Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material.
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Jerking With Jason
By R. A. Swain
Jason approached the locker room and casually stripped off his sweat soaked T-shirt. "Yeah, that's a good boy," he heard the voice whisper in his mind. It was the voice that had always been there since he was 8 years old and gotten his first erection. It was the voice that taunted him and coerced him, and cajoled him into exposing himself among other things whenever he felt the slightest bit horny.
He knew, deep in his heart, that the voice didn't exist. It was nothing more than a figment of his fertile imagination, but still he heard the voice. It would tell him to drop his pants while he drove home from work along Route One, and it would tell him to stroke his exposed cock when he was riding along side of a truck, and flash the trucker. The voice would tell him to make eye contact with the trucker and to pull over at the next rest stop and suck off the trucker, or put on a jerk off show for him.
The voice had been telling him to expose himself for more than 15 years. He closed his eyes outside of the locker room door and willed the voice to shut up. Instead the voice taunted him. "You know that ain't gonna happen. Now get in there and get naked."
Jason entered the locker room wishing he had worked out longer because there were several men in the locker area, in various stages of undress. He guesstimated their various ages between 18 and 65, as he made his way along the rows of lockers to the alcove where he had chosen a locker. It was an empty alcove, but it was the farthest alcove from the showers and steam room. He listened as the men talked and joked, stripping his workout gear off and wrapping his towel around his waist.
"Uh uh, that will never do," whispered the voice. "A towel should be worn around the neck as you walk to the shower with your cock swinging."
Jason willed himself not to give in, but he felt his hand at his waist and then the towel slowly loosening and falling away. He picked it up from the floor and draped it around his neck. His cock fluffed up a bit as his mind focused on his nudity.
"That's better," the voice whispered.
Jason made his way down the rows of lockers toward the showers, glancing to his left or right occasionally, taking in the view of a naked or semi-naked man. He compared his body to those he saw. Some were in good shape, better than he, and others weren't. Some were average, and some were skinny or heavy. Some were smooth and some were hairy.
He paused by the mirror near the shower area, and looked at his naked body. Five foot eleven inches tall, with a mildly defined chest, and flat abs. He weighed 181 pounds, and didn't look overweight, even thought he thought of himself as overweight. His cock was a simple seven inches with a nicely cut tip. He glanced at his butt in the mirror and saw a muscular ass. Maybe you couldn't bounce a quarter off it, but it was nicely shaped.
He entered the shower area, hung up his towel and stepped under a warm stream of water. He pumped some soap from the dispenser into his hand and began soaping up his body. "That's it, soap up your cock. Let the guy under the last shower ring see you soap your shaft."
He fought the thought, but it didn't matter. He felt his cock fluff up even more, until it was noticeably puffed, but not sticking straight out and up. He hurried through his shower to the steam room. Inside he was along. He took a deep breath of moist hot air and then seated himself on the ledge away from the door. His cock didn't grow or go limp, it just kind of stayed fluffed enough to look hot and attract attention. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
The whooshing sound of the door opening and closing and a masculine cough made him realize he was no longer alone. He consciously brought his legs together more, and opened his eyes. He recognized the man who entered. He had dark red hair, and a pale, but nicely defined body. Jason had played basketball a couple of times with him shooting hoops just to pass the time. His name was Ron.
"Hi." Ron said with a nod, as he took the seat opposite Jason.
Jason smiled and nodded back, noticing Ron sat with his legs spread slightly. They were apart enough to show a good-sized cock hanging between his legs. Ron had a smattering of hair on his chest, like Jason, but where Jason had trimmed his pubic hair to a neat triangle, Ron had a full bush of dark red fur.
"This will never do," the voice whispered. "Spread your legs."
No, Jason thought. Not that.
It didn't matter. Jason glanced down and noticed his legs spreading further apart. He glanced up at Ron and saw Ron had pulled his right leg up on the seat so his legs were also fairly widespread. "Warm in here," Jason commented.
"Yeah," Ron said with a smile. "You look like you getting very hot."
Jason looked down at his body glistening with sweat and saw his cock was growing. It was now sticking straight out and pointing toward Ron. "Um, sorry about that."
"Don't apologize. I'm liking the view." Ron placed his right leg back down and spread his legs to match Jason's. "You can do something about that, if you want. I won't be offended."
Jason looked down at his now fully erect cock pointing upward toward his belly. "Are you sure?"
Ron didn't answer. Instead he reached down for his own semi-hard cock and began stroking himself.
Jason watched for a moment, and then reached for his own cock, fisting his erection for Ron's viewing pleasure.
