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Jerking With Jason: Jason and the Neighbor
By R. A. Swain
Jason sat on his couch typing away on his laptop, researching the latest real estate listings for his customers and clients, thinking about what he was gonna do with the rest of his day. He needed to get lunch, and maybe get dressed before going out. As he was typing an instant message screen popped up in the corner.
"Hey fucker. Working from home today?" His co-worker, Ryan messaged him.
Jason smiled. "Yeah, just sitting here in my boxers working away. I'll bet you wish you were me."
Ryan responded. "Man, I wish I was home in my underwear surfing the web for porn and goofing off like you. I'm here working with the commercial division guys. Stuffed suit types."
"Well, we can't all be me," Jason replied. "Besides my life isn't all web surfing. I've got to get dressed and go out to get the mail."
"Why?" Ryan asked.
"Because I need to read the mail," Jason responded, knowing where his handsome co-worker was heading with his reply.
"I meant why put on more than you've got on? Hell, I get my mail in the nude," Ryan responded.
Jason imagined his dark haired friend's smooth naked body walking outside naked. "You live in a private house. I live in a condo and have to walk out to the parking lot to get my mail."
"So?"
"So, I don't want to offend my neighbors."
"Come on man," Ryan replied. "I dare you to go out just as you are."
The magic words had written. He knew he couldn't resist a dare. He could never resist a dare. Go for it, his inner voice said. What's wrong with walking out to the mailbox in your boxers? It's not like you're naked.
He shook his head. "Dammit man! You had to go and dare me," he typed back.
"LOL" was Ryan's response. "Hey! Take a picture and e-mail it to me."
"So you can show it to everyone in the office? No way."
"You've got that photo of me from your New Year's Eve party from two years ago, flashing at midnight. I've trusted you not to show that, so you can trust me." Ryan reasoned, adding, "I dare you."
"Fuck," Jason responded. "Okay, you're on. I'll go get the mail now." He didn't wait for a response. Instead he grabbed his digital camera and headed out his front door. He looked both-ways, scanning the parking lot and determining he was safe. He turned on his camera, and quickly sprinted down the sidewalk to the parking lot and the mailboxes. He peeked through the viewfinder of his camera, placing it on top of the end of the row of mailboxes, hit the timer button and the activation button and trotted down to his mail box.
He opened the mailbox and faced the camera. A couple of second later the flash went off. He grabbed his mail, closed the box, and retrieved his camera. Looking around he decided he was unobserved. He stood for a second, enjoying being outdoors in his boxers. Why not do something more daring? The voice in his head asked.
What else can I do? He asked himself.
You know," the voice said.
He did know. Quickly replacing the camera on top of the mailboxes and hitting the appropriate buttons he trotted back to his own mailbox, and dropped his boxers, facing the camera. Two seconds later the flash went off. He pulled up his boxers, grabbed his camera and headed back to his condo. On the way across the parking lot he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye.
He turned to face the townhouse next to his and saw the new neighbor, a young man near his own age, standing in the doorway, dressed only in his boxers, holding a beer in his hand. He was just leaning there smiling. He raised the beer to Jason. "Nice show, dude."
Jason smiled. "Um, I can explain that," he said.
"No need," the man said, scratching the blonde hair on his flat bare stomach. "I'm Dooley, by the way. You wanna come in for a beer?"
Jason shrugged. "I should get back to my computer, but I've got time for a brew." He walked over to the man, noting they were the same height. Dooley had a soft coating of blonde hair over his chest and stomach, and on his arms and legs. He was in good shape, similar to Jason.
"So you got a name, or should I just call you Flash?"
Jason blushed. "I'm Jason."
"So Jason, do you often take digital photos of yourself flashing?" Dooley retrieved a beer from the fridge and handed it to his new friend.
"It was for a dare," Jason replied, taking the beer from Dooley.
"I figured as much. I've done my share of dares."
Jason's ears perked up. "Oh?"
"What guy hasn't? Dares are a guy thing. A rite of manhood, sort of," said Dooley. He sat himself down on the couch opposite Jason, and put his feet up on the coffee table edge, spreading his knees slightly.
Jason smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way. Some people would've called the police on me."
