Jason and Taylor

The following program contains material suited for a mature audience. If you are not over 18 you should be leaving now. Of course I can't control you and neither can anyone else really. This story is entirely false except for the true parts. This is the fourth segment of this story and I highly recommend reading the first three segments which can be found in the Nifty Archive. And now for our feature presentation. Viewer Discretion is advised...

Jason & Taylor- Segment IV by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

CHAPTER 10

"Mmmm."

"Not so loud, I don't want your dad coming upstairs to make sure nothing is wrong."

"Well then fuck me," Jason whispered, "It's been a whole month since I last felt your cock inside me."

"It's only been 28 days. Besides, it's not my fault I had to stay in the hospital for a week or that I have had finals."

"I know," Jason said as he ran his fingers down my back, "I was really worried about you."

My erect cock nudged the base of Jason's balls. "At least someone was worried about me. You ready?"

"Uh huh. More than you'll ever know. So get that hot pole of yours inside me".

"Hmmmm, okay." My erection found Jason's hole and I slowly applied pressure, trying to ease my way in.

"Let me help." Jason grabbed my butt and pulled me inside.

We moaned simultaneously. Jason from the pain of something wedging his still tight hole open, and I from the tightness of the hole. I moved my lips to Jason's and began kissing him gently. Jason's face was still contorted in pain. "See, that's what you get for hurrying things."

"Better than the teasing you were giving me. At least I can feel your tool inside of me now. But, ummm, could you wait a few minutes for me to adjust?"

"Anything you want babe," I said as I nuzzled his neck, "You tell me when you are ready."

"I will. So you're going home after we are done, huh."

"Yeah," I said as I shifted my position slightly, "My parents want to talk at me before Christmas. But I'll be back for New Year's Eve, even if I have to drive through a nasty blizzard."

Jason groaned slightly as I moved. "If it's snowing heavily I want you to stay at home. I don't want to worry about you driving." Jason ran his fingers up my back tickling me slightly.

"You don't have to worry about me," I replied as I kissed Jason's chest, "I'm a good driver."

"Yeah, you are good driver, especially in bed. But enough talking, it's time to start fucking."

"You sure know how to turn a phrase," I said with a slight laugh, "I take it you are ready?"

"Uh huh. Let's do it."

I started slowly, withdrawing to the ridge of the glans. My memory searched for the technique that had pleased Jason so long ago. With a little trepidation I pushed back into the tight tunnel. A moan escaped from Jason's lips. That wasn't quite the reaction that I was looking for. I altered my position and thrust again. Jason squirmed madly and threw his arms around my back. I repeated my stroke and Jason shivered and twitched. I continued pumping into Jason, and Jason's body began flailing involuntarily. I ran my fingers across Jason's nipples and stopped momentarily. Jason continued his mad flailing for a few moments before he stopped.

"Wha... wha are you doing?" Jason asked breathlessly, "Keep going."

"Teasing you a little more," I said as I thrust back into Jason

Jason groaned loudly as I once again thrust my cock into his hot, and oh so tight opening. His groans rapidly lost what humanity they had and guttural animal sounds emerged from my love. The friction from Jason's tight, tight sphincter was exquisite on the shaft of my penis and I was rapidly nearing the edge. I pulled out to the glans and stopped again. I lowered my mouth to Jason's and kissed him passionately. Jason's tongue flicked across mine rapidly and his eyes opened slowly. I looked into his deep blue eyes and gently broke off the kiss.

"As good as you remembered?"

Jason nodded his head rapidly. I thrust my cock deep into Jason and watched as his eyes closed. His hips left the mattress and he bucked madly. His cock twitched and launched a load of cum onto his chest. I ran my fingers through his seed. It was so slippery and warm. I couldn't resist. I brought my fingers to my mouth and slowly sucked on them. We rested for a few moments, until Jason's eyes fluttered open and he looked at me with a slight smile.

"That was so good. I'm glad you came over before you left.

"We aren't done, babe. Well unless you don't want me to finish."

"Not done? Well get back to work. With all the breaks you take, you must be a union employee."

I slid my softening cock in and out of Jason's twitching hole. My erection quickly hardened and I felt so very aroused. I wiggled my hips and Jason twitched violently. I thrust into Jason again and again. Jason's muscles were all spasming and I felt my cock being drawn deeper and deeper. My strokes increased in speed and Jason let out a loud groan. My balls tightened up and I knew I was close to the pulse pounding pleasure that I knew my orgasm would bring. As I drove into Jason with all the strength I could muster, Jason let loose with an ear splitting scream. His cock spasmed and launched his second load of the day skyward where it splattered against my stomach. I groaned and fired my load deep into Jason's bowels. My heart was racing and I was sweating profusely. I grabbed the towel that Jason had found for us to use. My softening erection slipped out of his hole and I used the towel to clean him up. Jason remained quiet, just staring at the ceiling. There was a knock at the door.

"Jason, are you all right?"

My eyes shot to the door. Jason's dad had heard the scream. Jason's chest was heaving and he was in no condition to answer.

"Um, he's okay Mr. Rawlings, he just got a little, uh, excited."

"That you Taylor?"

"Yeah."

"Didn't see you come in. You two have fun. I'll go listen to some loud music on my headphones so you two can finish up."

"That's all right. We're done here."

"Oh, okay. Well, sorry to disturb you guys."

My arms slid around Jason, and I pulled his quivering mass close. His breathing slowly started returning to normal. I smiled at Jason and left a trail of kisses down his face and across his chest.

"Oh God," Jason moaned, "I'd almost forgotten how great you are in bed. So, uh, when can you fuck me again?"

My fingers traced their way around his torso. "I don't know, how about we make a date for New Year's Eve?"

"Mmmm, okay. It'll have to be in the New Year. My dad is having a party with people from work and I'm expected to be there. Would you be my date for the party?"

"I'll be there with bells on."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I've got to get going though. I have an eight hour drive ahead of me and it's almost 9 am."

Jason leaned close to me and we kissed again. He quickly pulled away and rolled out of bed.

"I haven't given you your Christmas present yet. I don't want you to open it until Christmas day. 'Kay?"

"All right. I put your present under the tree. And you can't open it until Christmas Day."

Jason handed me a small well wrapped box. I smiled as Jason knelt in front of me on the bed. We kissed silently for a moment, savouring our time together. I broke off the kiss.

"I'll see you soon. But you go back to bed, I'll let myself out."

"Why don't you go have a shower? You kinda smell."

"Yeah I guess I do," I said as I stood up and pulled on my underwear and a pair of sweats, "You stay here. I'll come back and say good bye."

"Mmmm, okay."

I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom. A shower was going to feel so good. I turned the water on and stepped into the shower. The warm water ran down my chest and legs before finally hitting the floor of the shower. I shampooed my hair quickly. I dunked my head back into the spray rinsing the soap out of my hair. I quickly soaped down my body removing the dirt and sweat that had accumulated over the past twenty four hours. My hand moved down to my cock and balls removing the lasttraces of the sex I had just shared with Jason. I spun around in the shower slowly removing the soap from my body. The clean smell of the soap wafted towards the ceiling on the steam that the hot shower was generating. I reached down and shut off the water. A big fluffy towel was sitting on the towel rack, with a note tacked to it. Jason had wrote that he thought that I'd need a towel after my shower. I pulled the note off the towel and slowly dried off. I looked in the mirror and smiled. The bruises I had received in the accident were no longer visible. You couldn't even tell that I had been in a serious car accident. I looked around the small room for my clothes but they were gone. Using the towel to protect what little modesty I had, I walked down the hallway to Jason's room.

"Did you take my clothes?" I asked as I walked into the room.

"Yep," Jason replied casually, "I wanted to see you naked one last time before you left."

Jason reached out and pulled the towel away from my body. My soft penis dangled freely over my balls.

"So, you like what you see?" I asked.

"Yeah, I like it a lot. You do realise you are going to have to wear nothing underneath that pair of jeans you brought. You didn't bring any clean underwear."

"Yes I did. There's a pair of boxers in the bag."

"No there isn't," Jason said with a sly smile, "Would you like to borrow a pair of mine?"

"Your underwear would be a little tight, wouldn't it?"

"Not a pair of my boxer shorts. They should fit fine."

Jason tossed me a pair of boxer shorts. They were a light blue silk and smelled slightly of cologne. Jason was sitting on his bed with the comforter pulled up just over his belly button. I smiled to myself. Jason had stolen my underwear. I leaned close to Jason and whispered in his ear, "I want my underwear back when you're done with them."

Jason just smiled at me and kissed me gently. I grabbed the silk boxer shorts and pulled them on. The light touch of the silk against my skin was a massive turn on. I quickly pulled on my jeans to hide my growing hard on. Taking my t-shirt and sweater from the bed I quickly completed dressing. Jason was lying on his side watching me dress intently. I took one last glance at Jason and gave him a hard kiss on the lips before I walked to the door.

"Call me the minute you get back," he said as I turned the handle to the door, "I'll want to see you again soon."

"I will. You have fun with your family. They arrive today right?"

"Yeah. Just my two grandma's are coming. You know they are going to be eager to meet you. Can you call me the minute you get to your parent's house? That way I'll know that you are safe."

"I can do that. I've got my cell phone with me so it won't be a problem. See you New Year's Eve."

