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Wow, way hot Neil.
Shawnie & Jamie, eh! What have those two got in store for us I wonder.
Thanks Neil, wonderful chapter
Wow, way hot Neil.
Shawnie & Jamie, eh! What have those two got in store for us I wonder.
Thanks Neil, wonderful chapter
Neil, you sooooo rock! This story just keeps getting hotter and hotter!
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
I don't think Shawnie has a boyfriend yet.....this new guy's name is James and mine is Ray....so it can't be his boyfriend.............I think something is scaring Shawnie with this guy.
Nevertheless.....great chapter Neil!!!!! Was worth the wait. The sex was great!!! I edged my way thru the entire chapter!!!!!!
I wish I had the writing talent you had in at least your little finger of one hand!!!!
Hoping you well wishes!!!!
Yup it looks like Shawnie might have found himself a boyfriend. Good for him.
NO!!!!!!!!!!! Shawnie does not have a boyfriend!!!!!! He's all mine!!!!! hehe
Oh hurry up Neil, really I can't wait to see what happens next
Chapter 26
His name was James. I didn't know what it was about him, but he stopped me in my tracks and all I could do was to stand there like an idiot and stare at him. Jason was darkly handsome, and Scott was what I would consider cute and sexy, especially with those magnetic blue eyes of his. I've lost myself in his eyes so many times. Looking into them is like being swallowed up in a ocean of waves and they wash over you and suck you into their depths and drag you under.
James was different. He eyes were the softest, palest grey-blue, like the early morning sky. They float over you gently and sweep you up and carry you along with them on a gentle breeze. As I looked at him that first time, I could see in his eyes the same fear and excitement and reservation and anticipation which I had felt only a few short days earlier. Like me, I felt he had inside him a need to discover more about himself, a desire to learn if that empty space inside him could be filled by another man. Perhaps he was a virgin, as I had been until a short time ago. Perhaps he had been waiting for someone to show him the pleasures of his own body. Whatever had drawn him to this place had drawn me to him. I fell instantly in like' with him.
Tom had said that James had funny ears'. I found no humour in them at all. They were beautiful ears. They were, perhaps, smaller than so-called normal' ears, and protruded slightly, but they gave James' face a youthful, boyish appearance which I found quite appealing and attractive. He was clean-shaven, adding to his innocent appearance, and, even across the room, I could smell his aftershave. It was a new smell in the room and I breathed it in deeply and memorized it.
His lips were fine and curled up ever so slightly. Not quite a smile, but curled up enough to give his face a happy look. His nose was well-proportioned to the rest of his face and was set squarely and neatly between his eyes. His eyebrows, the same brown colour as his hair, were carefully spaced, full where they pointed to his nose and thinning into a narrow arch above his eyes.
Even his hair was attractive. Neatly trimmed short on the sides and back, his short sideburns were cut sharply and squarely. The hair on the top of his head was longer and lay in a tousled mass which gave him a look of playfulness and spontaneity. The way it came forward at the front and stuck out over his forehead in random spikes added to that feeling, and the lighter streaks in it gave it a mysterious, undecided look, as if his inner curiosity was being expressed in the colour of his hair.
James was taller than I, and I knew immediately that, were we to stand face-to-face, I would have to look up into his face. It was difficult to know the shape of his body due to the clothes he was wearing, but, to be very honest, I wasn't paying much attention to his body. It was his handsome young face which captured and held my attention.
His eyes flashed down to my waist and, as I stood there in my shorts, I felt suddenly naked and ashamed, but then his eyes came back up to meet mine and the left corner of his mouth curled up so minutely that I suspected I was the only one to see it happen.
I heard my name being called, but I didn't even feel like myself at that moment and paid no attention to the voice. It was only after I heard the name Shawnie' that I was snapped out of my reverie and looked to find the source of the voice.
Jason was standing there in front of the sofa, hugely naked, and grinning at me.
I suppose I should take a moment to explain what is going on. You see, Scott keeps a journal. He has for a long time, even before he moved in here with Jason. He didn't know that I keep a journal as well. All those years that I was alone and taking care of my Mom, God rest her soul, with little else to do and no-one else to talk to, I wrote to myself in a journal. I got into the habit and it has remained with me to this day.
So, when Scott told us he was writing our story, he asked me what James and I were doing all that time in the kitchen on the evening we met. I handed him my journals to read. I sat there with him while he read them, and he read only those parts I wanted him to read. Scott is nice that way, which is probably why I love him so much. He cares about people.
At any rate, Scott liked the way I write and he said he couldn't improve on it. He asked if I would rewrite my journal entries for his story. I agreed to do so. After all, Scott was the one who gave me a life. If it hadn't been for him, I would still be living in that little apartment watching movies on a black and white television set. For that reason alone, I am more than happy to do this for the man who showed me how to live.
"Sorry, Sir," I said to Jason. "I. . . um. . ."
"Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to see to our new guest?"
"Yes. . . um. . . Yes, Sir," I said, and I turned my attention back to James. "Can I get you something to drink?"
James' right shoulder lifted in a small shrug as he said, "Whatever's going, I guess."
"Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?" I asked.
James thought for a moment, then said, "Maybe something easy for now."
I took that to mean non-alcoholic'. "Come with me," I said as I walked toward him. "I will show you what we have and you may make your choice."
I walked past James as I headed for the kitchen, breathing in his aftershave as I passed him. I noticed his other smells then as well, and I wasn't disappointed. He had the look of a youth, but he had the scent of a man.
I could hear him following me.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
"What in hell was that all about, Scotty," Jason said as he plopped his ass down on the sofa beside me.
"Looks like Shawn found himself a sweetheart," I told him with a smirk. "I just hope he doesn't get himself in too deep in case Curious James discovers guys aren't his thing and takes off."
"Fuck Shawn," Rob said. "I want someone to fuck me!"
"How sweet of you to offer," Tom, now totally naked, said as he approached Rob and pulled him to his feet. They fell into a very serious and very noisy kissing session complete with lip smacks and sloshing tongues and grunts and groans.
Jason twisted around so he could kiss me. Our kiss, though, was much more tender and inviting. I closed my eyes to it and let the love flow into me. He put one massive and powerful arm around my back and held me close. His free hand snuck its way into my crotch and found my growing cock. Within seconds, it was rock hard and throbbing in his grasp. Our lips parted, but stayed close. Jason put his forehead against mine, his dark eyes staring into mine. Our faces were so close I could feel his words blowing against my lips.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Scotty?" he whispered to me. "Do you have any idea how horny you make me?" He paused for a bit. "Do you have any idea how much I need to feel this cock in my ass?"
I breathed out a sigh and he sucked my breath into his lungs.
"Will you do it for me, Scotty?" he asked. "Will you fuck me the way only you know how?"
"Oh, God, Jason," I moaned.
"I love you, Scotty," Jason whispered. "I love you and I need you, and right now I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. Will you do that for me, Scotty? Will you fuck me hard and fast?"
"God, yes, Jason!" I gasped. "I love you!"
