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JASON'S SEXUAL ADVENTURES -- Chapter Six
They spent the rest of the afternoon naked in the cabin. They relaxed, talked, and watched a baseball game on television. One of them took a short nap. Eventually, Jim put his shorts on so he could go out on the patio and light the grill. The two others joined him as he cooked. They all enjoyed a beer.
They ate and relaxed afterwards. Jim carried dirty dishes to the kitchen, and then called the boys. They came in and found him naked again standing in the living room. He had laid a sheet atop the cotton rug on the floor. Once again Jim was in charge, and he told the willing guys to strip and get on their knees. Like earlier in the afternoon, he stood before them as they shared his dick, taking turns sucking cock and licking balls. Then Jim ordered them to get on all fours side by side. He stood behind them. Both boys knew what was next.
Jim stood behind Stan and pushed his rigid cock against Stan's hole. He said "Open up for me. Ah, I'm in. Here's the whole thing," as he buried his dick all the way into Stan's bottom. Jason had his head turned to watch it and heard a moan uttered deep from within Stan's throat.
Then Jim said, "say it to me, Stan. What do I like to hear?"
Stan responded, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me."
Stan's stepdad fucked him with long steady strokes for several minutes before pulling out. Jim moved to Jason and pushed his way in. There was no hesitation, and Jim plunged all of his dick in Jason with one swift hunch. The roughness surprised Jason, but it was quickly forgotten as Jim began his work, fucking his son's best friend deep and hard. Jason loved something in his ass, and Jim was giving it to him. He was thankful for the pleasure.
Jason got his own several minutes of fucks before Jim withdrew and moved back to Stan. Jim was in Stan again, moving with a faster rhythm, when he called to Jason.
"Take Stan's dick. Jack it for him."
Jason moved close to Stan, reached his hand under him, and wrapped his fingers around Stan's cock that was flopping up and down with each thrust of Jim's dick. Jim and Jason worked together taking Stan closer and closer to climax. Stan was answering each hunch of Jim's hips with a moan. Jason took his free hand and placed it on Jim's ass cheek. His hand moved back and forward just as Jim's dick traveled back and forth in Stan. Jason was excited by what he saw and what he was doing, and his own dick was dripping precum.
Stan announced his climax with a long-sustained moan as ribbons of cum splattered on the sheet on the floor. Jim's hips and Jason's hand moved slower and slower until the only motion among the three was the expansion and contraction of Stan's chest as he caught his breath. Jim had purposely not cum. He was saving his hard dick and his cum dump for Jason. He was going to make sure he pleased both his boys.
Jim moved back to Jason's bottom, who was again on all fours. Jim was in him quickly. He was charged from his fucking Stan, so he was not spending any time with preliminaries. He was there to fuck, and he did it fast and hard. That special pleasure that a dick creates in Jason's bottom hit him quickly, and he uttered "Oh, Oh, Oh." The pleasure doubled as Stan moved to Jason's side and took his dick in his hand. Stan jacked and Jim fucked. Jason turned his head and looked at Stan. His mouth was open and he was breathing heavily. His face was contorted, not from pain but from the unbelievable sexual energy flowing through his body. Then his eyes squeezed shut, and Stan could feel the pulsing of Jason's dick as it emptied cum on the floor below him.
Jim's climax was shortly afterwards. Jim was a talker, and all the time he was working his cock in Jason's hole, he muttered things like, "Take my dick, take my big dick" and "You like my cock, don't you boy." When Jim came, he yelled out, "Here it is." Jason was quiet but he took it, as Jim had commanded. He happily took Jim's cum.
The three of them relaxed and enjoyed the afterglow of sex as they sat naked on the darkened screen porch. There were two bedrooms at the cabin, one with a queen-sized bed and the other with two single beds. Jim wanted to "sleep with his boys." He laid down in the middle of the queen bed with his arms outstretched. Jason laid on one arm, and Stan did the same on the other. Jim gave them both a hug and immediately fell asleep, generously helped by the several beers he drank that evening.
