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Dear Jason – Chapter 5

Dear Jason – Chapter 5

When I opened the gate to the neighbor’s garden the following day, there were already about twenty people present. They all seemed to have a good time and were talking to each other in small groups.

“Jason!” I heard a boyish voice shout, and moments later, James was standing in front of me in his swimming trunks.

“Hey, James!” I said excitedly, let my eyes glide over his underdeveloped chest, and held up my fist for him to bump.

His sister Julia was right behind him, and her bikini top was barely filled with her budding breasts but seemed inviting, nevertheless. And after she bumped fists with me and turned around to run back toward the pool, I noticed once more that she had the same fine ass as her brother.

“Wanna join us in the pool?” James asked enthusiastically.

This kid clearly didn’t mind being watched by me from across the street. He didn’t mention it and wanted to be close to me. So he probably wouldn’t tell his parents, as it wasn’t an issue to him. This put me remarkably at ease, and I figured I might as well join him and his sister in the pool.

“Let’s get Jason something to drink first, right Jason?” Bill said, smiling knowingly at me.

“Oh, I don’t mind too much. But yeah… a beer sounds nice,” I said, smiling at him.

“Here,” Bill said, handing me a cold one.

“Thanks!” I said, holding up the bottle. Then, I looked at James and said, “I’ll join you two later, okay?”

I looked around and noticed I was one of the few guests who actually wore swim clothes. But my trunks looked like regular shorts, so I didn’t mind much. I quickly found a few people that started talking to me, and before I knew it, the barbecue was fired up, and the sun was beginning to set.

I had a genuinely good time and occasionally glanced at the twins playing around in the above-ground pool. Every now and then, some adults joined them but left the pool after a few minutes of roughhousing with the kids.

So when I had a quiet moment, and nobody was around, I figured, what the heck? So I pulled up my shirt, ran toward the pool, and cannonballed right next to James into the pool. After I surfaced, James and Julia laughed loudly, and some of the guests looked at me, but I could see a big grin across Bill’s face, so I was good.

Before I knew it, James was on my back, trying to dunk me. Julia was tugging at my shoulders, but neither could get my six-foot-three frame into motion. I felt James’s jewels pressed against my back, and during the roughhousing, I accidentally touched Julia’s boobs at least two times. I loved it!

But eventually, they gave up. Julia was called out by her mother to help her with preparing some of the salads. James and I chilled against the wall.

“You’ve got a nice office over there, don’t you?” James asked.

“Yeah. Since my ex-wife left, I wanted to create the best home office one can think of in there,” I smiled.

“Looks good from my room. Can I check it out sometime?”

“Of course you can! Your room also looks nice,” I chuckled.

“Yeah. It’s not finished yet. I still need to fix my computer. It’s broken since we moved here,” he said a little glumly.

“I can take a look at it if you want!” I said, feeling sorry for the kid and not wanting to miss out on an opportunity to talk to him alone.

“Would you?” James asked with a lot of excitement.

“Of course, kiddo! I work in IT, and I’ve got a few spare parts lying around. So yeah. I think we’ll be able to fix it,” I smiled, glad he was excited to come over.

We threw the ball around some more, and he just couldn’t be stopped in his attempts to try and dunk me. After I let my hands roam all over his body, making sure to grab both his ass and junk a few times in the process, I let him have one and faked that I couldn’t stay on my feet anymore.

After I came up, faking gasping for air, I saw him standing there with his arms in the air and shouting, “YEAH! I did it!”

He was a lovely kid to be around. And a kid with an exceptionally fine ass. But that didn’t matter at the moment. So I got out of the pool, grabbed a burger and some salad, and sat at the table with Julia and her Mom, Ellis, complimenting them on how good everything tasted. Ellis and I talked about a lot of things, and eventually, my divorce came up. I spoke openly about it, and she seemed to feel genuinely sorry for what happened.

I felt I had a beer or two too many, so I figured I needed to head home. But when I looked around, I was the only guest left. Bill was starting to put away some chairs and tables, and I offered to help him, which he eagerly accepted.

Almost an hour later, all the mess from the party was cleaned up enough, and the chairs could be returned to the rental place. I tried to leave at that moment, but Bill insisted on me drinking one last beer with him. I couldn’t come up with an excuse, and honestly didn’t really want to. I liked the guy and his wife. So when our bottles touched, and we both said “Cheers” simultaneously, I felt good. Especially when James joined us in just his swimming trunks. I found it increasingly difficult to keep my eyes away, but I had enough soberness inside left to not be too obvious about it.

“Jason offered to help me with my computer!” James said excitedly.

“Really?” Bill said, a bit surprised.

“Yeah! Cool, right?” James beamed.

“I… I work in IT, and I’ve got many spare parts lying around. So no big deal,” I said, feeling the need to play it down a little.

“That’s really nice of you, Jason! Just tell us if you need us to pay for anything. That thing has been broken since we got here, and no one wanted to burn their fingers trying to repair it.”

“Don’t worry about that! I know how it is for a ten-year-old to miss out on his computer,” I smiled and winked at Bill.

“Hey! I’m twelve and a half already!” James said, acting offended, but after looking at my face, he realized I was kidding him.

Bill laughed at my mocking and said, “If you really don’t mind, it would help him and us a lot!”

“Sure! No problem at all! You know what? Come over tomorrow with it, and we’ll look at it together, okay?”

“Really?” James asked, looking at his father for approval.

“Knock yourself out! Just make sure to behave yourself.”

“Thanks, Dad!” James said and looked excitedly at me.