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face into mine. Our lips squashed together and I sucked the air right out of his lungs. I kissed Jason harder than I've ever kissed him before and it left both of us breathless. It was several minutes later that Jason finally broke the kiss. He gasped for breath, sucking it in through his open mouth and blowing it back out onto my face. There was a look in his eyes I had never seen before. There was urgency, of course, but there was something else.
"Scotty," he said desperately, "there's something I. . ."
I waited for him to continue, but he didn't.
"What, Jason?" I asked. "What do you want?"
He put his hand on my cheek and held it there. "There's something I want to do, but it could hurt you."
"You couldn't hurt me, Jason."
"Yes, I could, Babe," he said seriously, and I believed him.
"Will it make you feel good?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," he whispered loudly. "It will, Scotty."
"Then do it."
"Promise me you'll tell me if I hurt you?"
"I swear I will."
"God, I love you, Scotty!" He released my cock and grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again. The kiss didn't last long this time. Before I knew it, Jason broke away from me and grabbed a condom off the table. He ripped open the package and fumbled with the latex ring. I had never seen him so nervous or excited before.
Gone was his usual calm, commanding demeanour. Replacing it was a man who looked like he was about to lose his virginity. He managed to turn the condom around properly and then, with shaking fingers and hands, he placed it over my cock and rolled it down.
I heard a loud groan beside me and realized I had completely forgot about Tom and Rob. I glanced over quickly. Tom was sprawled out on the sofa with Rob kneeling on the floor between his legs. Rob had Tom's cock deep in his mouth and his head was corkscrewing back and forth, twisting at Tom's cockhead buried in his throat. Tom had his fingers entangled in Rob's soft, blond hair and was guiding Rob to do his bidding. As I watched, Tom grabbed the hair and lifted Rob's mouth away.
"Get it ready for your ass now," he ordered. For a brief moment, I wondered if Tom was as wonderful as Rob had made him out to be. Tom did all the fucking. Rob did all the sucking. I couldn't help but ask myself what Tom did for Rob.
My thoughts were cut short, though, and quickly forgotten when I felt Jason getting onto his knees beside me. He grabbed my face again and kissed me once more as he lifted his leg over me and straddled me. I suddenly realized what he was going to do.
One hand left my face and grabbed my cock, holding it upright. I could feel Jason's ass settling against my cockhead and I could feel him moving it into position. When he was in place, Jason pressed down slightly until the tip of my cock was lodged in his asshole and he could take his hand away from it.
Our lips smacked loudly as his face moved away from mine. His eyes were wide with anticipation. "Are you ready, Babe?" he asked.
"Yes," I gasped.
"Promise me again, Scotty," he said urgently.
"I promise, Jason! I'll tell you."
His eyes locked onto mine. "I love you, Scotty," he said, and suddenly his face tightened in effort and he slammed his ass down on my cock. One moment there was nothing. The next, there was only the depths of Jason's ass. There was also his weight. Jason weighs a lot more than you would think, and that's only because there is so much of him packed into that body of his. When he lies on top of me, breathing is difficult. It's like trying to breathe with concrete slabs resting on my chest. I knew then what Jason meant when he said he could hurt me.
Our groans of pleasure and passion joined each other as Jason's teeth clenched behind spread lips and his eyes cringed shut. His mouth opened after a long moment and a loud sigh came out of it. He stayed motionless for about half a minute, then opened his eyes and looked into mine.
"Are you okay, Babe?" he asked with genuine concern.
I nodded.
"I love you," he repeated, and then he began riding my cock. Jason rode me hard and I suspect he was living a fantasy. He bounced on my cock like a man obsessed. Of all the times I had fucked Jason, it had never felt like this, and, from the look on his face, it had never felt as good to him before, either.
I grabbed his waist and held on. Every slam of his ass on my hips caused me to grunt out loud. It hurt, but it hurt in such a special way that it felt good to me. Jason placed the palm of his left hand against my chest for support. His other hand grabbed hold of his cock and he began to flail at it. It looked enormous, bigger than I had ever seen it before, and I suddenly realized his magnificent cock had swelled to its maximum size and locked there. It looked exactly like it does the moment before he cums.
But he didn't cum. Instead, he stroked as hard and as fast as he could. His balls were already pulled up tight against his body and his fingers banged them with each stroke of his hand. Somehow, he coordinated his body to do everything he wanted it to do. Without missing a stroke on either his cock or my own, Jason's entire body moved to bring us closer and closer to the ultimate release.
"Oh, fuck, Scotty!" Jason shouted. "It hurts so good!"
Jason was reduced to grunts and groans after that. His entire weight pounded into me and I felt light-headed with the pleasure he was giving me. His ass squeezed my cock as it slid up and down the shaft, siphoning the jism right out of my balls. His whole body became a mass of sweat, matting the hair on his chest and running down his side as it flowed from his armpits. His mouth hung open and he tilted his head forward over me. Perspiration rolled down his face and gathered in his hair. It dripped off his nose and chin, falling onto me in a steady flow.
With an animal growl, Jason suddenly shook his head violently. Sweat flew everywhere, showering me and everything and everyone around me. My hands began to slide on his waist and his thighs were slick against my arms. I could even feel the sweat dripping off his ass onto my balls.
Jason's animal growl turned him into a wild creature. His grunts turned from grunts of feeling to grunts of effort. There were only two things in the world at that moment - my cock in his ass and his cock in his own hand, and he was doing everything he could to make them shoot. I could feel myself growing closer and closer, but I couldn't tell about Jason. His cock still remained totally swollen. It was like he had spent the last fifteen minutes on the brink of orgasm.
Just as I was ready to explode, Jason suddenly leaned back. His left hand moved from my chest to my thigh behind him and he right hand slammed into his groin and froze there. He threw his head back, his mouth wide, and the animal growl sounded again. As my first blast of cum poured into Jason's ass, the first blast shot out of his cock in a stream which shot completely over my head. The second shot almost cleared me as well. The tail end of the stream splashed me from my chin to my hair.
The remaining spurts of Jason's jazz' splashed me from crotch to face. My own cum poured into the latex cup embedded in Jason's ass. The intensity of both our orgasms surprised me, considering all the sex we'd had that day. And, when they were over, they ended in complete exhaustion.
Jason fell forward onto me, panting heavily into my ear, his right hand still holding his wilting cock and his left arm lying limply at his side. I put my arms around him and held him. My cock was still inside Jason's ass. It stayed there until is escaped on its own.
I was vaguely aware of the sofa shaking rhythmically and Rob and Tom moaning. I seem to recall hearing Tom's orgasm as he came inside Rob's ass.
I didn't give a shit. I was too happy holding onto my man to worry myself about it.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
James leaned closer to me. "What was that?" he asked in a hushed voice.
I had taken him to the kitchen to get him something to drink. He had finally settled on coffee and I had poured out a mug for each of us and had taken them to the small table in the breakfast nook. We sat at one corner of the table, diagonal to each other. I had asked James if he would rather I get dressed and he had told me it didn't matter to him, as long as I wasn't uncomfortable.
