Date: Wed, 24 Feb 1999 15:35:10 +05
From: Nails <nelsbeck@tez.net>
Subject: Jack at Home (Part 5 of Jackin-our-way-to-camp)
JACK AT HOME, 1
Part 5 of "Jackin' Our Way to Camp"
by Bob Nelson
The sun coming in my window woke me. As I opened my eyes and stretched
my arms over my head I saw that it was a beautiful day. I smiled,
scratched my balls and fondled my morning hardon. Oh, yeah! I grinned
widely, remembering that Jack told me to call him this morning. Jack,
the gorgeous, openly gay Scout I'd dreamed about for a year, who had
blown me my first full day as Counselor up at Camp "Hold yer Toes", six
weeks ago. My dick snapped up against my belly as I remembered THAT
day! First time all the way - - what a RUSH! Man, could he suck and
tickle, and hit all my hot spots!
I hopped out of bed, nude and horny, thinking of the Scout Camp jingle,
"We wear our pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot; We wear our
woolen undies in the winter when it's not. And sometimes in the
springtime, and sometimes in the fall, we jump between the sheets with
nothing on at all." I'd started sleeping nude at Camp this summer.
Felt really good to have my dick rub against the sheets or the inside
of my sleeping bag if we went on an overnight.
I stretched up on my tip toes, did a couple of deep knee bends, reached
back behind me a few times as wide as my arms would go, then did twelve
toe touches. I stood stiff kneed and touched finger tips, then middle
knuckles, then flat palms. Yeah, gotta keep limber. A thought flicked
through my mind as I was doing my toe touches: Is the nickname "Camp
Hold yer Toes" related to this exercise? Did it start with older
Scouts telling the new guys in the showers "Stand up straight, now
Touch your toes without bending your knees."? It sure would present
a nice row of open buttholes! Some of the guys are really into
cornholing, from what I've heard. I'm sure not! Not since my first
summer camp, when they tricked me and that other Tenderfoot into
trying it with each other while the other six guys in the cabin watched.
I had just stuck my dick in his ass when one of the guys yelled, "Oh,
shit! Here comes the Camp Director!"
The kid below me jerked up onto his hands and knees to try to get off
the bunk we were on, but that pinned me to the top bunk and kept us
both stuck! We panicked and I remember thinking (or shouting?) "Oh
Hell, oh Hell, Oh, SHIT!" until we realized the six boys watching us
were cracking up, laughing at how scared we were. There was no one
coming. Since then, I have not been able to get a hardon if I'm in
position behind a bare butt. I like to look at guys' bare asses, but
I can't do anything but look. Oh, well. I prefer cocksucking, any
way. And right now I'm going to call Jack to see if I can go out to
his place for some!
I dove into a T-shirt, jumped into a pair of cut-off Levis, jammed my
feet into sox and my tennies, and bolted out to the kitchen where the
phone was. I'd rather use the one in my folks' room, but Dad was in
there, still sleeping. Oh, well, play it cool if Mom's in the kitchen.
No one was in the kitchen when I entered, so I grabbed the phone and
dialed Jack's number. I'd memorized it when I called him yesterday,
my first day home from Camp. I felt really good! Not only was I
horny, I was in the best shape I'd ever been in, and I think I'd
grown an inch while I was at Camp. If so, that made me 5'11". I
had built up my upper body and legs, too, with all the stuff we had
to lift, carry, pull, and push. That helped tighten my gut, too, so
I had a really flat, hard gut. Yeah, lookin' good and feelin' fine,
even if I still weighed only 150. Well, better lean and hard than
fat and flabby!
All that zipped through my head while Jack's phone rang three times.
On the fourth ring a woman's voice said "Hello." "Hi, is Jack home?"
"Yes he is. May I tell him who's calling?" "Sure. Tell him it's
Bob Nelson, please." Never hurts to be polite to a guy's Mom. She
sounded nice.
"Hello, Bob. I was hoping it was you. Do you want to come out?"
"I sure do, Jack. Is today a good time?"
"It's perfect. My folks are just about to head out to San Jose to
go shopping. Mom said they have to get some things for my brother
then get some lumber and hardware for our car shed, then groceries.
