Someone Like Jason Copyright Alex Carr 2009
My regular fuckin's during the time Ned employed me to help with his allotment and plant nursery had become part pf my life scene. I became besotted by the older man who was always a thrill and a joy to be with, to share his fantasies with, sometimes in the potting shed and others in the greenhouse. It could happen at any time of the day, a weekday that is when I worked there. Ned wo0uld just give me that certain nudge on the behind when he wanted me and quite frankly, it had become that I was simply all ass for him and whatever, in fact if a day was missed it didn't seem the same, going back home in the evening unfucked - I would have to wank myself crazy but of course it could never be the same as being and sharing with Ned. But fortunately that rarely happened - Ned had to be sick or something for that to happen. Weekend's were generally okay because Sundays, I nearly always had sex with Danny who always gave me it good - and he didn't do so badly either, let's just say he was always pleased to see me and when he called and I opened the door ,he was always set with a huge hard on, he was thinking what was in store of course, he always thanked me for the things I did with his cock! But come July Danny was off to Holland with his work for a month so I was really missing my Sunday session. So much that I decided to take a run down to the allotment, see if Ned was around, I knew during the busy times he did work occasionally on a Sunday. But I was in for a shock, he was working alright, but opening the door to the allotment hut (I had a key) there was Ned mouth full of cock. The guy was about my age, neither of them seemed to realise I was there they were so into each other, they were both well gone in their thing and with my mind flashing back I remembered how Ned liked me like that, crouched over his head as he enjoyed his garden of Babylon' as he called it, caressing my hanging balls as he took in a full mouth of cock, then rimming my asshole until it was pink and hot for his deep penetration. But today maybe I was out of luck, because this other guy was getting all his attention, and I mean attention because Ned had a prick on him like an oak tree, already to give the fuck I knew him for.. Okay it is not that I felt Ned should stick to only me, we agreed it would always be a no strings attachment, but it still came as a shock, especially as I was all geared up for it, I guess that was taking him for granted so I was learning my lesson. I simply closed the door quietly and went home, in the knowledge that at least I would be getting it again most every day the following week. But that didn't solve the problem for then, I was still hot for it and how! I had built up so much in anticipation of feeling Ned's cock that day I was having a problem to shake off the flame that burned inside, and I knew a mere wank would not suffice, I wanted more, wanted the feel of a good hard stiff cock up my ass. I could resort to what I used to getup to before Ned, before Danny even. When I was just discovering myself, my feelings and leanings, when I used to experiment sticking a screwdriver handle with a bulbous end up me - and sometimes fixing a broom handle to make it static whilst I rammed it in my hole. Wow! To think I did all those things, it is a wonder I didn't do myself a mischief thinking about it! I remember I went through a stage of dressing up in a girl's suspender belt and underwear, squeezing my cock and balls between my legs and pretending my ass hole was a girls pussy. Thinking abo9ut tit I did get some really good sensations and cumings, but that was before I discovered what it was like for real, nothing could ever be a substitute for real live cock, balls and ass, no way - and remembering how I used to suck that screwdriver handle afterwards, seems so crazy now, but it was fine at the time and little old me all by myself used to get up to all sorts of things, and in front of the mirror too, sometimes two or three mirrors, to get different angles of things up me, in my girl's gear, it was all part of growing up and adolescence I guess, something I could never ever do now. But then of course I have the real thing in Danny and Ned. Both different in their approach but equally as thrilling and exiting. Let's face it I was a bloody lucky guy, having two great guys to share with me. But that didn't solve the dilemma I was in today. Me thinking, because I was so horny, that I would return home, take a look around and just see what I could find which may solve my present wanting. I had th9ught about burying a male vibrator in a sex shop, give it a go, Danny had one but we never got around to trying it because all else was satisfactory, but needs must so I stopped at the local private' shop and bought me one. A girl was the assistant, she didn't flicker an eyelid. "This one I hear is particularly good, sir, it 1s very popular, different speeds to for maximum effect, it's called twister and if you buy this one you will get another free." But why would I want too>" "Well, sir, you see - the other is called shagger, has a different movement inside, a subtle difference I think/" I paused to think about it. The girl looked ravishing I was thinking, I was attracted to her, of only... "Of course for the same price I could show you something much better upstairs. Like to see sir, it is coming up my lunch time so I can close shop for an hour. It is Sunday so not so busy today, most have gotten their supplies for the weekend and hopefully enjoying." Wow! She was inviting me to something which already was exiting me. I felt the prominent throb in my jeans to which she saw too and responded: "I think I can please you, Sir, follow me ..." When we got upstairs she told me she felt sorry for me, a handsome guy like me having to resort to sex toys when she could give me the real thing. "But I am gay, it's a guy to guy thing, sorry - and it is just that I am missing my guys this weekend.. "What's your name?" she asked with a very alluring expression, a little confusing when I realised I had this huge hard on swelling underneath my jeans and she was looking! I told her. "Peter, that's a great name, mine's Jason" "Jason? "Yes!" "But you're e a girl?" "Am I, you sure of that?", Jason lifted her (His) sexy skirt and I saw a bundle, and when the panties came down there was revealed proof of her, I mean his masculinity! For a while I was still confused but it was of no consequence later when we got to know each other more, I found out he was like me, a leaning female, meaning we both just took cock but didn't give, and yet, well with Jason that thought seemed to dwindle as I liked what I saw very much, when he revealed himself to me in such a way I could not help but imagine getting up inside him. Discovering each other, me just having tasted his ripe cock, very nice and suck able cock, tasting so good, he squatted over my face on the floor, facing downwards and his legs kneeling each side, I had a close up of great cock and hanging balls, one hanging lower than the other, and great ass too, he smothered himself in cream, it was strawberry flavoured he told me, a new flavour just in and made for great sex. It did! He smothered me, there I was enjoying cock, balls and ass like it was a bo9nus, then he bent down and sucked me off again, big time, I felt myself building - he said for me to fuck him then, give it to him good and hard, I did, he bent over a cushion across a table and I grilled it deep up inside his still cream garnished asshole. It was some experience, having never ever fucked a guy before, it was out of this world, a great feeling as we both came with such fervour. Now I know I can give as well as take, but it had to be with the right guy, someone like Jason.