I liked talking to James almost as much as I liked looking at him, and, before long, we knew each other's life story. He was attending university here (not the college Scott attended) and was studying Business Management. At twenty-one, he was only two years younger than I. He came from a small town and left his highschool sweetheart behind, but had discovered that, whereas the gay life where he grew up was virtually nonexistent, it flourished here. He had promised his girlfriend that he wouldn't see other women while he was here, but sexual frustration had led him to believe more and more that he wouldn't be breaking any promises if he were to see' other men, if only to get the occasional blowjob when he needed it.
He and Tom worked together at the pizza shop. James worked behind the counter. Tom's sexuality wasn't commonly known at work, but James had overheard him having a little tiff with Rob one evening and questioned him about it. Tom denied it at first, but James was persistent and mentioned to Tom that he had overheard the name Robert' and the word sweetie' in the same sentence. Tom relented and confessed the truth. They became good friends after that and Tom mentioned that he would be visiting here for a wild weekend and asked James if he would like to come along. It wasn't until that evening that James finally decided he would like to come along as well.
Which led us to the conversation we were having and to James' question, "What was that?"
"That was Jason," I responded.
"Oh, the guy with the eyes," James said as he nodded.
"No," I corrected him. "The big guy with all the hair."
"Any idea what they're doing in there?" I could see the curiosity in his face and the imploring look in his eyes.
I smiled at him. "Go see for yourself."
"You don't think they would mind?"
My smile turned to a grin. "There's four guys having sex together in the livingroom. They won't mind. We can go in and watch if you'd like."
"I don't think I want to watch," James said hurriedly, "but I'd like to see what guys do together."
I swept my hand toward the doorway. "You can see from there."
James hesitated a moment, then stood up and carefully peeked around the corner. I barely got a good look at his backside when he spun around again and hurried back to his chair. His pale eyes were opened wide and his jaw dropped, exposing his teeth.
He jerked his thumb in the direction of the livingroom, leaned in, and whispered quietly, "The big guy, Jason, he was getting. . . you know. . . by the guy with the eyes and Tom was doing it to Rob."
I simply nodded to him.
"Didn't you hear me?" he said anxiously. "Jason was sitting on the guy with the eyes and was bouncing up and down on him."
"One," I said with a polite smile., "the guy with the eyes' is Scott. Two, you can say the word fuck' around here and no-one will wash your mouth out with soap."
"Okay, okay," he pressed forward, "but Jason was. . . okay, getting fucked by Scott!"
"Yes," I said.
"I didn't think guys like that would let anyone. . . you know. . . fuck them. And he was masturbating, too!"
"Do you mean macho men like Jason?"
James nodded and I chuckled lightly.
"Jason may look like a big black bear, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy having all kinds of sex, and getting fucked and jerking off is all part of the game."
James looked down at the table and shook his head. "Well, it sure looked like he was enjoying it a lot. Heck, I don't even jerk off that. . . er. . . masturbate that hard."
I reached out and placed my hand over James' hand. His eyes turned up to me. "You've got to lighten up, James," I told him. "Say what you mean and do what you want. That's the way it is around here." I slid my hand away and James followed it with his eyes.
He tilted his head up and met my gaze again. "You mean this kind of stuff goes on around here all the time?"
"Most of the time, yes."
He pause and swallowed. "Do you. . . like. . . join in sometimes?"
I nodded. "As I was saying, you can say whatever you want, do whatever you want, with whoever you want, whenever you want. That applies to everyone inside this apartment. Myself included. I do what I want with them whenever I want."
"You mean I could go in there and say I wanted a. . . a blowjob. . . and I'd get one?"
"Three of them would be happy to oblige," I replied. "I don't know about Tom yet. He hasn't done anything like. But you wouldn't have to go out there to ask."
"You?" he asked. He sounded surprised. "I thought you were. . . like. . . the housekeeper or something."
"Valet," I told him, "and yes', I would oblige you as well."
James looked down at the table again. "Holy, shit," he said.
"All you have to do is ask, James."
His eyes raised once more. He had a frightened, hesitant look in them. "This is all new to me," he said. "I don't think I'm ready to jump into it just yet. I'm not sure I want to."
"That's okay," I told him. "Take your time. If you want something to happen, we can make it happen for you. If you don't, well, that's okay. Nothing will happen if you don't want it to."
James seemed relieved at that.
"More coffee?" I asked.
"Please," he replied.
As I stood up to pour more coffee for us, James asked, "Any idea what time Tom and Rob are leaving?"
"I don't expect they plan on going home tonight."
"What!?" he whispered loudly. "He didn't tell me that!"
I returned with the coffee pot. "I suppose he thought you would want to stay as well. If you would rather, we can get you home."
"I don't have to be home, but are you sure there's enough room for me?"
I laughed. "Pick a bed, James. You can sleep where you like. I imagine Tom and Rob will be sleeping in Jason's bed, but there is still room there for the two of us if that's where we decided to sleep. Or, there's a guestroom and there's my room. There's also the sofa." I carried the coffee pot back to the brewer.
"You mean I could just go and jump into Jason's bed or your bed and go to sleep?"
"Yes, and you would be safe," I assured him. "As I told you before, James, nothing happens here that you don't want to happen."
"I've never slept in the same bed with anyone before. Well, except for my little brother, and he's a dork." He looked down at his coffee mug, at his finger as it traced around the inside of the handle. "So, I could. . . like. . . sleep in your bed and you wouldn't do anything to me?" He looked up at me then.
"Not if you didn't want me to."
Once again, his gaze lowered to his coffee mug. He was silent in thought for a long time. The grunts and groans continued to float in from the livingroom. "I've never slept in the same bed with anyone before."
"I know, James. You just told me."
"And you wouldn't mind? And you wouldn't do anything I don't want you to do?"
"No to both questions," I answered him honestly.
His eyes raised once more. "I want to, Shawn, but I'm scared to death."
"I want you to as well."
"Me?" he asked. "You want me to sleep with you?"
"Yes, I do," I said. "Very much."
He swallowed. "You like me?"
"Very much."
He swallowed again. "I like you, too, Shawn, but. . ."
James was interrupted by the familiar sounds of Jason in orgasm. James had never heard him before, but he knew what it meant. He turned in his chair to look at the open doorway leading to the livingroom. "Holy, shit!" he exclaimed. He looked back at me again, his face full of surprised amazement.
Before he could even ask the question, I smiled and nodded at him. "All the time," I said. "Any time of the day or night."
"Holy, shit," he murmured. He looked back at the doorway and stared at it until the sounds died down and only the heavy breathing remained. Only then did he turn back to me. He sat there, staring at me, but said nothing.
I decided to take the bull by the horns, as it were. "Do you have a hardon, James?"
His face suddenly flushed pink, and so did his ears. I smiled at that. "Don't worry if you do. I have one as well."
He swallowed hard this time. "That would give a zombie a hardon."
I shook my head no' and explained. "I've had mine since you mentioned you might want to sleep in my bed."
His mouth opened as if he were about to say something, then closed again.
I smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, James," I said quietly. "If you decide to sleep with me, I'll keep it right where it is - inside my shorts."
