Tales of Jason

Chapter 3: Patrick & Conrad

When I left the bathroom the first person I saw was Patrick standing right outside the door. He looked me up and down as if he were checking me out. He smiled and said, "Those sweatpants look really good on you."

"Yeah, thanks. They are a bit snug but comfy for now until my clothes dry."

"Until then, Alkibiades would like to talk to you in the back."

"What about?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but does it matter?"

"I guess not. Lead the way."

I followed Patrick down the hallway past the kitchen and we ended up in the back patio. The first thing I noticed in the patio was Alkibiades sitting on a chair with a table before him. He was in a translucent bathrobe. I could see his briefs through the fabric. He smiled and said without even looking at me, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"What is?" I said, still staring at his crotch.

"The yard."

I turned around and took a look at the yard. It was a large yard with plenty of green. It had trees that lined up along the fence, in one corner was a vegetable garden in raised beds, a greenhouse next to the garage. In the very center of the yard was a table with an umbrella. However, something caught my eye, to the very left of the property there was a door in the fence and it looked like it went to the property next door. Was it possible he had a second-place?

My train of thought was cut off when I felt Alkibiades's hand on my lower back. It slowly began to trail south as he talked, "You're wondering about the door aren't you?"

I turned to look at him, "Are you a mind reader?"

He laughed, "No, my dear, I'm very good at reading people," his hand reached my ass and gave my cheeks a soft squeeze. I could already feel blood heading to my cock. He turned to me and continued, "On Saturday, we are hosting a party for a small group of friends. And I would like you to come."

"Is it like a sex party?"

"Not exactly, sex will be present but that isn't the point of the party. I would like you to meet the rest of our family. If sex happens," he threw his hands up, "then sex happens."

I couldn't say no, I wanted to know more about this house. Meeting new people wouldn't be bad either. Maybe one of them could tell me more or maybe they would just stay quiet like Patrick back there.

"Sure, I'll be here. Should I bring something?"

"A costume would be nice. We like to dress up around here at our parties."

"I'm sure I can conjure something up."

"Conjure, that's a good word. It's origin..." then he suddenly stopped, "I'm sorry, word origins are one of my favorite things. Anyways, I'd also like you to get to know your four brothers here at the house. Although you won't be living here, it would be nice to get to know them."

"I think I can do that."

He put his hands together, "Excellent. If I am correct, Patrick has to go grocery shopping right?" he said, looking past me at Patrick.

Patrick took one long puff from his cigarette and said, "Yeah, that I do. Wanna tag along Jason?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not."

I suddenly felt Alkibiades' hand go into my sweats and he played with my balls. He knew I was semi-erect. He leaned in closer and said, "I look forward to playing with this one day. Until then, I have to go."

He pulled out his hand, stood up and walked past me towards the fence. He then opened the gate and walked through it.

"So, does he live there?" I said to Patrick.

Patrick smashed the bud of the cigarette into the ashtray and said, "You love asking a lot of questions, don't you? Come on, let's go."

His car was a Baby Blue colored Ford Mustang. It was an older model, like a 65 or something like that. It was shiny.

As we drove, Patrick put rock music on the radio. He also told me that Alkibiades helped him get the car and that it was his pride and joy.

When we got to the store, Patrick parked at the very end of the parking lot against the store wall, front end first. The second after the engine turned off, I felt his hand on my crotch. I quickly turned to him as he began to stroke my member. He lowered his head and pulled down my sweats just below my balls. My semi-erect cock fell into his hands and he said, "I prefer sucking cock more than I do getting my dick sucked."

"Don't you think..." and before I could even protest he took my cock into his mouth. Thankfully, his car windows were tinted so no one could see in the car. I reached for the level on the chair to recline it back.

Within seconds my cock was fully hard in his mouth. He passionately moved up and down my shaft. This was far different than the last time he sucked my dick. He was so good at it. He worked the shaft, then the head, then the shaft again. With his left hand playing with my balls. Occasionally, he would press his head all the way down to shove my cock into his throat. He would hold it there for a few seconds causing my eyes to roll back.

So many times I came close to cumming in his mouth but I had done my best to hold it.