Bill and I drank another beer before we said our goodbyes. I went home and felt a little drunk but mainly excited to have James over tomorrow. I lost my trunks and let myself fall down on my bed the moment I entered my bedroom. I was completely spent!


After I woke up, I felt a little hungover. So I got up and went to the bathroom. As the comforting water from the shower livened up my body, I tried to figure out what would be a good place to hang out while being invisible.

A locker room? Maybe… lots of naked boys, but each of them will do everything they can to hide themselves from the other boys. But it’s during a short period, and because it’s crowded, nobody will notice I’m in there with them.

A doctor’s office? No. The chance I’d have to be looking at old naked ladies is way more significant than the occasional boy or girl.

The skate park? I did hear those two boys talk about sucking each other off. These two were too old for my liking, but there were lots of younger boys there too. Maybe follow one or two of them home? I’d need a bit of luck, but it’d probably be worth the time.

What about a boy’s bedroom? I’d definitely see some skin, and maybe even more. But I could get trapped and be in there all night. And what if I fall asleep and fail to press the patches together? I’d be naked inside a boy’s room. Kind of hard to explain in front of a judge.

I was still undecided as I turned off the water to start drying myself. The moment I grabbed my towel to start, I heard the doorbell ring. So I wrapped the towel around my waist and quickly went downstairs. Through the glass panels at the side of the door, I could see James standing there with the computer case in his arms. So I opened the door to let him in.

James came inside and looked expectantly at me. He must’ve seen my questioning look because he said, “Is today a bad day to fix my computer?”

Right! I didn’t think about us talking about doing this today anymore, but I just smiled and said, “No. Today’s fine! I just got out of the shower and didn’t expect to see you this early. That’s all.”

I gestured for him to go upstairs. As he walked in front of me, I couldn’t keep my eyes from his fine ass. He was wearing running shorts, which was a bit odd, but I didn’t mind it one bit. They were short and hugged the curves of his ass just right. It also helped that his shirt was on the short side. Just barely long enough to reach the top of his shorts. I was sure the shirt fitted him fine last year, but seeing it now, made it apparent that he was starting to grow.

“To the left,” I said as he reached the top of the stairs.

“This is great!” James said as he looked around my office.

“Thanks! I haven’t finished installing everything because I just moved in here.”

“I can help!” he immediately said, perking up.

“Okay. Thanks for the offer! But let’s finish your PC first, shall we?” I smiled.

“Yeah. You’re right,” he said, and his eyes moved down to my waist.

I looked at what he was looking at, and I realized the top of my pubes was visible because the towel slid down as we walked upstairs. He didn’t seem offended by it or anything like that.

“I’ll grab some clothes,” I said and left the room.

As I walked toward my bedroom, I heard James following me. He started talking about the specs of the latest GPU Nvidia had just released. He compared them with the AMD specs, and I was impressed by the knowledge he showed about the subject.

As I reached my closet and grabbed a pair of boxers, I looked at him, and he just kept talking like nothing was out of the ordinary here. I couldn’t just drop my towel in front of a boy I hardly knew?

But he just kept on rambling about it, and when I lifted my boxers to prove a point, he just nodded. What the hell? I turned my back toward him, took a deep breath, and loosened my towel, making sure he got the idea of what I was about to do. But the teraflops the new GPUs could produce was apparently way more interesting than me, who was about to show his ass.

I decided to just do it. The kid didn’t seem to mind, and I knew my ass was okay. Not nearly as fine as the boy’s ass I was showing mine to, but still. When my towel hit the floor, James just kept on talking. I didn’t linger, quickly slid my boxers up my legs, and adjusted my junk, so it was comfortable.

As I turned around and grabbed my shirt, James’s eyes went to the bulge inside my boxers, but he still kept on talking. After I put on my shirt and pulled up my sweatpants, I smiled and said, “You sure know your stuff about computers!”

“Thanks! I wanna design new GPUs when I grow up. With quantum technology! It could be revolutionary what we can do!”

“Right. Let’s get you set up in the office to see what’s wrong, okay?”

We headed back into my office and started working on James’s computer. The thing wouldn’t boot, and after I started putting in a spare PSU, it became clear why. Several cables had come loose. So we ditched the original PSU and focused on that.

As we were waiting for the OS to boot, I asked James, “What’s with the running shorts? You run track or something?”

He started laughing and said, “No, silly! I can’t run that fast. I’m more into baseball. We actually won the first prize back in San Fransisco once!”

“Impressive! You’re a real champion, then?” I smiled.

“Yeah… well… I play third base, so…” he said, blushing. And after a few moments, he pulled at the fabric of his shorts and continued, “these just feel nice. Mom always says that I’d run around naked if I’m allowed to.”

He chuckled, saying that last bit. But when he saw my slightly raised eyebrow, he said, “Mom and Dad used to take us to nudist resorts. But when Julia and I turned ten, Mom said we were getting too old for it, and she didn’t want to force us. I liked it there, and so did Julia. But no matter what we said, her mind was made up.”

“Oh,” I said, a little taken aback by this confession, “so you stopped doing it entirely? Even at home?”

“Yeah. At first, Dad said we could still do it at home. But Mom had other ideas.”

“I see,” I replied, realizing his upbringing was probably the reason why he didn’t leave the room to let me change.

“But,” he said softly and in a conspirative tone, “I don’t usually wear underwear under these shorts. That way, it almost feels the same. That’s the main reason I like wearing those.”

He didn’t blush or seem to be even slightly embarrassed by this confession. He trusted me, and to him, it was normal. So I decided not to press on it. Yet. But in my head, a lot of things were going on. I even felt my dick grow to the thought of only a thin piece of cloth separating his dick from my view.

