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Jason's Experiment

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 26 Oct 2002 1 comments
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An incident recently happened with a friend of mine, and I thought others might like to hear about it. Everything, except the very last event, is true. The last even is a figment of my imagination. Jason came to work for our law firm about 2 years ago, right out of law school and he and I worked in the same department. Jason was tall, good looking, from a good law school and from a well-connected family-in short, everything necessary to have a spectacular legal career. He worked hard, was bright, and if he had any ego, he checked it at the door. He was just a genuinely nice guy. Jason is 28 with a great looking girlfriend who works in politics, and I'm 38, married, with two kids. Because we worked so much together, we got to know one another well and, despite the age difference, we had become pretty good friends. We socialized frequently with our wives/gf's, we golfed together occasionally, and commiserated with one another over beers and football fairly often. Jason even joined the gym I went to, so we saw a lot of each other-wink, wink-although there was never any hint of any interest. About six weeks ago, we were sent to San Diego to do some work for a client. We had been there about three weeks, working our asses off every day including most weekends. Both of us had flown home on Saturday and back to San Diego on Sunday night. It was a Tuesday and it had been a long, hard day. Jason and I went to the quiet little bar about 2 blocks from our hotel and had a few drinks. I was drinking beer, but Jason had started with a few tequila shots, which was unusual for him. There was something wrong, something on his mind, but I didn't pry. Every once in a while, I'd catch Jason as if he wanted to say something, but then he'd stop. After a few too many tequilas, Jason finally came out with it: "Hey, Tony, I wanna ask you something but I don't want to piss you off. We're pretty good buddies and I don't want to screw that up." "Go ahead and ask," I said. "I'm pretty mellow so now's the time." After a few false starts he finally spit it out. "Listen, I notice how you act sometimes, like how you check out the guys in the showers at the gym and stuff like that. Oh shit!" he said, "this is coming out all wrong." I must admit I was a bit taken aback, but I told him to go ahead. So he took another stab at it. "Listen, I wanna ask you something, but I'm not sure if I should be asking you. I'm asking you because of, well, the way I see you looking at guys at the gym and maybe I'm way off base and . . . well, I need to ask somebody and I hope you can help me out here." By now I was intrigued-what the hell was going on? "Okay, here goes-I need to find out about sex. I mean, I know about sex, but something's not right. I think I really love Jennifer, but the sex really leaves a lot to be desired. There's got to be something more." He ran out of steam, embarrassment taking over. "So why are you asking me? You just called me a fag, maybe not in so many words. What is it you want to know?" "I'm not sure," he said. "I'm really confused about this, maybe I'm just fucked up." "So what do you want from me?" I asked again. "Well, here's what I was kinda thinking. Man, please don't get pissed off at me, cuz I don't mean to insult you or anything like that. But, like I said, I've seen you scoping out the guys at the gym, and other places too. So I'm thinking maybe you're a little gay, ya know. And since it seems like sex with Jennifer is so, well, you know, just not that great, I started thinking about myself. Like I check out the guys too, you know, I wish my dick was as big as some of those I see in the showers, or my ass as round or my pecs as defined and I wish I had the looks some guys do. So maybe I'm gay too, ya know? And I thought maybe you could help me out here. Man, I'm sorry Mike, I've said way too much. Let's just forget all this." "Nope, no turning back now. Let's get this out in the open and see where we are, okay?" He just looked down at his drink. "First, yeah, you've probably seen me checking out the guys. And I hope you'll keep my confidence; you know how people are about these things. I guess I'm bisexual, whatever that is. I had been curious about guys and sex and stuff for a long time, so about 10 years ago I finally decided to experiment a little. So I did and I learned a lot about myself and a lot about sex. I know there are many ways to find pleasure, some of which I enjoy and many of which I don't. I also learned that there's just something about me-I could never form an emotional attachment to a man, I just like to have a little no attachment pleasure with men once in a while. There, is that what you wanted to know?" "Yeah," he said quietly, "I guess so." After a long pause, he said "No, no that's not it. I want to know about me, what's wrong with me!" He was very insistent. "So what can I do for you?" I asked. "I guess I want to experiment, too," he said. "Will you