After a few minutes, he stopped and told me to climb into the backseat of the car. I pulled the level up and the chair fell back. I moved to the back and the chair went back in the upright position. I sat down on the cold leather seat and pulled my sweats down to my ankles. He climbed into the back and pulled down his shorts. He was wearing a strap. Next, he climbed on top of my lap and slowly began to descend on my cock. As soon as I began to enter him, I knew he would be tight. I could already feel it. When he was fully in, he began to move up and down. My hands were on his thighs as he did. He was really tight and it made me wonder if he somehow knew to keep it that way or that he hadn't been fucked by a bigger cock. Made me wonder if Alkibiade's cock wasn't so big as I thought. Considering I have never seen it hard and I've only ever seen his bulge.

As we continued, the car slowly began to rock.

But then suddenly, he came to a complete stop when the two of us heard a noise. The sound of a trunk slamming down could be heard and then a person entered the car next to us. Unfortunately, they took their sweet time leaving but as soon as they did Patrick continued.

My hands had been on butt cheeks when he moved up and down. I felt my cock rub against his prostate, which made him moan. He then leaned in and began to kiss me as we fucked. His tight hole was almost like a pleasure noose around my cock, if that even made sense. I couldn't imagine someone being so tight and I knew in a matter of minutes I would cum, maybe seconds.

We had stopped kissing and began to moan together. He had been moving faster and faster and I knew I would cum soon, so I said. "I'm going to cum."

He whispered, "Not on my leather seats." He continued going at the current speed for a bit longer before climbing off. He then lied down next to me and took my cock into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down quickly while his right hand stroked my dick like he was losing a butter churning contest. His left hand was on my balls, playing with them.

My body jolted as I felt my balls contract and began to let out my seed. Through my peehole I shot my load straight into his throat. As I came, I grunted and said "Fuck," about four times. His right hand slowed down and stroked my cock lightly. When I had finished, he gave my head a light squeeze to get out any remaining cum. He looked up at me with a smile on his face and swallowed my load.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, that was so hot. God, that might have been the best blowjob I have ever received. God, how are you so tight?"

He sat up and kissed me on the lips to shut me up. Some of my cum was still on his lips and now on mine. I licked with my tongue and we kissed a bit more before he said, "Alright, let's go shopping."

"Wait, I don't get to suck your dick?"

He was pulling up his shorts when he said, "Sorry, like I said, not a fan of my dick getting sucked."

He climbed into the front seat and opened the car door. I sighed and pulled up my sweats and left the car as well.

The shopping itself went well. We talked a bit and he told me about the foods he liked and some of the ones he didn't. The entire time I wanted to ask him questions but I knew it wasn't the time for it. I'd probably been annoying him already with the number of questions I've already asked.

When we finished shopping we headed home and brought the groceries in. In the kitchen, was Conrad sitting at the table in front of a laptop. He greeted the two of us and then went back to his laptop. I helped Patrick put the groceries away and then he told me he had to leave. That he would be back later to give me a ride back home.

With him gone, I sat down at the table with Conrad. He looked very boyish, had short blonde hair and had a babyface. He honestly looked like a minor, especially with his thin body frame, but I was told by Patrick that he was over 18. He also told me that Conrad had only been living here for a year now.

Conrad seemed more interested in what he was doing on his laptop than me as he didn't even acknowledge I was there. I was about to say something to him when he said, "Here, your clothes are done," he reached over to the empty chair and handed me my clothes. Still warm from the dryer.

"Thanks, so Conrad." He looked up at me, "what are you in school for?"

He gave me a long stare before answering. It felt like I was intruding on him and I felt suddenly bad about it. "Look, I'm sorry..."

"Screenwriting. And yourself?"

"Not sure yet, I just graduated from High School like a month ago."

"I see. That's common. That's what community college is for. To find yourself." he said, making quotation marks with his fingers.

I laughed and then he did as well.

"Hey, sorry, it's just I'm reading this script."

"It's okay, can I see it?"

He turned the laptop towards him to hide it. "No, sorry, I don't like to show unfinished work."

"Okay, Do you have any finished scripts?"

"I do, in my room. Do you want to see?"