"No," he said quickly. "I mean. . . um. . . I gave you an erec. . . a hardon?"
"Yes, you did," I told him. "I won't lie to you, James. I like you and I find you very attractive. If you don't want anything to happen, it won't, but, if you decide you want something to happen, I would like to be the one to do it for you."
There was only a short pause before James said, "Holy, shit."
To Be Continued
this has taken an interesting turn and I like where it is going. Looks like Shawn will get lucky. Good and hot chapter.
Fuck; I think Scotty just took Jason to a whole new level of ecstacy! And James couldn't have found anyone nicer to expore his "curiosity".
Neil, you have done it once again. Another fantastic chapter!
WOW, WOW! Shawn has found someone named James. I am so happy for him. I can't wait until the next chapter. Shawn is telling how he feels, so hot. I love this story!
"It is better to be thought stupid, then to speak and remove all doubt!"
Yeah, I was a little worried about that. I tried to make the writing styles different enough that you would be able to tell who is writing what, and I hate those stories where two people are writing the same story and the chapter headings are the writers' names.
When I brought in James, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I picked up the story where it left off and Shawn and James disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the other guys in the livingroom. I decided to go with Shawn writing his own sections where he and James are alone, so I deleted everything and rewrote it in Shawn's words.
It works for me, but I hope it doesn't get too confusing for the readers.
By the way, in case you didn't notice, I used '* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *' when I changed narrators instead of the usual '* * * * *'. I trust this helps as well.
Neil, I think you did a magnificent job in having Shawn tell his part of the story. I like seeing different characters' perspective. A while back you posted a different thread with Jason telling his side of the story up to that point. I liked it and maybe it could have been inserted here, I don't know. I'll admit since you started this chapter with Shawn telling his words, I was confused at first, but it didn't take long for me to catch on. I hope you do more of this with the story. And yes, I want to see James and Shawn get together. I guess that's just the romantic in me. Once again thanks for every word you write. I love this story!
Neil, absolutely beautiful as always. I'm glad you've started updating this one a bit more, as it's definately my fave. Don't get me wrong, I like "Brad" too, but this one really sends me over the top!
Filmmaker, Author, 2006 Time Magazine Person of the Year, and Engelbert Humperdinck's biggest fan!
Another hot time! Try not to leave it so long between chapters.
Wonderful chapter, Neil Thanks
I like the way Shawn is telling his own story .... a mini-tale !! Hope he can help James, just as Jason & Scott brought him out.
Peace & Love
Neil....I am disappointed. I WAS MEANT TO BE WITH SHAWN!!!! lol
Great chapter!!!! I'm so turned on by all of your writings!!!
Don't test my patience any more, Neil. I've been waiting and struggling on how the soty goes next long enough
I've just downloaded the last part. I'll read it at home (I'm at a friend's house), even if I have to read the CD with my own eyes!
But where's the sheep come into play? Was it swallowed by some python in Burma?!
I know how to read binary, but I can only do that if it's plain text (Notepad documents), and even with them I need a calculator and an ASCII table... I'm such a geek!
Neil, I've just read the last two parts. I don't have words to describe it. Only a sore penis.
Neil, another great chapter. I am glad you have Shawn telling his side of the story. Thank you.
Wow. This is so great OMG....I just found this one after reading all of the Watching Brad and its so different, but still the style is the same. I can't wait for more.
fingers crossed for a new chapter soon !! Great story !
I am finally getting ahead in 'Watching Brad'. I'll start writing a new chapter for 'Jason' this weekend.
Okay Dokey Smokey!
wow! i just got done reading all the chapters and i have to congradulate you. its a very hot story. you have a way with words, thats for sure.
Well, well, well, my goodness...doesn't that make our naughty parts tingle...YES, IT DOES!!!!!!!
God, this story is making me soooooo fucking horny!!!!!!!!!!...keep 'em cumming, Neil!!!!!(pun definitely intended...LOL)
You know I like binary. So:
1001101 1001111 1010010 1000101 0100001 0100001 0100001
(in plain English: MORE!!!)
I have to add "please" after that.
I'm half-way through the next chapter. I'm hoping to finish it this week and post it for you. The story took a bit of a turn and I'm not at all sure I'm happy with it. If I'm not, I'm going to have to scrap most of it and rewrite it.
The story is going great. I'm sure whatever your in the process of writing will turn out fine.
I sooooo hope you'll be posting the next chapter of this very hot, sexy story tomorrow (Saturday, October 14th)...can't wait to find out what happens next between shawn and James...the suspense is killing me!!!
I NEEEEEEEED another chapter, Neil. Hurry up, I'm turning blue!
Filmmaker, Author, 2006 Time Magazine Person of the Year, and Engelbert Humperdinck's biggest fan!
Chapter 27
Even after my cock slid out of Jason's asshole, he still straddled my hips and hugged and kissed me. He was still panting heavily from his exertions and I could feel his heart pounding against me as he pressed his chest against mine. His heady, sweaty smell surrounded me. It was better than standing in a botanical garden. Few things smell better than Jason does after he's had sex.
His lips mashed against mine and our teeth clicked together as our tongues fought a duel. At one point, Jason trapped my tongue inside his mouth and began giving it a blowjob, sucking and tonguing it and sliding his mouth up and down it.
I was about to return the pseudo-blow but Jason's mouth left mine before I could begin. "You are the sexiest man in the world, Scotty."
"I'm not half as sexy as you are."
"I don't turn myself on," he said, still panting. "You do."
He kissed me again, then his mouth moved to my cheek and further to my neck. He stayed there for a minute or so before his lips and tongue found my ear. He licked the outside first, sending tingles of pleasure into my groin, and then he traced the inside channel around the edge before he reached my earlobe. My head turned automatically to the side to give him better access and Jason sucked and nibbled on my lobe as he does with my cock.
I reached down and behind Jason, pulling the condom off my cock and tossing it somewhere in the direction of the coffee table. My hands moved around Jason's sides and between us. My palms found his massive pecs and my fingers found the hair-encircled nubs of his nipples. I curled my fingers and caught the hardened nipples between my thumbs and the outsides of my index fingers and I squeezed. Jason moaned into my ear, his sighs blowing across the moistened skin of my ear. I squeezed harder and Jason doubled his oral attack. His tongue left my earlobe and began searching out all the other parts in and around my ear. My own groans of pleasure joined his.
Despite all the orgasms that day, I could feel my cock growing hard once more, pointing upward against the top of Jason's ass. His own cock grew hard against me, pressing between both our bodies, slippery and slick with the cum still coating my skin there.
Jason drilled his tongue into my ear, swirling and twisting it as if he were rimming my asshole. It felt just as good, too. I'd lost count of the orgasm's we'd had that day, but it was enough to surprise me that Jason was working our way up to another one. He tortured me with his tongue, digging as deeply into my ear as he could and sending shivers of excitement throughout my entire body.
