Exploring Jasper Chapter 1
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It was more than a week later, on Saturday morning, when Jasper called again. “Michael”, he asked, “can I come over again today?”
“Of course, Jasper!”, I answered enthusiastically. “What time do you think you will be here?”
“I’m kind-of on my way already”, Jasper said.
“Okay, then I guess I will see you soon.”
I heard him say “Uh-huh”, and then the connection ended.
About ten minutes later, a soft knock on the door announced his arrival. “Good morning Jasper!”, I greeted him, and felt a surge of affection for the boy as he smiled back timidly.
“Have you had breakfast yet?”, I asked.
He sort-of nodded, then looked past my shoulder at the stairs, before saying: “Can we go upstairs first?”
“Of course”, I said, and motioned for him to go ahead. I watched as the boy’s slender figure gracefully bounced up the stairs, and he had already removed his long-sleeved shirt by the time I entered the bedroom.
Like the time before, I undressed myself, and laid down on the bed.
Jasper stood by the chair, naked, except for a small pair of briefs, and as he began to slide them down, I noticed his erection.
“Jasper”, I said, opening my nightstand, “just want to show you where I keep these”, pointing at a box of condoms. He gave me a disarming smile, and reached over for one of the Trojans.
Meanwhile, I applied some lubricant on myself, and rolled onto my stomach. Not long after, I shivered with pleasure as I felt the boy enter me.
I could tell by the slow, thoughtful thrusts that Jasper was savoring this moment, and I let my thoughts drift to the time I had first witnessed my erection disappear into another man.
Soon, he began to increase the tempo, and then, with a soft sigh, the boy ejaculated, and lowered his warm body onto my back.
A while later, I was cleaning Jasper with a washcloth and warm water, standing before the tall bathroom mirror, and was taken as before by the feminine beauty of his face, the flawless smooth skin, and his slender, graceful arms.
I don’t know what came over me, but the next moment I heard myself say: “Hang on for one second, Jasper”, and I headed for my daughter’s bedroom.
She had started college three years ago, and I was now looking at a small collection of clothes that were left behind, mostly because she had outgrown them.
I picked out a simple yellow dress, and returned to the bathroom. The moment I stepped in, still nude, holding it out awkwardly, I realized how inappropriate my impulse had been. Even in the best scenario, if I had read him correctly, it was absolutely no business of mine, and nothing to be interfered with.
Jasper however, took the dress from my outstretched hand, and ran his fingers over the soft cotton. Then, holding it from the straps, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, slowly casting his glance from one area to the next.
I opened my mouth, desperate to say something to express regret for my ill-advised inclination. Instead, I just stared, watching Jasper undo the zipper and pull the dress over his head. The fabric fell to his knees, and he seemed lost in thought as he tightened the material around his waist and rotated his hips. Finally, his hands moved up behind his neck, and he turned his back towards me.
I felt a slight tremor in my hands when I brought up the zipper, and Jasper spun around in a slow pirouette. Then, he halted abruptly and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I returned his embrace, and cradled the back of his head, letting it rest on my shoulder.
I don’t know how long we stood there, before Jasper raised his head, and once again looked at his reflection.
“How did you know?”, he asked.
I told him I had acted on impulse, and how badly I felt if this had forced him to reveal something about himself that he did not have to share.
I then put on my bathrobe, and asked if he would like to talk more over breakfast. While I made coffee, toast and scrambled eggs, Jasper sat at the table barefoot, looking more relaxed than I had seen him before.
I plated some ham and cheese, and set it on the table, along with butter and marmalade. Then, I brought two mugs of coffee, and finally the toast and scrambled eggs.
We were both hungry, and ate the first piece of toast in complete silence. Then, Jasper started to tell me how he had felt the desire to talk about this for quite a while now, and how frustrated he had felt when, a few of years ago, he had begun to research his options and realized that puberty had already passed by uninterrupted.
For the next couple of hours, I just sat and listened.
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I was in my study with Jasper a few weeks later, and we were talking about names and gender pronouns. She had been playing with the idea of dropping the ‘J’ in her name, and I was sounding it out for her: “Asper. Asper”.
“Asper, would you hand me that book?”
