Jason story

 When Jason moved in, I was surprised that didn't he have much to move.
He basically just showed up with some clothes, his grooming supplies and
a big boom box. That was it. I later discovered that he was still living at
home when he moved in (he was 22,) and looked at sharing the house
more as just renting a room from me so he could have a sexual playmate
(who knew about his secret fantasies) than actually being roommates. As
time passed, he spent more nights at his girlfriend's apartment than my
place, usually just showing up when he was horny and wanted to play.

Having said that, the first few weeks after he moved in were a blur of
non-stop sex play. He'd finally found someone he could live out all his
secret sexual fantasies with, and he was like a complete nympho those
first few weeks.

Since I worked nights and Jason worked days, I was usually crawling out
of bed just about the time he was coming home from work. He worked at
a small Kawasaki dealership that specialized in recreational vehicles
(those small, all terrain three-wheelers and four-wheelers,) and by the time
he got home from work his cock was usually half hard and bulging in his
pants when he walked in. A very horny dude!

On one of his first nights, I was watching TV when he came home from
work. He had a full boner in his pants and, after making sure I got a good
look, quickly went to take a shower. He left the door partially open and,
during the shower, I heard him groaning and moaning (quite loudly.)
Although I felt a little awkward about invading his privacy, I knew he
wanted me to see him.

I walked to the door and listened for a couple minutes, then quietly pushed
the door open a little further. The shower curtain was open near the back
of the tub and Jason was leaning against the corner of the shower, hornily
jacking his cock. His hair was wet and plastered against his head, his
eyes were closed and he was gripping his balls with one hand while he
stroked with the other. His mouth was hanging open as he groaned and
pumped, then slowly opened his eyes to see if I had come in to watch.
Seeing me, he let out a loud moan, cum shooting from his cock and
splattering his wet chest. He closed his eyes again, eagerly working to
empty his nuts.

After finishing, he stood up (without saying a word) and pulled the shower
curtain closed. The show was over. The first week or so that Jason was
at the house, those types of incidents happened almost every night
(sometimes several times a night!) I watched him jack off on his bed
several times, the shower, on the couch, standing in the doorway to my
bedroom a couple times and even shooting a load into the kitchen sink
once.

Within a couple weeks, the thrill of having me catch him jacking wore off
and he needed a stronger 'fix.' One night he asked if I felt like watching a
porn movie. The entire time we lived together he ONLY wanted to watch
gay porn (which I thought was really strange,) and we ended up putting
one on that night. He was kicked back on the couch, and I was in the
recliner, with a serious boner, as I waited for him to pull his dick out and
start jacking off. He had a major bone in his jeans, and I didn't know he
was planning to try something new that night.

About twenty minutes into the flick, he said...

" Are you horny? "

Silly question.

" Sure... very. "

A few minutes later, he said...

" Tell me to suck your cock. "

Completely surprised, I said "what? " He repeated...

" Tell me to come over there and suck your cock. "

Damn! Having watched him constantly jack off for the past couple weeks
(without being able to join in,) I was horny as fuck. I wasn't about to pass
on a chance to get blown! He wanted a repeat of what we'd done with
Sarah, and I knew how he wanted it. Smile. I said...

" Get over here and suck my cock. "

He squeezed his bulge and let out a little moan as he shot off the couch
and came to the recliner. He quickly stripped naked as I dropped the foot
rest, then knelt in front of me. I slid down so he could unzip my jeans, and
a few moments later he was slurping on my hard dick. He kept a hand
between his legs, squeezing and pulling on his stiff dick, while he stroked
me with his mouth, and it wasn't long before he pulled off and groaned as
streams of jizz shot from his cock and splattered against the chair.

After cumming, he was no longer interested in sucking dick anymore and
asked, a little sheepishly...

" You mind if I just beat you off? "

I didn't mind. Smile. I sat back as he pumped my cock and looked at his
dick (still rock hard) dripping cum between his legs. A couple dozen
strokes later his hand was covered with my load. Smile. After getting me
off, he grabbed a quick shower, then got dressed and left for the evening.

One night, when he was super horny, he wanted me to tie him down on
the bed and 'have my way with him. ' There were only two stipulations... I
couldn't fuck him, and I had to release him once he got off. Since his bed
didn't have a headboard, we played his game in my room. Not having any
rope, I used folded duct tape to secure him, on his back, to my bed. I had
him naked, and his cock was rock hard as I 'tied' him down. By the way...
he had about 6 1/2, fat inches.

I'd never gotten to touch him before, and I was glad to finally have an
opportunity to get my hands on him. I spent nearly two hours playing with
him... licking his nuts, teasing his cock, making him suck my dick and
taking him as close to shooting his load as I could without letting him cum.
He went from from fighting the restraints and cussing me as I fingered his
asshole to pleading and begging with me to make him cum as I tickled the
head of his dick with my tongue (he had a VERY sensitive head.) It was
two of the horniest and most erotic hours of my entire life. Smile.

His two hours of sexual humiliation and torture came to a climax when,
after he'd been sucking my cock, I pulled out and shot my load all over his
face. Afterwards, I slid my body down on top of his and licked the cum off
his face. Having another man's cum all over his face had pushed him to
the edge of climax and, as I squirmed around on top of him, I felt his hips
lifting as he tried to push his cock against my ass. Realizing what he was
trying to do, I asked him about it...

" What are you doing? "

He groaned, cum running down his face...

" Let me fuck you... please. I need to get off. "

I could feel the head of his cock bumping against my ass as he anxiously
tried to find my asshole. Even though I'm a top, seeing him so horny and
desperate to get himself off, I found myself wanting to feel him fuck me.

I dug a bottle of lube out of my night stand and squeezed some on his
cock, smeared some on my ass, then straddled him again. I was getting
off on how bad he wanted to cum, so simply laid there and watched his
face as he searched to find my asshole with his stiff dick.

When he finally found it, he slowly lifted his hips off the bed (under my
weight) and tried to slide into my ass. After several attempts (the lube
kept making his cock slip) I felt his head slide into my ass. Letting out a
huge groan, he pushed himself off the bed and his dick slid into me.

Gasping (as I winced in pain,) he frantically began thrusting, desperate to
cum. After a dozen rough, uneven strokes, Jason let out a strangled yell
and arched his back as his cock exploded inside me. I felt it spasm and
jump in my ass, spurting his horny cum into me. He thrashed and bucked
like crazy until he'd finished emptying his load, then collapsed, panting, on
the bed beneath me. After a couple minutes of gaining his breath, he
whispered...

" Get off me. "

Our fun was over. I climbed off the bed and used scissors to cut the tape
that held his wrists and ankles, then he quickly shot off the bed and
disappeared into the bathroom. I layed down on the bed and waited for
my turn in the bathroom. He went directly into his bedroom from the
bathroom, and was gone by the time I finished showering.

He spent the rest of the week at his girlfriend's, and didn't show up again
(while I was there) until that Friday night. I had Friday nights off, and he
came in with a bag under his arm, smiled and said "hi, what's up" as he
went to his room.

Twenty minutes later, he walked into the living room with a rock hard cock
bulging in his jeans and a Polaroid camera in his hand.