By now, his computer had booted completely, and I felt a bit sorry for the kid about how slow it was. It was an old version of Windows, and probably the main reason for it being so slow was the old hard drive it was running on.

It was getting warm in my office, and I could see some sweat forming on James’s forehead. I was feeling quite hot myself but didn’t want to turn on the A/C for obvious reasons. So I looked at him and asked, “Do you mind if I take off my shirt? The A/C is broken, and it’s getting hot in here.”

“Not if you don’t mind me taking it off too!” he chuckled, and before I could react, his shirt dropped to the floor.

This was even better! Shirtless and in thin running shorts. He was clearly feeling comfortable around me, and even better, he trusted me.

“You know what? I’ve got a spare SSD lying around for which I haven’t found a good purpose yet. But I think I just did.”

“Really?” James perked up and immediately threw himself at me for a tight hug. “Thank you!”

I loved the feeling of his bare chest against mine. But I needed to act like it wasn’t a big thing to me, so I laughed, “Haha! Don’t mention it. I’m close to the source, which means I’ve got lots of advantages in that area. I’d hate to leave you with a slow PC. What do you use it for the most?”

“Video editing. And a few games. And… you know… browsing online.”

As he said that last part, he started blushing, and I knew enough. I looked him in his eyes, trying to ignore his naked and boyish chest, and smiled.

“I see. Browsing online…” I said knowingly, winked, and then smiled at him.

“Yeah… Uhm…” he stammered, and I could see his embarrassment from being busted.

“Tell you what. I’ll install a new SSD, install the latest Windows version and make sure to upgrade it with some other components I’ve got lying around.”

“Really? Would you do that?” he asked, clearly over the moon.

I had many spare parts lying around that I collected at the customer’s sites when I was there. Some of these parts were just ordered as extra parts, just in case, and it turned out we didn’t need them. Where others were replaced by new parts but were still relatively new. No one minded that I took these with me. After all, they were all paid for and would otherwise be thrown away.

“Sure! I need to help out my neighbor, right?”

“Then I’ll mow your lawns! That’s the least I can do!”

I laughed at his eagerness and extended my hand for him to shake. “Deal!” I said as we shook hands.

I didn’t need anything in return. Doing this great kid a favor was enough for me. But then again, he’d be around more often this way. And that sure wasn’t a bad thing.

We spent almost the entire day picking out the right parts and installing them. We ate lunch together, and by the time he needed to go home for dinner, the first part of the new Windows setup was running.

During this day, I learned that James talked a lot. It was already evident when I needed to change that this kid didn’t have a mute button and was very bad at reading non-verbal messages. And he really talked about literally everything.

He hadn’t made any friends yet, because his school hadn’t started yet since they moved here. So I was the only person, besides his family, that he could talk to. And he needed to talk. That much was clear. I was flattered that he trusted me with some of the stuff, for instance, that he’d been bullied in his last school.

But he also gave me a complete verbal walk-through of their house and tried to explain the complex storyline of some obscure anime show. But I really didn’t mind. He was funny, VERY easy on the eyes, and I liked the company.

Across the street, we could see his Mom waving at us. About half an hour ago, I put on my shirt. As I stood up to wave back, I was glad I did. A grown man hanging out shirtless with a young, equally shirtless boy could look suspicious. Today I learned that his parents didn’t think like that at all, but still. It wouldn’t hurt that I was wearing my shirt now.

“I gotta go,” James said as he stood up and grabbed his shirt.

I took another good look at his tight ass as he was bent over and said, “I’ll finish the Windows setup.”

“I…uhm…” he stammered, “can I come back tomorrow so we can finish installing the rest together?”

“Of course! Tomorrow’s a Sunday, so maybe a little later than today, okay?” I said while I ruffled his blonde hair.

We walked downstairs, where I opened the door, and we walked over to his Mom.

“Bye, Jason!” James said as he ran toward the house.

Ellis looked worriedly at me and asked, “Did he behave?”

“Absolutely! We worked on his computer all day, and he was a great help!” I answered as sincerely as possible but decided to leave out the level of eye candy he provided me.

“Thank God. He can be a bit of a… whirlwind sometimes.”

“He talks a lot,” I chuckled, “but he’s funny, helpful, and kind. And since Karen left me, I didn’t have much company over, so that was also nice for a change.”

“Yeah… he talks a lot,” Ellis giggled. “He didn’t have a great time at his last school, so we’re hoping things will be better over here. At least he’s made a new friend already.”

“Yeah. He told me. Well, he’s always welcome at my place. And I mean it! The door is always open if he needs to blow off some steam or anything.”

“Thank you, Jason. Good to know!”

“He’ll come over again tomorrow to finish work on his computer. So I’ll make sure to tell him this.”

“You sure you don’t mind?” Ellis asked, still a bit unsure.

“Cross my heart! I always wanted kids of my own, but Karen… Well, I’ll be his cool uncle then. And, of course, Julia can come too if she wants to.”

Ellis noticed my sad look when I brought up kids of my own and grabbed me gently by my shoulder. “That’s great. I’ll ask her, but I think James will protest about that,” she chuckled, “Thanks for helping James out. He couldn’t stop talking about you this morning. You’re a great guy, Jason! And someday, maybe you’ll find someone, and… you’ll… you know…”

“Thanks. Appreciate it.”

“Tell you what. After you finish tomorrow, you come over and have dinner with us. That’s the least we can do to repay you!”

“There’s absolutely no need to repay me! But I can’t say no to such a nice offer,” I said politely.

We wished each other a good night and went home. I heated some leftover Chinese and went into the office.