"Not to worry here," Dooley said. "I'm cool with it."
"Man that's a relief. I figured you were when you invited me in for a beer. Plus, you were standing in your front doorway in your boxers." Jason took a swig of beer and enjoyed the cold liquid washing down his throat.
"Yeah, I'm a casual guy at home."
"You know the thing about dares is," Jason continued, feeling more comfortable with Dooley. "I can't resist them. I never could. The truth is I sort of dared myself to do the photo with my boxers down."
Dooley smiled, showing his understanding. "I feel the same way. I just can't resist a challenge. Especially something that might be considered inappropriate by many. I'm not a stranger to public nudity."
Jason raised his beer. "To public nudity," he said.
Dooley smiled. "And private," he added, drinking to the toast. He finished his beer and stood up to get another. "So you really can't resist a dare?"
Jason shook his head. "Nope. Not since I was a young kid. I a lways got into dares and bets."
Dooley smiled, and brought Jason another beer. "I dare you to drop you boxers while you drink this beer."
Jason looked up at him, eyes wide. "Are you serious?"
His neighbor nodded. "Damn straight. I wanna see if I just moved in next door to a potential dare buddy."
Jason shook his head, leaned forward, placed the beer on the coffee table, bucked his hips up and pulled his boxers down, dropping them to his ankles. He picked up his beer and brought it to his lips as he raised his feet up to the coffee table, copying the position Dooley had been in earlier, including the spread knees. When he raised his feet, he slipped his boxers from his ankles, so he was sitting naked in his new neighbor's house.
Dooley just watched him drink the beer, checking out every inch of Jason he could. "Cool, man. I figured you'd be good for an easy one."
Jason smiled. "Yeah. So are you gonna reciprocate? I dare you to strip off your boxers."
Without pause, Dooley stood up, handed his beer to Jason to hold, and shucked his boxers. He reseated himself, opposite Jason his feet up on the coffee table edge and his legs spread enough to show off his six inch circumcised cock surrounded by fine blonde hairy pubes, and his fuzzy low hanging balls. "You like?
Jason smiled. "So we're even. Got any other suggestions what we can do?"
Dooley smiled an evil grin. "Edging."
"Edging?"
"Yeah, it's when--"
Jason cut him off. "I know what edging is, I was just surprised by the suggestion."
"Don't you like it?"
"Hell yes, I like it," Jason replied. "I just didn't know what direction you'd take this. So what's the plan?"
"We edge until one of us can't hold out anymore."
Jason nodded in agreement. "And that would be the loser?"
Dooley nodded. "Loser would be the first guy to cum."
"And he would have to do what, since he would be the loser and all?" Jason asked, feeling his cock already starting to stir at the thought of an edging contest.
Dooley paused. "I'm open to anything. I don't want to offend you with my suggestions. Why don't you name the stakes? I'll just tell you I'm open to almost anything and willing to try a lot of things I haven't yet."
Jason paused a second before suggesting, "oral sex?"
Dooley's eyes twinkled. "Loser blows the winner."0
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"After licking his balls," Jason replied. He noticed Dooley's cock was growing like his own, and his hand was casually moving toward it.
"You're on."
The two men sat for a moment facing each other, slowly reaching for their own cocks, watching each other stroke their shafts and play with their balls. Each was in tent on holding out the longest, controlling their urge to ejaculate, while enjoying the show being put on for them and the feeling of what they were doing to themselves.
Jason's eyes drifted up and down his new neighbor's body, taking in the hairiness, and the lean tan framed. "I see you've got an all over tan."
"Yeah, I work for a salon over on Hurst Street. After hours I get my two minute tan. It lasts for a while with me. Man, I really like the way you handle your balls."
Jason felt himself blush. "Thanks. You do a good job yourself."
For the next few minutes the men sat in silence, just watching each other jerk their cocks. It was plain to see Dooley was enjoying the show Jason was putting on, because he matched Jason's rhythm stroke for stroke. He also added a twist of his wrist as his fist pumped his shaft, which caused his balls to sway when he wasn't kneading them with his free hand.
Jason tried to copy the move, but wasn't getting it. He watched Dooley with more intent. "Show me that wrist move again, man. That's hot."