Seeing how she smiled as she heard me say it, I realized I could never again address her any other way. She was toying with a pen on my desk a while later, when suddenly she said: “Let’s write a story together”.
She had read most of the stuff I posted, and thought it would be funny to write a quick story about both of us, because it would offer a good opportunity to use gender pronouns.
A few moments later, I was reading aloud as I typed:
“I looked at Asper, as she stood before me in a flowing white dress, and marveled at her beauty. Her blonde hair was tied up in a simple knot, and she gave me a sultry smile.”
We both laughed, then she added:
“Then, she cupped her breasts and looked expectantly at the man.”
“Getting right to it, are we?”, I teased, and wrote:
“Suddenly, I was overcome with desire. I kissed her fiercely, and unzipped the top of her dress. The fabric fell down around her waist, and soon I was holding the soft mounds in my hands. I drank in the moment, before bringing my face closer, and gently kissing her nipples.”
“It’s starting to sound like a bad romance novel”, she laughed, and began typing again:
“Before she knew what was happening, the man had carried her to the bed. Now, he was standing behind her, kissing her neck, his strong hands on her midsection. Then, his fingers found the dress, and let it drop to the floor.”
Asper paused for a moment, then a smile crossed her face:
“She felt a surge of pleasure as the man continued to explore her body, but gasped when his hand touched her pubic area.”
Now, she pushed the keyboard back to me, and I forged ahead:
“My fingers continued their journey on the girl’s remarkable body, circling around her belly button, and finally colliding with a soft patch of pubic hair. There, they rested momentarily, before venturing down further.”
Asper was now looking at me expectantly, and I went on:
“As my fingers descended, I began to recognize the delicate shape of her genitalia, and was unable to curtail my desire any longer. I scooped her up in my arms once again, and placed her on the bed. There, I kissed her passionately on her sensual lips, then her chin, her neck, her breasts, and finally her belly, right below the button. Then, I slid down further, and took her in my mouth.”
With that, I pushed the keyboard back in Asper’s direction. She was still staring at the screen, her lips curled in a sly grin.
Suddenly, she pushed back her chair, and fixed me with a hazy stare. The next moment, she took my hand, and pulled me towards the door.
“Of course, Jasper!”, I answered enthusiastically. “What time do you think you will be here?”
“I’m kind-of on my way already”, Jasper said.
“Okay, then I guess I will see you soon.”
I heard him say “Uh-huh”, and then the connection ended.
About ten minutes later, a soft knock on the door announced his arrival. “Good morning Jasper!”, I greeted him, and felt a surge of affection for the boy as he smiled back timidly.
“Have you had breakfast yet?”, I asked.
He sort-of nodded, then looked past my shoulder at the stairs, before saying: “Can we go upstairs first?”
“Of course”, I said, and motioned for him to go ahead. I watched as the boy’s slender figure gracefully bounced up the stairs, and he had already removed his long-sleeved shirt by the time I entered the bedroom.
Like the time before, I undressed myself, and laid down on the bed.
Jasper stood by the chair, naked, except for a small pair of briefs, and as he began to slide them down, I noticed his erection.
“Jasper”, I said, opening my nightstand, “just want to show you where I keep these”, pointing at a box of condoms. He gave me a disarming smile, and reached over for one of the Trojans.
Meanwhile, I applied some lubricant on myself, and rolled onto my stomach. Not long after, I shivered with pleasure as I felt the boy enter me.
I could tell by the slow, thoughtful thrusts that Jasper was savoring this moment, and I let my thoughts drift to the time I had first witnessed my erection disappear into another man.
Soon, he began to increase the tempo, and then, with a soft sigh, the boy ejaculated, and lowered his warm body onto my back.
A while later, I was cleaning Jasper with a washcloth and warm water, standing before the tall bathroom mirror, and was taken as before by the feminine beauty of his face, the flawless smooth skin, and his slender, graceful arms.
I don’t know what came over me, but the next moment I heard myself say: “Hang on for one second, Jasper”, and I headed for my daughter’s bedroom.
She had started college three years ago, and I was now looking at a small collection of clothes that were left behind, mostly because she had outgrown them.
