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Jason by Randy Lavery


I had known Jason for about 7 years, since I had bought and moved into the old farmhouse. He lived down the road about a mile with his parents. At the time I moved in he was 7, so he must have been just about 14 when this incident occurred.

My place was the last one down a country road about 3 1/2 miles long. I fell in love with the place when I first saw it for two main reasons. First it had what I consider to be "adequate" privacy. I knew a guy once who defined adequate privacy as being able to paint the outside of your house in the nude, without worrying about being seen. This place met that definition, alright. Because it was at the end of the road, there was no through traffic passing by. Even the mailman didn't come down to this old farm; all of the mailboxes for the 4 farms on the road were out where the dirt lane met the blacktop. More than just that, though, the house itself was set back from the end of the road behind a clump of trees. You could not see anything except the roof of the house from the road, it was only by coming in the drive about 100 yards that you could see the rest of the house with the old barn behind it. Since I had discovered the joys of nudism at a clothing optional beach a few years earlier, I thought that a place where I didn't have to wear any clothes at all, even outside, was perfect.

That old barn was the other reason I bought the place. At one time the old folks who used to own the farm had milked cattle, and there was one section of the barn that was finished off real nice with a concrete floor and finished and insulated walls and ceiling. It was done that way to make it easy to clean and also to heat and cool for a comfortable work environment for the dairy operation, but I saw it as the perfect place to build a great model railroad. That's one of my great passions in life, and since my first novel had gone best seller I now had plenty of time and, more importantly, money for building a world-class model train system. Within a month of moving into the place I had my first load of lumber delivered and had started building. Even though I had to divide my time between my railroad and work on my next novel, I still made good progress and had trains running within 6 months of starting to build. From there it was just a matter of landscaping and adding the details necessary to create a world in miniature.

I had met Jason that first summer. As I said, he was about 7 at the time, and spent a lot of time cruising up and down the dirt road that led past his place to mine. Sometimes he was on a bicycle, other times he was on a horse. It was his horse that led to our first encounter. I was sitting on the screened in porch of my place, having a late breakfast, when I heard hooves clattering on the gravel at the end of my drive. I had heard the sound before, and wanted to know who was coming around to disturb my privacy, so I quickly ran in the house and pulled on a pair of shorts, slipped on some sandals, and ran back out, pulling a t-shirt on as I trotted toward the road.

As I came around the bend in the drive past the grove of oak trees I saw Jason on his horse. I didn't know his name yet, but I had seen him many times around the house up the road as I had come in and out, so I knew in general who he was. He was working the horse, practicing the control that older riders displayed easily, as he learned how to make the animal back up and turn in response to his commands.

"Hi," I called. "I wondered who was making all this noise out here."

The boy had blushed a bit, and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I just wanted to practice away from our yard. Dad's always quick to tell me how to do things his way, but I like figuring things out for myself."

"That's okay. You didn't bother me. I was just curious. I've heard you down here before, but didn't know it was you, if you know what I mean."

He grinned. "Yeah."

"My name is Randy. Randy Lavery," I said.

"I'm Jason Webster. I live at the next house up the road."

"I know. I've seen you there before."

"Oh, yeah, I guess you probably would've."

"Well, Jason Webster, I'll let you get back to your ride, there, and I'll get back to my breakfast."

"Breakfast??? It's almost 11!!!"

I smiled. "Yeah, but I often work late into the night and don't get up at the crack of dawn like you probably do."

"Oh." He seemed dubious, but not willing to pursue it right then. "Well, see you later."

He turned the horse and urged it on, back towards his home. I wondered as I headed back towards my place if curiosity about his new neighbor had been more a motivating factor in his horse ride than his desire for a place to work the horse away from his father's assistance. As I glanced at the boy on the horse disappearing over the little rise in the road, I realized that the curiosity factor probably had been the biggest part, and I smiled as I began peeling my shirt back off.

The next day as I was headed out to drop a short manuscript off at the Post Office in town, I saw Mr. Webster out in front of his place. I slowed to a stop and hailed him.

He came over to the car, and we exchanged introductions. His name was Jim, he said, and his wife, who had come out onto the front porch as he spoke, was introduced as Martha. I waved my greetings to her as she dropped the apron front she was using to wipe her hands and waved back.

"Jason said he met you yesterday," he said by way of opening.

"Yeah. I heard him and his horse and walked down to the road to see who my visitors were. Nice kid. He's doing real fine with his horse."

Jim beamed with pride. "He sure is. Handles that horse real well for a boy of 7."

Jason, who had come up about that moment, quickly corrected his father, saying, "Seven and a half."

The father patted his son on the arm and said, "That's right. Seven and a half."