They probably won't get back for several hours."
I could almost hear the grin in his voice, and matched it with my
own as I replied "I'm gonna grab a real quick bite of breakfast
then jump on my bike and pedal my ass out there! Maybe if I get
hungry on the way out I can get something else to eat when I get
out there."
Jack caught my meaning right away, "OK, I'll warm up something
for you for your lunch." - - as he gave a low chuckle.
Man, my dick lurched back up to full hard. It had almost gotten
soft after I got dressed. Well, these Levi shorts were old and
almost white but they were still strong. I liked 'em 'cuz the leg
openings ravelled more each time they were washed and they were
really short shorts now. If my dick got hard, but not too hard
to bend it down, the head would show out the leg hole. Hmmmm.
That would be the way to greet Jack.
I grabbed a bowl of Cheerios and milk, a glass of OJ, and was
gulping them down when Mom came in the back door. "Good morning,
Lazybones. Have a good sleep your second night home? Please don't
gulp your food."
"Sure did, Mom! I'm eating quick to go see a guy I met up at Camp.
He lives up in Los Altos Foothills. He didn't stay for Camp, just
came up for two days before he came back to work all summer. He's
going to College in a few weeks."
"Oh, that's nice. Your Dad and I have to go into Mountain View to
get a few things, after I hang out the second load of wash. Be
careful. There are more cars on these backroads now."
"Yeah, I know. I'll be careful. See you about five, OK?"
"That's good. We're having grilled burgers, tonight."
"Sounds good, Mom. Well, I'm off." I put my glass, bowl and spoon
in the sink and headed out the door. Hopped on my bike and headed
for the hills. A beautiful day - - no, a GORGEOUS DAY, 'cuz I'm on
my way to see the best looking guy I've ever known, and he's
waiting for me! It sounds like something might come up when I get
there. Two things might! At the end of our driveway I turned right
and waved back at Mom, who had come out the back door. She waved
back and I began pedalling harder. I shifted to second gear at the
and of our short street and turned right again, got up to speed and
put it in high. Sure was nice to have a bike with three speeds!
An English "Racer" with a Sturmey Archer gear shift and hand brakes
that I'd bought from Norm. It made my old balloon tired bike with
a coaster brake seem like a truck - - a SLOW truck! Now, this was
better. Take it a little easier. I was hot (and hard) to get to
Jack's but I didn't want to get there so hot and tired that I'd have
to rest before we began our fun. Hm, I felt my dick growing harder
and stretching down the leg of my shorts. Oh, yeah, the fresh air
was hitting my little head! I looked down and its pink tip was
sticking out. Felt so damned sexy, and looked pretty good, too!
I'm glad I was circumcised, like Jack and most of the guys I'd
seen in the High School or Camp showers. Felt good, looked good,
and easier to take care of, from what Bert told me. Italian
descent, I guess, and was the first guy I'd ever been friendly
enough to ask about his uncircumcised dick. It looked OK, just
that I liked them "naked," without foreskin.
At the end of our road, I turned left up Grant Road toward the
western tracks. Sure are a lot of houses going up around here!
Some new ones on almost every road. They're taking a lot of lots
out of the orchards. Well, these prune trees are way past their
prime. But now these apricot trees are really in fine shape.
Hope they leave them. These two crops have made Santa Clara
Valley famous. Sure is pretty in the Spring to ride up into the
foothills and see the ocean of blossoms extending all the way from
Palo Alto to San Jose and almost out to the big blimp hangars at
Moffett Field. Some nice memories of working in the 'cots and
picking some of Nick's cherries. Dad's old friend let us pick all
we wanted from his best trees, after he'd had the pickers get the
first crop. Said he could pay his whole orchard costs for the year
from that first cherry crop. Fantastic cherries! Well, in a way,
Jack had gotten MY cherry, six weeks ago. I'd sucked dicks for
four years and never knew that a full blow job was all the way till
the guy shoots! WOW, did he ever get ME to shoot! I'd NEVER had
such a blow out! Then I freaked out, chickened out, and ran down
the hill instead of getting Jack off! But I'd heard from Pete
that Jack wasn't upset and hoped that we could get together some
other time. TODAY was that time! I sure hoped it was the first of
*several* other times!