He finally pulled his tongue out of my ear, grabbed my cheeks in his hand and turned my face toward him. His deep, dark eyes grabbed my attention and held it. There was so much lust in them - more, I think, than I had ever seen. Then his head suddenly tilted slightly and his lips rammed themselves against mine again. His kiss was pure savagery. He was an animal. His tongue sought mine as his mouth twisted against me. I was gasping for breath, sucking deep, noisy breaths through my nose as I fought to explore Jason's mouth as he was exploring mine.
My fingers gripped his nipples even tighter and began to twist. Jason screamed his pleasure into my mouth, and I pressed and twisted harder still. Jason yanked his mouth away from mine and leaned back. His eyes were closed and his lower jaw dropped as his chest heaved with the effort of his breathing. His right hand left my cheek and found its way to his cock. Once more, he was jerking himself off, intent on at least one more orgasm that night. I relinquished my grip on his left nipple and moved my own hand to my cock. I matched Jason stroke for stroke.
Jason's head tilted forward once more, but his mouth remained open. His eyes opened and stared into mine once more and still the lust was there. His breath blew over my face, warm and sweet.
"Holy, fuck, Scotty," he croaked gruffly. "I can't believe I'm going to cum again."
I released Jason's other nipple and wrapped my arm around his back, pulling myself up toward him. I think he expected me to move in for another kiss, but I had another destination in mind. My lips found the hair on his chest, then zeroed in on the nipple I had just released. I attacked the stiff, tiny nub with the same ferocity with which Jason had attacked my ear only moments earlier.
I sucked it and pinched it between my lips and swirled my tongue around it, and I even bit it gently with my teeth. Jason went ballistic, his fist pounding against my belly as he stroked his cock. The groan which came out of his mouth was almost painful to hear. I tortured him as long as he would let me, but within minutes, Jason's upper body was twitching away from my mouth, so I moved over to his other nipple and once more began my onslaught.
Jason continued to groan and moan and to tell me over and over again how good it felt. Throughout, his hand didn't skip a beat on his ramrod. Precum dripped to my belly, warm and wet. His scent, heavy from sweat and sex, stoked the fires in my groin. My orgasm was rapidly approaching, but I was determined to wait for my man to cum so I could join him.
One more groan escaped Jason's mouth and his chest jerked away from me. I knew he'd had enough and I lay back against the sofa and looked up into his handsome, rugged face. Sweat poured from his brow, rolling down his cheeks and nose, dripping from his face and onto me. There was only one look in his eyes now - his desperate need to blow one more load. I bounced beneath him as he pounded his cock, his ass cheeks hard and warm against me, his balls mashing into my stomach hairs. My own hand rode my cock, rubbing against Jason's ass cheeks at the same time.
Jason's teeth closed together in a vice grip and his lips split into and intent grimace as his eyes narrowed slightly. And then, suddenly, his jaw dropped and he raised himself onto his knees. His cock came closer to my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. The moment the first blast of cum from Jason's cock hit my chin, my first blast splattered against his back.
There was very little cum left in his balls, but what there was landed on my face and in my mouth, and I accepted it eagerly. I felt the heat from Jason's cockhead against my lower lip and his cock slid past and into my mouth. I clamped my lips around him, holding him there and sucking the rest of his jism out of him and into me.
As my orgasm subsided, so did Jason's. His cum stopped flowing, but his cock was still twitching in excitement. I stopped stroking my cock and stopped sucking the meat between my lips. My hands moved to Jason's ass, feeling my cum there, and guided his hips forward. He released his softening cock and let it slide into my mouth entirely. I held him there until we both came down from our orgasmic high.
Jason finally sat back down, his soft cock sliding reluctantly from my lips. He looked down at me, smiling. "I'm not trading you in for anything, Scotty." He bent himself forward and licked his cream from my face before clamping his lips onto mine and giving it to me. My tongue found every drop it could before we fell into some serious kissing.
"I know people who would pay good money to see that," a voice said beside us. "You guys up to putting on a show? I could make a fortune."
We broke our kiss and looked at Tom and Rob. I had totally forgot they were even there. Tom was sitting on the sofa near me, sprawled out with his legs spread before him. Rob was on his knees between Tom's legs, giving him a blowjob.
"Christ, man," Jason said. He sounded rather perturbed. "Don't you ever do anything for Robby?"
"Sure," Tom replied. "I fuck him whenever he wants and, when he gets too horny, I jerk him off."
"Don't you ever blow him? Or let him fuck you?"
"First of all, no-one fucks my ass, Dude. And second, I don't really like sucking cock. I only do it when I really have to. Like when Rob tells me I can't fuck him if I don't."
Jason climbed off me and onto his feet as Rob removed Tom's cock from his mouth. "I can't believe I let you fuck me!" Jason said angrily. "I thought you were gay!"
"I am," Tom replied with a smirk. "But I'm not a fag like my favourite little cocksucker, here. Come on, Rob, get your mouth busy again. Daddy needs to wash your tonsils again."
"That's it!" Jason grabbed Rob under his arm and yanked him to his feet. His eyes burned daggers into Tom. "Get your sorry ass out of my house!"
"Jason, please don't," Rob begged.
"He's using you, Robby. Don't you see that? You deserve better than this asshole!"
"But he loves me."
"How do you know?" Jason asked. "Has he ever told you?"
Rob hung his head shyly, hiding his teary eyes from us. "Well, no, but he lets me live at his place and he takes care of me."
"Why? So he can have your ass any time he wants? So he can do what he wants to you? I suppose you cook his dinners and wash his clothes, too!"
Rob looked up at me. I could see that he knew the truth. I could see it in his eyes. He didn't want to admit it, though.
"You don't deserve this, Rob," I told him. "He's using you."
Tom stood up, grabbing his clothes off the floor and pulling them on. "I don't need this shit," he grumbled.
Rob was crying now, the tears rolling down his face in tiny rivulets. "I have nowhere else to go."
"You can stay here until you find another place," Jason offered.
Rob looked at Tom, who was pulling on his jeans. Tom glanced up, caught Rob's gaze, and said, "Make up your mind fast. I'm outa here."
I stood up and stepped toward Rob, putting my hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at me. "Stay here if you want, Rob. We'll get your stuff later."
Rob looked down at the floor and said, "I'd better go."
"We're here if you need us," I assured him.
Rob turned away and hurriedly pulled on his clothes.
"James!" Tom called. Then again. "James!!"
Shawn opened his bedroom door, still dressed in his shorts. "He's in the shower."
"Tell him if he wants a ride home, he'd better get his ass out here, fast!"
"Don't bother, Shawny," Jason said. "If your friend wants a ride home later tonight, I'll take him."
Shawn nodded, stepped back into his room, and closed the door.
To Tom, Jason said, "If you even think of hurting Rob, remember what I was in prison for. I'd be more than happy to go back again for pounding your face in."
Tom lifted his head haughtily. "I'm not afraid of you," he said.
Jason calmly walked up to Tom, who seemed to shrink as he approached. When Jason was face to face with him, he smiled menacingly and said, "Oh, but you should be. Now, get the fuck out of my house."
Tom backed away, almost tripping over the coffee table as he encouraged Rob to dress faster. Minutes later, they were heading out the door. "Remember, Rob," I called after him, "we're here if you need us."