I finished the Windows setup and opened up my spy software folder on my own computer. I collected the good stuff over the years, and I installed a few. Of course, there was almost no way James could find those, but it gave me complete control over his computer. One of these could even turn on the webcam without turning on the accompanying light.

This wasn’t very ethical of me, but if I played my cards right, I might just see some action from this hot boy. And it could also give me some insights into how a real boy’s brain works on specific subjects. This could make my writing more believable, something I have always tried to work on.

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
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ut cognoscat proximo pueri


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Dear Jason – Chapter 4

Dear Jason – Chapter 4

When I opened my eyes, I felt strangely refreshed. I quickly glanced at my alarm clock and learned it was a little past six in the morning. Still early, but I had a long, dreamless sleep behind me, and I felt that I could face the day.

It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts, but they quickly shot back to last night. I looked at my nightstand, and there were the two empty syringes. So it wasn’t a dream. My fingers lightly caressed the skin of my arm, but it didn’t feel different. And I felt the light breeze from the ceiling fan over my skin, which felt comfortable. So no change there either.

I carefully got up, expecting to feel a headache, sore muscles, or something like that, but I actually felt fit and… younger? It was as if I had gone back in time. I haven’t felt this energized waking up since, let’s say, a decade ago.

But the big question on my mind was, obviously, did it work? So I got to my office, ensured the curtains were closed completely and grabbed a pair of patches. There wasn’t any indication of which patch needed to go on which finger, so I pressed the first one on my index finger.

But before I applied the second one to my thumb, I realized I needed a mirror. And JD warned me that I would feel disoriented, so having a toilet nearby wouldn’t be too bad either. I was so anxious to try it that I practically ran to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the mirror, my hands trembling from anticipation. But I managed to apply the patch. I took a deep breath, looked at myself, and pressed the two patches firmly together.

Nothing happened.

“Fuck! I knew it,” I cursed under my breath.

So I pressed them together again, with a little less force this time, and… nothing.

I looked at my reflection, and disappointment oozed from my face. Of course, this seemed too good to be true. But still… everything that led up to this had my hopes…

Wait! Did I just…

I wasn’t entirely sure, but both my ears seemed to disappear for a moment. I checked them out and touched them, but now they were back.

Was this just my imagination, or did something odd just happen? My hands were still at my ears as my underarms suddenly vanished. My hands were floating in mid-air! I pulled my arms down to look at them and released a small yelp from surprise. They were gone!

Looking at my arms, I noticed my entire lower body was gone! Everything below my boxers was… well… wasn’t there!

It was happening! I looked at my face, and my ears were gone again. But so was the entire upper half of my face. I couldn’t see my eyes anymore, and as I tried to touch my forehead, my hands were also gone. A second later, I was looking at an empty shirt floating around. You could see it was filled because it hung around something, but I could see the inside of my shirt right through my body.

It worked! I was completely invisible, and only my shirt and boxers were evidence that someone was there.

That’s when I felt my stomach churn. I rushed over to the toilet, fell to my knees, and out of nowhere, the yellow-brown substance splattered into the water of the toilet.

A good three or four more splats followed until I had nothing more to throw up. I gagged once more and fell onto my ass, panting heavily.

Both the realization I was given a superpower and the disorientation of not seeing what I was doing were utterly overwhelming. I tried flushing the toilet, but it took me a couple of tries to get my finger on the handle. This was way harder than I thought it would be. But after I found the right spot and flushed, I climbed onto the seat and started contemplating my options.

I needed practice. That much was obvious. And I needed the time to do it. Thankfully, the last assignment I got from work was an easy one. I’ve done it so many times already that I probably could squeeze it through in less than half the time I was given to complete it.

My new manager didn’t know that, so that wouldn’t be a problem. The guy was a colossal asshole anyways who only got the job because of the people he sucked up to and not because of his skills. So if I could cross him in any way, that would be a personal ‘happy moment.’ I giggled at the possibilities that lay before me to fuck this guy up.

So if I planned this right, I could finish my work and practice a lot with my new ability. I wasn’t aiming for a specific moment to complete my practice, but I wanted to get the hang of it as soon as possible.

The return to visibility was a lot less messy than the other way around. I saw my skin for a second and went invisible again. But after another second or two, my whole body was visible and stayed that way.

This was going to be awesome!


Over the next few days, I slowly but steadily started to get the hang of it. The first ten times I tried to touch my nose, I failed miserably. One attempt even missed my entire face! But as time progressed, it became easier and required less concentration.

The first time I saw my computer mouse float through the room, I couldn’t help but laugh. I dropped a lot of stuff on the floor before I finally managed to grab something. In this case, it was the mouse. I broke some of my things in the process of trying to pick stuff up, but nothing I couldn’t easily replace.

I also tried sticking something in my mouth to see what would happen, and it disappeared completely the moment I closed my mouth. It depended on the angle you were looking at what you saw when I had my mouth open. This looked weird and wasn’t really usable. Funny but strange. If I needed to hide something small, this was an option.

The temperature changes on my skin felt different, precisely as JD had already pointed out. I put my hand into the freezer to feel what it was like. I felt the temperature change. Just as I did before. But somehow, it didn’t bother me at all. Instinctively I knew I could keep it in there for hours and not be bothered by it.

But when I put my hand into my oven, which was too hot for my skin, I felt the usual alarm go off in my head, and I pulled back. Thank god! A body needs these alarms to survive, so I was glad this still worked.