He turned back to me and said, "Jason says you work late at night."

"Yeah, some. I'm a writer, and once I get started I keep going until I can't go anymore. Usually that's about 2 in the morning or so, so I wind up sleeping in until 9 or 10 the next morning. Then I take care of all my other stuff until mid to late afternoon before settling down to work again."

"Makes sense. We had just figured we'd be getting another farm family moving in when the Jackson's sold off the place after the old man died."

"Reasonable, I guess. But the place was perfect for me to live quietly and write and so when I saw the place I knew it was for me."

Jim seemed ready to accept that, but had one final question. "I've seen several truck loads of building supplies head down to your place since you moved in..."

I smiled. "Oh, well, you see, I am building a model railroad. A big one, and there were a couple of loads of lumber that went into the initial construction phase. Now I'm finished with the basic structure and I'm working on the scenery part."

Jason's eyes had lit up at that. "Trains? Do they run?"

"Well, yeah, but as I said I'm just now working on the scenery. The trains work okay, but that's about all I have."

"Neat," the boy had said, "can I come see them?"

His father started to rein in the lad's enthusiasm, but I waved it off.

"Of course. You're all welcome to drop by for a visit. Just call first to make sure I'm not in the middle of something. Once I get started writing, I'm hard to stop and grumpy if I do."

I grinned to make sure that they knew the invitation was sincere, then excused myself and finished my run into town.

When I had driven back by on the way home from town, Jason had been sitting on the porch. He must not have waited too long there, because by the time I got into the house the phone was ringing. Jason wanted to know if it would be okay to come see the trains now. I had laughed and said sure, come on down, and within only minutes it seemed he was at the door with his father.

I took them out to the barn and opened up the old milking room. Jason stepped in and let out a big "Wow!" as his father and I followed. I fired up a train and let it begin winding its way around the long track. Jason followed it, watching every bit of action, but careful not to touch anything. Jim looked around approvingly.

"You certainly did this up right," he said. "You'd never know it was an old milk house."

"Well, the basics had all been done by old man Jackson. I just turned it into a train room. My shop is out here," I said as I opened a door into the barn.

Jim stepped in and began to admire my tools, then when we went back into the train room just as the train was finishing up its first circuit, he began to inspect the layout itself. He nodded approval over the quality of the workmanship, then stepped back to take in the whole panorama. I showed him the one area that had already been landscaped and explained the process to him. Finally he gathered his son and we headed out towards the house.

Jason was ecstatic. He kept going on and on about how "cool" and "neat" the trains were, and how he'd love to have some trains, too. Jim shook his head at the boy, saying that he understood what Jason was saying but that they didn't have space or money for such things right then. The look of disappointment on the boy's face pained us both.

"Jim, I've got plenty of leftover building material. I'd be happy to help him build a small layout of his own. There's room in that one corner of the train room where I was going to put a lounge some day. We could put it right there."

Jim looked dubious. "I don't know. I'd hate for the boy to be a bother to you..."

"Well, that is one thing. We'd have to set up specific times for him to come and work on it, otherwise," I smiled at the boy, "I can tell I'd never get any of my own work done."


"Of course, you'd be welcome to come along with him, too. You might just find out how much fun it is, and that it really doesn't have to cost that much."

"Well, I suppose it would be okay," he said at last.

With that we set up an arrangement that Jason could come down on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, after school. The first several times that he came down, Jim came with him. He helped a bit with the basic construction of Jason's train table, but mostly he just watched. Eventually he stopped coming, though occasionally Martha walked down with the boy. Soon, even she stopped coming, satisfied with what was going on. As she had left after the last time she escorted Jason, she commented that Jim had been impressed with the way I was teaching the boy to use the tools and to do quality work. She agreed with her husband, she had said, and thanked me. After that, Jason almost always came down alone.

Eventually he needed money to buy things for his railroad, saying he wanted to do it more on his own, so after talking to Jim about it, I hired Jason to cut the grass around my house and out to the barn twice a month, paying $50.00 a month for the service. Jim used the opportunity to introduce Jason to saving money, allowing him to spend only part of it after setting back a portion for use when the mowing season was done.

We had continued like this for several years, with Jason cutting my grass and coming down a couple of days a week to work on his train layout. Eventually his was essentially finished, and I began letting him work on mine as well.

Once when Jason was about 11, he had asked me one day as we were sitting on the porch having a soda, why I didn't wear any clothes most of the time.

I was startled by the question, and had asked what made him ask.