I smiled and pulled the door to Jason's room closed and made my way down the stairs. My new Sunfire GT had come in two days ago and I was anxious to take it out onto the highway and see what it could do. The drunk that had totalled my last car had paid my deductible and I had used the insurance money as well as a little of my own to buy my new car. I tossed my duffel bag into the backseat as I slid into the driver's seat. The car turned over easily even though it was -28 degrees Celsius out, but I decided I should give it a chance to warm up. After five minutes of sitting on the driveway with the car idling, I felt that the car was probably warm enough to drive. I backed out of the driveway and headed towards the highway.

The drive home was uneventful. I had to make a gas stop just after I got into Manitoba, but other than that five minute stop, I just kept driving. I arrived home just after 5 pm and was greeted by my father and older brother.

"Welcome home son. Your Mom has prepared a big meal and it's just going on the table."

"Hi Dad, Jacob," I said as I got out of my car, "I've just got to unload the car."

"Come eat first. The meal is getting cold."

I nodded and walked into the house. My mom was puttering around in the kitchen, with my sisters helping. My younger brothers were sitting in their high chairs eating Cheerio's by the handful. I pulled off my boots, and hung my jacket on the banister. I could put my jacket away after I had brought in my suitcases and the presents.

I tickled my little brothers under the chin. They were identical twins and my mom thought it was cute to dress them identically whenever possible. I thought it was dumb, but hey, what did I know? My youngest sister grabbed me by the shirt tail.

"I want you to sit with me, Taylor."

"Okay Brianne. You sure have grown."

Brianne smiled shyly at me and grabbed my hand. She practically dragged me around the table to a couple of chairs. I sat down in the chair that Brianne wanted me to sit in and looked around the table. My parents weren't believers in birth control and our family definitely attested to that fact. In addition to my three brothers I also had three sisters. I was the second oldest of the bunch, with only my brother Jacob older than me. My mom was bringing the last of the dishes to the table as the rest of the family filtered to their chairs.

"So Taylor, what have you been doing?"

"Studying for finals. I've only got five classes left and I get my degree in computer science."

"I don't know why you are taking computer science, Taylor," Jacob said as he dug into the mashed potatoes, "It's such a useless and ungodly topic."

"Well, I like computers Jacob. You know that."

"Yes son, but what good is your degree going to be when you move back out to the farm here to help with the animals?"

"I'm not moving back when I get my degree, Mom. I am going to find a job relating to my degree, probably in Saskatoon."

"We'll talk about that later, Taylor," my dad said as he speared some turkey off the plate.

"Let's talk about it now. Jacob may want to live on the farm here with you guys but I have no intention of doing so."

"Oh well," my mom said not listening to me, "At least with your good marks you can get a degree in Theology which you'll find more useful on the farm here."

"Mom, I'm not going to be getting a degree in Theology. We've already talked about this."

"That's no way to talk to your mother, Taylor."

"What the fuck did I say," I swore accidentally, "I just..."

My dad slapped me across the face. "We do not tolerate language like that in this house."

"I'm sorry," I said, my cheek stinging, "All I'm saying is that I am not going to be getting a degree in Theology. I am not interested in religion."

"Your grandpa left that money for you to get a degree. I'm sure he didn't want you messing around with those computers," My dad said as he shovelled some turkey dressing into his mouth, "He would have wanted you to get a good degree in agriculture or Theology."

I was getting mad. Why wouldn't my parents give up the Theology dream. I hated religion. I didn't go to church, and I had no intention of ever going back. "Grandpa left the trust in my name. The decisions are mine to make, not yours."

"Yes son, but you are making dumb decisions with your grandpa's hard earned money," My mom said as she took a bite of turkey.

"How am I making dumb decisions? I am going to be getting a degree in a field which is expanding and is stable," I said as I swirled my potatoes around on my plate, "I think I am making good decisions."

"Don't talk to mom that way," Jacob piped up, "She deserves your respect."

"Shut up Jacob," I snapped back, "This doesn't concern you."

My dad wound up and smacked me on the back of the head. I glared at him. I was rapidly losing my patience. There was no pleasing these people. I knew I could shut them up though. Just telling them that I was gay would kill all conversation in the house.

"What the fuck was that for?" I yelled at my dad, "This doesn't concern Jacob."

"You watch your language young man," my dad snapped back, "This is a good Christian house and we do not tolerate language like that. If you can't get that through that thick skull of yours maybe you should leave. Just because you are going to college doesn't make you smart. You are dumb son. You are taking something that is going to be useless to you when you move back to the farm and..."

"I am not moving back to the farm after I graduate," I yelled at my father as I stood up, "Get that through your skull. I don't want to live the life you lead. I am not going to have a thousand kids, or an obedient wife. I am going to live in the city, working in a field I enjoy and living my life how I want to live my life."

"Sit down right now Taylor," My father said as he went to grab my arm.

I jerked my arm away and looked at my father. He had fire in his eyes. I had pissed him off. I had gone too far. There was no going back.

"And you want to know what, dad? You want to know why I'm never getting married to some obedient god fearing woman?" I asked as I paused for effect. I wanted this to hurt them as much as they had hurt me, "You really want to know why? It's 'cause I'm gay. I have a boyfriend in Saskatoon that I love and that I enjoy fucking. Oh, and thanks a fucking lot for coming and visiting me when I was in the hospital."

My parents faces showed shocked expressions. My older brother was looking in his lap and my younger siblings had there eyes fixed on me.

"You can't be gay," My dad began, "We raised you to be a good Christian. You are just confused."

My dad grabbed my arm, "You'll be okay when the minister talks to you. And you certainly won't be going back to Saskatoon after Christmas. Being there has turned you against your family"

"No. My family has turned me against my family. I am leaving and I am leaving now."

"Sit down right now Taylor. You'll do as I say," my dad said as he tightened his grip on my arm.

I wrenched my arm out of my dad's grasp and ran for the door. My older brother attempted to stop my flight by getting in front of the door, but he wasn't fast enough. I grabbed my jacket and my winter boots and ran out the door in my stocking feet. On the outer door we had a bracket for a padlock which my parents used when we went away on family vacations. I slammed the bracket closed, effectively preventing exit through the front door. I ran across the yard to my car. The doors were locked and it took me a few seconds to unlock the door. Once I had the door open, I dove into the front seat locking the door behind me. The key slid into the ignition and the car quickly started. I dropped the car into first gear as my dad and brother emerged from the attached garage. My tires spun as they looked for traction and the car lurched forward as they finally caught solid ground. The car fishtailed slightly but I quickly regained control and drove to the approach of the highway. I took one last glance in my rear view mirror at the house where I was raised, the house where I had lived the majority of my life, the house where I was no longer welcome. A tear rolled down my cheek as I drove onto the highway, never to come back again.

The visit home had lasted a whole 45 minutes. I looked at the clock on the stereo and mentally did the math to figure out when I would be getting back to Saskatoon. Assuming about eight and a half hours travelling time I should be home by 3 am if everything went well. I sighed to myself. My stomach growled at me as I pulled into a gas station just off the highway. I hadn't eaten much as I had argued with my parents. My feet were cold and wet so I pulled on my winter boots and bundled up in my jacket. I filled the gas tank on my car and walked into the convenience store. They had an assortment of sandwiches, subs and burgers. My body was craving burgers, so I grabbed a couple out of the cooler and threw them in the microwave. Once they were piping hot I took them and a bottle of Dr. Pepper to the till. The clerk took my money without comment and I walked back to my car. It was starting to snow lightly. I opened the door to my car and sat down in the driver's seat. I started the engine and pulled into a parking stall in front of the store. The radio was announcing that there was a blizzard rolling in from Minnesota and it was expected to hit the southern Manitoba within the hour. I groaned slightly. I had to get going quickly so I could stay in front of the storm. Once it hit, the RCMP would start closing highways and they first one they always closed was the Trans Canada.

I managed to stay in front of the storm as I drove back into Saskatchewan. To be safe, I topped off my gas tank just across the border in Saskatchewan. Four hours to go I thought to myself as I paid for my gas. Four hours till I can get some sleep. I got back onto the highway and kept driving. I was twenty kilometres outside of Saskatoon when the unexpected happened. My car died. I pounded on the steering wheel as I pulled onto the shoulder of the highway. It was 2:30 am and the highway had been deserted for the past hour or so. Add to the absolute solitude of a vacant highway, temperatures hovering around -38 degrees Celsius and I was scared. I had no idea what was wrong with the car. I had no mechanical knowledge. I reached into the back seat and pulled out my emergency kit. I could survive out here until someone came by. It would just be a little chilly. I reached into my duffel bag to get my mittens and realised that I didn't have to stay out on the highway all night. I dug around in my duffel bag until I found my cell phone. I quickly dialled GM roadside assistance and arranged for a tow truck to come and get me. One hour later the tow truck arrived and hooked up my car.

I had the tow truck leave my car at the GM dealer who had sold me my car. He was going to fix that car tomorrow. Another phone call brought a cab to the dealership and soon I was back in my room. I unloaded all the presents I had brought for my family, but decided that I could leave the suitcases packed until tomorrow. As I pulled off the blue silk boxers I was wearing, I thought about Jason. I hadn't given him a call. I looked at the clock. It was five am. I couldn't call him now. I'd give him a call early tomorrow morning. I sighed quietly to myself. I would be spending Christmas alone for the first time in my life. My tears started flowing freely and I cried myself to sleep.