Dooley chuckled. "It feels great." He resumed twisting his wrist as he stroked.
Jason tried again, this time catching the movement. "Oh yeah," he moaned. "That does feel really hot."
"The only thing hotter would be to feel another guy doing it to you," said Dooley.
Jason watched his new neighbor stand up, still stroking his cock, and walk over to him. He knelt between Jason's legs. "Let's modify the bet." He reached for Jason's cock, and Jason reached for his. "The first guy to bring the other off wins."
Jason smirked as Dooley stretched himself out so Jason could get to his cock with ease. "You're on." With that, he grabbed Dooley's six inches71 , closing his fingers around the thick shaft and enjoying the feeling of the soft skin, and hard veins. He reached forward with his other hand and stroked the low hanging balls that teased him as they bounced.
"Man, keep that up and you'll win," Dooley sighed.
Jason felt Dooley's hand moving up and down his own shaft much faster, and he picked up his pace, allowing his thumb to rub over the tip of his new friend's precum covered cock. "Looks like you're oozing. You wanna give it up to me, don't you?"
Dooley responded by pumping faster. "I want your mouth on my balls," he said.
"Well you can have that even if I win, but only after you blow me," Jason said.
"Oh man!" Dooley sighed, and bucked his hips. "I'm cumming!"83 With his proclamation cum erupted from his tip, shooting out and splattering against Jason's chest. Shot after shot, hit Jason on the chest and stomach, as Jason kept stroking and aiming Dooley's cock.
"Do it, man. Coat me with cum!"
"Oh yeah," Dooley grunted the words out as his cock throbbed out the last few spurts. He took a deep breath and sighed, rolling onto his back for a moment. "That was fantastic."
Jason smiled. "Are you as good with you mouth as you are with your hand?" Jason asked, thrusting his hips forward a bit.
Dooley looked up and smiled. "I always pay up on my wagers." With that he leaned forward and engulfed Jason's cock in his mouth, slowly sliding his lips down the length of the shaft and gently swirling his tongue against the base before bobbing his head back up to just below the tip.
Jason took a deep breath, and shuddered with pleasure. "Keep it up and I'll cum really quick." He felt Dooley chuckle as he bobbed his head on Jason's cock. It wasn't long before Jason couldn't stand another second of pleasure. "Man, I'm gonna blow."
Dooley slipped the cock from his mouth and resumed stroking. "Do it. Cum for me," he whispered.
Jason relaxed himself, and allowed his cock to fully enjoy the pleasure of Dooley's fist stroking his shaft. He felt the pulsing and tightening in his balls first, and then the throbbing of his shaft, and the sensation of the cum pumping up the shaft to spurt out the tip and shoot into the air, landing on Dooley's pumping fist and his own cock and balls. The next spurt landed on Dooley's chest, and then another.
After several more spurts of hot cum, Jason was spent, and just enjoying the action of Dooley's hand on his shaft. "Man that was great."
Dooley leaned back. "Damn straight it was. We are gonna do this again, real soon. I dare you."
Jason didn't need the incentive of the dare, but it was a nice touch. "You can bet your ass we are," he replied. "But for now I've got to go back and finish up some work."
He stood up and picked up his boxers. Looking at Dooley he got a twinkle in his eye. He dropped his boxers on the floor again. "I dare you to wear these, and only these, over to my place later tonight."
"You're on," Dooley took the boxers from the floor and held them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
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Jason took another swig of beer from the bottle on the table next to him, grabbed his mail and camera and headed out the door. He dashed across the sidewalk to his own condo. Inside he returned to his computer.
"Hey man, I'm back." He instant messaged Ryan.
"What happened to you?"
"I'll tell you later. Let me upload the proof of my mail run for now. You owe me." He hooked his camera up to the laptop and hit a few keys. In a moment Ryan instant messaged him back.
"Fuck. I do owe you."
"Come over tonight to my place, around eight. Be wearing only your boxers when you get to my door." He waited for Ryan's reply.
"Fuck. Okay. I'll be there. You better have more in mind."
Jason smiled to himself. "Oh, I do."
End Chapter 5
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