It wasn't reasonable for the three of them to crowd into the same bed comfortably, so the two boys extricated themselves after Jim went to sleep and went to the other bedroom. They walked into the other bedroom and stopped. They just stood there in the dark looking at each other, saying nothing. Neither of them wanted to crawl into a bed alone. Then Jason said, "Kiss me again." He never realized how erotic a kiss could be before this evening, and he wanted it again.
They embraced with Stan's arms around Jason's waist and Jason's arms around Stan's shoulders. They kissed passionately with Stan's head tilted upward to meet the lips of the taller Jason. They moved to one of the beds and Stan laid on his back. Jason sat on his knees between Stan's spread legs. He gently rubbed his hands up Stan's legs from his knees to his waist before bracing himself on his arms above Stan. Jason lowered his head and stuck his wet tongue into Stan's navel. Then he worked his way downward along Stan's treasure trail with his lips and tongue. When his lips met Stan's erect cock lying flat on his stomach, Jason lifted the cock and continued down the trail to the base of Stan's cock. Only then did he take the treasure into his mouth and suck Stan's dick.
Stan's cock felt so good to Jason, and he said, "I was made to do this. Your dick fits perfectly in my mouth."
It was Stan's turn to pleasure Jason, but first Stan gets up and turns on the lights. "I want to see your cock, and I want you to watch me suck it."
Jason rose up on his elbows and looked at Stan crouched between his legs with Jason's dick in his hand. Their eyes locked, and Stan licked and sucked Jason's cock. Then Stan moved up Jason's body with his tongue, licking the flat stomach, then nibbling on the erect nipples. Jason's moans told him that he had discovered an unknown source of sexual excitement for his best friend. Next came the neck, and finally the lips. They finished the evening in the sixty-nine position, sucking each other to climax. They slept that night with their bodies intertwined in a single bed.
The next day, Jim cooked pancakes. The morning was spent on the water. Jim pulled both guys around the lake, and then Stan did the slalom, using a single ski. They quit for lunch, and then began to prepare to leave. They washed and dried the bed linens, but Jim left the cum stained sheet on the living room floor for one more round of sex before going home.
Jim acted as director again. They started as they had the first time with Jim standing in the middle of the room and Stan and Jason doing a tag team suck of Jim's cock, one taking it in their mouth while the other worked on the balls, and then switching. Jim was more talkative than ever, and he began a monologue while the two boys worked on his dick.
"Jason, Stan knows how you and I met. In the woods. You were a horny boy with a condom in his pocket looking for someone to fuck him. But Jason, you don't know about Stan and me. It was a Saturday morning, and his mother had left for a day of shopping. I was in bed, awake but with my eyes still closed. I was lying there naked with my morning wood. I heard the gentle opening of the bedroom door. Then I felt the sheet covering me being pushed aside, exposing my hard dick. I opened my eyes and there stood Stan, staring at my cock. Stan's eyes moved to my face, and he saw that I was awake. He didn't turn and run. He just stood there quietly looking at my cock."
"I said, It's big, isn't?' Stan nodded his head yes. You can hold it.' Stan took it in his hand. He didn't just hold it, he jacked it. I knew then that he knew what to do. He jacked himself." "Then I asked, Is there anything else you want to do to it?' Stan kneeled down and took my dick in his mouth. Well, at that point, I pulled him into bed. I took him that day; I fucked him. He said it hurt but he must have liked it. That night when all the house was asleep, I creeped into Stan's room. He was naked on the bed with a hard dick, waiting for me. As I got into bed with him, he said, I want you to fuck me again.'"
Stan and Jason were half listening, for they were busy doing more enjoyable things. But then, Jim backed up and sat down on the couch. The conversation changed.
"Jason, my boy here is a virgin. Despite the fact that I fuck him two or three times a week, he has never had his dick in a hole. I want him to fuck you, and I am going to watch and enjoy it, seeing my boy pound your ass."