I picked out a simple yellow dress, and returned to the bathroom. The moment I stepped in, still nude, holding it out awkwardly, I realized how inappropriate my impulse had been. Even in the best scenario, if I had read him correctly, it was absolutely no business of mine, and nothing to be interfered with.
Jasper however, took the dress from my outstretched hand, and ran his fingers over the soft cotton. Then, holding it from the straps, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, slowly casting his glance from one area to the next.
I opened my mouth, desperate to say something to express regret for my ill-advised inclination. Instead, I just stared, watching Jasper undo the zipper and pull the dress over his head. The fabric fell to his knees, and he seemed lost in thought as he tightened the material around his waist and rotated his hips. Finally, his hands moved up behind his neck, and he turned his back towards me.
I felt a slight tremor in my hands when I brought up the zipper, and Jasper spun around in a slow pirouette. Then, he halted abruptly and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I returned his embrace, and cradled the back of his head, letting it rest on my shoulder.
I don’t know how long we stood there, before Jasper raised his head, and once again looked at his reflection.
“How did you know?”, he asked.
I told him I had acted on impulse, and how badly I felt if this had forced him to reveal something about himself that he did not have to share.
I then put on my bathrobe, and asked if he would like to talk more over breakfast. While I made coffee, toast and scrambled eggs, Jasper sat at the table barefoot, looking more relaxed than I had seen him before.
I plated some ham and cheese, and set it on the table, along with butter and marmalade. Then, I brought two mugs of coffee, and finally the toast and scrambled eggs.
We were both hungry, and ate the first piece of toast in complete silence. Then, Jasper started to tell me how he had felt the desire to talk about this for quite a while now, and how frustrated he had felt when, a few of years ago, he had begun to research his options and realized that puberty had already passed by uninterrupted.
For the next couple of hours, I just sat and listened.
-----
I was in my study with Jasper a few weeks later, and we were talking about names and gender pronouns. She had been playing with the idea of dropping the ‘J’ in her name, and I was sounding it out for her: “Asper. Asper”.
“Asper, would you hand me that book?”
Seeing how she smiled as she heard me say it, I realized I could never again address her any other way. She was toying with a pen on my desk a while later, when suddenly she said: “Let’s write a story together”.
She had read most of the stuff I posted, and thought it would be funny to write a quick story about both of us, because it would offer a good opportunity to use gender pronouns.
A few moments later, I was reading aloud as I typed:
“I looked at Asper, as she stood before me in a flowing white dress, and marveled at her beauty. Her blonde hair was tied up in a simple knot, and she gave me a sultry smile.”
We both laughed, then she added:
“Then, she cupped her breasts and looked expectantly at the man.”
“Getting right to it, are we?”, I teased, and wrote:
“Suddenly, I was overcome with desire. I kissed her fiercely, and unzipped the top of her dress. The fabric fell down around her waist, and soon I was holding the soft mounds in my hands. I drank in the moment, before bringing my face closer, and gently kissing her nipples.”
“It’s starting to sound like a bad romance novel”, she laughed, and began typing again:
“Before she knew what was happening, the man had carried her to the bed. Now, he was standing behind her, kissing her neck, his strong hands on her midsection. Then, his fingers found the dress, and let it drop to the floor.”
Asper paused for a moment, then a smile crossed her face:
“She felt a surge of pleasure as the man continued to explore her body, but gasped when his hand touched her pubic area.”
Now, she pushed the keyboard back to me, and I forged ahead:
“My fingers continued their journey on the girl’s remarkable body, circling around her belly button, and finally colliding with a soft patch of pubic hair. There, they rested momentarily, before venturing down further.”
Asper was now looking at me expectantly, and I went on:
“As my fingers descended, I began to recognize the delicate shape of her genitalia, and was unable to curtail my desire any longer. I scooped her up in my arms once again, and placed her on the bed. There, I kissed her passionately on her sensual lips, then her chin, her neck, her breasts, and finally her belly, right below the button. Then, I slid down further, and took her in my mouth.”
With that, I pushed the keyboard back in Asper’s direction. She was still staring at the screen, her lips curled in a sly grin.
Suddenly, she pushed back her chair, and fixed me with a hazy stare. The next moment, she took my hand, and pulled me towards the door.
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