Rob nodded and smiled sadly. And then they were gone.
"How did we miss it, Jason?"
Jason simply shook his head back and forth. "He'll come back."
"Who? Tom?"
"No. Robby. He knew he was being used before. Now he knows we do, too."
"Then why would they come here if Rob knew we'd figure it out?"
"Tom said it himself. He wanted my ass. My guess is that he made Robby set up a date with us."
"I'm sorry, Jason," I apologized. "If I had known. . ."
Jason went to the door and locked it, then went to Shawn's door and knocked. A moment later, Shawn opened the door.
"Tom and Rob have gone home," he told Shawn. "Call me if your friend needs a ride, okay?"
"James is staying here tonight. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Of course it is, Shawny. See you in the morning."
"Goodnight, Jason." Then, looking past Jason to where I was standing, said, "Goodnight, Scott."
"Nite," I called back.
As the door closed once more, Jason came to me, picked me up in his arms, and carried me around to turn out the lights. We went into the bedroom where I turned on the bedside lamps from the control panel at the door, then on into the bathroom. He set me down there and we took a leak together, then into the shower. It was all business in there except for a lot of hugging and kissing. Both Jason and I were totally sexed out for the night. We did wash each other, though, and that was fun. Jason even let me shampoo his chest.
We finished our shower and stood under the shower heads and held each other as we let the water rinse us off completely until Jason finally turned off the faucets and we stepped out of the gigantic stall. Jason dried me and I dried him, and then he picked me up and carried me to bed.
It wasn't long before we were in bed and sound asleep in each other's arms.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
I was really attracted to James when I first set eyes on him, but, as we sat in the kitchen and talked, I really started to like him. There was an innocence in him, and curiosity and confusion. I recognized them all easily. I could also see his anxiety.
"When did you know you were gay?" he asked me, intruding upon my thoughts of him.
I sat back in my chair. "I don't know that I am, actually," I told him. "The only sex I've ever had is with my friend, here. . ." (I held up my hand) ". . . and Jason and Scott. All I can tell you is that I enjoy it and I want to do more. If that makes me gay. . ."
"I've thought about it a lot," he continued. "You know, doing stuff with another guy, but I've been afraid to try it. I mean, what if I don't like it?"
"If you don't like it, you stop and you don't do it again."
"What if I really suck at it?"
I chuckled at his choice of words.
James realized what he had said and that delightful blush spread up his cheeks and to his ears once more. "Oh, geez," he said as he looked quickly down at the table.
"Don't worry, James," I assured him. "Some people really suck at sucking. But you don't have to do it all at once. You do only what you feel comfortable with and only when you feel comfortable doing it. Like me, for example. I've worked here with Jason for a few years now. I always knew he was gay. He told me when he hired me and swore me to secrecy. But he's the nicest guy you'll ever meet, really. So is Scott. Jason never did anything untoward against me and let me go about my business. I was curious, of course, and all I ever saw him do was masturbate. He never brought anyone home, so I didn't see any gay sex. But I spent a lot of time back at home by myself and I had a bit of a collection of videos. Mostly straight, but I bought a gay video once and I enjoyed it as much as I did the straight ones and I started buying more of them."
"Did you ever try anything with Jason?" he asked. "I mean, like when you caught him. . . you know. . . masturbating."
I chuckled again. "Well, for one thing, I didn't have to catch him. Jason's not shy. He doesn't wear clothes around here. He never did. And when he's horny, he does something about it, and he's horny most of the time. He did it wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Hell. Sometimes he'd be sitting right there where you're sitting and he'd stop in the middle of his dinner and whack off a good one, then carry on eating as if nothing was strange about it. I got used to it pretty quickly."
"But he's pretty attractive. Didn't you ever want to do anything with him?"
"I suppose I did," I said in retrospect, "but look at him. He's huge! The guy's built like an ox. To be honest, he scared the ever-loving shit out of me."
"I shouldn't think he'd give anyone a choice," James said quietly. "I mean, he could do anything he wanted with someone and they wouldn't have much choice about it."
I leaned forward, resting my arms against the table, and catching James' eyes. "Jason's not like that, James. He's big, but he's as gentle as a kitten. He's also the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, and he's also the best friend anyone could ever have. He takes good care of his friends."
I leaned back into my chair again and continued. "Things changed when Scott came to live here. He was injured back then. Cracked ribs from a beating he'd taken from some guy who's in prison now for murder. Jason took such great care of Scott and I finally got to see the real side of him. I liked Scott, too. He was nice to me and didn't treat me as a hired hand. He treated me as a friend. I liked that. He's pretty cute, too. And those eyes. . ."
"I know," James said suddenly, his own eyes widening and his brow creasing. "They go right through you, don't they? I've never seen eyes as blue as his before."
"Neither have I. Anyway, when Scott was well enough to start having sex again, they started doing it all the time. Scott wasn't shy, either - at least not after the first time I saw them together. That's when things started happening to me. I didn't need the videos to masturbate to anymore. I'd just lie in bed at home and think about Scott and Jason. And then it started carrying over into my work. I'd see them together and I'd go into a trance and it was like I was at home by myself."
"You jerked. . . I mean. . . you masturbated in front of them?"
I nodded. "I wasn't even aware of it at first. I'd jerk off, then go on about my business without even knowing when I had done it. Eventually, they told me about what I was doing and invited me to join in any time I wanted to. It took awhile, though. I was scared to death. But they were both so nice and gentle and didn't force me into anything at all. I did what I wanted and that is all they expected me to do. But I discovered that I really enjoyed it. . . a lot, and I started doing more, and I discovered that I enjoy doing that as well."
James looked down at his hands where they rested on the table top. His fingernails were twiddling with each other nervously.
"You're safe here, James," I assured him. "No-one will ever make you do anything you don't want to do."
He sat quietly for a long time, twiddling his fingernails. Inside the livingroom, the sounds of sex came to my ears once more. The stamina in those two men surprised me and I was beginning to wonder if they would ever run out of steam.
"I like you, Shawn," James said finally, and he looked up into my eyes and quickly back to his hands again. "I like you, but I'm scared to death."
I reached my hand across the table and cupped it over James' hands. "You're safe here, James," I repeated. "Nothing will happen to you that you don't want to happen. You have my word on that."
His eyes found mine and held my gaze this time. "I believe you, Shawn. I trust you, but I don't think I'm ready to do anything yet."
"That's okay," I assured him.
"I want to stay here tonight, though," he continued. "I think I'd even like to sleep with you, but I don't want anything to happen."
"That's okay, too, James, and I guarantee that nothing will."
James' right hand slid out slowly from beneath mine and moved on top. He hand felt warm, but nervously damp. I could feel it shaking slightly. "Thanks," he said, and then he smiled and his pale, blue eyes twinkled.
I cleaned up the table, setting the mugs in the sink and making certain the coffee maker was turned off, then James and I headed for my bedroom. James paused as we walked past the sofa, watching the spectacle which was going on there. Closest to us, Tom was sprawled out with his legs spread wide. Rob was between them, giving Tom a healthy blowjob as Tom looked away from us, watching Jason sitting on Scott's stomach. They were kissing and jerking themselves off.