I nodded.

He stood up and closed his laptop and left the kitchen. I quickly grabbed my clothes and followed him. We climbed the stairs and went to the first room on the right. When I entered, he closed the door and I began to look around his room. He had a lot of movies on VHS, DVD and Blu Ray. Movie posters hung in frames on his walls and above his bed hung a big poster of the movie, Spartacus.

"Ah, I see you admiring my Spartacus poster. It's one of my favorite movies. As well as a favorite of Alkibiades."

"Shocking," I said sarcastically.

He simply laughed and said, "Yeah, I know, he loves history. He can go on for hours and hours talking about the Roman Empire. Don't get him started on the Greeks, you'll be there for an eternity."

We laughed.

I was starting to like him, he wasn't so uptight as Patrick. He was pretty chill and that was probably due to our similar ages.

I looked past Conrad and saw a mannequin residing next to his bedside table. It had a Spartan costume on it.

"So, is this what you wear when you guys role play?"

"He's got jokes!" Conrad said, "No, I use this for cosplay and occasionally role-play." He winked. "Also for costume parties, which reminds me. Did Alkibiades invite you to Saturday's little get together?"

"Yeah, he told me to wear a costume."

"Maybe I could help with that. I have a few in here."

Conrad opened the closet. It was almost a walk-in closet, but not fully. To the right were t-shirts and to the left were costumes. Lots of costumes. He began searching through them and found one and pulled it out to show me. It was the classic Robin costume from the old Batman show. I shook my head.

"Yeah, alright. Actually, it's a good thing you said no. I'm selling this to a friend of mine."

I sat down on his bed as he searched for another one. In a few seconds, he pulled out a Spider-Man costume. It looked like the costume from the Toby McGuire movie.

"That one looks nice and I'll consider it, after seeing some more."

"Gotcha," he said and tossed it onto the bed then went back to looking through the rack.

While he looked, I couldn't resist looking at his

ass in his tight short shorts. They hung

halfway down his thighs. I really wanted to reach over and grab his bubble butt but resisted. I could already feel the blood heading down south. So I crossed my legs to let my soon to be boner not be shown in the sweats.

He pulled out a third costume, which was the classic look for Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat.

"Yo," I said almost standing up then realizing I was semi-hard and sat back down, "That one!"

He tossed over to me and said, "Here, try it on."

I grabbed it and slowly stood up using the costume to hide my growing erection. I then began to head for the bathroom when he said, "Hey, why not change in here? We've seen each other's dicks before so it wouldn't be an issue."

I gulped and turned around, "Yeah, it's just that I kinda got a little hard."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, so does everyone else in this house," He walked closer to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay man, be yourself. Unless you're secretly a psychopath or racist."

I shook my head.

"Good, now change before me!" he demanded.

I laughed and began to take off my clothes. Then I began to put on the costume and for some reason, my erection began to fade.

The costume was very snug and it was something I would have to get used to. But other than that I looked at myself in the mirror and it looked awesome. Conrad stood behind me and said, "It looks good!" he then slapped my ass, "These cheeks look good too!"

And there came back my boner. I needed to keep my libido in check. But it was very hard when Conrad already had his hands wrapped around me. I felt his erection pressing against my ass. He kissed my neck and said, "Suck my dick."

I smiled and did as commanded.

I dropped down on my knees and he rubbed his bulge across my face. The wonderful rose scent from his crotch filling my nostrils like a drug. My erection grew immediately back in the tights.

He grabbed my jaw and made me look up at him, "You want my cock?"

I begged.

"Good, take it all!" he pulled down his shorts and let them drop to the floor. He rubbed my face across his red bikini-style briefs that could barely contain his cock. By doing that, he made his cock poke out from the fly of the briefs. I quickly began to lick the head of his cock which caused him to let go of my head. I pulled out the rest of his cock and gave it a quick stroke, pulling the foreskin over the head then back down. With the tip of my tongue, I licked the head and then took it in. I moved my head back and forth with my lips tightly around the shaft. My tongue slid underneath. He made me look up as I swallowed his cock whole and held it deep in the tight tunnel that was my throat. I soon let go and he grabbed my head and began to thrust back and forth. My hands were on his thighs as he gave the most elegant thrusts.