"Oh yeah," Ron hissed. "Pump that bay boy for me."
Jason smiled and did as Ron said, stroking his cock while Ron watched him. He in turn watched Ron stroking his hard and thick cock. "Man, how thick are you?"
"I'm eight inches long and six inches round. You?"
"I'm seven inches long and four round."
"Nice."
"Thanks."
The two men didn't speak much, just sitting and staring at each other watching each other perform. Their fists stroked, and they matched each other rhythm. Both their cocks throbbed and pulsed as they gave themselves pleasure for the enjoyment of the other. They watched each other as their breath drew sharp, and finally Ron moaned and Jason watched a stream of cum shoot from his cock into the air before him and land on Ron's leg.
Ron aimed his cock back and the second, third and forth streams of his hot man seed erupted up his stomach and his chest, covering his hand as well. Jason was mesmerized by the show, and in a few second was putting on a show of his own for Ron, his cum exploding forth much as Ron's had, shooting up in the air and landing on his stomach and chest and cock.
Both men took deep breaths and shuddered a bit, before relaxing. "Man, that was a hot show," Ron said. "I hope I can see it again sometime."
"I'm here quite often," Jason answered.
He watched Ron stand up and leave. He pumped his still hard cock a few more times before exiting the steam room himself.
"Yeah, that was a good show," the voice whispered, "but you've done better."
Jason showered again and dressed hurriedly. He was late for an appointment. Driving across town he didn't think about meeting his customer, but rather about the show he'd just put on for Ron. He felt his cock growing again in his dress slacks. He hadn't put his boxers on after his shower, electing to freeball for the rest of the evening. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea, he thought.
"It was a very good idea," the voice said. "Why don't you give yourself a little air? Open you fly."
No, Jason thought. His thoughts were ignored as his hand worked his fly down while he turned onto Ninth Street. He reached in and gently caressed his semi-hard cock. He concentrated on driving, trying not to have an accident while he was holding his cock. Soon he was back at his office for his evening meeting.
He parked, grabbed his briefcase and headed into the building, forgetting all about his open fly. He rode the elevator to the eleventh floor and then walked down the hallway to his office. Once inside he placed his briefcase on his desk and opened it. The door opened again and his seven PM appointment, Nate, walked in.
Jason turned and greeted Nate, his hand out. "Good to see you." He took in Nate's dark skin, and shaved head, and the crisp business suit equally as neat as his own.
"Good to see you too, man," Nate responded. He sat down on the leather couch along the wall opposite the window and Jason sat next to him. "So I have a few properties lined up for you to consider," he said.
Nate smiled. "I can see that. Looks like the Washington Monument from here."
Jason's brow furrowed in puzzlement until he noticed where Nate's stare had fallen. He glanced down at his open fly and his cock head peeking out. "Oh wow, man. I'm sorry." He reached for his fly, but Nate's hand caught his wrist.
"Don't. I dare you to leave it open."
Jason's eyes widened, but he didn't close his fly.
"That's better," Nate said. "Now sit back so your cock inches out further."
Jason couldn't believe he was doing this with his customer.
Nate reached across the couch and wrapped his hand around Jason's growing shaft and pumped it a few times. "That feels good."
"Yes, it does," Jason hoarsely whispered. "Why are you doing this?"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," Jason answered too quickly. "I want you to keep doing it."
"Open my fly," Nate ordered.
Jason turned to Nate and reached for his crotch. He could feel the hardness beneath the soft material of Nate's neatly pressed trousers, as he tugged the fly open and watched as his customer's cock sprang out. It was long and dark, and wide.
Nate smiled when he saw the look on Jason's face. "Go ahead, get your mouth on it," he ordered.
Jason leaned forward and took the purple tip in his mouth. Nate was bigger than any other man Jason had sucked off. He liked Nate's cock, and immediately began sliding his lips down the long shaft, taking in as much as he could, relaxing his throat muscles in an attempt to avoid gagging while Nate gently thrust into his mouth.
He came up for air. "How big is it?" He asked after taking a deep breath.
"Eleven inches by six. Take your pants off," Nate ordered.
Jason stood up and dropped his trousers, slipping his shoes off and stepping out of the pants gathered around his ankles. He watched as Nate did the same, shedding his trousers and revealing long lean legs, and a neatly trimmed bush. Jason stood next to Nate and their cocks touched. Nate pressed his cock against Jason's and wrapped his fingers around as much of the combined man meat as he could, stroking them together and grinding his balls against Jason's.
"Kiss me and grind you cock against mine," Nate ordered.