Now I was crossing Fremont and the tracks. If I'd gone up El Monte
it would have been farther, but I'd have gone by Tommy's place. He
and I got off once last Fall, in the most unusual way I'd ever seen.
He'd come over, hinted that he'd like to fool around, so we slowly
undressed each other, got on my bed and started rolling around nude.
He was hot, we were both hard as wooden tent pegs, when all of a
sudden he tensed up, shuddered, and blew his load between us!
Without either of us laying a hand on his dick, he came! Then he
said the oddest thing, "Well, I'm not a virgin anymore." Later
I realized what he meant. Then, all I thought was "Guess
he was really ready, but I didn't know you could come without
somebody's hand on it!" Later I found out it's called "frottage."
Whatever. I like hands and mouths better, so let's get this bike
UP this hill! Second gear...
There's Jack's road, to the left. Still paved, but not very wide.
He said it's about a half mile. Drop it down to low gear here,
push, but save some energy for Jack - - and jackin'! That's how
Jack got his nickname. "Jack" because he likes to jack off so
much, and even better he likes to jack other guys off and have
them jack him off. Oh, SHIT! I just realized I'd asked his Mom
if "Jack" was home!! Well, guess I wasn't the first guy to ask
for him by this name. She knew who I was talking about, who I
wanted. You'd better believe I wanted him!
Up there, on the left, the white stucco "hacienda" with the red
tile roof, a wide porch all around this side, rounded to kind of
fit into the hillside. Yeah, red broken-tile steps leading up the
curve of the wall that's under the porch. This is it. Hey,
there's Jack!
"Hi, Jack!"
"Hi, Bob! Glad you found it! Have any trouble?"
"Not a bit. Good directions. I just kept following my pointer"
I said as I glanced down at my shorts. Seeing Jack had brought
my dick back up to full operating size and shape, and now its
head was almost fully exposed.
"Is that a hot dog you brought for my lunch?" Jack asked with a
big grin and a glint in his beautiful blue-gray eyes.
"Yup. Thought you might be hungry."
"I'm starved. How about you. Can I fix you some lunch, too?"
he asked as he rubbed his crotch. I could see the shape of the
prettiest prick I had ever had the pleasure of sucking. His faded
blues were even thinner from washing than my Levis.
I could clearly see his dickhead, and was that a drop of precum
staining his shorts a darker blue? I dropped my bike at the foot
of the steps and went up them two at a time to the porch. Jack
greeted me at the top with a bear hug. In fact, it was almost a
bare hug, as he had taken his T-shirt off as I was coming up the
stairs. As I was almost cumming, up the stairs! God, he was even
better looking than I had remembered. Guess I doubted that he's
really THIS good looking. Six feet tall, broad shouldered, narrow
waist, blonde hair that was lighter at the ends ("sun-lightened"
they called it), with perfect features. His eyes were not only
pretty in color, they were "bedroom" and "happy" eyes, with a
piercing gaze that looked inside me and stirred something really
deep while they gave me the idea of going to bed with him. A
perfect, narrow nose above lips that were kind of thin, but always
turned up at the corners. It was like he always saw the humor in
whatever he was looking at; or he *really* liked having me here.
Oh, yes, God, Thank you for letting me be here. He can have me
any way he wants me!
All this was while we hugged, leaned back to look each other in
the smiling faces, hugged again, and just held on. Finally,
Jack leaned back again and said "We might be more comfortable if
we can find somewhere to lie down."
BOING! If I thought my rod was hard, before, now I knew what the
guys meant by "rod" or "Bone." I think if I'd fallen over right
then, I'd have punched a hole in their tile deck!
Jack felt it poke him and looked down then back up with even a
wider grin. "Happy to see me?" he asked.
"Naw," I lied, "I had a bowl of cement for breakfast and I think
it just finished getting hard."
"Oh, it looks so hard it might hurt. If it does, I think I can
find something to put on it."
"No, Jack, it doesn't need any bandage or medicine. Just kiss it
to make it all better."