CHAPTER 11

The first rays of the sun shone through my window shortly after ten am, awakening me gently. I had slept surprisingly well considering the day I just had. My first thought of the day was of Jason. I rolled out of bed and padded across the room to my phone. I dragged the phone across the room back to my bed where I crawled under the covers. I dialled Jason's number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jason, it's Taylor."

"Jesus, Taylor, you had me worried. So how was the drive home?"

"The drive home was fine. It was the drive back that sucked."

"Drive back?"

I related the whole sordid tale of my forty five minute visit home and the car troubles that I had had. Jason sat quietly throughout the phone call not saying a word. It was the first time in a long time that I could ever remember him being silent during a conversation.

"Taylor, I want you to come spend Christmas here at the house with my family."

"Jason, I can't do that. It's a family get together."

"Bullshit. No one will mind. Besides, I'm sure my grandmas would love to see you before New Year's Eve."

"No Jason. Christmas is a time for families to get together and celebrate with each other. You can see me anytime. You..."

"Taylor, you are a part of my family," Jason interrupted, "Do you think I could have a good Christmas knowing that you are sitting alone in an empty residence?"

"Just put me out of your mind then Jason, 'cause I don't want to intrude on your family gathering. I do have one favour to ask of you though."

"What?"

"Can you give me a lift to the dealership so I can find out what's wrong with my car. And I guess I'll have to buy groceries so I can stay in rez."

"I'll give you a ride, but you are not staying in the residence. You are spending Christmas here."

"Fine, then I'll catch a cab," I snapped as I slammed the phone down.

I lied back in my bed. I hadn't wanted the phone call to go that way. He had done nothing wrong and I knew that I shouldn't take my anger at my parents out on him. If I spent Christmas with his family, I was sure that it wouldn't be a joyous occasion. They would ask all sorts of questions and would know that I had been kicked out of my home. I didn't want or need their sympathy. It was my decisions that had brought this on me.

I picked up the phone and called the dealership. They had already taken a look at the car in the shop and had determined that a faulty alternator had allowed the battery to drain completely. They could replace the alternator and make the car as good as new in about four hours. After I was reassured that the work was all going to be done under warranty, I told them I would be down in four hours to pick up my car.

I stayed in my warm bed thinking. All sorts of random thoughts flew through my head. The hatred that my parents had shown me, the love that Jason had given me, the understanding that Mr. Rawlings had shown all mixed in my brain. My eyes grew heavy and I drifted off into a fitful sleep.

I was roused about an hour later by the sound of knocking on my door. I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt then opened the door. It was Mr. Rawlings.

"Uh, hi, Mr. Rawlings," I said as I backed away from the door. I didn't think that I had hurt Jason bad enough that his dad would be upset. Was he going to hit me for hurting Jason?

"What happened in Manitoba Taylor? Jason wasn't quite sure of the whole story and he's very upset."

I looked at the ground. I had hurt the man I loved. My head began spinning as the shame of knowing that I had hurt someone over something they had no control over overwhelmed me. I staggered over to my bed and sat down on the edge. Mr. Rawlings pulled up a chair across from me and sat down, waiting to hear my story. I took a deep breath in and started my story from the beginning, leaving out no details. Mr. Rawlings sat across from me not interrupting my story. I couldn't bring myself to look up at him, into his eyes. By the time I finished telling him about how I had left the farm the day before, tears had begun to well up inside. God, I wished my parents could love me for who I was. I could no longer hold in my emotions. Tears began flowing down my face and I began openly sobbing. Mr. Rawlings moved onto the bed beside me and pulled my head to his shoulder.

"It's all right Taylor. Let it out."

I continued sobbing. Mr. Rawlings wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. He continued to console me and eventually I had no more tears to shed.

"I'm sorry about that. I...I just want my parents to love me for who I am.

"It's all right Taylor. Everyone wants their parents to love them."

I hung my head in shame. I still had to apologise to Jason. "I'll give Jason a call later this afternoon and apologise for snapping at him like that.

"Taylor, I want you to come spend Christmas at the house with our family. Jason was right. No one will mind, in fact they all want to meet you."

"I can't intrude like that Mr. Rawlings. It would make me feel uncomfortable. Besides, I am not really in the mood to celebrate."

"Taylor, I am not going to let you stay here in rez all alone at Christmas after what your parents have done to you. So here are your options. You come spend Christmas with my family at the house, or you stay in here and the family comes here for Christmas."

I stared at the floor. "Mr. Rawlings it's a..."

"Taylor, there will be no more discussion on the subject. You are coming to spend Christmas at the house. Do you understand?" Mr. Rawlings' voice had gotten more forceful and I realised that it was useless to argue anymore.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, why don't you get cleaned up. I have to buy Jason's Christmas gift and I'd like your advice, seeing as you know something about computers. Is that the suitcase you were going to take home?"

"Yeah."

"Fine. I'll take it out to the car and put it in the trunk. You go shower and get cleaned up and I'll meet you at the campus pub."

I nodded resignedly.

"Taylor cheer up. It's Christmas, and I guarantee you that you will have a good time."

I tried to smile but couldn't. Nothing could make this Christmas pleasant. No matter how hard they tried, Jason's family wouldn't be able to make me enjoy myself.

Mr. Rawlings grabbed the suitcase and walked out of the room towards the front exit. I grabbed my robe, a towel and my toiletries and walked to the washroom. The door to the shower room swung open to complete darkness. My hand groped around in darkness trying to find the light switch. My fingers rubbed the switch and I flipped on the lights. I trudged into the shower and locked the partition door behind me. My robe slipped off my arms and down my torso with few problems. I caught the robe before it hit the ground and hung it on the clothing hook. The shower floor was dry, and I had to let the water run a few minutes to warm up before I completed my daily routine in the shower.

After shutting the water off, I dried slowly and methodically. Maybe if I took a long time in the shower Mr. Rawlings would leave. I shook my head. If I took a long time in the shower he would simply come to the room looking for me, doubtless angry that I wasn't coming. Once I was completely dry I stepped into the main part of the washroom and stood in front of a sink. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and ran a razor over the few facial hairs that had sprouted on my face. My toothbrush had been packed in the suitcase so I wasn't able to brush my teeth. To compensate for my bad breath I grabbed a piece of gum out of my room as I dropped off my robe and towel in the room. I wouldn't be needing them. I looked around my room. My laptop was sitting on my desk. I thought for a few seconds then packed it into my duffel bag. I wasn't going to take my laptop to my parents house because they didn't approve of such things. But there was no point in not taking it to Jason's. I could check my email from his house. I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and walked out of the room. The lock clicked shut audibly and I slowly walked down the hall to the front door.

The cold winter breeze was roaring loudly beyond the doors and I quickly pulled on my smoker's gloves. I pushed the door open and was assaulted by the force and fury of mother nature. It was too cold to walk to the campus pub so I jogged the three hundred feet to the front door. The old building was overheated as usual, and I removed my gloves as I walked down the stairs to the pub. The bouncer stopped me at the door and I looked around. I pulled out my student card and driver's licence for ID. The bouncer scanned the ID visually. Once he was sure I was who my ID said I was he stepped aside and let me in. I saw Mr. Rawlings sitting in a booth with a beer in his hand. Mr. Rawlings saw me standing at the door and I overcame my urge to run away and walked towards him. I pulled my coat off and sat down on the bench across from him.

"You're looking better Taylor. Did you want something to eat?"

"No thanks. I'm not very hungry."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. A waitress came to the table and took our order. Mr. Rawlings ordered a burger and fries. I indicated that I didn't want anything, but Mr. Rawlings instructed the waitress to bring me a diet coke.

"You have to have something to do while I am eating."

I nodded slightly. I was still thinking about my family. I just couldn't get them out of my mind. I stared at the table ignoring everything that was going on in the pub. I felt a slight touch on my arm and looked across the table at Mr. Rawlings.

"Taylor, are you sure you're all right?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little distracted that's all. What were you saying?"

"What time will your car be ready?"

"Sometime after three. I have to go pick it up, if that's okay."

"It's not a problem at all Taylor. Whatwas wrong with the car?"

"Something with the alternator," I said glumly, "I'm pretty much mechanically inept."

"Yeah, but you are technologically adept."

I didn't say anything. I sat quietly. Mr. Rawlings kept trying to engage me in conversation, but I gave him one word answers or kept my answers as brief as possible. The waitress brought Mr. Rawlings his burger and he paid her for his food and my drink. I sat quietly looking at the table while Mr. Rawlings ate. The conversation was even more sparse while Mr. Rawlings was eating. His mouth was full so he couldn't engage me in conversation and I wasn't starting any conversations.

"Are you ready to go, Taylor?"

I glanced across the table. Mr. Rawlings had finished eating and his beer was empty. I nodded slightly and stood up. My drink remained on the table untouched as I slipped on my coat. Mr. Rawlings grabbed my duffel bag before I had a chance to grab it. I went to take it from him, but he refused to let it go.

"I've got it, Taylor."

I let Mr. Rawlings lead me out to his car. The passenger door was locked so I stood quietly in the cold waiting for the door to be opened. Mr. Rawlings hit the power door lock and I slid into the waiting car. The leather seats were cold enough that I could feel a chill from them through my winter parka. Mr. Rawlings started the car and turned up the heat. The Mercedes quickly warmed up and Mr. Rawlings manoeuvred the car down the snow-narrowed streets towards Computer City.

"Taylor, I need your advice on a laptop for Jason. He wants something for word processing and surfing the web. Any advice?"

"Which operating system?"