help me?" That took my breath away, a real shocker. I'll make no secret of it-I found Jason to be one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen and I had, indeed, checked him out many times in the showers. I kept my eye on him when he worked out to see the muscles, especially those in his legs, flex. I watched his ass as he walked down the hallways at work, the very athletic, unaware, unselfconscious way he moved in his body. He was gorgeous, and he didn't even know it. I had even had sex dreams about him, very explicit ones. But hopping in the sack with him was a whole nother thing. After a few moments of silence, I said "Let's go get something to eat and talk about this some more." So we had a great steak dinner, and the food helped both of us get out feet back under us. We couldn't talk much, it was just too public. After dinner, I asked him into my room to continue our conversation. He was adamant-he wanted to try something to really experience sex. He claimed that despite almost overwhelming urges to have sex when it was over he had never really enjoyed it all that much. And he wondered why. He was starting to question his sexual orientation, but I had my doubts that that was the problem. But credit where credit is due-he was willing to try anything, including having sex with me. I suggested that maybe a slow progression would be best. I suggested that I give him a full body massage, erotic and sexual, and he could stop it at any time. He was game, so I suggested that we both strip and shower-there's nothing like a clean body to play with. I'll never forget when I had him lie down on the bed-there he was in all his glory, face down, his beautiful rounded ass before me. I leaned over him and lightly ran my hands over the length of his body to get him accustomed to being touched. He was, for the most part, pretty smooth except for light brown hair surrounding his cock and balls, and fairly hairy legs. I encouraged him to reach out and touch me if he wanted, and he timidly ran his hands over my legs. I moved to his head, leaned over and started working on his shoulders and back. He was as tight as a drum. I used extra lotion and soon he loosened up, and clearly enjoyed the attention he was receiving. I so wanted him to open his eyes and see my half-hard cock hanging only inches away, to reach he tongue out and taste it, but he didn't. I moved to his side and continued the massage. Occasional moans escaped his lips and I was so turned on my cock was dripping precum all over him. I then climbed on the bed and spread his legs so I could get between them. I worked on first one leg, then the other. "Please tell me if you don't like something I'm doing," I said. When I worked his thighs, I ran my hands upward all the way, sliding between the cheeks of his ass and lightly flicking over his perfect bud. The first time, he drew up but didn't say anything. After a few times, he spread his legs wider to give me easier access, and his moans increased as I brushed his balls and asshole. He was loving this, as was I. When he raised his ass slightly, I added more lotion and rubbed up and down his ass crack, all around his pucker, but without attempting to enter. I also gently groped and stroked his balls, and a nice pair they were. Finally, I had him turn over onto his back. The evidence of his enjoyment was plain-he was hard as a rock and his 7 inches looked good enough to eat. Not all cocks are attractive, but his was absolutely beautiful. He was somewhat embarrassed and attempted to cover himself with his hands. "If you want to have sex with a guy, it's not going to be easy if you keep your cock covered," I said. I took his hands away and laid them at his side. His cock twitched slightly, and precum dribbled onto his belly. He kept his eyes closed. I worked on his legs again, and massaged each of his toes individually. Again, as I worked his thighs, I finished each upward stroke by bringing my hands up the inside of this thighs, between his ass cheeks, over his balls, beside his cock and then back down the outside of the thigh. After a while, I would grab his cock and give it a single stroke as I passed it. Next I straddled him to work on his shoulders, his pecs, his arms. As I did so, I slid myself back and forth ever so gently over his hard cock. I was careful to stop, however, whenever I noticed his breathing grow faster, or when he started moving his pelvis in fucking motions-I didn't want him coming just yet. By this time, I had worked on Jason for about an hour and a half, and I'm sure he had never been so hot for so long. In fact, I'm sure he'd never experienced anything even remotely like this before. Finally, I slid down his body until our cocks were next to one another. I filled my hand with lotion and took both cocks in it, slowly stroking them together, up and down. I reached under us with my other hand and rubbed our balls together. The pleasure was exquisite, but Jason was on the verge of blowing and I didn't want that yet. I pulled away, leaned forward slightly and ran my tongue along the edge of his jaw to his ear. I dipped my tongue into his