Between work and practice, I had my regular supply of shirtless and underwear-clad James videos to drool over. There was one more ‘naked backside’ scene, but I couldn’t see his dangling bits on this one. As I established earlier, I realized again that this boy had an ass that was sculpted by god himself! It was absolutely perfect! A tight, round bubble butt with a clear tan line which made it even more pronounced. Magnificent!

Tomorrow, the pool party across the street was planned, but I didn’t feel ready to use my ability in public yet. So I decided to leave my patches at home and tried to mingle with the neighbors. Maybe steal a few glances at James and his sister, but I couldn’t be too obvious about that.

But on Friday evening, I couldn’t restrain myself anymore. I needed to go out and test in real life. So I got into my car and drove to the skate park at the edge of town. Usually, there would still be a few kids hanging out there, but it wasn’t crowded or anything, and there were a lot of bushes surrounding it. So if anything went wrong, I could probably manage some reasonable damage control there.

I parked my car out of sight and pressed the pads together. Moments later, I saw myself disappear in my rearview mirror. This was it. I took off my shirt and shorts. I deliberately didn’t wear any underwear to make this easier. I got out of the car, hid my clothes from view behind the driver’s seat, and looked around. In the distance, I could hear talking and laughing from the skate park, so I started walking that way.

This was my first time outside in this state, and it felt amazing! I always wanted to try walking around naked but never found the courage to do so. But now that I did, I wish I’d done it sooner! The wind caressing my balls, my four-and-a-half-inch soft dick swaying from left to right as I walked. It all felt wonderful and highly liberating.

Before I approached the skate park, I pressed the patches together again, ensuring I wouldn’t be seen. I lingered around the park’s edge but stayed close to the bushes. On a nearby bench, two boys were talking to each other. I guessed them to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and I decided to get closer.

“You didn’t!” one of them said.

“Fuck yeah! I totally did!”

“So you’re saying you fucked Megan?”

“Swear to god!” the other boy said and held up his hand to prove his point.

“And if I ask her, she won’t deny it?”

“Absolutely. She said she loved it!” the boy said, beaming with pride.

“Oh wow… what’s it like?”

“Almost as good as being sucked by you,” the boy whispered, and both their faces turned crimson red in under a millisecond.

“Shh!” the second boy whispered, but a huge grin spread across his face.

“No offense, but it’s true!”

“Did she… suck you too?”

“Nah. She just laid there like a starfish and let me do my thing. She wrapped her legs around me toward the end, but that was it. I loved sticking my cock inside her, but I couldn’t help but think it feels better when we suck each other.”

“My Dad is still at work. Let’s go to my place and talk about it,” the second boy said, emphasizing the word ‘talk’ and rubbing his obvious boner through his pants.

“Great idea! I can use some relief,” the first boy chuckled, “not much privacy here anyways.”

I looked at where he was pointing at, and a typical skater boy walked over to us. He looked to be about thirteen with baggy pants and a tight t-shirt. He was carrying his skateboard and walked toward the bushes, grabbing his junk.

The boys I was eavesdropping on left, and the boy headed to the bushes to my left. I sneaked toward him when it was clear he was going to take a leak.

It took a few moments to determine where he was going to stop, but the moment he did, I made sure to position myself to his left, so I had a clear view of his front. He dropped his skateboard and looked around to make sure he was alone. Next, he started unbuttoning his pants, which slid down a bit. He grabbed them with his left hand, and with his right, he pulled down the front of his cotton white with blue striped boxer shorts.

I could barely hold back a soft moan as his dick came into view. It was a little over three inches long, uncut, and looked quite thick for his age. His balls were still underdeveloped but looked perfect on him. A small patch of black pubes topped off this mouthwatering view in front of me.

As the thick stream of pee left his body, he breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t into water sports at all, and it didn’t turn me on sexually, but I felt so lucky to be able to witness such a private act of a cute boy this age.

He started shaking off the last drops, and I could swear it grew a little as he did this. After he pulled up his boxers and pants and I realized I was stiff as a board, I decided it was time for me to leave. I knew I’d be back here again soon. But for now, I’ve seen and done enough.

I quickly returned to my car, dressed, and waited to become visible again before I started driving home. By the time I got there, I needed to jerk off at the memory of that hot young boy.

Across the street, the preparations for the next day were in full swing, and I actually looked forward to it. When I was married to Karen, she always hated to go to parties with people she didn’t know. And her attitude on such occasions always rubbed off on me, causing me to feel bummed out too. But not now! I wanted to get to know the neighbors. Maybe dip in the pool and just have fun.

Copyright 2023 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

sit invisibilitas satus


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Dear Jason – Chapter 3

Dear Jason – Chapter 3

“I’d like to speak with Mr. Robinson,” I said to the well-dressed man behind the big desk.

“I see,” he replied politely. “And are you here to open or close an account?”

“I’m only here for the air conditioning.”

The man’s face didn’t show any signs of surprise or anything. Instead, he asked, “and might I ask what the preferred temperature is?”

At first, I wanted to make it sound casual and not drill up my lines like a horrible actor. But instead, I decided it was best to just play it safe. So I just said the line, just like it read in the email, “It doesn’t matter. As long as it’s below seventy degrees.”

“Follow me, please,” the man said as he got to his feet.

We went to a corner of the bank where a small gate was. The gate was closed, but the man pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it. We went through a small but tastefully decorated corridor and eventually arrived at a more prominent room where the safe door was located. The man pressed a few buttons, held his finger against some biometric fingerprint reader, and with a few loud clicks, the door opened.

I waited for the man to enter the safe, but he waited and politely gestured for me to enter first. So I entered the safe, which looked like a safe from a movie. It was well-lit and had small safety deposit boxes along the wall and a big table in the middle.