He explained that he had come up one day to check on the grass and see if it was ready to cut and had seen me going out to the barn wearing nothing but sandals. He had been embarrassed a little, but had been curious to know if that was unusual, so he admitted that he had come over several times after that on days other than the regular time to see if he could see what I was doing and wearing. Every time, he said, no matter what I was doing, he saw me wearing nothing at all.

I took a long sip of my soda and set it down before looking at him. "Well, I discovered several years ago that wearing no clothes was more comfortable than wearing clothes, so I don't unless I'm going to be around other people. I figure there's no reason to dress unless someone's going to see me. What bothers me is that you invaded my privacy. It is not polite to spy on people. I realize it was an accident the first time, even though you probably could have waited till the next regular time for you to come over the check on the grass, or at least have called to see if coming over was okay, but after that you were deliberately spying on me. Friends don't do that to each other."

He was practically in tears. "I'm sorry. I didn't think the first time, and then I just wanted to know.... I promise it'll never happen again."

"That's okay. It's just important for you to know that friendship is based on respect, and what you did showed me no respect. I'll forgive you, but don't let me down."

I treated the matter as closed, and didn't mention it again. Eventually, though, he brought it up himself.

He had finished cutting the grass one day, and we were sharing another soda, when he said out of the blue, "You know, you're right about it being more comfortable to wear no clothes."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, last Saturday my folks went to town early, before I got out of bed. I knew that I'd be home alone till evening 'cause of all the things they had to do, so when I got up I decided to try it. I took off my pajamas and didn't put anything back on. I fixed breakfast and watched some TV for awhile, then found the list of chores my mom had left for me to do. I had to clean my room, do up any dishes I messed up, and take care of my horse. I did everything in the house I was supposed to do, then went out to the barn to take care of my horse. At first I started to get dressed to do that, but then I thought of you going out to your barn to work on the trains with no clothes on, and so I decided I was going to do it, too. I put on some socks and boots, though, and that was all I wore out to the barn where I fed and groomed my pet."

I looked at the boy, trying to imagine his eleven year old naked body working around the barn. Then I tried not to imagine it, because I felt my cock starting to get hard.

Jason giggled, and said, "Once when I bent over to pick something up, my horse nuzzled my butt. It felt funny. Anyway, I got everything done and went back into the house then. Being outside with nothing on did feel great. I stayed that way until my parents got home. I even ate my lunch on the back porch, naked."

He turned serious for a moment, then, looking at me and asking, "Do you get dressed on my days just for me?"

"Yeah. Usually I don't wear anything until it's time for you to come over. Then after you leave, I strip back down again."

"I don't think that's fair," he said. "After all, you're doing me a favor by letting me come down here and work on my trains and stuff. You shouldn't have to be uncomfortable just because of me. I respect you too much to think that you have to go to all that trouble."

"Besides," he grinned, "if you aren't wearing anything I don't need to wear anything, either, and I think I'd like that."

I thought I might like it, too, and that concerned me.

"I don't know if that is such a good idea. Let's not jump into anything, okay?"

He seemed disappointed, but accepted it.

Until the very next visit.

As luck would have it, the air conditioner unit for the train room failed, and when Jason came over the next time to work on the trains, it was miserably hot in there. Within minutes we both were dripping in sweat. We were working together to fix a wiring problem which had cropped up, both of us down on the floor together in a cramped spot.

After several minutes, he backed out of the hole we were working in and headed for the door. "There's a little breeze over here," he called, "and I'm going to soak it up for a minute."


I struggled with the problem for a few more minutes, and was just about done with the job when Jason came back over. He squeezed in next to me and reached up to hold a piece in place while I made the final attachments. He then backed out again as I turned around to get out myself. That's when I realized that the boy was naked.

As he stood up I was staring at his genitals. At almost 12 years old he had not yet reached puberty, and so he still had a little boy look to him. His uncircumcised penis was about three inches long, and his scrotum was still tucked up against his groin. I could tell, though, that he was going to be nicely turned out when he matured.

I pulled my eyes away from Jason's little dick, and got to my feet. He hid a smile at my embarrassment and quickly explained that he had pulled off his shirt to stand in the breeze at the door, and because it had felt so good, he had gone ahead and peeled down all the way. "You ought to do it, too; you look real hot and sweaty."

He was right. I was real hot and sweaty. So I did it. I squirmed out of my damp clothes and stood in the breeze. Jason did what I suspected he had been after in the first place. While pretending he wasn't doing anything except cooling off, he pretty much stared at my naked body. His little boy cock stirred slightly as he watched my seven inches of dangling meat sway in the breeze.

Well, I thought, if that is what he wants, I can accommodate him, so I turned slightly to give him a better view, and spread my legs a bit so that my hanging scrotum was clearly visible.