Jason, the ever-ready bottom, could think of nothing more exciting. He turned around and got into position, on his knees, leaning over, braced on his arms. Stan was behind him with his hands on Jason's hips. He pressed forward and it happened, Jason opened and accepted Stan's full length. Stan had his dick in his best friend's warm, wet hole, and it felt wonderful. Jason felt something wonderful too, something long and thick filling his insides.
Jason was hungry to be fucked, and he welcomed Stan's movement. Stan pulled back, his shaft coming out inch by inch, until just his dick head remained inside. Then he retraced his movement, going further and further in until his cock was gone, buried inside Jason. Stan repeated this five times. Then Stan began shorter and faster moves.
Stan's moves felt great but different. Different but good. Stan was rolling his hips in some way that hit Jason in all the right places. Stan was constant in his rhythm minute after minute. The pleasure that Jason experienced grew stronger and ever better and then he hit a plateau. Every nerve in his body could feel the sensation emanating from Jason's hole, and he rode that pleasure as if on the chest of a wave that never broke. On and on Stan fucked, ever steady, and on and on Jason was washed with pleasure.
Jason was kneeling. He was getting fucked, and nothing more. Jason had not touched his own dick yet. He wanted to continue, to extend what was happening to him. He wanted more of Stan's movement in him. Jason knew that if he jacked his dick that he would climax soon. He wanted to wait for Stan. Jason wanted them to cum together, so he waited. But the wait was other worldly. It was so wonderful, why change?
All this time Jim sat on the couch jerking his cock watching Stan and Jason fuck. He was proud of his boy. He could see Jason was in ecstasy from Stan's dick in his bottom. Jim was ready. He stood up, walked to the two boys, and shot his cum on their bodies, some landing on Stan's chest and the rest on Jason's back. He leaned over and wiped the cum off his fingers unto Stan's butt cheek. He went to the screen porch and fell asleep in the hammock.
The two friends fucked on. The end was not a willful decision by Jason. His body was in the grip of sexual passion, and it sought its fulfillment. Jason's dick jerked and shot a stream of cum---once, twice, thrice, four times. Jason had climaxed without jacking. Stan had fucked the cum out of him. It was the greatest climax of Jason's life.
Thirty seconds later, Stan emitted a shout, telling the world that he was cumming. Jason was joyous as Stan washed his insides with sperm. Stan continued to fuck his friend, but his movements grew slower and slower. He stopped. Then he leaned over, placing his chest against Jason's back, and wrapped his arms around his body.
Stan said in Jason's ear, "I want us to lay down. On three, lean to the left. One, two, three."
They leaned to the left with Stan's arm extended to catch them and lower them to the floor. They laid there, spooning, their bodies touching. Stan had his arm around Jason with his hand on his chest. Stan's dick was still in Jason's bottom. It began to soften.
They laid there contented and satisfied, their passion now affection. Stan softly stroked his hand across Jason's chest, and Jason reached and squeezed Stan's arm. Stan said, "I could stay like this forever."
Jason replied, "Me too." He paused, and then he said, "It will be awkward in English class." They both chuckled.
Next came a question that has been uttered countless times after a first coupling. It was a question of performance, a question of adequacy. Stan asked, "Was it good for you?" His words meant "Did I do it right?"
Jason gave a reply far better than Stan had hoped. "It was unbelievable. It was magic. You fucked me to climax. I never touched my cock. It was the greatest climax of my life."
Stan gave Jason a hug. They laid there in silence for a while. Then Jason said, "I can feel you inside me. Are you hard?"
Stan replied, "Yes, I could go again."
"Damn, I've got me a stud!"
"That's what I want to be," Stan said with sincerity in his voice, "I want to be your stud."
Jason replied, "Yes, that's what I want, you to be my stud."
Stan raised himself on his elbow so now he was looking down at the side of Jason's face. He said, "Look at me." Jason turned his head and looked up at Stan. Stan said, "You have the sexiest green eyes. Close them." Jason closed his eyes and then he felt on his lips the lips of Stan. It was a kiss of passion past; a kiss of affection now; a kiss of passion in the future. It was a kiss at the beginning of love.
THE END