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JASON'S SEXUAL ADVENTURES -- Chapter Three
It was well into fall. Jason turned sixteen at the first of September and got his drivers' license. School was in full swing. It had been months since Jason had felt the hands of another man on his body. This was a dilemma he wanted to solve, but Jason feared his secret would be revealed. Jason learned from his two weeks with Raf that he was, as Raf used to say, a bottom boy. He loved dick in his mouth and dick in his hole. But Jason's friends were mostly jocks, many on the baseball team, and they used "queer" and "fag" as words of insult and ridicule. They made fun behind their backs of other guys around the school that they thought effeminate or gay.
Jason came up with two candidates, both of which did not go to his school. One was Craig who lived two doors up and went to private school. Craig and Jason had played together since the fourth grade. Craig openly talked about sex, about jacking his dick, about how big a load he shot. Most recently, he had a hilarious story about getting hard in math class, discreetly rubbing his dick under his desk and then being called to the board.
On a day when no one was in the house, Jason invited Craig over to play video games. They sat together on the couch in the basement den in front of a large screen TV. They each had a controller. They moved and bounced on the couch as they battled on the screen, and their legs rubbed against each other over and over again.
Jason's thoughts of sex made his dick hard, which was part of his plan. He said, "Damn, my dick has a mind of its own. I am hard as a rock."
Craig looked down at Jason's shorts and clearly saw Jason's erection showing in his pant leg. "You are right. That monster is out of control." He returned his eyes to the TV screen as his fingers worked the controller.
Jason took one hand off his controller and began to pull on his hard shaft through his shorts. "Damn, this feels good. What am I going to do?" Jason asked.
Craig said back, "Bro, you have two problems. The first one. You have to tame that log in your leg. Jack it. The second one. I just destroyed another of your starships." Craig had his eyes back on the TV screen.
Craig had given Jason an invitation, so Jason put down his controller, stood up, and dropped his pants, working his rigid cock with his hand. Craig looked at Jason and then looked back at the TV. He continued to play the game.
Jason realized that Craig was not going to join him, but Craig did not seem bothered or offended. Jason walked to the bathroom across the room next to the TV. He stood before the toilet with the door open. Craig could clearly see him. He stood there jacking his cock, pulling on his balls.
Craig gave him encouragement by calling out, "Go for it, man." But it was clear that Craig was going to be a witness, not a participant. Jason reconciled himself to the fact that he was in a solo act, and he decided to make the most of it. He put on a show, jacking his cock, pulling on his balls, pinching his nipples. Craig watched a lot, moving his attention back and forth from the TV screen to Jason and back to the TV. It ended with a loud moan, for Craig's benefit, and squirts of cum falling into the toilet. The day ended. Jason got his rocks off, and Craig won the video game.
The second candidate was Randy, a member of Jason's Boy Scout Troop, who went to another school. Randy and Jason had jerked off together, and Randy had actually had his hand on Jason's cock. Randy had stopped coming to the Boy Scout meetings after he got his driver's license, which was common. There were more fun things to do than spending time in the woods with a bunch of boys, and it was called girls.
Jason called Randy and told him that the troop was having a camp out the coming weekend. Randy said that he couldn't go. He was spending the weekend with his girlfriend, Allison. However, the next day Randy called back, and said that Allison was going to see her grandmother that weekend. Randy said he wanted to go, and said "If you bring that big tent of yours, I will bring lots of things to eat."
The weather that weekend was great, and the troop leader had brought two canoes and a kayak, so the guys played a lot in the lake. After dinner and everything else, it was time for sleep. Jason was laying on top of his sleeping bag, shirtless, in his underwear with a big hard on that pointed upward towards his chest. His dickhead was showing above the waistband of his shorts. Randy came in and undressed, leaving on a tee shirt and his underwear.
"Man, I have been horny all day," said Randy. He looked at Jason and exclaimed, "Wow, I see you are in the same condition." After saying this, Randy dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He laid on his sleeping bag and took his dick in his hand. Jason was happy to follow, and he pushed his underwear down and kicked them off.
They laid there slowly working their hands up and down their hard dicks. Jason looked at Randy's cock. It looked huge. Randy was a big guy with large hands, and his dick rose at least an inch above his fist. Jason wanted it in his hole, but Jason would have been happy to have it in his mouth. Randy gave him encouragement as he jacked his cock, "Ah, this feels great."