"Macintosh. He hates Windows."

I quietly made my recommendation to Mr. Rawlings. He was a little concerned over price but I explained that the cost/performance ratio was better than on Intel based laptops. At the computer store the clerk tried to snow Mr. Rawlings into buying things that he didn't need but I made sure that he didn't get screwed. Once Mr. Rawlings had paid for the laptop he once again led the way to the car.

"So which dealership is the car getting fixed at?"

I told Mr. Rawlings the dealership name and he drove to the dealership. It was just after three and I hoped that they would be done with my car. I walked into the service entrance and explained who I was. The service manager had me sign a couple of papers for the warranty work and handed me my keys. I walked out to my car and started the engine. It turned over easily and I let it run while I went to tell Mr. Rawlings that I'd follow him home.

Mr. Rawlings took off ahead of me and was shortly out of view. I continued driving at my normal speed. I was nervous. What if Jason was angry at me? What would his grandmas say? My fears intensified as I parked my car on the street in front of the house. I carefully made my way up the icy walk to the front door which opened as I climbed the final step.

"Hi Taylor," Jason said as he stood in the doorway, "I missed you."

I said nothing as Jason ushered me in. The house was quiet except for the sound of quiet conversation coming from the family room. Jason took my hand after I had finished removing my boots and pulled me up the stairs. We walked down the hallway leading to his room and once I walked through the door Jason pushed it shut and locked it.

My suitcase and duffel bag were sitting against the couch, I noticed as I removed my parka. Jason took my coat from me and hung it on a hanger in his closet. I stood dumbly in the centre of the room, not knowing what to say or what to do. I realised quickly that I still needed to apologise to Jason.

"I'm sorry Jason," I began as he turned towards me, "I..."

"It's all right Taylor," Jason interrupted, "I probably would have been short tempered too."

"I shouldn't have taken it out on you though Jason. Doing that makes me no better than my parents."

Jason quickly closed the difference between us. "You are a lot better than your parents, Taylor," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm all right."

"Bullshit. My dad said he could barely get you to put two words together, when he was able to get you to talk at all. That's not like you."

I stood quietly in the centre of the room. Why did things have to be so hard? Why couldn't my parents accept me? I fought back the urge to cry, but I was unsuccessful. I let out a slight sob and Jason looked up into my eyes. A single tear ran down my cheek, and Jason quickly wiped it away. He pulled me to the bed and pulled my head to his chest.

"It's all right Taylor. Let it out."

My sobbing began in earnest as the dams surrounding my emotional turmoil swiftly fell. Jason held onto me firmly rubbing his hand down my back to comfort me. I cried for a while before I began to feel so very tired. My eyes dropped close and I lay in my lover's arms, safe from the world. Jason woke me up around supper time with gentle kisses. We got up slowly and walked down the stairs with Jason holding my hand tightly. Mr. Rawlings had liked me, but would his grandmas?

It turned out I had nothing to fear. Both grandmas were thrilled that Jason had found someone and were very accepting of his sexual orientation. His paternal grandmother, Edna, was very jocular and open. She could swear with the best of them and had a great sense of humour. Jason's maternal grandmother, Martha, was quieter and more reserved, but she mentioned in passing at supper that she approved of her grandson's taste in men.

The remaining days leading up to Christmas were filled with chats with his grandmas and his father and other festive activities. My apprehension at spending Christmas at the Rawlings' home quickly dissipated and was soon replaced with happiness. Edna and Martha both welcomed me openly and Jason did his best to protect me from any prying questions. Edna was a fan of The Sunday Night Sex Show, aka Sex with Sue, and she kept giving us tips and ideas of things to try in bed together. Jason and Martha would blush bright red every time Edna brought up oral sex or anal sex and different techniques. I would just smile and shake my head. I had been wrong earlier when I had decided that the Rawlings' couldn't make me enjoy the holiday season. I was having a great time.

CHAPTER 12

I awakened early on December 24th, my limbs entwined with those of my love. The room was still dark, but it was a darkness filled with warmth, and my love. Jason and I had slept together every night since I had gotten back from Manitoba, but we hadn't had sex. I think Jason was still letting me heal emotionally, and I was grateful for the time to adjust. I traced my fingers along the contours of Jason's nearly nude body, revelling in the texture and warmth of his skin. His breathing quickened and I looked up in time to get lost in his heavenly blue eyes.

"Morning," he said with a slight yawn, "You just get up?"

I nodded slightly as I continued caressing his body. Jason giggled playfully and tried to scoot away from my probing fingers.

"Mmmm, you had better stop or I'm going to get hard."

My only response to Jason's complaint was a raised eyebrow as my fingers continued to dance across his chest. Jason reached down and gently groped my erect cock and cum swollen balls.

"I see you already have that problem. Are you sure you want to do this Taylor?"

"Only if you want to, Jason. I know you've been trying to keep your hormones under control for the past few days and I want you to know how much I love you for that. But, as much as I appreciate the restraint you have shown, there is nothing I want more than to make love to you."

Rolling me onto my back, Jason began to kiss and nibble at my body. Nibbling and licking at my nipples, he then moved slowly down my body, his tongue swirling around my belly button. I moaned quietly. Backing off the foot of the bed, Jason stood and gazed down at me. The front of his briefs were tented out and I suddenly realised that I wanted Jason to fuck me.

"The last time you fucked me, Taylor, I thought I was going to die. I want to feel that way again."

I was disappointed at not getting to feel Jason inside of me so I lowered my head as I nodded to prevent him from seeing my reaction. I shouldn't have bothered, he read me like a book.

"What's wrong, Taylor?" Jason asked with concern. "Don't you want to fuck me again?"

"I do, Jason, but uhh..."

"What?"

"Jason, would you fuck me?"

Jason's face lit up. "I didn't think you'd want to get fucked again after last time. I didn't think you enjoyed it."

"I did enjoy it. So would you, um..."

"I'd love to Taylor. I'll use lots lube so it doesn't hurt so much."

"Thanks."

I lifted my legs to allow Jason to apply the cool, slick gel to my hole, gently working it into the tender skin. Slowly, with great tenderness, he eased his forefinger past the tight sphincter. I moaned softly. There was more pain than pleasure from the invader, but I trusted that my love would be patient, allowing me to adjust, and that the pain would soon be pleasure. I could feel Jason's finger as it slowly stretched and relaxed my tight sphincter. Jason inserted a second finger and gently massaged his fingers around the rim of my tender hole, trying to stretch and loosen it more and more. The sharp throbbing pain was still there, but the thought of having Jason fill me with his love was all the incentive I needed to continue.

"How are you feeling," Jason asked with concern.

"Oh, fine. And you?

"Smart ass. I'm not hurting you too bad am I?"

"I'm all right. Can you keep stretching me out a little longer before you fuck me?"

"I won't fuck you 'til you say you're ready."

Jason eventually worked in a third finger and although the amount of pain increased slightly, it soon felt good. The constant rubbing and probing of my prostate had caused my cock to respond by gushing pre-cum like some demented beast pulsing out it's lifeblood. I felt I was ready. My eyes locked on Jason's and I nodded slightly. Jason removed his fingers from my hole and applied some lube onto his cock. He wiped his hands on a towel and crawled into position. I closed my eyes and tried to relax in anticipation of Jason's entrance. The head of Jason's rock hard, and very hot pole pressed against my tender ring and with a sudden lurch his glans penetrated my tight hole. A loud gasp escaped my lips, as the pain of being wedged open surged along my nerves.

"Are you all right, Babe?"

I bit my lip and nodded. I wanted Jason to be happy, regardless of what I was feeling. "Give me a second. You're one big boy."

Jason nodded and began kissing me along my chest and my neck. I sighed quietly as Jason worked his magic on me, reducing my anxiety and helping me to relax. As my sphincter relaxed, more of Jason's cock slipped into me. The head of Jason's cock rubbed along my prostate and my own cock twitched in ecstasy. Jason came to rest against me, his pubes tickling my balls. He was all the way inside of me.

"Oh God, Taylor. You're so tight, so hot."

I smiled a little and then clenched the muscles in my ass. Jason groaned loudly at the pressure that I was putting on his cock. "Fuck me!" I hissed.

Jason began pistoning his cock in and out of me. I moaned loudly and bucked my hips to meet each new thrust. His cock was driving in and out of me, and I was in heaven. Jason slammed into me hard and, with a shudder and a gasp, collapsed onto my chest. His pulsating cock announced to my ass that he had just cum.

"Well, that didn't take long," I remarked sarcastically as Jason rested on my chest, his breathing quickly returning to normal.

"Smart ass. So do you want to do me now?"

"Let me think. Hmmm, nah, I just want to go to sleep for a bit."

Jason looked at me with a look of disbelief on his face. He looked so cute. I winked at him, and then kissed him gently.

"I almost thought you were serious there," Jason said as he pulled out of me and cleaned up the excess lube and leakage, "You weren't being serious were you?"

"No," I said as I ran my hand along his face, "I would really like to make love to you."

Jason joined me on the bed again and rolled into my arms. As my lips sought out his lips, my hands roamed down Jason's back until I had the cheeks of his butt cupped firmly in my hands. Jason's tongue darted into my mouth as we kissed. Jason slowly ground his already hardening cock into my stomach.

"Have I told you lately, just how much I love you?" Jason asked as our lips parted.

"Every time you look at me, Jason, I can tell how much you love me."