The man saw me looking, smiled, and walked over to one of the boxes against the wall. He unlocked it, pulled it out, and placed it on the table in front of me. Next, he unlocked the box and nodded kindly. He didn’t say a word, turned around, and left the safe.

I opened the box, and inside was a big beige envelope, just as JD had written. I opened my briefcase and put the envelope inside. I closed the locks and, for the very first time since I had this suitcase, twisted the combination lock, so the locks couldn’t easily be opened.

I closed the box and wasn’t sure what to do next. So I coughed softly, and the man peeked his head around the corner. When he noticed I was done, he entered the room and stopped next to the table.

“Thank you, sir. Have a very nice day, and thank you for doing business with us.”

I hesitated a second but quickly realized I was supposed to leave now. So I thanked the man, left the safe and walked to my car. The envelope was constantly on my mind as I drove home. What was it? Was it something illegal?

And then it dawned on me! Was I being followed? Maybe this was all a trap to catch a man who wrote smut on the internet about subjects, of which the general population had determined, was the worst of the worst. Maybe my witchy ex found out about me and told the police!

At that moment, I felt extremely paranoid. I kept looking in my rear-view mirror and checked every car that passed me as inconspicuously as possible.

I kept taking detours and routes I’d usually avoided, and after almost an hour of driving pointlessly around, I passed my house for the fourth time. And just like the previous three times, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

By now, my heart rate had dropped significantly, but I still wasn’t convinced. I kept telling myself that I was safe, no one followed me, and nobody was waiting at my house for me.

As I rounded the corner and entered my street for the fifth time, I decided to take the chance. I turned onto my driveway and parked the car as close to my front door as possible. I grabbed my suitcase, got out as quickly as I could, and almost ran to the door. I immediately closed it behind me and locked every lock and bolt it had. I quickly checked the back door, just in case, and it was still closed.

Next up: checking the rooms if anything was out of order. Even the slightest change could mean trouble. So I checked everything meticulously, and more than an hour later, the entire house was inspected. If they bugged the house, they did it in such a way that only the best of the best could. And honestly, that was kind of hard to believe. After all, I was just an internet writer, and I figured the high-end spies had bigger fish to fry.

So I started to relax a little and went upstairs to check my emails. When I booted my computer, I noticed that a few new recordings had been made by my own spy setup, but I ignored these and immediately opened my mailbox.

There were a few new messages, but the one without a sender address with the subject ‘ELDS’ immediately caught my attention. So I clicked on it, and it was immediately clear this was an email from him.


Dear Jason,

As I mentioned earlier, I work at a government agency. Of course, which agency that is, has to remain a secret, but one of our tasks is developing and experimenting with certain specialized drugs and technologies.

A few moments ago, I was informed that you picked up the package. I trust you’re home safely, despite all the detours you took. I’m sorry, but I have had you placed under surveillance ever since you went to the bank. I hope you understand because I needed to be sure I could trust you.

And don’t worry, your house isn’t bugged. This was also the last time I had you followed because now I know you’re a trustworthy person, and the package is in your possession. So no more drones over your head 😉 I’m really sorry for this intrusion in your personal life, but I hope you understand.

As of this moment, you are in possession of the ELDS kit. ELDS stands for Enhanced Light Distortion Serum. This is actually our fourth iteration, hence the E in the name. I won’t go into details on how this serum actually works, but I’ll inform you about the what and how.

What it does is that it distorts the light that touches you. In its bare essence, light has no mass. The energy it carries is transported through particles, and the fact that light travels in waves. We managed to dissect that particle and wave pattern and created a serum that allows your skin to manipulate that light. To keep it simple: it will make you invisible to everyone that uses light in the visible spectrum to see. We didn’t manage to make it work in the infrared spectrum yet, but the most brilliant people I know are working on that.

Having this serum in our weapons arsenal is obviously a huge plus and gives us a massive advantage on the battlefield. But I don’t want it to be solely used in warfare. If you think about it, the practical applications are almost limitless!

You’re probably wondering why I chose you to have some of this. I can’t give you the exact answer, but I did my background checks, and I just know you won’t do anything stupid or evil with it. And, for my personal gain, I reckon that you’ll be able to come up with a few new and exciting stories!

And that’s basically all I want In return. I want to be the first to read the stories you will create while you put ELDS into practice.

About the package. Inside the envelope, you’ll find a few things. Syringes, a short explanation about what is what, and a few small boxes containing the patches.

First off: the syringes. Inside these syringes, you’ll see one containing a blueish liquid and one a more greenish. I’d recommend getting comfortable on your couch or bed. It’s best to remove your pants and take something like socks or a towel to put into your mouth. Next, you inject the fluids into your upper legs. It’s absolutely vital that you inject both fluids simultaneously. But I must warn you! Be prepared for excruciating pains! That’s why you need the towel. Trust me, it hurts!

It will feel like your entire skin is on fire. The reason for this is that the molecular structure of the outer layer of your skin will change. An unexpected but not entirely inconvenient side effect is that you will no longer feel cold or hot. Your metabolism will also change; these things combined will let you walk outside naked in the frigid cold, and you won’t be harmed. You won’t even catch a cold.

The time it takes for the pain to die down varies between fifteen and forty-five minutes. After that, I can only recommend a good night’s sleep. You will need it! The total effect of the serum takes about eight hours to kick in, so you won’t miss anything on that part, either.

After these eight hours, take the round patches out of their packages. Next, you apply the patches to your thumb and index finger. These small, round patches are custom-made based on your DNA. They will mimic the state of your skin and are barely visible. These patches are one of the greatest technical wonders our scientists came up with, and they make the practical application of the serum possible.