"Ahh, that breeze does feel good." I posed that way for a minute until the wind had dried me off. Then I turned my back to the wind, and Jason, to let it dry off as well. The boy shifted slightly so that he could still see my cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Jason had the beginning of an erection, possibly his first ever.

At last I said, "Listen, it's just too hot in here without the air conditioner working. Let's knock off until I can get it fixed." With that I stepped away slightly and bent over to pick up my clothes. I knew that Jason would be getting a clear view of my ass and puckered asshole as I bent over, but since he was displaying major curiosity about things, I figured I could let him look.

I turned to leave and caught him staring at me. His prick was standing straight out from his body, about 4 inches or so long. I don't think he even realized it was standing erect until I started to walk past him. As he turned to let me pass, the tip of his organ grazed my leg. I heard him gasp in surprise as he looked down at his budding erection, then he quickly gathered up his clothes and clutched them in front of him as he closed the door and followed me up to the house.

I tossed him a cold soda as he came in the back kitchen door and then we went out to sit on the front porch under the fan. I was accustomed to sitting nude out here, but not with an 11 year old (almost 12 I reminded myself) naked boy with a prepubescent boner. I didn't want to make a big deal out of things, so I ignored the whole thing, treating it as just another of many visits he had made.

After that visit I let him go nude anytime he was there if he wanted, except for when he was cutting the grass. I insisted he had to wear at least shorts and shoes for safety reasons, but whenever he was through as soon as the mower was put away, he peeled off his remaining clothes, walked over the well and turned the hose on himself to wash away the sweat and the grass and dirt which covered him. It became a ritual that I would stop whatever I was doing at that point and the two of us would sit on the front porch and drink a cold soda together, both nude, as we talked about whatever was on his mind.

This went on for the next several years. Jason spent more and more time at my place, and we never wore clothes at all, except for the times that he was there with his parents. I invited them over for dinner every few months, and they were always happy to come. We'd always make a trip out to the barn to see the model railroads, and they were always impressed with the progress we had been making, and they went away satisfied that all was well.

Which it was. Jason had been making progress in more than one way. As he had matured he had developed a nice little bush of fuzzy blond pubic hair, and his cock had turned into a nice six-incher. His scrotum was covered with light downy hair as was his firm ass. I never touched him but I sure enjoyed watching as he developed and matured. By the time he was 13 he was well on his way to maturity.

The summer he was 13 I had to go on a trip related to my latest novel. I was going to be gone for a couple of weeks. Since Jason wanted to continue working on his current modeling project, I checked with his parents to see if they would mind if I gave him a key to the place. I figured that since he was going to be there anyway, he could just keep an eye on everything for me. Jim and Martha both thought that it would be okay, so I had a key made for him. When I gave it to him I told him that he was welcome to use anything he needed.

When I got back two weeks later, the phone was ringing as I walked in the door. It was Martha, who had seen me drive by on my way in, and who wanted me to come up for supper since she had it all ready and there was certainly enough for me and she just knew I was too tired from my trip to fix anything to eat even if there was something in my house to fix which of course there couldn't be since I had been gone for two whole weeks and must be completely burned out on restaurant food anyway.

So I went up to the Webster's for dinner.

All through the meal and evening, Jason kept looking at me like he wanted to ask me a question, but whenever I looked at him to see what he wanted he quickly looked away and didn't say anything.

It wasn't until a couple of days later when he came down to my place that he finally spoke his mind.

We were sitting out on the porch again, enjoying the breeze, when Jason took a sip of his soda, then set it down and began.

"While you were gone," he said, "I wanted to look at a couple of the model railroad videos to check something out. You did say I could use anything I needed."

He glanced at me, and I nodded.

"Anyway, while I was looking for those tapes, I found some others that you had, and I watched them, too."

He paused and took a sip of his drink, then stared off into the distance before beginning again.

"I always wondered how guys had sex together..."

"And now you know?"


"What did you think?"

"Well," he blushed, "it got me all excited."

"Uh, huh."

"Yeah, well, you know, seeing all those naked guys doing stuff, you know, it kind of, you know, was sort of exciting, I guess."

I figured I was in it pretty deep at this point, so I decided to go for broke. "What stuff?"

"You know, they were sucking on each other's c..cocks and f..fucking each other. That stuff."

His young cock had raised itself to attention in his lap, but he didn't try to cover it up this time.

"So you thought it was exciting, huh?"

"Yeah..." he looked at me and grinned, then pointed at his by now hard organ. "See?"

"Yeah, I see." My own cock was stirring to life, which I didn't really want. I wasn't planning on doing anything with the boy, after all he was just 13 still. I didn't want to either lead him on, or for that matter, scare him.