Jason caressed my face. "Jason, I... I want you to know that I'm glad your dad made me come here for Christmas. I also want you to know that I love you."

"Taylor, I'm glad you're spending Christmas here, with me, with my family. Knowing that you're happy makes me happy."

We kissed again, my tongue battling with his. Jason pulled his mouth away from mine and rolled onto his back. "Come on, stud muffin. Show me how much you love me."

I lifted Jason's legs onto my shoulders, and started applying a generous coating of lube to his quivering hole. My cock was bouncing in anticipation as I coated it with the last bit of Astro Glide in the tube. "We are going to have to do a little bit of shopping later today, Jason. I'm out of lube."

My cock rested on Jason's quivering sphincter. With a gentle push, I thrust the first half of my cock into Jason's waiting ass. Jason let out a slight moan but the smile on his face didn't fade. I gently eased the remainder of my pole into Jason. Jason's face positively glowed as I rubbed my pubic hair against his smooth sac. My body's natural instincts took over and soon I was driving my cock over Jason's prostate with a steady rhythem. Jason's body bucked and squirmed. Spasms wracked Jason's body and his cock had grown rock hard. I lowered my mouth to Jason's and began kissing him in an attempt to prevent him from screaming out when he shot his load. The pressure in my balls steadily grew and grew, driving me mad with the need for release. Jason's body began convulsing as his cock shot a load between us. My own load shot out of my cock, deep into Jason's bowels. My heart was racing and my head started throbbing. I collapsed onto Jason and briefly lost consciousness. When my senses returned a few seconds later, Jason was running his fingers through my hair. I kissed him gently and slid my softening cock out of his wonderful hole. A gentle rubdown with the towel and we were both clean and ready for a short nap.

I awoke from my nap to the gentle caress of Jason rubbing my arm gently. Light was now streaming through the windows as the curtains had been drawn open. I rolled to face my love, my Jason, and looked at him. His face was smooth and the gentle curves of his chin and nose were an incredible turn on. His rose red lips were not too big and not too small. They were just right. I gently kissed his beautiful lips and brushed my finger tips along his silky cheek.

"Mmmmmm, what time is it?" I asked as I stretched and yawned.

"Almost ten. Are you hungry?"

"Famished."

"Care for some sausage a la Jason?"

"Well, that's hardly a mouthful," I said with a wink, "I need something a little more substantial.'

Jason pinched me playfully under the sheets and I retaliated by grabbing his nipple. Our roughhousing escalated until I was sitting on Jason's chest, his arms pinned to the bed.

"Givest thou up?"

"I yield to thee, Sir Knight."

I eased off of my love's heaving chest and cuddled at his side. We were face to face, and so close I could feel his breath.

"We should probably get out of bed." Jason said as he pulled me closer, "We wouldn't want to waste the whole day just lying here."

"Yeah, you're right," I replied as I tightened my grip on Jason, "We should go do something."

We stayed motionless, just lying in bed together. My hand gently stroked Jason's back as his stroked mine. We were so caught up in gazing into each others eyes that we were startled by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Edna poked her head into the room and looked at us lying on the bed.

"Well, at least you two weren't in the middle of something. It was awfully quiet, and I didn't want to knock if you were still alseep. Do you think you two Romeos could pull things together and take a couple of old women to the mall to go do some shopping in about an hour? Martha hates driving in the snow and she refuses to drive with me."

"Sounds good to us grandma. We need to do a little shopping ourselves. But we both need to shower first."

"Fine, then quit groping each other and go shower. Jeez, young people today, all they think about is sex."

We both blushed bright red as Edna pulled the bedroom door shut.

"Didn't you lock the door last night?" I asked after waiting a few seconds for Edna to get out of earshot.

"Well, I meant to but we just fell asleep. Besides, it's only a privacy lock. You can open it easily with something thin and hard."

"Like say, for example, your cock."

"Smart ass. I'm gonna get you for that. Besides, you didn't think it was very thin earlier when I was riding your behind. You go shower first and then I'll have a shower."

"'Kay." I sat up in the bed and eased my way over to the edge. My ass was still tender after the morning's activities, but it didn't hurt too badly. I grabbed my underwear off of the floor and pulled them on. I debated the merits of wearing something over my briefs and my prudish side won out over my exhibitionist side. I pulled on a pair of sweats, grabbed my shaving kit and went to the washroom.

After Jason and I had both finished our showers and a quick breakfast of coffee and toast, we were all off to the mall. Jason drove the minivan with skill, weaving in and out of the last minute Christmas traffic. His grandmas and I made small talk until Jason pulled into the parkade across from the Midtown Mall. We quickly walked the 200 feet to the overheated entrance of the mall, making plans to meet back there in three hours. Jason and I walked into the mall together. Luckily, we had already bought our presents for each other, so we didn't need to do any of that awkward shopping shuffle, where one had to make sure the other wasn't looking.

Jason and I walked through The Bay, looking at the various displays and watching people hustle about looking for just the right gift. We came upon a display stand filled with crystal Christmas ornaments. They were very beautiful. As I admired their beauty, I realized that I hadn't bought Edna or Martha Christmas gifts. Originally, I wasn't going to be seeing them until New Years, but now that I was staying at the house I should have gifts for them.

"Do you think your grandmas would like these, Jason?"

"Huh?" he replied as he returned his attention to me.

"Do you think your grandmas would like these?"

"Grandma Martha would. They aren't quite Grandma Ed's thing though. Why?"

"'Cause, I still need to buy them gifts."

"You don't need to buy them gifts. They certainly wouldn't be expecting you to buy them anything. Besides, you're a poor college student."

"Not that poor." I replied as I grabbed a crystal nativity scene off the stand, "So what should I get for grandma Edna?"

"Jesus, Taylor, that fucking nativity scene costs a hundred bucks. You can't afford that."

"Jason, I can afford it. Trust me. Now what should I get for grandma Edna?"

"I don't know. Ummm, uhhh, I've got it! I know what you can get her."

"Cool. What?"

"Pay for the nativity scene and I'll show you."

"'Kay"

The lines at the cash registers were horrendous on the last shopping day before Christmas. We spent fifteen minutes in line before we finally got to the counter. I placed the nativity scene down gently and reached into my pocket for my wallet. The harried clerk scanned the bar code with her scanning wand and looked to the till.

"That'll be $113.73. Would you like to put this on your Bay Card?"

"Please."

I handed my Bay card across the counter. The clerk went through her practiced motions. It was allroutine for her. The till decided I had enough credit available on my card and spit out the receipt. A quick signature and the gift was bought. One down, one to go.

Jason led the way to the mall entrance, in search of Grandma Edna's present. We ended up in front of a smoke shop.

"What am I going to get her here?"

"She hates those cardboard cigarette packs. She prefers a metal carrying case. And it just so happens that her old one broke on the bus ride into Saskatoon"

"Ah..., you are very observant, Grasshopper."

We walked into the nearly empty store, in search of the perfect cigarette case. There was a display case containing various smoking accesories. It didn't take long to find the perfect one for Edna. It was matte black and had the Harley Davidson logo set into it in gold. It also had a little gold plate where one could engrave the name of the owner. It was perfect. The shop keeper came over and asked if he could be of assistance.

"I'd like that black cigarette case with the Harley logo, please."

"Certainly, sir. Would you like the matching Zippo lighter?"

"Um," I hesitated as I took a quick look at the price tags for the case and the zippo. Together the two items came to $98.00. "Yeah, I'll take the matching Zippo lighter too."

The owner took the two items over to his old manual till. He reached behind the counter and found the boxes for the two items. A quick scrape with his fingernail and he had removed the price tags.

"That'll be $111.72."

I handed the old man my debit card and waited while he initiated the transaction on his machine. He handed me the PIN pad and I entered my pass number. Quickly, the machine checked with my bank to ensure that I had enough cash in my account to cover the purchase. The slip printer rattled and screeched as it printed out the receipt.

"There you are, sir," the owner said as he handed me my copy of the receipt, "You have a good Christmas."

"You too."

I walked over to where Jason was looking at some magazines and slid my arm around his back. He looked up at me and then put the magazine back in the rack.

"All done?"

"Almost. I just have to get this engraved."

After I had gotten the gift engraved, I had a charity wrapping booth wrap both gifts. I always hated wrapping gifts and, after all, this was for charity. As we walked down the halls I saw a store that I wanted to visit alone. Somehow, I needed to ditch Jason, who had been sticking very close to me. Then it came to me. The food court was right next door. We could split up there and get ourselves something to eat and the minute he turned his back I could get what I wanted at The Pleasure Chest.

My plan worked flawlessly. Jason went to Subway to get a sub, and I went to The Pleasure Chest. I only had a few moments alone so with the sales clerk's assistance, I got what I wanted. I quickly paid for my merchandise and ran back to the food court and got in line for Chinese food. After gettting a combo meal, I stood looking across the food court for Jason. Once I had spotted him, I walked over to the table and sat down.

"So, what did you buy at the Pleasure Chest?" Jason asked as I sat down.

"Pardon?"

"I saw you go into the Pleasure Chest," Jason said with a sly smile, "So what did you buy?

"Nothing," I replied trying not to smile too hard.

"Uh huh. I believe that."

"It's a surprise."

"A good surprise?" Jason asked.

"A very good surprise," I confirmed.

"All right. I won't ask you anymore questions. But now I want to go make a purchase there. A surprise for you."

I smiled and winked. "A good surprise?"

"A very good surprise."