There are about twenty pairs of these patches included. When you run out, just let me know. They’re reusable, but people sometimes lose them or wear them out.

The purpose of these patches is to activate the serum. Once you press them together for more than two seconds, the serum starts to work, and the light will curl around you and make it look as if you’re no longer present. This effect will last for about ten minutes. After this, you can press the pads against each other again, and the ten minutes will start again. You can also do this while the serum is active. Just look at it as a timer that’s being reset.

At first, you will feel a bit disorientated. Don’t worry. That’s perfectly normal. For instance, the human brain subconsciously uses your eyes to determine where your hands and arms are. With being invisible, your brain loses that ability, which means that you must actively focus on the state and place of your limbs in the beginning.

You will also need to learn how to pick things up while you cannot see your hands. Walking can also be a challenge. So, in short, practice in your own home and don’t get over-confident. Don’t go to the mall or other public places in the beginning. We’ve had some of these cases in the past, which wasn’t pretty.

That is about all there is to say about ELDS. There’s no prescription or manual, just a few tips and tricks, and do’s and don’ts. You will have to learn as you go.

I can only hope you appreciate my gift and will return the favor. If not, I misjudged you, but there will be no hard feelings. I assume it is unnecessary to mention, but I need to point out that no matter whether you choose to use it or not, confidentiality is a must. There will be consequences if you talk about it with anyone else.

If you want to return the gift, just go to the bank again, use the same sentences, and leave the envelope in the safe. That’s all there is to it.

I hope you’ll have fun and if you’ve got any questions, just reply to this email, and I’ll get in touch with you.

Kind regards,

JD

“What… the… fuck!” I mumbled again after I read the email for the second time. No way this could be true! Why would a big-shot CIA -like officer send me this? How could he use drones on US soil to spy on a citizen? DID he actually use drones? And wouldn’t anyone notice? Wouldn’t there be consequences? And why me? I’m just a regular IT guy with a few mediocre incest stories to show for. There’s no way this can be true!

But then again, how did he know where I lived? How about the bank? What about the way his email showed up? So what if it WAS true? Wouldn’t it be an amazing superpower someone handed me out of the blue? The possibilities it provided were virtually limitless!

I decided to let it rest for a few days and think about it. I dropped the envelope in my drawer and poured myself a big glass of whiskey. I needed to calm my nerves, and what better way to do this than to continue with my story.

I closed my email app, ready to open the text editor. And that’s when I noticed the red icon above my recording software again. I almost forgot it recorded something. I clicked on the .mkv file, and my video player opened.

In the frame was James’s room. Seconds later, the door opened, and James walked in. He wore a t-shirt and shorts and looked like he was singing a song. Then, again, he took off his shirt and threw it in the corner. So I figured I could zoom in and check out his chest later. But first, I needed to know what I recorded.

He walked toward his closet, and it was now clear he was singing to a song, as he also danced a bit to the music. He fished out what looked like swimming trunks and a towel. All the while, he kept moving on the beat of some tunes I couldn’t hear. He threw his trunks and the towel on his bed and stood with his back toward me.

I could hear myself sucking in a breath the moment he dropped both his shorts and underwear, showing his tight ass to me. He moved his butt from left to right on the same rhythm as he sang his song. After he kicked his shorts aside, he grabbed his trunks and started pulling them up.

As he put one leg into his trunks and was bent over, I could see his boy bits dangling between his legs. I couldn’t see anything clearly, but it was unmistakably his junk I was looking at. Then, way too soon, he stood straight, grabbed his towel, and left the room.

I replayed the video several times, even skipping through it frame by frame. I opened the high-res photos, and as I scanned through these, I realized my dick was painfully hard from the moment I pressed play. This kid was HOT!

The moment I saw a close-up of his dangling balls, I lost it. I whipped out my dick and wanked to a quick but powerful orgasm. And as I sat there, covered in my cum and looking at a tight, twelve-year-old naked ass, I knew it. I needed to be in the same room as this hottie while he undressed. I needed to show him how to enjoy his body in the best possible ways. I needed to fuck him… I wanted him, and now I had a way to do this. If it worked, it would be absolutely perfect!

So I cleaned myself up, pulled the envelope out of my drawer, and emptied it on the desk in front of me. JD was right. Two syringes, about two-dozen patches, and a simple leaflet with tips and tricks inside. I opened one of the packages containing the small pads and examined them closely.

They had about the same color as my skin and were extremely thin. You could almost see through them. I rummaged through one of my other drawers and found my magnifying glass. I zoomed in on the patches and saw there were hundreds of tiny spikes at one side. They were very close to each other and just long enough to penetrate my skin but not pierce through it.

JD mentioned they were reusable, so I decided to press one against my left index finger. It was almost as if it was glued to my finger. It was stuck that firmly. But at the same time, it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, and you couldn’t feel the needles. So that was a plus.

But the syringes. Oh boy. They looked brutal. The needle wasn’t very long, but the syringes were thick! On the leaflet, a small illustration pointed out how and where the injection should take place. It looked easy enough, but the ‘excruciating pains’ he mentioned were slightly off-putting. But then I glanced at the cute ass on my screen again and realized I shouldn’t wuss out now.

I switched off my computer, gathered everything from the envelope and went to my bedroom. I threw it all on the mattress, grabbed a pair of socks, and pulled down my pants. I looked at the illustrations one final time and figured, ’what the hell!’ the worst thing that could happen was that I’d die. I didn’t leave a child behind, and my ex-wife would hardly miss me. A few close friends would be sad, but that was it. So what did I have to lose, right?