With that, Jack quickly leaned down while he was pulling up that
leg of my shorts, kissed my dickhead, then took it into his mouth
and began to pull some serious suction on it. It was so intense
that I almost collapsed right there on his front porch. "Can we
go inside so I can get out of these hot, sweaty clothes?" I panted,
as I also reached down to grope his dick. It was as hard as mine...
He straightened up, with one hand around my waist and the other on
my dick. "You bet! Let's go down, through the garage to get
something, then out into the wild woods to see what will come up."
"Cum, up?" I quipped.
"Sure, mine's always up when I cum. Isn't yours?" Jack requipped
me.
"It's so far up that you'd better not jiggle it, or it'll shoot and
may put your eye out!"
He took his hand off my dick and I was both relieved that I wouldn't
cum yet, and sad that his loving hand was gone. Oh well, soon ...
Jack led me into their garage and opened a door on one side. All
kinds of things were in there, though it didn't look as junky as
our "room full of stuff." Jack picked up a thin mattress that
looked like it was for an Army cot, and we headed out the back
door of the garage. "Let's go down behind the tennis courts,"
he said. Tennis courts, I wondered. His folks must be rich. I
looked to see if they had a swimming pool, as a few people up here
did. Nope, just two tennis courts, with a nice lawn behind them.
We got to the lawn that looked hard and dry, since it was August.
It only rains there two months of the year, normally December and
January. Trouble was, the lawn was not smooth or level, and there
were several tree roots running across it. We tried to find a spot
big enough for us and the mattress, then gave it up. Farther on it
got worse. Finally, Jack said "Fuck it! I want to make you feel
good, not get a backache or a broken boner! Let's go back to the
garage."
He led back up the hill, into the same room where he'd gotten the
mattress. "Help me move some of this junk over to that end, then
I'll have a place to get you laid, down." I laughed at his twist
of grammar that my English teacher would have totally rejected. I
was NOT going to reject it or Jack. I wanted to get us both laid
down, ASAP! We started stripping each other, tangling our clothes.
"It's fun to strip another guy, but we're both so anxious that it's
slowing us down. Let's just take off our own." Zipppp! and thirty
seconds later there were two bare, hard teenagers locked in each
other's arms on that mattress. GOD, he felt as good as he looked,
and vice versa! After giving me that "bedroom" smile, Jack leaned
forward and gently kissed me on the lips. I wasn't expecting it.
Pete was the only guy I had ever kissed, during our 6 or 8 times we
got it on at camp this summer. Now I was ready for Jack, though.
I leaned into his gentle kiss, started kissing him back, opened
my lips slightly to caress his lips with the tip of my tongue.
His eyes opened wide, and he said "Well, hello! I think you
learned a lot, after our little episode at Camp."
"Yes, and I thought of you during every single thing that I
learned. I want to do it all, everything that's fun and sexy,
with you!"
"Great! I want to, too, but we have at least three hours, so
there's no rush."
I had been so keyed up to see Jack again, to make love with him,
that I *was* rushing into it. Wait a minute! Did I think "make
love with him?" Damn right! That's what it is! It's so much
more than having sex, or sneaking a little quickie, or slipping
off for a little piece. With Jack it began as "making love"
in the Sierras, and today we were going to do more, the best way
we could figure out. Hell, there I go, again, "Figure it out?"
Bullshit! Just let our bodies take over and do what comes
naturally! or do what cums, naturally! Oh, yeah!
Jack had one arm around my neck and shoulders, stroking down my
chest with his other hand. I could feel my dick jerking and
oozing precum even though he was still six or eight inches above
it. I was holding him the same way, as we both looked deep in
the other guy's eyes.
"Do you know your eyes go from hazel to green when we have sex?"
he asked.
"They DO? I'd never looked, and nobody's ever told me."
"Well, they do, and I think it's real sexy." With that he leaned
in and kissed me again, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I let it in and almost came when he tickled the roof of my mouth
with it. Luckily he moved it down to play "sword fight" against
my tongue, battling with the tips. Fun, but not quite as intense.
Then he began sucking my tongue in like he was sucking on my cock.
Yeah, he had me so worked up that my dick swelled up into a cock!