ear and as I did so, I felt his hands grab my waist. Then I felt his ramrod poking at my asshole. "No," I said. "Not this time." Jason was clearly a very aggressive lover type and his cock wanted to be inside of something, anything. I moved back down his body, tracing my way with my tongue. When I got to his cock, I gently licked the precum from his slit, then licked down the shaft. I took each of his balls into my mouth in turn, swirled them around, then licked back up his cock. I used my hand to spread his legs further apart to give me better access, then I moved up and slipped my wet, slippery mouth down over his cock, deeper and deeper. As he felt me envelop his manhood, there was a quick intake of breath and he arched his back. God, don't cum yet, I thought to myself. As I gently and slowly ministrated to his lovely cock, my hand rubbed his thigh, massaged his balls, and worked its way to his ass. I circled his pink rosebud with my finger, and then gently began to press inward. Jason was clearly oh so ready. When he felt my finger pressing at his secret door, he spread his legs even further and lifted his knees. He was now fully exposed, and he wanted to be invaded. My slippery finger slid in easily as my mouth kept working on his dick, which seemed to have grown considerably. I began to massage his prostrate a little faster, and kept time with my mouth on his cock. It was only a moment or two before I knew it was coming. It seemed to hit Jason almost like a seizure-his pelvis bucked and shoved his cock deep into my throat over and over, I pumped his ass vigorously with my finger and I felt torrents of his hot cum flood the inside of my mouth and throat. I thought it would never end and still Jason contorted almost uncontrollably, and the supply of cum seemed never to end. Finally, he subsided and I withdrew my finger, which caused a slight wince from him. I lifted off his cock and looked at him. For a moment I thought he had passed out-he laid there absolutely still, eyes closed, breathing very hard. Then his eyes opened and he looked at me. "Jesus Fucking Christ," he said. "I've never experienced anything like that." After a few moments of silence, he said "I guess I should do you now." I could tell that he wasn't too keen on that idea, but it didn't matter. During Jason's ecstacy I had humped his leg and unloaded my cum all over his hairy shin. Based on his reaction, I'm guessing Jason had never had another man's cum on him and wasn't too crazy about it now. We laid together quietly for a time and then I asked Jason how he felt. "I've never cum like that before. I knew there had to be more to sex, but I've never even come close until tonight. But, man, I'm glad you came. I don't think I could have sucked you off. I'm sorry, Mike. I just couldn't do it." "Listen, Jason. I'm a pretty astute guy, so let me tell you what I think. My thing with guys is exchanging massages, like the one I just gave you, and mutual jacking off, especially with some good porn. Sometimes, if things are right, I enjoy giving head. I personally don't like getting blow jobs-I know, go figure, who ever heard of a guy not liking blow jobs. Well, I don't and I've had some very good ones. I've tried fucking and sucking and they really are not my things, I guess. Mostly, I don't enjoy them. But I've got to tell you, if you'd really pressed the issue, I would have gladly let you fuck me tonight. In fact, I kinda wanted it. "But back to you. If I had to guess I'm sure you're not gay. In fact, I doubt you're even much of a bisexual. Sure, you were desperate enough to try things tonight with me, but I suspect that's just really not your thing. So if you asked me, I'd tell you to go home to Jennifer, and do with her what I've done to you tonight. Learn to pleasure each other, take the time to experience the sensations, to learn what each of you likes, and remember that it's about much more than just fucking and getting off. And don't be afraid-tell her how much you enjoy having something up your ass massaging your prostate, how really good it feels. And find out what her secret pleasures are too." Several weeks later, back home, I received a call from Jennifer at the office. "Mike, Sherry tells me she and the kids are going to her mother's this weekend. Want to come over for dinner?" "Sure, I'd love to." After dinner on the appointed evening, Jennifer clears the table and Jason gets us all a brandy. (And I don't like brandy!) Jason is a little fidgety, but I don't think much of it. Jennifer joins us back at the table and a little small take ensues. Finally, Jennifer says, out of the blue, "Mike, I want you to teach me to massage Jason and do what you did to him." I must had looked like a deer in headlights-stunned, motionless. Jason broke the silence by saying "Mike, I had to tell Jennifer how I felt, and how I knew it could and should be. I hope you don't mind. But, as a favor to us, will you teach us how?" And I did. I had them both shower and get naked-I did not-and I guided Jennifer through an erotic, sexual massage of Jason, and then quietly left the room. Love is not a spectator sport.