The next day John awoke and found himself alone in the bed. His nose twitched, as he smelled delicious strong coffee wafting up from the country kitchen. He also hears sounds of dishes and pans rattling.
He slipped on shorts that I found mixed into the covers, put on a tee shirt and bare footed, headed down downstairs. There he found a smiling Jason, his curly hair all mused up, his body barely covered with a bath towel, cooking.
"I didn't know you could cook," John said admiringly.
"Cook? I'm practically a gourmet chef; I studied for one semester at the Blue Ribbon Culinary Institute. Will a cheese souffl‚ please his lord? Oh, also a rasher of beacon, and Danish that Wilbur, the handy man delivered this morning."
He laughed in pleasure. He was starving. He sat down and dug right in. Jason beamed at his piggy uncles stuffed mouth. "You are so cute. You are still, at your advanced age, like a kid."
John said nothing, planning not to give the hot kid any reason to repeat what had, unfortunately, happened the night before. "Jason, after this breakfast, what say we do some fishing? If we have luck, you can do a fish specialty for dinner."
"Great, I'll just get dressed." He whipped off his towel and bare-assed ran up the stairs."
An hour later they were sitting on the pier that jutted into the lake, tossing their fresh water lines into the lake. "Careful Johnnie, don't snare me."
John knew the kid was using double entendres to get him riled up, but he ignored it. Just at that moment he got a heavy strike. What the hell, he thought, I must have snared an old tire, but it turned out to be a grandfather lake sunny, enough for both of them for dinner. Jason got behind him and helped me land the big one. Naturally the shit kept rubbing his cock on John's backside.
They fished about two hours more, but no luck. They took their catch and walked back to the cabin. Jason expertly cleaned the dish on the outdoor wooden block and wrapped it in wax paper and put it in the fridge. "I think I'll do it with a light onion cream sauce, perhaps a bit of mustard power in it. What do you think?"
"Sounds good. I am no classy eater. I'm a KFC or MacDonald's type."
"Disgusting fellow," Jason said, and walked over and sat on the arm of the chair. Before John could anticipate his rapid movement, Jason slipped his hand into the gap in John's shirt and quickly found his tit. As before, John's nipple acted like a switch. As the young hand moved over and over his now erected nipple his head swam. Jason's other hand rubbed John's bulging crotch. "What have we got here? You are so sexed up. Do you want a little relief? I'm the one that can do it."
John couldn't believe that he caught fire so rapidly. Jason was the hottest boy her had ever encountered. Apparently he was helpless when Jason decides to stimulate him.
Jason whispered in his ear. "Come on old fellow. We have work to do. Come upstairs."
When John remained seated, Jason grabbed his arm very tightly, so tightly it would leave a red bruise. John rose and staggered along, almost drunkenly, in a sex daze as the boy pulled him toward the cabin. Once inside the door, Jason put his arms around John and kissed him. John felt like the kiss was drawing him into total subservience and he dropped any defense and allowed himself to be almost absorbed by the young man's will. It felt good not to fight and to give in. This was a new feeling for him.
Jason pulled John's tee shirt off and then roughly pulled down the shorts. There was no underwear to deal with. Then Jason stripped himself. He then drew the older man like a toy, back into his naked arms and body. John was huffing and puffing, completely unable to resist in any way, not wanting to, perhaps.
There was a couch in the downstairs room of the cabin. Jason pushed John onto the couch, on his back, his ass just at the edge. John looked up at the determined boy with a questioning look in his eyes. Jason answered that unspoken question, "Johnnie, Johnnie, cutie, you think you have lived a gay-lite life, but it was only half gay. Now you are going to commit to a real gay experience. I will not take no for an answer. Don't fight me, I am a Karate master and you would regret it."
John was worried about this threatening boy. This could be very bad for him. Maybe Jason was disturbed. He's at that age where insanity could set in. But before he could consider these matters, his hairy muscular legs were hoisted up so that his calves were firmly locked, one on each of Jason's pale, smooth hips, just on the bone. In this position, John's fuzzy, muscular ass was up and exposed, even the hairy hole.