James watched for a few moments, then looked at me and heaved a nervous sigh. I reached for his hand, took it in mine, and led him to my bedroom, closing the door behind us and punching up the back lighting in the headboard of my bed. A soft, soothing glow filled the room.
"If you'd like to take a shower," I said, pointing, "the bathroom is in there."
"You have your own bathroom?"
I nodded. "I have an extra bathrobe you can use until I wash your clothes for you in the morning."
"I don't have clean underwear, though," he said. "I don't think I could sleep without them."
"No problem," I said. I punched the electronic display once more and lights came on over my dresser. I opened the third drawer down. It was filled with underwear, many of them still in their original wrappings and boxes. "These are all brand new," I told him. "I've never worn them."
"Geez," James said in an astounded whisper as he stared into the drawer. "Do you collect them or something?"
"Or something," I replied with a smile. "Stamps and butterflies were never my thing."
He looked at me and giggled before turning his attention back to the dresser.
"Help yourself," I told him. "They should fit you."
Tentatively, he reached into the drawer and began looking. "Is there anything here that's. . . you know. . . baggy and loose?" He glanced quickly at my waist and my shorts. "I mean, I don't think I could wear anything like those."
"Here," I said as I stepped beside him. James stood up and to the side as I closed the drawer and opened the next one down. I grabbed up a pair of shorts. "I've worn these, but they're clean."
"I don't mind," he said. He took them and held them up, testing the elastic waistband. They seemed to meet with his approval. "I think these will do."
I started to close the drawer, but he stopped me. "Wait." He reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of mesh boxer shorts which I wore only during my most private moments. They were an iridescent silver colour, changing to patches of rainbow hues in the light, and they were totally revealing. They were as close to being naked that I could get.
"You wear these?" he asked as he turned them over in his hand, seeing his fingers through the material.
"Yes," I answered, "but not where anyone can see."
He looked at me with shy, puppy-dog eyes. "Would you wear them for me?"
I smiled. "Sure," I said. I took them from him, then said, "Come on. I'll get you a bathrobe." I closed the door and led the way to my closet. I grabbed one of the three robes there off its hanger and handed it to James. "Take your time," I told him. "I'll grab a quick shower when you're finished. Oh. There's extra toothbrushes in the cabinet."
James smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. I wasn't surprised to hear the lock clicking. I went to my bed and sat down, thinking about James. Surprisingly, I didn't even try to imagine him naked. I simply went over in my mind our conversations from earlier that evening and how much I had enjoyed them. I liked being with him and I sat there hoping that there would be more times like this.
A loud, anxious, and angry voice calling James' name interrupted my thoughts and I went to the door. Jason and Scott were standing near the sofa. Tom was fully dressed and Rob was crying and frantically pulling on his own clothes.
"He's in the shower," I said.
Tom looked furious when he said, "Tell him if he wants a ride home, he'd better get his ass out here, fast!"
"Don't bother, Shawny," Jason told me. "If your friend wants a ride home later tonight, I'll take him."
I nodded and stepped back into my room, closing the door tightly behind me. Whatever had happened out there, I was certain I would learn all about it in the morning. From the looks of it, though, I suspect Tom was getting his ass booted out of the house for some reason or other. Jason came to my door a few minutes later to tell me that he'd take James home later if he wanted to go. He assured me it was okay if James stayed the night.
I closed the door and sat back down, waiting for James to finish his shower. He came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, wearing my robe and towelling his hair dry. He stopped suddenly and said, "Oh, my clothes."
He started to turn back, but I stopped him. "I'll get them," I told him as I stood up from the bed, holding the shorts and my robe. I headed toward him. "That's my job around here."
"You sure you don't mind?"
"Not at all, James," I assured him. "I'll be back in a minute or two." I walked past him and into the bathroom, closing the door politely behind me. The room was warm and steamy. I flipped on the exhaust fan and looked at the floor. James clothes lay askew there. Everything had been taken off inside out. Puddles of water could be seen here and there where he had stood. The toothbrush he'd used lay on the vanity, as did the still-open tube of toothpaste.
I smiled at his innocence and began the clean-up. James needed someone like me.
I suppose I could tell you how excited I was and how much it turned me on to gather up his clothes, that I held them to my nose and breathed in his scent, but I didn't. Actually, it didn't even cross my mind. James trusted me, and that would have been a supreme betrayal of that trust. I simply picked them up, turned them right-side in, emptied the pockets, and placed the items on the vanity. I dropped his clothes into the laundry hamper and I quickly wiped up the puddles of water with the towel James had dropped to the floor as well, draping it over the hamper when I was finished.
I grabbed another towel from the small linen closet and took a quick shower. I dried myself, pulled on the mesh shorts and my robe, brushed my teeth, and dropped my other shorts into the hamper before returning to the bedroom.
James was sitting there on the side of the bed, his hands fumbling nervously with themselves where they lay in his lap. "I didn't know what side you sleep on, so I thought I would wait," he said quietly.
"Either side," I said as I sat beside him. "Are you okay?"
James nodded slightly and turned his head to look at me. "Yeah. Scared, though."
"Don't be," I told him. "You're here to sleep, and so am I."
His gaze locked itself on mine for a long time and we sat there in silence, listening to the sounds of our breathing. Then his gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same thing.
"I think I want to kiss you, James," I said softly, giving him the opening I thought he was looking for.
He looked back into my eyes. There was a lot of excitement in them - even eager anticipation - but I saw a lot of reservation and hesitancy in them as well. I waited until I saw him nod his head. I leaned forward slowly, tilting my head slightly, and our lips met.
The kiss didn't last long, but it lasted long enough for me to know that I enjoyed it very much. His kiss was sweet and tasted slightly of mint and baking soda. I think James enjoyed it, too, but I was the one who ended it.
As we sat away from each other, James sucked in a quick, deep breath. "Wow," he said. "That was weird." He was quick to add, "But a good' weird." He drew in another deep breath, tilted his head, and leaned in to me for another kiss. I met him half way. He ended the kiss this time. "Definitely a good' weird."
I smiled at him. "I think so, too." I sat up straight. "Are you ready for bed now?" James nodded as I stood up. "I'll take this side if you don't mind."
"Not at all," he said as he circled the bed to the right-hand side.
By the time he got there and turned toward me again, I already had my bathrobe open and was pulling it from my shoulders. His eyes went immediately to my shorts. I knew everything was clearly visible through the mesh, but I was grateful that I had managed to avoid getting an erection.
"I don't think I could ever wear anything like that," James said. His eyes suddenly flew up to mine. "They look great on you, though."
"Thank you."
I quickly pulled off my robe and tossed it onto the bottom of the bed before climbing under the sheets. I could feel the stirrings in my crotch and I didn't think it was a good thing to happen right before his eyes.
James turned his back to me and slid out of his own robe, dropping it to the floor, then getting into bed. He lay on his side, facing away from me.