I moaned, then started sucking until I got his tongue in my mouth
and treated it like a little brother of his cock. Yep, his dick
was definitely in the "cock" stage, now. Oh, man, I didn't think
I could last much longer, and I wanted, no, I NEEDED his cock in
my mouth.
"Jack! Let's take a breath! You'll make me cum way too quick if
you keep doing that!"
"Well, you were getting me pretty close, too. Man, have you
learned a lot in the past six weeks!"
"Let's swing around into my favorite position and I'll show you
the best part of what I know," I said as I got on my knees and
switched ends, lying down facing the most perfect peter, the
prettiest prick, the tastiest tube steak that I had ever seen or
tasted. I gave him one lick across the glans, sipping his precum,
then suckled his rod into my mouth. I took just the head at first,
as I wanted to suck all his precum out that might be in the shaft
or on the way up. I was richly rewarded with almost a tablespoonful
more. Yum! Jack had the tastiest precum I'd EVER had! Most guys
put out a slick, slippery precum that was tasteless or just barely
salty or sweet. Jack produced sweet precum that almost tasted like
some kind of fruit. Apples? Peaches? No! those expensive pears,
whatever you call 'em. Whatever. He was delicious! More, MORE!
I sucked him and got some more. MMmmmm. I'd like a quart a day,
please! I'll use it on my cereal, in my coffee, to drink!
Jack was sucking me all this time, too. I had been so turned on
and tuned in to how his dick felt and tasted in my mouth that I
hadn't realized till now how fanTAStic his mouth made my dick feel!
Oh, OH, OHHHH!! "Jack! How are you DOing that?" I gasped. I
had no idea how he could make my dick feel so GOOD, *SO* good!
He leaned back and smiled down at me as I looked down at him with
a glow. Well, we were each "down" at the other guy's cock, so we
could both look down, couldn't we? We both glowed, and he turned
to take me in his arms, kissed me gently, leaned back again and
asked "Did you like that?"
"I'll give you about three hours to finish that. I HOPE you can
make it last that long!" I really wanted to say I'd give him 30
years to continue that, but just the fleeting thought shut my
brain down. I had never been able to tell a guy that I loved
him, never let myself fall in love, never felt that any guy and
I could have anything more permanent than an afternoon roll in
the hay or sex on a mattress. I was so paranoid about being
"queer" that I could NOT open up to these feelings, could not
even consider that someone could reciprocate and share them
with me for a month, six months, or longer. Impossible!
Totally out of the question! Some day I'll get married.
Fleeting thoughts, flashing in my mind like lightning behind
distant clouds. I supressed them as quickly as they surfaced.
Jack sensed my change to a pensive mood. "Hello. You still
here?" he asked in such a tender, loving tone of voice that I
started to puddle up. Tears spilled over as I tried to smile
and tell him I was OK. "Whoa! Hey, love. What's wrong?"
His use of the term "love" set me off all the way. I'd gone
from totally turned on to totally turned inside out.
"Oh, Jack, you're the most wonderful guy I've ever known or
been with! I don't know why I'm crying, except it's mostly
with happiness. Maybe I'm too happy and know it can't last!
Does that make any sense?" I started to sob and pulled him
tighter, lowering my head into the hollow at the base of his
neck, resting on his shoulder. My tears were wetting his
smooth chest. That made me cry harder while I was trying to
shut off the damned waterworks. DAMN ME! Here I was with the
most perfect, sexiest guy in California, in the middle of the
best sex I'd EVER had, and I go BLAH!
Jack stroked my back, leaned over and murmured into my ear,
"Hey, you are the most sensitive guy I've ever had. This is
so tender and special, to have you bust out crying in the
middle of making love... We are in the middle, aren't we?"
In that pause, I'd realized that this special guy had not
become upset, didn't get turned off or blame me for stopping.
He thought it was tender? special? God, he can make me feel
so good, even when I do something as dumb as this. In the
middle? MIDDLE of it? More suddenly than I'd gone weepy,
I pronged up again. I lifted my head off his shoulder, wiped
away the last tears with the back of my hand that I then put
behind his head and pulled him into the most intense kiss that
we'd shared. And we had shared some pretty wild ones! After
tongue battles we gradually eased into suction, then tender
kisses, then nibbles at each other's lips. As I leaned back
with a smile my hardon poked him under his balls.