John's breathing was that of a terrified man, raspy and labored. Jason saw that. "Relax old fellow. I love you. I am not going to murder you, just make you happier than you ever dreamed. I am a good judge of guys. I know, absolutely, that this is what you've always wanted-just didn't know it."
Jason pulled John's ass checks apart and sighed with pleasure. "Oh shit, your ass is so hot, I can feel my cum rising in my balls. And I can see your asshole begging. Not too much longer, lover."
John felt a new fabulous feeling as Jason filled with love and lust leaned down and began licking John's pucker. Up and down, doggy-like, the inquisitive tongue moved over his sensitive hole sending hot and cold waves up and down his body.
Jason was humming with his own excitement that was growing faster as he sensed the peaks of feeling his was engendering in John. Back and forth, their passions echoed and increased against each other.
Then Jason lifted his head to more clearly hear was John was intoning over and over again. "What's that?"
"It's okay, you can put it in. I never thought I'd ever say that, but I'm hurting to have us possess each other."
Jason stifled his young man's feeling of triumph over an older and more experienced lover, but here it was, the good looking hairy man was begging to be pierced. Nothing less would suffice to please him.
"Okay Johnnie I'm coming in. I'll take it easy; it's your first time. Hah, you are the world's oldest virgin."
Jason's prick head was so dripping with smeary precum that although he had intended to just put it at the pulsing entrance, the head slipped in. John let out a growly moan. The intrusion didn't hurt, but it felt rude and unexpected, but then he thought about the blond god who was attached to it and he relaxed.
Jason meanwhile was fast losing his aplomb. This was just too hot a situation for his young years. He didn't yet, at his age, have the self- control to stop and wait. With a cry of abandon, he slit forward, producing more animalistic cries from John. Jason failed to hear them; he was blind with overwhelming feeling. The man below him was bringing strong anal caresses to his prick shaft. It was so stimulating that he began to sense that his orgasm was close. He only waited for John's permission to continue.
"Jason, I am up on a ledge of feeling. You need to bring me off. Start moving rapidly. Don't be gentle, fuck my brains out."
Jason couldn't help letting out an explosive sound of happiness, but immediately girded himself to proceed, backing up, almost removing his prong from the hole that grasped him and then sliding rapidly back. Thrust after thrust, producing howls and lustful cries from John, now reduced to a mass of strong lustful feeling.
A certain selfishness came upon them, each reaching for their own culmination. Sometimes it seemed to elude, then it rushed back, until there was no control over it. John's hips began urgent fucking motions, trying to ass-swallow the boy's cock, then his eyes opened wildly, almost alarmed at the peak feeling. His cock shot a long stream, hitting him in the mouth. He licked it avidly, then another stream striping his chest. His prick pulsed and spit, then finally just pulsed dryly.
This orgasm closed and opened his ass hole in pulsations, sucking at Jason's prick head and shaft like a vigorous shagging. There was no way he could stop the roaring cum that was fast overtaking him. His head thrust up, his body locked in delicious orgasm as his prick bathed John's eager canal with soothing balm.
They were both too overcome by the force of their culmination to move or speak. Finally the younger man husked out, "One more like that and I'm dead. How was it for you?"
"A killer."
Well they had one more day or loving tenderness, "Fuck fishing," Jason said. Then they packed up and Jason took the wheel as they drove home.
Did Jason keep this all to himself, or did he tell he Dad? Of course he told all, and further he asked that when he started Columbia in the fall, he would like to live with Uncle John, whose digs are close by the school.
His father warned him that, "These kind of affairs and relationships may not last." But that he would rather the choice of kindly John than a stranger.
Jason repeated the warning that his father had given him to John. "And what did you say?" asked John.
"I told him that nothing lasts forever, but while this love lasts we should enjoy it......how about right now!"
End