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Jason and Me

A Gay Coming-of-Age Love Story


Maxwell Carlsen


Published by Maxwell Carlsen at Smashwords


Copyright 2018 Maxwell Carlsen

Cover Photograph Credit: michaeljung/Bigstock.com


Table of Contents


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

About the Book


Chapter 1


Saturday, July 1983


Cute. Really cute. Jason was lighter than air; he felt his heart flutter and tingle with love. He had never felt this way about anyone before. At twelve years old, Max was a year younger than Jason, and totally adorable.

Max had just moved into the neighborhood, down the block. They first met in a cul-de-sac on their bicycles a few days ago. It was love at first sight, for Jason. Jason and Max confabbed behind a shed in the shade of a tall eucalyptus tree. Light reflected off the pool water. It was summer in Arizona, and in a month, school would be back in session.

"Fight, and fight well, my boy." Jason pointed his plastic sword at Max’s chest. Sweat cooled him as it dripped from his sandy-blond hair. He couldn’t get over how cute Max was. His shorts tented a little. He really wanted to lose his virginity to him.

"I don’t like to fight," Max replied, meeting Jason's sword with his own. Max’s sword bent downward a little beneath Jason's unrelenting pressure.

"Then you will be my slave," Jason declared feeling a tingle inside, pressing his sword into Max’s chest, "since you will not stand up for yourself and fight me." He smirked in triumph, while secretly imagining himself running his hands all through Max’s brown hair.

"I don’t like to fight in real life," Max replied, lowering his sword.

"Kneel, my slave," Jason demanded, lowering the sword so it was pressing into Max’s belly. Then he really started having fun with his role. "Get on all fours. Be my sex slave."

Max smirked. "You wish," he said, holding his sword down at his side.

"No, really. We could be sex slaves for some Playboy bunnies, the two of us, right now."

"You bet," Jason agreed hoping to marry a beautiful woman someday.

"Roman men had sex with adolescent male slaves," Jason told him. He dropped his sword to his side and stuck his tongue out at Max for a second.

He suddenly changed the topic. "I could kick your ass, if I wanted to. I’m much stronger than you, because I exercise. I do pushups and sit ups every day." He glanced at Max’s arms which weren’t as muscular.

Max put his sword into a metal toy chest next to the shed, and then so did Jason.

"Are you still a virgin?" Jason inquired, hoping he was.

"Yes. I’m gonna lose my virginity after I’m married," Max shared, feeling happy to be a virgin.

"You’re too religious. When we’re in high school, I’m going to lose my virginity to Jennifer, the girl across the street," Jason made up. He was scheming to lose it to Max, and soon, if Max was like him—gay or bi.

"Is she a babe?" Max asked, "Is she cute?"

"She is and she has a nice ass. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes."

"It’s not because I’m religious," Max replied. He really wanted Jennifer to lose her virginity after she was married. It bugged Max that she’d have premarital sex. "I want to wait because a romantic relationship means more to me and I want losing my virginity to be special."

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Jason asked.

"No."

"You will. In junior high," Jason promised, gazing at Max’s sensuous lips. He would love to French kiss him. "Turn your head to the side," he ordered wanting to check out Max's cute nose and upper lip.

Max turned his head for a few seconds. "What is it?" His handsome brown irises glimmered in the sunlight.

"Nothing," Jason said.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Max asked. "I mean, a girl, of course."

Hmm. Jason wondered if Max was bisexual. "Yes. In the fourth grade, before my family moved here from California. We kissed behind the sofa," Jason boasted. "Her name was Kylie, and she was as pretty as Jennifer."

"What if you sat on a rattlesnake?" Max laughed, "At my old house there was a rattlesnake behind the sofa. We had to chase it out."

"Oh, my God." Jason quizzed, "How would that feel?"

"It would slither up your butt," Max said.

"Weird," Jason commented. "Really weird, dude."

"My Dad chased the snake out holding a sofa cushion in between him and the snake."

"My old man doesn’t know what’s best for me." Jason explained, "He doesn’t want me to form my own rock band. I would be the lead singer, but he won’t buy the mic and other equipment. If my family worked together, I’d become a famous singer. You’d play an instrument, like the drums."


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