Jason and I quickly finished our meal and dumped our garbage into the bins. I waited at the table while Jason went and made a purchase at The Pleasure Chest. I wondered what he was going to buy. The items I had bought weren't all that bizarre, but I thought they could certainly be interesting.

Jason and I wasted the rest of our alloted three hours by watching a movie at the theatre. It wasa forgettable film, but Jason and I sat through it holding each other's hands. Finally the film ended and it was time to go home. We met the grandmas at the doors to the mall and walked back to the car. Jason took his time driving back to the house while his passengers rode in silence. Both of Jason's grandmas appeared to be deep in thought and I was busy worrying about my gift for Jason.

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the house, watching the various Christmas programs that were on the television and eating. Martha loved to cook and she had whipped up a variety of Christmas delicacies. I wasn't very hungry, but Martha made it very clear that I should eat more. She thought I was a little on the thin side. I tried to oblige her, but I was soon full. I did, however, manage to sample just about everything.

I let Jason use the washroom first and after he had finished I prepared myself for bed. I was a little shocked when I walked into Jason's room and found him standing naked in the middle of the room on top of a couple of large towels. He walked past me, shutting and locking the bedroom door, before he pushed my sweats to the ground. He slid his hand inside the pouch of my underwear and gently wrapped his hand around my burgeoning cock. He removed his hand from my cock and wrapped his arms around me. He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Don't talk. Don't move."

I stood quietly in the middle of the room, motionless as Jason pulled my underwear down. My hardening cock was slowly rising as my blood, my life, filled it. Jason took my hand and led me to the towels where he had me lie on my stomach. I felt a warm substace being poured along my back and the aroma of wild flowers quickly filled the room. Jason's hands began rubbing and probing my back. He went to work, relaxing my tense muscles. The feel of his fingertips as they slid along my oil slicked skin was making me unbelievably aroused. My cock was as hard as a rock, and I shifted slightly to give it a little more room. Jason worked on my back and my legs for what seemed to be an eternity, and I loved every minute of it.

Jason slid his hands under my body and rolled me onto my back. My rock hard cock popped up, released from the confinement of my body pressed to the floor. Jason smiled as he took a small bottle and poured the liquid contained within on my chest. His small, supple hands began rubbing and massaging my chest and my shoulders. My cock began leaking a thin stream of precum as my body was kneaded and caressed. I closed my eyes and immersed myself in the waves of sensation that Jason was creating by massaging my body. I could feel the touch of each individual finger as he began massaging my left thigh. His hands were so warm, so slick from the massage oil that he was using. He began massaging my right thigh, slowly, sensuously, deliberately. I exhaled a moan of pleasure as my body sank into total relaxation. I had become so relaxed that all external awareness had ceased and all my feeling was centered in my cock, my rock hard cock. It was straining, threatening to explode. I felt the rough rasp of Jason's tongue as it flicked across the head of my cock. My body thrust my cock towards Jason's mouth just as a load of cum exploded out of me.

My eyes remained closed as Jason wiped my body clean of the traces of my orgasm. I relaxed onto the towels as my erratic breathing calmed and grew more regular. Pictures of Christmases past, spent with my family, exploded into view in my mind. My mom opening a gift from me, my sister Brianne's first Christmas present, my grandfather's last Christmas, these images and more haunted me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized why grandfather had struggled to make his last Christmas memorable. I wouldn't have that chance with my parents. My last Christmas had been filled with acrimony and hate. I sobbed silently. I felt Jason put his arm around me and drew my head to his chest. His gentleness calmed me and my last thought as I drifted off to sleep was thatJason had remained soft throughout his gift to me.

CHAPTER 13

I awoke early Christmas morning naked and cold. I had fallen asleep with my head on Jason's chest. His breathing was shallow and he seemed to be as cold as I was. We were still lying on the towels that Jason had put down to prevent the carpet from getting oil on it. I lifted my head off of Jason's chest and slipped out of his embrace. A quick glance at the clock confirmed what my body was telling me. It was way too early to be awake. I grabbed a towel that Jason had left on the floor and rubbed what I could of the remaining oil off of my body. I knew I hadn't gotten it all, but I had gotten most of it. I looked down at my love and noticed that he was shivering on the towels. He hadn't gotten much oil on his body when our bodies had touched. I bent down and rolled Jason into my arms. I quickly walked over to the bed before he could wake up. I slipped him under the covers and then walked around the bed to the other side where I crawled into the bed.

The sheets were chilly from the lack of body heat to warm them but I knew that they'd soon be cozy. I scooted over to where Jason was lying and gently spooned with him. My right arm draped over his chest and my hand rested over his heart. Jason moaned slightly and placed his arm over mine. Soon the bed was warm and my body slowly began to shut down.

Jason woke me up later that morning at a much more suitable hour. He had rolled in my arms so that we were facing each other. I could feel his erect cock as he humped my leg. I laughed quietly and watched as he shot his load all over my hip.

"You know they cut off dogs' balls for humping people's legs."

"Mmmmm, well you like playing with my balls to much to have them cut off."

"You like playing with your balls to much to cut them off. I, on the other hand, am more concerned about that lovely cock of yours."

Jason brought his lips to mine and we kissed gently. Jason broke off the kiss and ran his fingers through my hair.

"We are going to have to shower. Grandma Martha likes us all to look our best for the endless picture session."

"Dress pants and a sweater all right for clothes," I asked as I nibbled at Jason's ear.

"That's, oh yeah," Jason moaned slightly as I continued working on his ear lobe, "Uh, uh a sweater and dress pants is, oh god, is uhh okay."

I gently swatted Jason's ass as I pulled away from his ear. He was starting to get hard again, and I wanted to save that delicacy for later.

"You go have a cold shower first. I'll shower after you."

"It's your fault I need a cold shower," Jason pouted, "You should have to come shower in the cold water with me."

"I think not. You can go get shrink dink while I stay warm and cozy in your bed"

Jason pouted a little more before he walked out of the bedroom, wiggling his behind all the way. I waited a few seconds before I got out of bed and pulled on my sweats and grabbed my toiletry kit. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom where I could hear the shower running. The door was locked. I took a Q-Tip out my toiletry kit and stripped the cotton off the end. I easily unlocked the privacy lock and opened the door silently. Jason's towel was sitting on the towel rack and I could see his nude body through the translucent shower curtain. The shower was generating a lot of steam and from the sound Jason was making I could tell he was whacking off. I relocked the door and tip toed over to the shower. I threw back the curtain and said quite loudly, "And just what the hell do you think you're doing!?!"

Jason spun around to face the voice that had interrupted his entertainment, and scared the living day lights out of him.

"Jesus, Taylor. You scared the fuck out of me."

I grabbed Jason's right hand and pulled it away from his swollen cock. "No masturbating," I told him with a grin, "I want to save that for later."

"You can't be serious!"

"Dead serious."

I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. I wrapped my right arm around Jason and turned the hot water off. The jet of water soon turned ice cold. Jason tried to edge away from the blast of water, but I wouldn't let him go. I pushed him into the spray ensuring that his hard cock got the brunt of the cold water.

"Tay, ah Taylor, it's too cold," Jason exclaimed as his cock began to soften. I held him in the spray for another thirty seconds while he squirmed and tried to get away. Jason's cock quickly shrivelled and retracted into the warmth of his abdomen. His balls drew up in his sac until he looked like a very angry little boy. I turned the hot water on again and adjusted the water temperature until it was pleasantly warm.

"You fucking bastard. Do you have any idea how cold that water was?"

"I'd imagine very cold, judging from your appearance," I said with a slight smirk.

Jason was really mad. He just glared at me, his eyes burning with rage. I averted my gaze from Jason's penetrating eyes. "You think this is funny asshole? Why don't you shower in the water that you held me in."

I shrugged at Jason and moved him out of the spray. I reached down with my right hand and turned the hot water off once again. The jet of water quickly cooled until it was ice cold. I dipped my head into the stream of water and wet my hair so I could wash it. The cold water pounded against my skull and each individual spray of water felt like a nail being driven into my brain. My expression didn't change as I turned slowly in the water allowing my body to be totally soaked by the very cold water. My genitals retracted into my abdominal cavity in a futile attempt to stay reasonably warm as I focused the spray of water on them. I stepped out of the spray long enough to get some shampoo which I lathered into my hair. I ducked back under, rinsing the shampoo away. The water was still cold and I could feel my skin going numb. I quickly ran a bar of soap over my entire body, in an attempt to remove the last remaining traces of the massage oil. I slipped back into the spray to rinse the remaining soap off of my body before I stepped out of the spray and turned to Jason. I was shivering violently, but I had done as Jason had asked. "Happy?"

"How could you stand that? That water is freezing!" Jason exclaimed, the anger vanishing from his face.

"My parents have a cabin out at Johnston Lake," I said, my teeth chattering loudly, "The water is always this cold, but the fishing is quite good. Besides, I would shower in water like this every day for you."

Jason reached past me and turned the hot water on again. Steam began to fill the bath enclosure and Jason wrapped his arms around me. I could feel the warmth of his body against my cold clammy skin as he pulled me into the spray. The hot water quickly returned my body temperature back to normal and I stopped shivering.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you," he said softly, "I guess I'm not good at waiting."

I kissed him gently on the lips. "I'm sorry I held you in the spray. It was a pretty nasty thing to do. But I wanted you to save that lovely cream for later tonight."