"Do I feel that you're better?" he queried, his small grin
becoming a beatific smile. Gad, he lit up that dim little room!
He reached down to grasp my prick, which turned all the passion
back on after the short rainstorm of my emotions. I grabbed
him so hard that he yelped.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jack! I didn't mean to hurt it - I mean you!"
"You didn't. You just surprised me with that clutch play.
Glad you feel better. In fact, you feel wonderful!" he said as
he squeezed and stroked my steel-hard pole. Oh, there goes
some more precum. Jack stroked his thumb across my cockhead
and grinned at me. "That's the way to get back in the game!
Play ball! Seventh inning stretch is over."
He stretched his other arm over his head and in one graceful
move curled his body back around to face the other way. His
thumb on my cockhead was replaced with his tongue, then he
engulfed my dick in his hot, wet, wonderful mouth. Gentle
pressure from his teeth just barely enough to tell they were
there added a new sensation. He licked around and around my
dickhead, then lapped under the tip, where the glans curves up
toward the piss slit.
"OH! THAT'S THE SPOT!" I yelled. Jack's mouth was too full
for him to answer, so he just murmured "Mmmm Hmmm" as I dove
down to try to give him the same pleasures. Sucking in that
perfect, almost white shaft with a pink head, smooth, flawless,
without any veins, bumps, or imperfections. I'd memorized its
looks, now I wanted to memorize how it felt and fit in my mouth,
how it tasted and how much I could do to help Jack feel what I
was feeling. I started licking around and around his head, up
under the tip, just like he'd shown me. I suckled on the head,
then increased the suction to pull it in, or was I pulling my
lips down to his blonde pubic hair? Who cares! I was sucking
it all in, then sliding up to the top while increasing suction.
As I almost came off it, I'd either suck harder or hook my teeth
gently behind the head and lash my tongue tip back and forth
across the tip of the head, in and across his piss slit. Rapid
"butterfly" kisses and tongue lashing.
Now it was Jack's turn to moan and flinch back from the intense
sensations. "Ohhh! OH! Gotta slow down! I didn't know there
was another feeling as intense as cumming, but you just gave me
one," he said with mini-shudders. His butt cheeks were spasming
under my left hand as I held his balls with my right. Gads, even
his scrotum and ass were gorgeous! I'd always thought a guy's
scrotum was just a wrinkled ball sack. Butts were either fat,
OK, or once in a while kind of cute. His was not the "bubble
butt" of young teen athletes, but a trim and perfect part of a
perfect man. Hmmm. Hadn't thought of him as a man, before,
but he sure was. I'd always said "I like boys" including my
first time with Jack. Now I realized he was so much more than
any boy I'd ever been with. He was more mature, sensitive,
tender, sexy, humorous, caring, - - and all the rest.
What were these feelings running around in me?
"OK, I've slowed down enough to go back and speed up," he said
with a grin, as he slid my pecker back into his mouth. Well,
two can play THAT game, partner! I dove down and inhaled his
love muscle, engulfing it with slurps, suction, licks, and a
new up-down motion that I hadn't been using. All the way in to
the back of my mouth plus a little way down my throat. God,
his dick was the perfect size!! I'd had two that were huge,
and I couldn't get any pleasure out of them, nor give any
pleasure to the guys packing them. Anything bigger than a
mouthful seems wasted to me. Don't know why some queers go
for the biggest ones they can find. Maybe they know how to
swallow them. "Pork swords" I think I've heard them called.
I like the five to six inch variety, about an inch to one and a
half inches in diameter. Slurpin' good! Delightfully delish!
Tremendously tasty! With each phrase I was sliding up and down
Jack's pole, feeling him get a little harder and a little
longer, feeling him go as deep as I could take and still enjoy.
What a wonderful match! His dick and my mouth, my dick and his
mouth!
Now I was feeling my nuts start to climb up beside the shaft as
he sucked, licked, tickled, and did things that I couldn't tell
or describe. Oh, yeah, he's put it on the front burner and
turned up the fire! Oh, baby, it's going to start to boil any
second, and when it does, it's going to BOIL OVER!