Jason didn't hesitate. He pressed his lips and his cock against the more muscular man and felt Nate rubbing his cock against Jason's, pumping and thrusting, while they stood kissing. Soon Nate had guided them back down onto the leather couch and then positioned himself on top of Jason. Again he ground his dark cock against Jason's pale cock. He leaned in and stuck his tongue in Jason's mouth again and thrust against him, reaching up beneath Jason's shirt with his right hand and pinching his nipple harshly.
Jason moaned. He felt cum building up in his balls, as Nate's cock assaulted his own. He knew cum was also building up in Nate's big balls. "I'm getting close," he whispered.
"Good," Nate replied. "I'm gonna shoot my load all over your nice dress shirt, and then you're going to blow your own load on it and you'll finish this presentation dressed just as you are. Them you'll suck on my cock again, and I'll blow another load of my cum on you, and you'll wear it home."
"Yes, "Jason said. "I want to do that."
Nate moaned and his cum shot from his cock up Jason's stomach, over his chest and his chin. He watched shot after shot of Nate's cum coat his shirt, and then lay back and stroked himself off while Nate watched him add his cum to Nate's.
Jason took a deep breath sat up and finished his presentation to his customer, all the while Nate sat listening and casually caressing his cock. He distracted Jason when he toyed with his big low hanging balls, but Jason finished his presentation as promised. Then Nate stood up and thrust his cock toward Jason once again.
"Get on it," he ordered, and Jason fell to his knees in front of Nate, taking his salty tasting cock in his mouth again. He sucked on it and licked the shaft, tonguing the balls and enjoying the feeling of the hot throbbing cock as it pulsed between his lips. All too soon Nate was ready to deliver his next load of cum, and he hosed down Jason's shirt once more.
Jason shivered with pleasure and he dressed after his meeting, leaving his fly open and his cock and balls hanging out. Nate walked him to the elevator, exposed as he was, playing with the still hard cock. They rode down to the lobby together, Nate stroking Jason's cock. It was late and the lobby was empty, but it didn't matter. Jason just liked the idea of being exposed this way.
He didn't put his cock back in his pants for the rest of the night, leaving it out for his ride home and his walk to his apartment. He slept fitfully that evening and awoke late the next day. A quick shower and he slipped on a pair of white trimmed boxers.
"Good choice," said the voice in his head.
The doorbell stopped him from starting that usual mental conversation that would end with him losing his wits and being late for work. He trotted to the door and found his best bud, Roger, wearing tight jogging shorts, a tank top, and sneakers standing before him as he opened it. "Oh man," Jason said. "I totally forgot about our run this morning."
Roger stood smiling and leaning against the doorframe. "Well, you could throw on some sneakers and a T-shirt and join me just like that?"
Jason blushed a bit, but also felt his cock getting slightly puffed up at the thought of jogging in his boxer shorts. "I can't man. I have a meeting this morning."
"So if you didn't have a meeting, you'd join me dressed just as you are?" Roger asked.
Jason laughed. "Man, you always are trying to get me as exposed as possible in public. You'd have been proud of me yesterday at the gym."
"Why? What happened?"
"I'll just tell you, I was very exposed and a horn dog all day," Jason replied.
Roger glanced down at Jason's boxers which were tenting more obviously the longer Jason stood in the open front doorway of his condo. "You don't have to be on time for this meeting, do you?" Roger reached out and tweaked his best bud's left nipple.
Jason felt his cock spring straight out, pushing against the fly of his boxers. "Come on in, if you're going to get me all horned up so early in the morning."
"No, you step out here for a few minutes," Roger challenged.
Jason glanced out the door at the parking lot just visible around the corner from his position inside. "If I come out there, anyone in the parking lot will be able to see me. I don't want to get arrested for indecent exposure."
"There's nothing indecent about you," Roger said, reaching out and tweaking Jason's right nipple.
Jason's cock throbbed against the fly of his boxers and the material shifted just enough for his tip to pop out only slightly. Roger's eyes bulged. "Now you've got to step out here. I dare you. One minute."
"Do it," Jason's mind screamed.
Jason didn't answer Roger, instead he took a deep breath and stepped outside on the sidewalk next to Roger, in full view of the parking lot should any of his neighbors be out there to see him. As he stepped outside, the material of his boxers shifted again, and the full length of his cock slipped from their confines and slid out the fly into the open. His cock curved up in a very noticeable erection.
"Nice," Roger said.
"You could always get me to do the most embarrassing things when we were younger," Jason said. "Now can we go inside? I'm going to be late for this meeting."