"Well then you better stop kissing me and let me shower. Your body is such a turn on for me, Taylor."

I quickly soaked my body under the spray of hot water and then walked to the back of the shower. I slipped past the shower curtain and dried myself on the bath mat. Jason showered for another couple of minutes as I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and walked back to Jason's room. I pulled out a pair of bikini briefs that I had been saving for a special occasion and pulled them on. My white and grey knit sweater to go with my black dress pants, I thought to myself. I quickly dressed myself while looking in the mirror. I hoped my outfit would be suitable.

Jason walked into the room with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I watched as he let the towel drop to the ground exposing his his body to me. I watched as he bent over to pick up the towel and hang it on a hook. The two cheeks of his ass weretight, and milky white. My cock started to harden in my dress pants and I had to avert my eyes from Jason to prevent getting a full blown hard on. Jason quickly pulled on a sweater and a pair of dress pants and then turned to look at me.

"What do you think?"

"You look beautiful." The gold chain that I had given Jason as a birthday gift was resting on top of his sweater. He was wearing a forest green sweater over a pair of charcoal grey pants. His brown hair was swept back and I swore I could see a twinkle in his eye.

"You're not so bad yourself stud. But come on. I'm sure everyone is waiting for us."

Jason and I walked down the stairs into the family room hand in hand. Sitting on the coffee table were stockings overflowing with goodies. I sat in a chair across from the table so I could watch Jason and his family open their gifts.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jason asked as I sat down. "Get over here and open your gifts.

"Huh?"

Jason held up a stocking bearing my name and pointed to a gift that was sitting on the table. I crawled across the floor to where Jason was sitting and looked at him with a goofy expression.

Jason leaned close and whispered in my ear, "They're from the grandmas. They always buy the Santa gifts for the family."

I whispered back, "But why did they buy me one?"

Jason looked me in the eyes before he leaned close to whisper, "'Cause you are part of the family now."

I sat back dazed. I had only known Jason for three months and these people had taken me into their family. I knew I was very lucky that my love had such a kind and understanding family.

Jason sat beside me and just looked at me. I grinned slightly and looked back at Jason. "Shall we open the stockings?" Jason asked.

I nodded my head and watched as Jason dumped the contents of the stocking to the floor between his legs. There were nuts, and candies and chocolates of all shapes and sizes. I emptied my stocking between my legs and was received a similar collection of candies. Jason started laughing as he held up an item. It was a bottle of Astro Glide. I looked in my pile to see if I had gotten a bottle of lubrication too but instead found a small pocket book. I flipped it over and looked at the cover. The Gay Kama Sutra. I flipped through the book and a few pictures of unique positions caught my eye. I looked over at Jason who had cocked his head so that he could see what I was reading. I showed him the cover and he burst out laughing.

"Jeez, you'd think they think that all we do is make love to each other."

"You eat too," Martha said as she walked into the family room, "You two go easy with some of those positions. I don't want to find out that they had to take you to the hospital because they couldn't get you out of a position."

Edna and Mr. Rawlings walked into the room carrying trays of finger foods for us to munch on while we opened presents. Jason and I piled our sugary loot and put it back into our stockings. Jason handed me a gift with a tag that said from Santa Clause. Jason took his own present off the table and ripped into the paper with gusto. I watched with amusemnet as he shredded the paper before my eyes. I carefully unfastened the tape and unwrapped the gift. Inside was a Sony Discman with a car kit. I looked up and smiled at Edna and Martha. I looked over at Jason and found that he had gotten the same thing. We smiled at each other. I reached under the tree and retrieved the gifts that I had bought for the Rawlings' family. I handed out the gifts making sure that I was extra careful with Martha's crystal nativity scene.

Both of Jason's grandmas were surprised that I had bought them gifts. I was incredibly relieved that I had remembered to buy them gifts, especially when they had gotten me one. I watched as Martha opened up her gift from me. She seemed to like the nativity scene and thanked me graciously. Edna opened up her gift in a fasion similar to Jason's thrashing method.

"A new cigarette holder? How did you know I needed a new one?"

"A little birdie told me," I replied as I smiled at Jason.

"And a Zippo lighter. Now I won't have to buy anymore of those cheap plastic pieces of junk. Now all I need is a Harley and I'm all set."

"You're not getting a Harley, Mom," Mr. Rawlings quickly responded, "You know what the doctor said. You don't have an adequate sense of balance to ride a motorbike."

"Ahhh, doctors. What do they know?"

We continued opening presents for another fifteen minutes. Mr. Rawlings got me another battery for my Powerbook, and Jason surprised me with a beautiful gold bracelet that had our initials engraved into it. I received a couple of CD's from both Edna and Martha in addition to the CD player. Jason must have helped his grandmothers pick out the CD's because they were CD's that I wanted.

I watched as Mr. Rawlings opened my gift of gift certificates good for parachuting lessons as well as his first 5 jumps. Edna pretended that she was angry because her only son Andrew could do something so fool hardy as jumping out of a perfectly good airplane when he wouldn't let her ride a Hog.

I held my breath as Jason opened my present. I hoped that he liked it. He pulled the paper off the velvet covered box and then gently popped it open. Inside was a thin anklet.

"Taylor it's so beautiful. Thank you very much." Jason leaned over and kissed me as his father looked at the jewelry that I had bought his son.

"What's it made of Taylor?" Mr. Rawlings asked as Jason slipped it onto his ankle. "It looks kind of like silver, but it's not silver. Is it white gold?"

"It's platinum," I replied as I looked to make sure it fit. I had the receipt just in case I needed to return it, but I was hoping that I had guessed the right size.

We spent the rest of Christmas day and Boxing day, the 26th, eating all of the food that Martha had cooked. She had made the traditional Christmas meal and like most grandmas tended to overestimate the amount of food needed. Jason and I had had sex a couple of times Christmas day and had spent boxing day trying out a couple of positions in The Gay Kama Sutra. It was interesting to say the least.

After I had finished making love with Jason for the final time on the twenty sixth I descended the stairs of the quiet house and walked out onto the deck. It was after midnight, the start of a new day. I was wearing my sweater and a pair of jeans and although I was a little chilly it felt good. The sky was clear and I could see the shimmering stars and the northern lights as they danced in the sky. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pack of cigarettes. They were very dry, and I know they would wreak havoc on my lungs, but I needed a smoke.

My lighter flared brightly in the darkened sky and my cigarette lit easily. I took my first drag off the cigarette and had just coughed it out when I heard the door open behind me. Edna came outside with a cigarette between her lips, and her new lighter in her hand.

"Didn't know you smoked."

"I don't smoke very often," I replied, "Just when I feel like having one."

Edna lit her cigarette with the skill of a veteran smoker. "So, whatcha thinking about?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I've seen that look before. You were thinking about something. I betcha that you only smoke when you need to contemplate something."

"It's nothing really. I just have to make a couple decisions and I needed to do a little thinking about them."

"I'm sure you'll make the right decisions. You seem to be a smart young man."

"Thanks." I took a long drag off of the cigarette and held it in my lungs for a long while before I slowly let the smoke out.

Edna and I sat side by side on the stairs of the deck smoking our cigarettes and enjoying the cold night air. Neither of us talked for a while, and it was sort of a shock when Edna broke the silence as she lit her second cigarette.

"Taylor, I want you to know that I was a bit apprehensive when Jason told me that he was gay. I thought it was just a phrase that should be discouraged. But I talked to several people and called the Sunday Night Sex Show and got Sue's advice. I've seen the way that you two look at each other, I can see the love in your eyes."

I blushed as I took another drag off the cigarette. I snubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray that Edna had brought with her. I had had enough smoke for the day. I sat quietly and listened as Edna talked.

"I don't think I've seen Jason so happy since his mother died three years ago. It was tough on him, losing his mom to cancer. He watched her suffer, knowing that eventually she was going to die. It was like all the joy and love that he had inside of him died with his mom. You've resurrected that joy. Even if you two do break up eventually, being with you will have changed his life for the better."

I nodded my head silently. 'Why does life have to be such a bitch sometimes?' I thought to myself. "I love being around Jason," I said quietly, "He brings out the best in me and makes me happy."

Edna put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. We sat looking at the night sky, letting nothing interrupt our reverie. "You should put on a jacket if you are going to stay out here much longer, Taylor. It's cold out"

"I'm all right," I said as I folded my arms in front of me, "I'm not cold."

"Well I am cold and I've had my nicotine for the night. I'm going back inside. See you tomorrow morning."

Edna got up and walked back inside the house pulling the door shut behind her. I watched her go back into the house and then turned my attention back to the stars. I picked out the few constellations that I could remember from my first year astronomy class and wracked my brains trying to remember the other ones that we had looked at. I couldn't remember them. I shook my head in disappointment as I heard the patio door open a second time. It was Jason. He had my jacket with him and he draped it over my shoulders.

"I was wondering where you had gone. Grandma said you might need a jacket when I met her on the stairs."

"Thanks," I replied as I pulled on my jacket.

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a while? Or did you want to be alone?"

I tapped the deck beside me and Jason sat down. I put my arm around his waist and he rested his head on my shoulder. We sat quietly in the cold night air. I could smell Jason's hair as it rested on my shoulder. Edna had helped me with one of my decisions, now I would tell Jason about my other decision.

"Jason?

"Hmmmm?"

"I've decided to go for my Ph.D. in Computer Science. I'll be staying in Saskatoon for sure next year."

