As Ben started running away from Ron, it didn't take long to realize that he would never be able to get far enough away as long as Ron was still out here. His only hope was to hide. And the only place to hide close enough, was Ron's car. Quickly readjusting his direction, Ben ducked behind the back wheel just before Ron turned back around to find him. If he had been merely half a second slower, Ron would have seen him.
But it looked as though luck was on Ben's side because as Ron looked around the driveway, stalking up and down its entire length, Ben was nowhere in sight. He was fuming. And that's when Jason started to stand up on the porch. Seeing Jason through the corner of his eye, Ron's anger immediately turned on Jason. He was back on the porch, shoving Jason hard against the wall of the house in a flash. He never even looked near his car for Ben...
"What the hell are you doing here, Jason?!" Ron screamed, spit flying carelessly from his mouth onto Jason's face. Incredibly, Jason looked entirely nonplussed about the entire situation. He simply licked Ron's spit from the side of his mouth as if he had smeared chocolate around his mouth as he ate a candy bar.
"Relax, Ron. I'm just here to make both of our dreams come true. Or didn't you always dream of being able to crush Ben in the palm of your hand. 'Cause I gave that to you... literally," said Jason, smirking, ever so pleased with himself.
"Look, I don't know what the hell you're talking about, ass-hole! All I know is you just cost me the power to crush Ben in the palm of my hand!"
Jason's smirk remained on his face for a second while his brain processed this last statement. He hadn't even noticed that Ben had disappeared all of a sudden, but when he realized the implications of what Ron had just said, his smirk vanished from his face as if it had never been there to begin with.
"What?" he breathed, his suddenly worried eyes darting back and forth between the furious eyes of Ron and the puddle of piss in the driveway.
"All because you were jerking off?!" Ron continued, oblivious to anything Jason had to say. "You know, speaking of which, you left a mess on my porch!"
Before Jason knew what was happening, Ron had clasped one hand across the back of his neck, and the other around his bicep, and forced him to the ground. Jason's face was now inches from his own cum on the porch.
"I think you have an obligation to clean it up, jackass!" Ron sneered into Jason's ear. "Start licking."
Jason hesitated. He had no idea how his cum would affect himself. Would it make him shrink too, or would he be immune to it. From his hiding spot in the driveway, Ben was wondering the same thing as he watched the scene unfold.
"Do it! NOW!" roared Ron, his grasp tightening dangerously around Jason's neck. With a nervous gulp, Jason began to lick up his own cum.
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