"First I want you to stroke yourself," Roger challenged.
Jason met his stare, blue eyes to blue eyes, and slowly, in broad daylight in front of his condo, fisted his erection and pumped it a few times. "Man, this is getting me really hot."
"Stroke it some more," Roger ordered, his own hand groping his cock through his running shorts.
"Take yours out," Jason challenged.
Roger glanced around, and tugged his jogging shorts down in the front, hooking them under his balls. "First guy to cum wins," he said, beginning to stroke his own seven-inch, trimmed and lean cock.
Jason's fist began to pound his cock faster. "Wins what?" he asked.
"The right to finish off the winner," Roger answered, his own fist pounding. "Right out here, right now."
Jason glanced around. "This is kind of dangerous. What if someone looks outside and sees a couple of guys beating off?"
"They'll get a thrill."
"I'm close," Jason said.
"Yeah? Shot it for me," Roger whispered.
Jason pounded his fist along his shaft and in a few seconds he was shooting a load of hot cum on the sidewalk outside of his front door. "Man, that was hot."
Roger smiled. "You won. Go ahead. Finish me off."
Somehow Jason knew he'd been had, coerced into jerking off in front of his best bud, again. "Come inside."
"Nope. Finish me off out here. And don't put your cock back in your boxers until I cum," Roger instructed.
Jason didn't want to give in, but he knew he would. He reached out and took hold of Roger's smooth and firm cock and began stroking it. He still marveled at how hot it felt to touch another guy's hard cock. The cocks always looked so rigid, but the skin always felt so soft to the touch, not taunt or stretched too tightly. He glided his fist up and down Roger's shaft, and allowed his thumb to rub against the tip, knowing Roger loved it when anyone played with his tip.
Jason increased his speed and watched his fist flying up and down his best buddy's shaft. He made sure his thumb rubbed the tip just on the underside below the tip as well. Roger moaned. "I'm gonna shot."
"Yeah, shoot it for me," Jason whispered, stroking Roger faster and watching as the first spurt of white hot cum flew from the tip and onto the sidewalk, mingling with his own. Then another and another. Roger shuddered in Jason's hand. As they heard a car start at the far end of the parking lot, Jason pushed Roger inside.
"That was so freakin' hot," he said, before locking his lips over Roger's.
Almost two hours late for work, Jason wandered into his office. He nodded to the secretary and a couple of co-workers, before making a beeline to his private office where he quickly opened his laptop, and plugged into the office network. As soon as he logged in he got an instant message from Justin, one of his on-line buddies.
"Hey Jas, how u doing?"
"Good. U?" he typed his response.
"Fine. Bored here in my office. U up for a game?"
Jason knew he should be working, but he couldn't help himself. "A short one. I already beat off this morning once."
"LOL, man. You are a horn dog."
"T or D?" Jason typed.
"Dare," Justin responded.
"Are you in your private office?"
"Yeah."
"I dare you to take you dick out and get yourself hard." Jason typed.
"Wait'll I close the door," Justin replied.
"No," Jason quickly typed. "I dare you to leave the door open. You're behind your desk. No one can see."
There was a pause. "All right. I'll do it."
"Cool."
"Okay, dick out. T or D?"
"Dare," Jason replied.
"Is your door closed?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I dare you to drop your pants to your ankles for as long as I've got my dick out with the door open."
Jason reached for his belt and loosened it. He popped the button at his waist and lowered the zipper. Without standing up he slipped his pants down to his ankles. "Okay, pants down," he typed. "T or D?"
"Dare," Justin typed back.
"I dare you to edge five times."
Justin responded quickly. "Damn, you jumped right into it today. Five times. You're on. T or D?"
"Dare," Jason replied.
"I dare you to edge ten times. If either of us cum before we hit our goals, we shoot the loads up our shirts and ties."
Jason smiled, his cock already in his hand. "You're on."
Both men sat in their respective offices, stroking themselves to the brink of cumming and stopping short, before resuming their stroke game.
"Justin, I dare you to stand up for 30 seconds," Jason typed, adding, "facing your open door."
"You're on, dude."
Jason felt himself getting close for a seventh time, and knew he couldn't hold out. He squeezed his cock, trying to hold back, but it was too late. He felt the geyser shooting up the length of his shaft and out the tip. He looked down at his cum splattering on his shirt and tie. "You just won this round," he typed.
Justin responded. "Cool. Meet me for lunch. I want to see you in a cum splattered shirt."
"Okay, I'll meet you in the lobby in 45 minutes." He signed off and pulled his pants up.
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