So, before I could chicken out, I prepared the syringes, laid back against my headboard, and pushed the needles into my skin. This, of course, wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but it didn’t hurt. My thumbs pressed on the back of both syringes, and as the fluid entered my body, I sighed deeply. No going back now.

The moment both syringes were empty, I placed them on my nightstand and quickly put the pair of socks into my mouth to bite on. I already felt a minor burning sensation around the places where the fluid entered my body, and I was prepared for the worst. I looked at my clock and made a note to myself that it was seven thirty-five.

The burning feeling spread quickly, and before I knew it, I wished I had never ever injected this stuff. I felt like I was about to pass out, and I heard my muffled screams that were partially muted by my socks.

That guy wasn’t wrong! I had never ever felt this kind of pain before. During this time, I wished I could die. It was that bad! But eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the burning feeling started to subside a little. Finally, I could open my eyes again and tried to focus on my alarm clock and figure out how long it has been. Almost thirty-five minutes had passed, and the burning feeling started to go down seriously now.

I lay there panting heavily as I let the soaked socks drop from my mouth. I was feeling completely drained, and I could only think about sleeping. I had never felt this exhausted before in my life. It took every willpower I had left in me to crawl under the covers, and when my head finally hit my pillow, I was out.

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quid futuis?

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Dear Jason – Chapter 2

Dear Jason – Chapter 2

The following day, after I arrived home from a day at the corporate office, William called me as I came out of my car.

“Hey Jason!” he said as he walked toward me.

“Hi, William. What’s up?” I asked, feeling my stomach tighten as I assumed he wanted to talk to me about me perving on his son.

“Please! Call me Bill,” he smiled.

“Right. What’s up, Bill?” I replied, feeling more relaxed now.

“We’re throwing a small party this Saturday to celebrate us moving in here. We’re also inviting some neighbors, and we hope you’ll be able to join us.”

“I… uhm… sure! Of course! I don’t think I’ve got anything important that I can’t reschedule. Thanks,” I stammered, still somewhat expecting him to punch me on the nose about last night.

“Great! We start at around noon. And you can bring your trunks if you’d like. The pool is repaired, so the kids decided it should be a pool party,” he laughed.

“Will do,” I said, also laughing.

“See you Saturday!” Bill said as he turned around and walked back toward the house where his wife was looking and smiling at us.

I started walking to my front door, where I noticed the Amazon package lying on the porch. I felt excited as I picked it up and immediately went up to my new office, where I started unpacking it.

It was a small but powerful camera. It had twenty times optical zoom, could shoot pictures in forty megapixels, and record video at 4K. But the best feature of it was that it was so small. It was bigger than some fancy spycam but way smaller than your regular camera. I liked it!

I played with it a bit during my microwave dinner to learn all about its features. Then, after I was done and cleaned downstairs, I placed it in my office window, facing James’s room. Next, I put some more or less logical things around it, so the camera couldn’t be noticed. And if I could hardly see it from here, I was positive it couldn’t be seen from across the street.

I plugged in the USB cable and opened up the recording app I had downloaded earlier. It would start recording when there was motion inside the predetermined frame and take a high-def picture every second it recorded.

I was content with my current setup and opened up my text editor to continue writing on my latest story. As I was getting into it, my email beep went off. I usually turn that off because it’s too distracting, but I forgot to do it this time.

So, feeling slightly annoyed, I opened the email app. Moments ago, a new message had arrived, and it was a reply to the “Offer” email I received yesterday. I expected some YouTube link, zip files, or pictures in it, but it was just plain text.


Dear Jason,

Thank you for your kind and honest reply. You brought a smile to my face today, which is greatly appreciated.

Let me tell you something about my ‘token of appreciation.’ I work for a domestic government agency. I can’t tell you much about this, obviously, but in my position I’ve got access to all sorts of assets that we work on.

Given the fact that you live in Chadron, Nebraska, I have arranged for the token to be delivered to a safe at the local bank.

If you decide to go to the bank, ask for Mr. Robinson. He’ll ask you if you want to open or close an account. Your reply will be, “I’m only here for the air conditioning.” Next, he’ll ask you about the preferred temperature. You’ll reply, “Below seventy degrees is fine.”

After this, he’ll take you to the vault, where he’ll open a safety deposit box for you. In there, you’ll find a big envelope. Put it in a bag or something, take it home, and wait for further instructions.

I know this all sounds very ‘Cloak and dagger’ like, but I promise you you’ll love it!

Kind regards,

JD

What! The! Fuck!? Is he shitting me? That’s either a very elaborate way to distribute kiddie porn or a nut job trying to yank my chain.

But as I reread the email a few times, it hit me that he could never know where I lived. This was one of the best-kept secrets as my alter-ego. I always use a VPN when I do some work on my sites or communicate with my readers. I disable trackers, double-check files that I upload, everything! So how did this guy pick out this little city in the entire US? This couldn’t be just a gamble.

I read the email several times but couldn’t wrap my head around it. There wasn’t much writing to be done anymore, either. So I checked the recordings my new camera had made, and it was immediately apparent that James had gone to bed already. He came in, threw his shirt in a corner, gave me a quick glance at his boyish chest in the process, and closed the curtains. A few moments later, his lights went out, and that was it.

I had already planned to work from home the following day, so I might as well go and pick up the package. And as I lay in bed, contemplating all of this, I just couldn’t figure out how this guy knew where I lived. The only remotely logical explanation I could come up with was that he was indeed a very high-ranked figure at that agency. But then again, that sort of agency and mysterious figures only exist in movies and books.

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