"So what did you do?"

"Well, I watched the guys in the videos stroking their dicks, and so I started doing the same thing. It felt real good."

"You'd never done that before?"

"Well, not like that. I've sometimes gotten hard before, and I knew that rubbing it made it feel good, but this was different. I just kept rubbing and stroking like the guys in the video were doing when they were playing with themselves, and when I saw them shoot their cream I knew I wanted to do it too."

"And did you?"

"Yeah, it was great. I kept rubbing and stroking, and I did it harder and harder, and it kept feeling better and better, and then I did it. I shot my cream like the guys on the TV were doing. It went all over, and it felt better than anything I've ever done before."

He was sliding his hand up and down his erection. I watched the foreskin slid back and forth, uncovering and recovering the bulbous head of his young cock. It was beginning to glisten with moisture from his precum.

"Since then," he continued, "I've done it at least 2 or 3 times every day."

"Are you going to do it right now?" I asked.

He stopped what he was doing with his hand, aware of it for the first time, and blushed with embarrassment.

"I didn't realize... I mean...I," he stammered.

"That's okay," I said soothingly. "Would you like me to do it for you?"

He looked up, eagerly. "Would you? I'd like that."

"Come over here, then, and sit on my lap."

He walked over to my chair, hard erection swaying in front of him, then sat down in my lap. I leaned him back so that his head was resting on my left shoulder. I could feel my hard cock pressed against the crack of his boyish butt, and he smiled as he squirmed against my tool, feeling it nestle up close between us.

He closed his eyes as he rested his head against me, and I slowly ran my hand across his smooth chest, pausing to tease each of his tits before sliding my hand downward across his belly and grasping his hard organ. Jason moaned softly as I caressed his young cock. I kneaded his scrotum, playing with his egg shaped testicles.

Juice was oozing out of the puckered tip of his foreskin, and I worked the tip of my finger under the tight skin and swirled it around to stretch and loosen the tissue. When I brought it out my fingertip was glistening with his precum juice, and he opened his eyes and watched mesmerized as I stuck the wet digit into my mouth and sucked his juice off. Then I worked my finger back into his skin and scooped up more of the flowing liquid. This time I held it up before his eyes, and then moved it toward his mouth. He licked his lips, then sucked my finger into his warm cavern as he ran his tongue all over the digit to savor the taste of his own juice.

Finally I took his throbbing hardon in my hand and began to gently stroke it. I slid the foreskin back and forth, watching the purple knob as it was first covered and then uncovered. Jason began to moan again, and to squirm against me. I paused to make sure everything was okay, and he simply said, "Don't stop."

Soon he was thrusting his hips upward against my pumping fist; with each thrust I could feel his butt cheeks clench around my hard cock, as though he was trying to masturbate me with his ass. I increased the tempo of my hand job, and he responded by humping harder and harder.

Suddenly he went rigid and began to groan. His butt cheeks were wrapped, clamped, around my cock like a bun around a hot dog weiner, and he began to shake. Then without warning he started humping my fist again, but this time with each thrust of his body a thick wad of creamy white cum spewed from the tip of his young cock. As he writhed in my lap, spraying cum across both of our chests and bellies, his grinding action against my cock put me over the edge, too. I groaned and began squirming against his bouncing bubble buns, and then I was spurting hot cum all over his ass. The sticky mess spread all over his behind and in his crack as he continued to grind himself against me as cum dribbled out of his own dick.

At last we both had finished pumping our nuts dry, and we sat for a minute just panting for breath. Finally, he sat up, smearing the cum that lubricated his behind around as he twisted to face me, and then, completely taking my by surprise, he kissed me. He pressed his lips to mine and then as I opened my mouth slightly he slid his tongue in to rub it against my own.

I reached around him with my cum covered hand and pulled him to me, kissing him back hard, then sliding my own tongue deep into his mouth. We continued that way for another minute. He pressed himself against me, smearing his cum against my body as my cum was already smeared on his backside.

At last he broke for air. As he leaned back he looked me in the eyes and said simply, "Thank you."

Our relationship didn't change much after that. He still came over 2 or 3 times a week, and we always worked together in the nude. Once or twice a month Jason would sit in my lap and I'd jack him off. A few times he wanted to handle my cock and experiment with it, so I let him jack me off. But that was it for a long time.

Shortly after his 14th birthday, Jason came to me with a problem. His parents were going to go to a convention, and he had heard them talking about how nice it would be if they could combine that trip with a vacation. He had heard his father chuckle, he said, and use the term second honeymoon. There were a couple of problems with that, he said. First was that their farm could not go untended for the 2 or 3 weeks necessary for such a combined trip. Second was that a second honeymoon wouldn't be much fun with a 14 year old tagging along. On the other hand, Jason explained, there was a potential solution.

