wondering if he went back home to that fucking bitch mother of his. The not knowing was the worst.
That night when Jon got home, he found me crying on the sofa. All he could do was sit with me and hug me. Being a nurse, he had a soft spot for children himself, and I knew he was worried as well. We were about to go to bed when we heard a sound out back. We both ran to the door, both knowing it was Jason coming back. We tore open the sliding glass door only to be faced with a raccoon. Shocked and disappointed we went up and showered and went to bed.
We held each other tight and kissed deeply, our passions exploded. Over the past week nothing had happened between us. Jon had moved some of his things in, and with all that had happened we just let our love exist. From the first kiss, I knew I had found the man I would spend the rest of my life with. Moving from my lips, Jon went directly for my throbbing cock. Jon was hotter than a two-dollar pistol that night. He sucked me for what seemed like two hours, he knew, and still knows, how to use his hot mouth. Jon moved slowly to my balls kissed them, licked them, sucked them, and then went for my waiting hole. We did not take time for any lube; he used spit to wet his man meat and went all the way in one shot. To feel his pounding inside me drove me wild. I was bucking, moaning, and almost screaming. Every time his rod hit my prostrate, it brought me closer to heaven. I could feel his big cock getting bigger and I knew he was ready to blow his hot spunk. He pulled out of me as the first shot of his love juice hit me on the chin. Then left a trail going all the way to my own member. He moved around in the bed and began licking at my chin, taking all of his cum. When he got to my dick, he engulfed the length of it again. His finger found my hole and he finger fucked me and brought me to the edge. Stepping over that cliff, falling into the sea. He swallowed all ten of my spurts, and sucked me till I was totally dry. We then drifted away into the dark of sleep.
Getting up first, I went to the bathroom, and then down to make coffee. As the Folgers was brewing I went out to get the paper. As I got back to the kitchen, Jon was pouring us both a cup from my Bunn coffee maker. I opened the paper, dropped it, and collapsed sobbing.
"Baby, what is it?" Jon ran to me. "Mark, what the matter, talk to me"
I pointed to the paper I had dropped. The lead story was about teen abuse and death. There was a picture of Jason, one of his last school pictures. The story went on to say that he was found in a dumpster a block from the house that he shared with his mother and two other brothers and one sister. The mother had been taken into custody, and the children will be taken into foster care after being treated at the hospital for many things.
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