Jason mustered his courage and took the leap when he said "I'll suck it."
Randy answered in a friendly casual manner without a hint of condemnation, "We don't need any of that queer stuff. We have pussies to think about."
Randy began a monologue that lasted the rest of the evening. It was all about girls and boobs and getting into their pussies.
"It took me forever to get Allison to let me unsnap her bra, but it was worth it. I love boobs and I showed it. I held them and squeezed them, and even sucked on her nipples. And she loved it. Allison will only let me squeeze her pussy through her panties, but it feels so warm. On our next date I am going to take my hard dick out of my pants, and do this."
Randy reached across and took Jason's hand by the wrist and brought it over to Randy's cock. Jason put his fingers around it and held it. It was big, thick and long.
Randy said, "As she feels my hard dick, I am going to tell her `This is what you do to me. I want you so much.' And then I'm going to show her how to jack me."
At this point, Randy put his hand over Jason's and moves it up and down. After a moment, Randy removed his hand and Jason continued to give Randy a hand job. Jason jacked and Randy talked. Soon Randy began to buck his hips and talk about sliding his cock inside Allison's pussy. He told Jason he was coming, and Jason quickened his movement. When Randy came it was heavy and thick, not traveling far beyond his cock head. It formed a huge puddle on his stomach.
"Boy, that was good," Randy said, and he reached for some paper towel to clean up his cum. Then he turned to Jason and said, "And now you."
Earlier in the day, as Randy was talking about Allison, he asked Jason if he had a girl. Jason had a close friend named Susan, and they hung out together, but they were not a couple. Jason led Randy to think otherwise.
Randy said, "Alright, now we'll think about Susan," as he took Jason's dick in his hand. Randy jacked Jason gleefully as he spun a porn fantasy in his head about this unknown Susan and her tight pussy. Jason tuned Randy out of his head, and thought his own fantasies of sucking dick and getting fucked. Jason came in his usual manner with squirts that shot far. A hand job was not what he had hoped for, but he was thankful that night for what he could get. However, Randy's words about "queer stuff" were hard to forget and only made Jason more committed to keeping his secret.
Randy never came to another Boy Scout meeting. After attending two more Wednesday night meetings, Jason quit the Scouts too.
Jason was, again, left with his hand for his sexual excitement, augmented by images on Pornhub and other sites found on his phone. He looked at sites for finding hookups, but he feared disclosing any information that could be tracked back to him, even a secret email account. One site even provided potential partners with a hint of his location, which, to Jason, was nearly as terrible as revealing his name. He thought of visiting Raf in Savannah, but he could find no trace of him.
Soon it was the Christmas break, followed by New Years. Jason made a resolution to change things. On New Year's Day he stood in front of an adult bookstore looking at the sign that said "You must be 18 or older to enter." Jason was not, but he was now over six feet and had the body of a man. The man at the counter paid no attention to him when he came in.
Jason took just a few steps into the store before he was face to face with what he came for. It was a wall of dildos, a wall of dicks in different sizes and shapes and colors. He found one that reminded him of Raf and bought it along with a large container of lube. He rushed home to try out his new treasure.
The house was empty and he locked himself into his upstairs bedroom. Laying on his back he pushed the lubed dildo against his hole and felt the familiar discomfort as it tried to get in. He accepted it and slowly pushed it in until the balls hit his hole. He sighed with a smile on his face. He had not felt anything in his hole since summer. He moved the toy in and out with both hands. Then he took his cock in his right hand and starting jerking as he continued fucking his hole using his left hand. It was awkward at first, but Jason was coordinated. Although his threw a baseball with his right, he was a switch hitter so soon he had both hands coordinated, moving in unison.
Jason soon reached that special moment when his hole began generating its own pleasure. His hole and his dick were partners, and he expressed his feelings by grunts and moans. Jason was not in a hurry, so he varied his masturbation. Sometimes he just worked his hole. Sometimes he just jacked his dick. But most of the time he worked them both. Several times he was almost there but stopped just short of the point of no return. He savored the feeling. Then he would do it all again. Finally, he let himself go and his cock squirted like a fire hose. He was covered with cum. The dildo met Jason's need, and he gave up on the idea of finding a secret sexual partner. His dildo was a substitute, and he called it Pinkie. He had his secret passion, and he fulfilled it with Pinkie that he kept in a shoe box in the back of his closet.