His idea was that he not go with them. Let them take as much time as they needed, and he would remain behind to tend to the animals as necessary. There was no question that he could handle that responsibility. The only problem with that was that his mother would not be comfortable leaving him alone for that long.

I began to see where he was heading with this, but I let him present it his own way.

If he stayed with me, though, that would provide the adult supervision that would satisfy his mother, and allow him to take care of the family farm while his folks were away.

When I asked how he planned to get his folks to agree to this idea, he said he had decided on the direct approach, if I was willing.

"Sure. Go for it," I said.

The next day I got invited to dinner at the Webster's. After a great meal Jim and I went out to sit on the porch and talk. He explained that he and Martha had not had a vacation to speak of since before Jason was born, and that the opportunity to combine one with a necessary convention trip had come up. The problem was that he couldn't leave the farm untended for more than a day or so, and the trip they wanted to take was a total of 3 weeks long. Jason could handle everything that would need to be done around the place, but they didn't want to leave Jason untended for that long at his age.

"We were wondering if maybe he could stay at your place while we're gone. You and he get along great, we've known each other for years. He'd be right here to take care of everything, and you could take care of him. We'd pay you something for the trouble."

"Nonsense," I said. "It would be no trouble, and I'd need no pay. It seems like the perfect answer to a real need, and you know us country folk are always glad to help out." I grinned at him.

He grinned back. "Country folk. Like you're one of the local farmers here to help get the crop in. Right." He stuck his hand out and said, "Actually, you have been a great neighbor. Thanks."

We shook hands and went inside to tell Martha and Jason. When no one was looking, Jason just smiled at me to let me know that it was his plan that had been agreed to.

When it came time for Jim and Martha to leave on their trip, I came down to the house to help them load up the car and to get Jason and his things. Eventually everything was ready, and they backed out of the drive and headed up the road toward the black-top. As the dust was settling behind the Webster's car, I turned and looked for Jason. I found him in the living room, naked as a jaybird. He grinned at me, saying, "I couldn't wait to get comfortable. Why don't you join me?"

"I don't know..." I started.

"Oh, come on. I've been naked at your house lots of times, but you've never been naked at mine. Come on..."

I smiled and without a word slipped out of my clothes.

"Let me show you around," he said, taking me by the hand.

"I've seen your house before."

"Yeah, but I want you to see something special."

I followed him up the stairs and down the hall.

"In here."

I stepped into what was obviously his parent's room. One wall was covered completely by a huge mirror. Jason stepped up beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"What did you want me to see."

"This. I wanted us both to see us together in this big mirror like this."

I looked at the reflected image of my early 30's body and his barely 14 year old body. The contrast was dramatic. He looked as well, then rested his head against my chest for a moment. Then he began pulling me out of the room again. This time he turned into what was obviously his own room.

He jumped onto the bed and then motioned me to come as well.

"What do you want?" I asked as I sat down beside him on his bed.

"I've dreamed about doing some things for a long time now, and since this chance to spend 3 weeks alone with you came along, I've been planning for it."

"Planning for what?"

"I decided I wanted to suck your cock and fill my mouth with your cum for the first time here in my own bed. Then I want you to bust my cherry in your bed."

He looked so eager.

I looked at him dubiously.

"The first time I saw you naked I felt something. I didn't know what it was, but it was definitely there. That's the real reason I kept coming back to spy on you then. Seeing you nude made me feel good. Then when I saw those videos of guys having sex with each other I knew what it was I felt. I wanted you the way those guys wanted each other."

"But you're just 14, Jason. There's a big difference between having me jack you off and what you're talking about. Don't you think you ought to wait?"

He was adamant. "No. I don't want to wait. Why do you think I worked so hard to set it up so that I could spend all this time with you?"

He reached for my cock and I let him touch it.

"I really want to do this with you," he said, so I leaned back against his pillow and let him.

He fondled my cock briefly and then lowered his head towards it. His mouth opened and I felt his hot breath on the tip of my organ, then I saw his tongue stretch out to stab lightly at the puckered tip of my foreskin. As soon as his tongue tasted my welling juices, his hot open mouth descended around the swelling head of my cock. It disappeared into the warm cavern of his mouth, and I felt his tongue sliding under the skin to seek out all of the juices there.

Then he lifted his mouth away and began to run his tongue up and down the length of my cock. By now I had reached my full 7 inches in length, and he fondled it as he stroked it with his tongue. He moved downward a little and began to roll my balls around with his tongue. He stretched his mouth open wide and got first one testicle and then the other into it. I moaned as he sucked gently on my nuts and then allowed them to pop free of his lips.