A touch of my finger to the control panel on the headboard and the room was plunged into near darkness. Only the slightest light was visible, and that was for James' benefit in case he needed to find the bathroom during the night.
"Goodnight, James," I said.
"Nite, Shawn," he replied, and we both fell silent.
I don't know if James fell asleep, but I know I didn't. I lay there, thinking about him. I wasn't particularly concerned nor upset by the circumstances. I knew that I could control myself despite the erection in my shorts which refused to go away. It was almost an hour later and I was just considering sneaking off to the bathroom to help myself get rid it when James rolled onto his back.
"Shawn?" he said into the darkness. "Are you awake?"
"Yes," I replied.
"I was wondering. . ." he began. "I think. . . I think I'd like you to give me a blowjob."
To Be Continued
Wow!!! Finally, a new and very hot chapter!!!! My prayers have finally benn answered!!! Way to go, Neil...another great installment in this continuing erotic saga...don't make us wait so long for the next one, OK?
Very well done!!! I'd 'almost' forgotten about this story... I'm so glad its back!
"Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!"
-Auntie Mame
I second <XchadX123>'s post and add my thanks and gratitude for another job well done.
Awesome, Neil!
Sorry about the delay. I got stuck on how I wanted to do the 'Shawn and James' section. I tried 5 times and would delete it. Nothing worked and I couldn't get it going where I wanted it to go. This morning, I sat down with my cup of coffee, and wrote this paragraph:
I was really attracted to James when I first set eyes on him, but, as we sat in the kitchen and talked, I really started to like him. There was an innocence in him, and curiosity and confusion. I recognized them all easily. I could also see his anxiety.
Within two hours, it was finished.
oh Neil! WOW! What else can I say.
"It is better to be thought stupid, then to speak and remove all doubt!"
Thanks Neil. That was another great chapter and I wasn't expecting that to happen about Tom. I think its all for the best anyway.
Well worth the wait, Neil! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about us!
Filmmaker, Author, 2006 Time Magazine Person of the Year, and Engelbert Humperdinck's biggest fan!
hi there.. Neil....im not really a good english speaker but i´ll try to write it anyway--------------------you really are a good writer but there such many things that make the story............................doing it with everyone i think is not a good idea at all..... u said b4 that it was never ur intention making a story of an orgy but bcause they said it´s ok and many of them liked it then it happened... LOOK! whatever you decide to write surely they are going to like it beause youre good. If you made the story from what you´ve planned. They are going to love it hundred times more..... I think if youre using your own way of writing like what you´ve been doing on WATCHING BRAD, PEOPLE WILL ACKNOWLEDGE IT MORE!!!!! I never looked up on the sex they are going to experience but im looking up on how the story, how their lives will continue....JASON AND SCOTT ARE TEENS WHO ARE JUST PLAYING. They´re not in love! I can´t consider them partner.. IF THERE IS LOVE SURELY THERE IS JEALOUS... For me i guess watching brad is still the best..
HEY NEIL!! i wasnt saying that you dont have originality...when i told you something about you´re way of writing.....it´s because you write what they expect and not what you really want to write, but you surely have originality.. You´re writing it the way you usually do. But it´s the story im talking about... You could have impressed us LOT LOT more than how you impressed us with these Taking care of Jason, if .............you know........
By the way, thanx for giving us WATCHING BRAD
I don't agree. Jason is surely not a teenager anymore, and Scott is in second year of college, which makes him about 19 years old. They are young men, and they are, indeed, in love. If I had left it at that, as I had originally intended, the story would have ended many, many chapters ago, when Jason got out of prison. Jason and Scott would have lived happily ever after, and Shawn would have been a shy, lonely young man, and that would have been the end of it.
Very few authors have the luxury of allowing the readers to dictate the direction of a story. They sit at their desks and they create a story and they write it. The readers read it. Any comments they make after that are superfluous. They don't affect the stories one way or the other, and the authors certainly don't go back and rewrite their stories to suit their fans.
In my stories, I get feedback on each and every chapter, and I adjust the stories to suit the readers. In Watching Brad, the readers were uncomfortable with Cali and Mags. I dumped them, and they will not return. In this story, the readers liked the idea of a few orgies. I gave them one and it worked. They wanted more and I gave them more.
The fact that you are objecting to the way the story is going, and offering explanations as to why it means that Scott and Jason don't really love each other shows me that I have created a story and characters which are very real in the readers' minds, and that means that I have succeeded as a writer.
Couples who are in love can and do have threesomes and even foursomes without any impact on their relationship. I know this from personal experience. It can happen, and it does happen.
In the end, though, when all is said and done, they are, after all, just stories meant only to entertain the readers.
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Left Let's face it. You are never going to keep all of the line work that you create in AutoCAD. Along the way you may create some sketch lines, your design may change. you may even make a couple of mistakes. In this lesson, we are going to learn how to erase unwanted entities. On my screen I have got an abstract object, technically speaking this is a double-nine domino. Let's say I would like to convert this to a double five. To do that, I am going to have to erase some of these circles. One way to erase unwanted entities is by clicking and selecting them first and then pressing the Delete key. Another way to erase entities is by using AutoCAD's Erase tool.
Erase is located in the Modify panel of the Ribbon. I am going to click the icon right here. Now, I can select the objects I would like to erase and when I am finished, I will hit Enter. I am going to zoom-out a little bit. We will pan the drawing over. Let's center this geometry on screen. Let's pretend we are designing some furniture. On my screen I have got a drawing of a medium sized cabinet that consists of several drawers, and two glass doors. We can see through the doors that there is a shelf on the other side. Let's use the Erase command to make some design changes to this cabinet.
First of all, I would like to remove the glass from the doors. I would like these doors to be solid wood, such that you can't see through them. To do that, I am going to have to erase some entities, so I will move up and launch the Erase command, and I would like to erase this line, this line, and this line, and then I will erase the shelf, and I will hit Enter. Alright! Let's take care of the other door. To do that, I will hit my Spacebar to go back into the Erase command, and there is a faster way to select these entities. Since I am selecting multiple objects, I am going to use a Window selection.
I am going to click right here, and then I will pull down to the left. This is creating a crossing window. When I click to finish my window, AutoCAD selects every object that fell within the window or crossed over the boundary. Now that I am finished selecting objects, I will hit Enter. Let's try this. Maybe I'd like to remove the doors altogether and fill up the space with two more of the white drawers. Once again I will launch the Erase command, and I am going to be erasing multiple entities. So I am going to use another window. I will click right here, and I will pull down to the right.
this is creating a window selection. Let me click to finish the window and AutoCAD selects everything that fell completely within that boundary. Now that I am finished selecting objects, I will hit Enter to erase them. To finish the cabinet, I will use the Copy command. I'd like to copy this drawer, and both of the handles, I will right-click, and I'd like to copy them from the endpoint here, to the endpoint here, to the endpoint here. When I am finished, I will hit Esc. One thing is certain, a good design involves many revisions. As you continue to make improvements, you can always use the Erase command or the Delete key to eliminate your unwanted entities.
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