I guess I was sucking as hard as Jack was, and we both were
bringing our partner up, Up, UP to blastoff. My legs stiffened
without my trying to, my toes started curling under, my belly
tightened, my ass cheeks clenched, as my balls got so close
up and under my shaft that I thought they were trying to get
inside so they could go along for the ride. Oh, boy, Oh, JACK,
OH, "Here I CUM" I shouted, then lunged back down on his dick.
Jack knew I was so close that he didn't dare lift off to tell
me, he just hummed "MMM HMMMM!" and HERE WE CAME!!!! WE WERE
BOTH CUMMMMMMMINGGG!! CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING! MMMMM! mmmMMMMMM!
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm! Four massive shots, almost in
perfect coordination. His first blast ricocheted off my hard
and soft palates, straight down my gullet into my tum. My
first shot felt like it could have gone through a pine board
but he kept sucking so I guess it wasn't fatal. Our second
shots were both as hard or even harder than our first. Our
third shots were slower and gentler, then our fourth shots
were just a nice drink of cum that we both got to savor.
Oh, yeah, if I thought Jack's precum was sweet, it was
NOTHING compared to his delectable cum!! It was like
vanilla pudding but ten times better taste. No way to tell
you how good! If they could freeze it, Ben and Jerry
would go out of business! Deliver a gallon a day, PLEASE!
We both fell back, our heads flopping onto the other guy's
lower thigh after our intense face-to-cock position, lying
on our sides. Winded, spent, gasping, but grinning as we came
down from a sexual high that was TOO intense to describe.
Hell, it was too intense to remember, even right after!
The mind and emotions have certain limits, and we had
exceeded those limits by FAR! Aftershocks, mini shudders
followed by more jolts as our bodies tried to regroup. I
weakly raised my head and saw one more taste of cum oozing
out of Jack's cock so I leaned over, inhaled his dick, and
sucked it all out. He must have been in one of those
aftershudders, as he totally tensed as I sucked his last
cumshot out. He moaned and grabbed my head, not to push me
off. Maybe just to stabilize his body or his dick. After
I swallowed his last cum, he raised my head, lowered his,
and we gently kissed.
The kiss deepened and I realized we were trading cum, sharing
what we got from each other and getting some of our own back!
What a wonderful cocktail! The tail end of cock juice,
exchanged with tenderness and love. This guy was stealing my
heart, which I refused to even consider at the time. Years
later, in retrospect, I would realize that he was offering me
his heart and soul but I was too uptight, too scared to come
out of the closet, terrified of walking in the sunlight like
he did.
Jack was openly "queer," a homo, fag, fruit, or any other
epithet which people threw at him. He was honest, fearless,
yet realistic. He never came on to people who did not want
to play around or get it on. He was so open that most guys
knew what he wanted if he came around. If not, he'd ask or
offer. If he was turned down, he'd say "OK" and move on with
no upset or furor. If the other guy was willing, Jack would
only do things/actions they were both comfortable with.
Never any force, no pressure to give in, no recriminations
if someone backed down. Hell, I'd run away, but here I was,
back with him today. We'd had the most intense, wonderful
sex that any two guys could experience. Truly making love,
though it took me years to use that term. Took me years
to find any guy who came up to 75 percent of Jack.
As we lay there in the afterglow, our breathing slowing, our
eyes coming back into focus, the sheen of sweat starting to dry,
I felt a wonderful emotion. You know what it was, I didn't then.
As I lifted my head to thank Jack and kiss him once more, I saw
him rising up with the same look on his face. We both smiled
and leaned closer, - - closer - - when a car horn sounded
TEN FEET AWAY!
OH, SHIT! His folks were home! They were right outside the
garage! The only thing between them and us was the door of
the little room! We bolted up off the mattress, grabbing for
our clothes. I was grabbing anything to see if it was mine.
No, that's an old baseball glove. A part of a drape. An old
bath towel. "WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?" I whispered hoarsely, in
a stage whisper. Oh, SHIT! I started putting on the next
thing I picked up.
= = = TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 6, "Jack at Home, 2" = = =
Nels