Peeling back my foreskin, he began to lick the head of my cock like a tootsie roll pop. His tongue made hot swirls of fire around my knob, and then he opened his mouth as wide as he could and began to take my cock into his face. There was no way he could get me all the way in, but he did manage about 4 inches before I felt his throat muscles convulse around my organ as he fought back a gag reflex.

He came up for air and then tried again with the same result. His face had a look of disappointment on it as he looked at me and said, "I want it all."

"Don't worry. You may learn how some day. Just take what you can get and enjoy it."

With that he smiled and began to go down on me with a vengeance. He sucked hard as he worked my stiff rod into his mouth, and began to pump his head up and down towards my groin. I noticed that with each stroke he was sliding a little farther down on me, and I knew that he was slowly opening up his throat and taming his gag reflex. He was determined to take it all.

Jason began pausing at the bottom of his suction stroke, with my cock as deep in his mouth as he could get it. I could feel his throat muscles working as he tried to get the end of my cock down his gullet. Each time, though, he had to give up. Apparently at 14 he was still too young to deep throat an adult cock.

When he paused for a moment of heavy breathing, I shifted us around some so that I was lying flat on my back. I pulled him around into classic 69 position so that his young cock was pointing straight at my face. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock, pulling his butt down until he was pressed tightly against my face. I felt his back arch and heard him groan as I sucked hard on his prick. Then I backed off a little and opened up my mouth a little farther. I was able to get his scrotum to fall into my mouth with his cock so that all of his genitals were in my hot mouth. I applied suction and tongue action as I swirled his balls around. I felt the tip of his cock sliding toward my throat as his erection grew to a greater length than ever before, and I began trying to swallow the head, knowing that my throat action would give the boy a sensation he would never forget.

It also inspired him, because he again began to try the sword-swallower's bit on my swollen tool. My meat had to be completely filling his mouth, but he kept trying to cram in a little more. I continued to work his cock with my throat, and I could feel the muscles in his smooth butt beginning to tighten up as he approached his orgasm. I was nearing that point myself, and was glad that he was able to keep up his action on my cock as he tensed up to shoot his load.

I worked my finger tip into my mouth past Jason's cock and balls and covered it with saliva, then as I continued to suck and swallow on his genitals, I parted his cheeks and began to probe gently at his tight asshole with my spit slickened finger. Jason began to squirm harder and moan around my cock as he fucked his face against me.

I felt the first convulsion of his orgasm begin and tasted the first of his ejaculate in my mouth, and so I shoved my slick finger into the boy's ass as far as I could. That was the magic moment for him.

His anal muscle clamped down hard around my finger, and I felt his internal organs going to town as he began to pump his load of hot sweet cream into my mouth. What began as a great groan escalated toward a scream as he experienced the greatest orgasm of his young life, but that scream of joy was silenced by my cock. As he opened up his throat totally he got his wish, and the head of my organ slid down his gullet. His nose was pressed against my scrotum, his chin was resting in my pubic hair. His throat muscles reacted wildly to the unexpected intrusion and they began milking my cock.

A load of hot cum came boiling up out of my nuts and fired straight down the young boy's throat towards his stomach. He pulled back so that he could breathe again, and the suction of his throat drew the next blast of cum from my spitting tool. This blast filled Jason's mouth, and before he could swallow it the next blast was forcing the frothy jism to come spraying out between his tightly stretched lips and the tight skin of my bloated cock. He swallowed several times, and filled his mouth repeatedly with my cum. The last of his own cum drained into my throat and I swallowed it down before I pulled my finger from his asshole and allowed him to get up.

In an instant he had turned around and kissed me deeply savoring the taste of his own cum in my mouth as I sucked the remains of my cum from his tongue. Then he snuggled down next to me, breathing heavy as he said, "Thank you. That's one dream fulfilled. I can't wait for the other one."

After we recuperated a bit, we gathered up his stuff, tossed it into my car, and drove back down to road to my place. We never even bothered to get dressed.

I tried to get a little work done on an article, but I couldn't get my mind off of the 14 year old boy running naked around me, and who had just given me a great blow job and who was anxiously awaiting the chance for me to bust his cherry. Every little bit my mind would wander and I'd find myself with a big hardon getting in my way. Eventually I gave up and headed off to see what Jason was doing.

He had helped himself to my videos again, and was sitting on the sofa stroking his hard cock as he watched the sex on the screen. I sat down beside him, and he snuggled up beside me. Soon we were fondling each other.

As he played with my erection, Jason finally looked up at me and asked, "Will you take me to your bed and fuck me now?"