After some rapid thrusts, he shoved his cock as far as he could, almost stumbling as he did. I did my best not to fall over and breathed through my nose. I could feel my eyes water as he continued to hold his cock in my throat. He let out a loud "Fuck!" then pulled out his cock. Then slapped me on the cheek with it, leaving a combination of saliva and precum on my cheek. I turned my head and his cock was now slapping my tongue. Then he drove in his cock once again and began to thrust. Giving me three or four big thrusts before shoving his cock back into my throat. Again, my eyes began to water and I did my best to breathe through my nose, then the "Fuck!" came and he pulled out. This time, however, he pulled out entirely. "Go lay down on the bed."

I nodded and did as he asked. My erection was pressed against the tights and was leaking precum. I lied down and rested my head on the pillow. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next but I knew I would like it. He removed his shorts entirely and came over to the bed. His cock was back in his briefs. He knelt between my legs and pulled down the tights just about halfway down my thighs and licked my cock. He then sniffed my cock along the shaft as if it were a cigar. When he reached the tip, he took it into his warm moist mouth. Immediately my cock was deep in his throat. My eyes had rolled back into my head as he held it in for almost a minute. He then let go and bobbed his head up and down. I began to let out a series of soft moans as he pleased my cock. I wasn't sure who was better at sucking cock, Patrick or him. The two of them were masters at it. It made me wonder if Alkibiades had trained them or something.

Once again I found myself getting close to cumming from a blowjob today but I wanted to hold it. I wanted it to not stop. I wanted to learn how to suck a cock like this. I wanted to please a man as they did. I wanted to... then he stopped. He moved up and his knees were right under my armpits and his crotch was once again in my face. He pulled down the fly of his briefs and grabbed his cock with his hand. I opened up and he shoved it in. Like last time, he thrust back and forth with my hands on his ass cheeks this time. Then he would thrust faster and faster before stopping for a deep throat.

Conrad repeated this about three more times. Each time saying, "You want my cum?"

I would say "Yes" but it was muffled because of his cock.

The fifth time he did it, he said once again, "You want my cum?"

I said "Yes," but once again muffled.

"Well," he said, driving his cock deep into my throat then letting it out, "You'll get it after I get yours."

He sat down between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. Once again, an explosion of pleasure struck me. He was so good at it. I was jealous of it. He continued moving up and down my shaft at a fast pace. I knew I was going to cum very soon. My legs kept jolting as he hit the good spot. My eyes tilted back and I knew I was close. Moans started to escape my mouth as I got close. Then it happened, my body stiffened and I felt my cum flow through my shaft and into his mouth. But he didn't stop sucking, he continued to bob his head up and down draining me of every drop of cum he could. He removed the cock from his mouth and swallowed my load. He then gave my cock some licks and a few sucks before finishing.

I smiled at him and said, "Your turn."

He climbed over my chest again with his knees under my armpits, "You want my cum?" he said holding his cock in my face.

I nodded and opened my mouth. He shoved it in and held my head. Before he began to thrust he said, "Hold on to my ass, you're good at it."

My hands reached around and grabbed his underwear covered ass and he began to thrust. He repeated the same patterns as last time, fast-paced thrusts then stopping with his cock in my throat. After the third time of doing that, he began to thrust faster. He wanted me to have his seed. The bed had begun to shake due to his fast pace thrusting.

Then he came, I felt his cum flood into my mouth like if a damn had just broken. He filled me with what felt like his entire load. As if his balls had to hit the emergency rations. He gave me one final thrust before letting me clean his cock with my mouth. I rested my head on his pillow and swallowed. His cock hovered over me and he then sat down on my chest.

He looked down at the tights and said, "Looks like I have to wash those before you wear them on Saturday."

"Yeah, definitely," I sat up and began to pull off the tights, "So Conrad, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot?" he was now standing up.

"Are you top or bottom?"

"Depends on the day."

I handed him the tights and then pulled off the top and handed it to him as well. "That's good, maybe one day you can fuck me?"

"I'd be down for that."