Jason tilted his head so he could look into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

I nodded my head. I wanted to stay in Saskatoon as long as possible. I wasn't sure I could get one of the few jobs that I'd be qualified for in the city, but I was sure that I wouldn't have any problems getting into the Graduate program.

Jason and I kissed on the stairs of the deck for a few moments. I braced myself and stood up. I reached down and gave Jason a hand getting to his feet before we walked, hand in hand, back into the house.

Early the next morning Kim called Jason and asked if we wanted to play road hockey on John's team in the annual road hockey tournament. I thought it sounded like fun, so Jason told her that we'd love to. Jason found out when our first game was, and I told him that I need to buy a couple of things.

"What do you need to buy?" Jason asked as he layed his head in my lap.

"A hockey stick, and a cup."

"A cup would probably be a good idea. I should probably get a new one too. I've grown a little since I was 12."

I smiled at Jason as I rubbed his belly. We had lunch and then went to the sporting goods store and got ourselves some protection. The road hockey tournament was a four day affair starting on the 27th and ending with the championship game on the 30th. Our first game was late in the afternoon on the 27th. The competition was stiff and everyone was taking the game very seriously. John and Erin were phenomenal hockey players. Jason was also really good. Kim and I on the other hand weren't the greatest in the world.

We managed to win our first three games before we finally lost a game in the quarter finals. We won our last two games and were awarded gift certificates for large fries at McDonalds as a prize.

During the hockey tournament, I had allowed myself to forget that New Year's Eve was rapidly approaching. But, now I was a little apprehensive about going to Mr. Rawlings' company party as Jason's date. Eventually, I realized that we only live once and that my time was short. I had nothing to fear as long as I had Jason. I could do anything, go anywhere. I kept these thoughts in mind as I donned the costume for the party. Jason had thought that, seeing as his Grandma thought we were both a couple of Romeos, we should both dress as Romeo. So, with that thought in mind, we had rented the same costume from the costume place. We were both dressed like Leonardo DiCaprio had dressed for the Capulet's party in William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Jason looked beautiful in the costume. He was beauty made flesh.

We arrived at the party shortly after nine pm. The party was already in full swing, with the free alcohol flowing like the proverbial river. Jason had his arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to him. We mingled with the other people in the room, and when Jason introduced me to his father's co-workers I was introduced as his boyfriend.

"Are you thirsty?" Jason asked me as we moved away from a conversation which had become very dull very fast.

"A little."

"Champagne good?"

"Sounds great."

"'Kay. You wait here and I'll go get us some champagne."

I felt alone as Jason walked off in search of a waiter bearing trays of drinks. My loneliness was soon replaced with discomfort as I turned around to find my next door neighbour from residence, Thomas Anderson. Thomas and I never gotten along well. He was always trying to goad me into arguments. His viewpoint was always to the right of centre while I usually represented the left wing. Our arguments had often gotten personal and on one occasion had turned physical.

"Hello, Thomas."

"Ah, Taylor. I've always wondered why you defended the fags and now I can see why. You are one."

"Thomas, are you really going to start this tonight?"

"Start what?"

"You know what. I'm not going to argue with you tonight. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I worked for the company last summer. Actually, I worked for your boyfriend's dad. He seemed a little fruity when I met him." Thomas looked at me smuggly.

"Thomas, even you couldn't ruin this night for me," I replied as I scanned the room for Jason, "So why even bother trying?"

"Trying to ruin your evening? I'd never stoop so low. I just thought I'd ask why you were leading a double life. You should live your life as a cocksucking fag everywhere, including the residence."

"You threatening to out me? 'Cause I really don't give a damn one way or the other."

"Really? Well then, I'll see you on Tuesday."

Thomas slithered away in search of a conversation to dominate, a drink to wet his throat. I stood waiting for Jason. My mood had darkened though. I knew that Thomas was going to out me to the entire residence. I only had 4 months of school left though. I could handle anything that the unimaginative rednecks could throw at me. Jason came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my back. He had two champagne flutes in his hand. I took the offered glass and wrapped my arm around his back.

"Who was that?" Jason asked as he took a sip of the bubbly liquid.

"Someone I know from Residence. He and I aren't the closest of friends. He's gonna out me on Tuesday."

I looked at Jason and could see the concern on his face. I squeezed him gently on the side in a half hug.

"It's all right. I was going to come out of the closet anyway. This way it'll be a little easier."

"Are you sure?" Jason asked seriously.

I pulled Jason toward me and kissed him gently. I could feel electricity as our tongues rubbed. With reluctance, I pulled back when Jason broke off the kiss.

"Okay, you're sure. But now you've made me very horny."

"How horny?"

Jason rubbed his crotch against my leg and I could feel his erection through his pants.

"Oh...that horny."

I quickly finished my champagne and placed my glass on a nearby table. I took Jason's nearly full glass from his hand and placed it down on the table. Jason looked at me quizzically as I took his hand and led him across the ballroom floor toward the washrooms. I pushed open the door and peered under the doors of the toilet stalls. We were alone. I pushed Jason into the last stall and locked the door behind us.

I sat down on the toilet and braced my legs against the door of the stall. If someone looked in all they would see is someone standing in front of the toilet. Jason's erection was tenting the material of the costume out and I gently stroked it. Jason moaned and began fumbling with his buttons in an attempt to release his cock from the costume. I batted his hands away gently and unbuttoned his pants. His cock was engorged with blood and I knew by his actions that he was desperately seeking release. I lowered his pants and his underwear to take a look at his beautiful cock.

The head was a dark purple, and beautifully shaped. I stuck my tongue out and gently licked the tip to capture some precum which was attempting to escape. Jason moaned and ran his hands through my hair. I opened my mouth wide and inhaled Jason's cock. I kept my slurping sounds to a minimum in case someone came into the washroom. I stuck my forefinger into my mouth covering it in saliva and then gently buried into Jason's hole. I tickled his prostate gently, dancing my finger over the walnut sized pleasure button. Jason moaned quite loudly and I was rewarded with another large gush of his sweet precum. I could tell Jason was getting close as he began pumping his hips in an attempt to bury his cock deep inside my throat. I felt his cock spasm and soon could taste his cum as it coated my tongue. The door to the bathroom opened and we froze. Neither of us made a sound as we listened to someone urinate in the urinal and then wash his hands. We waited until we heard the door close before we began breathing again. I swirled my tongue around Jason's cock as he pulled it from my mouth and tucked it back into his pants.

"That," Jason said as his breathing returned to normal, "was fantastic."

I smiled at Jason as I lowered my legs to the floor. Jason peeked out the door to the stall and confident that there was no one in the washroom, opened the door. I stood up and walked out of the stall right behind Jason. We walked to the urinals and emptied our bladders. We both took surreptitious glances at the other's cock as we urinated.

"Not hard?" Jason asked with a little surprise.

"Nope. You satisfied me before we left. I guess cuming three times just doesn't do it for you."

"Well I hope you can get it up again later tonight. I fully expect for you to help ring in the New Year by fucking me."

"I think that can be arranged. But you gotta realize, I'm getting old. I cant keep up with you"

"You're not old, and you're keeping up with me just fine."

I tucked my cock back into my pants and refastened the buttons. I took my time washing my hands. I dried my hands on the paper towel and then waited as Jason finished washing his hands.

Jason and I spent the remainder of the party drinking champagne and munching on the fine delicacies that were in abundance. We danced to several songs that weren't too old and even tried our hand at a Tango. The party started breaking up at about one am and we left in a taxi shortly after two. We had had a marvellous time together and the incident with Thomas was long forgotten.

Jason was feeling frisky after we got home and I worked my magic on him. He was squirming and squealing several times that night as I deposited three loads deep within his bowels.

Most of New Year's Day was spent cuddling in bed, trying torecuperate from the party and from the late night sex. Neither of us were feeling very horny and we just snuggled in bed, content. We were awakened on January second by the insistent knocking of Jason's father on the door.

"Jason, wake up," I nudged Jason and managed to rouse him, "Jason, your dad wants you."

"What?" Jason yelled at the locked door.

"There is a registered letter here at the door for you. You've got to come sign for it," Mr. Rawlings replied loudly.

Jason rolled out of bed and pulled a pair of sweats on. He didn't bother with a shirt as he opened the door and walked to the front door. I stayed in bed, keeping it warm for Jason's return from the cold abyss that is any house in Saskatchewan in winter. Jason was gone longer than I anticipated and I soon was fast asleep.

I was awakened for the second time by the touch of Mr. Rawlings on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and realized that Jason wasn't lying in the bed with me. I cocked my head and looked up at Mr. Rawlings. I could see in Mr. Rawlings eyes that something was wrong.

"Taylor, we have to talk."

"What's wrong?" I asked. I was concerned that something had happened to Jason, and my concerns were soon validated.

"Taylor, in 1990 Jason was involved in a bad car accident. He was taken to the hospital and required numerous tranfusions to prevent him from dying."

"Yeah, but by 1990 the blood had been screened for AIDS," I said as my brain leaped ahead of Mr. Rawlings, "It should be safe."

"Yes, it had been screened for AIDS, but not for Hepatitis C. Taylor, the letter Jason received advised him that the blood that he received at the hospital may have been tainted with the Hepatitis C virus. It suggests that he come in for a test," Mr. Rawlings paused for a moment before continuing. "Taylor, Hepatitis C can be spread through unprotected sex. You may have been infected as well."

To Be Continued...