I didn't say a word. I just picked him up and carried him to my bed. I realized that I had wanted to do this since the first time I saw him naked. He had turned and shown me his cute ass, and I had wanted to fuck him. And now I was going to, because he wanted it too.

I laid him down on my bed and climbed in next to him. I kissed him and then began to work my way down across his hairless chest. I licked and sucked lightly on each of his nipples and then traced my tongue down across his belly. After probing his navel with the tip of my wet tongue, I slid down between his legs where I started sucking on his scrotum, pausing occasionally to run my tongue up the length of his hard little shaft.

Finally I lifted up his legs and spread his cheeks. He grabbed his legs to hold them up as I buried my face in his open cleft. I speared my tongue into his tight anus, probing as deep as I could to taste his inner juices, to warm him up and begin to spread him open. He groaned as my tongue squirmed in his rectum, and he moaned that it felt so good. I reached for some lubricating jelly and squirted some on my finger. I smeared it around his anus and then slid the finger deep into his butthole. Once again he groaned with pleasure. I began to finger fuck his asshole, gradually adding more lubricant and more fingers. When I had three fingers sliding easily into his virgin ass I figured he was ready.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I want you to fuck me," he pleaded. "I've never wanted anything so much in my entire life."

"Okay, Jason, here it comes."

I withdrew my three fingers from his anus, watching as his nether eye closed up slowly. As I moved into position between his young legs, I smeared a little of the lubrication on my cock. I didn't need much after all that I had worked into his ass, I figured, plus my cock was busy producing plenty of its own lubricant at the moment. I spread his legs a little wider, and pressed his knees closer to his chest as I moved in until the tip of my cock was resting against his fuck hole.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh, yesss," he moaned. "Bust my cherry good. I want you to have it."

I pressed forward just a bit, feeling the tip of my hard cock spread open the greased sphincter. I felt Jason tense up a little as his opening was stretched wider than my fingers had it before, but before I could say anything he took deep breath and I felt him relax. As he did so I started to slide deeper into him. As the flared ridge of my cock head slipped into his rectum with a slight pop I stopped and waited for the boy to adjust. Within seconds he was beginning to push himself against me, craving deeper penetration.

I started to stroke slowly into his ass. Each stroke sank a little deeper into his rectum, until I was sliding over half of my seven inches into his behind. I pressed into his butt as far as I could, feeling resistance inside of him, then held it there for a moment.

"Don't stop...I want it all...."

Jason began to squirm his smooth ass around a bit until suddenly I felt the resistance within him give way. The remaining inches of my cock slid into his ass, and I felt his anal muscle squeezing the base of my cock, making it swell up inside of the boy.

I laid there like that for a few moments, with my cock buried completely up his young ass, then began to fuck him. Harder and harder, faster and faster I pumped into his bowels. His was the tightest ass I had ever had, and I could feel the pressure building in my nuts. Jason was thrusting his ass against me as hard as he could, savoring the feel of my rod spearing upward into his body. Soon he was chanting "fuck me, fuck me" in time with my strokes.

At last our desires and passions reached their peaks and I felt my balls start to churn. "Here it comes, Jason," I groaned. "This is what you wanted."

"Do it. Fill me up," he was practically screaming.

The first blast of my cum must have pumped clear up into his throat. I slammed my groin against his butt as hard as I could, driving my cock as deep as possible into his ass. He cried out, and tensed up, and then shot a huge load of his own cum into the air between us. It sprayed his face and his chest, and even splattered the wall above his head as stream after stream pumped out of his cock. His orgasm caused his ass muscle to spasm, which milked the last of my cum out of my cock and into his bowel.

When both of us had stopped spurting, I collapsed on top of the youth. I thrust my tongue down his throat and kissed him deeply till we were both out of breath. We went to sleep in that position, with his legs wrapped around me and my cock still buried in his ass. Later he woke me up by tickling me, and I rolled over with my dick still trapped in his ass. Once he was on top he began to squirm around until I was hard in him again. Then he fucked himself on my pole until I grabbed his hard cock again and let him fuck my fist as he rode my rod to another mutual orgasm.

When we were finished that time, I rolled us over again before pulling my cock out of his ass. It had been thoroughly fucked twice and my dick had had it stretched open for several hours straight, and I wanted to see what condition he was in. As my limp rod popped out of his anus the hole gaped open. I was able to slide a finger in and out with no resistance as his opening began to slowly close up. I pressed my mouth to his bottom and kissed and licked it until it had finally returned to its normal condition. Cum did dribble out of his ass for awhile, but eventually it stopped.

At least until the next day when I pumped him full again.

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