Date: Fri, 26 Feb 1999 20:12:01 +05
From: Nails <nelsbeck@tez.net>
Subject: Jack at Home, 2

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				Jack at Home, 2	
				     by Bob Nelson

  Jack's folks were home!!  We had just finished a 69 session in a 
little room off the garage when they'd pulled in and honked the horn! 
Bare ass naked, still coming down from cumming, down there in the 
darkened room.  Sweaty from sex and now I was sweating bullets, 
frantically trying to find my clothes before Jack or his folks opened 
the door.  Shit, Hell!  OH SHIT, where were my clothes??   I'dalready 
picked up an old towel, a piece of drapery, but where were my 
clothes?

 As I finally found my shorts and was hopping on one leg while trying 
to stuff the other leg into them, I saw Jack in the dim light.  He 
had the door of the room cracked open a little.  I was about to 
holler at him to close it when I realized he was compl ely dressed!  
Well, he had on his short, a T-shirt and his sandals, which was all 
he needed.  How in hell had he  found his clothes and gotten dressed 
so quickly?  I loudly whispered the question to him. He stepped 
closer and said "They're cool.  They know about me and what I like to 
do when friends come to visit.  They'd rather we do it here than on 
some back road where we're in real danger.   Just get yourself 
together and you can come meet them."

 "Meet your folks, right after sucking your cock?" I squeaked.  "How 
the hell could I face them and make polite conversation??"

 "Like I said, they're cool.  But if it embarasses you, you can take 
one of the tennis rackets and a can of tennis balls  from that corner 
over there, then head out to the tennis court and hit some off the 
backboard.  I'll be down in 15 or 20 minutes after I help them unload 
the car.  OK?"

 "Well - - yeah.   I guess that's OK.  YEAH!  That's good.  It just 
surprised me that they're OK, knowing  you're er, uh, a - - "   (I 
was too embarrassed to use one of the slang terms queer, homo, 
fruit, fag)  "uh, a homosexual."  murmured weakly.

 "Yeah, it kind of surprised me a couple of years ago when they 
confronted me, asked if I was attracted to boys but not girls.   I 
was too surprised by the direct question to make up any story, so I 
just said yes.  Then waited for the shit to hit the fan.  It didn't.  
Paul, my Mom's third husband,  said that he'd wondered for a year.  
 He's been more of a father than my Dad, whom I don't remember much 
about.  Dad left when I was six, Mom remarried when I was eight but 
it only lasted a year.  Then when I was twelve she met Paul, they hit 
it off right away, but they both wanted me to be OK with them going 
together.  When Paul asked Mom to marry him, he asked her in front of 
me, and asked ME if it was OK!  It blew me away that they both 
thought that much of how I felt!   I still remember I began to get 
tears in my eyes, had to swallow a lump in my throat, and told them I 
thought it was a great idea, and asked if I could be in the wedding.  
 They both smiled, Paul chuckled and said he liked the idea.  Mom 
said I could "give her away."  I didn't know what it meant then, but 
she walked down the aisle holding onto my arm and I handed her over 
to Paul at the altar.  It was a small wedding but I was really a part 
of it and felt close to Paul ever since - - and closer to Mom.  So, 
when they asked me if I liked boys, I said yes, and really was not d 
noticed that I had a lot of guys over, one at a time,  but had n

  I guess he saw my eyebrow go up in that quizzical look I get and 
most of the time don't even know I do it, when he smiled and said 
"No, we were never friends that way, just pals. But I was happy for 
Tom when he finally found Jerry and they settled down together.   
They told me they were lucky.  Most of the guys like them had trouble 
finding some other guy to care for.  There's an awful lot of 
prejudice, and sometimes real danger our there.  They didn't know why 
some "normal" guys get so bent out of shape when they find out a guy 
is a homo.  There are a lot of derogatory terms about that way of 
life, and some guys have been badly beaten up.  I heard there was one 
killed in the City, a few years ago.  He was just minding his own 
business, having a beer in a bar, when he got pulled outside by some 
big guy who took him into an alley, then came back into the bar 
fifteen minutes later and said `That queer tried to get into mypants! 
 I slugged him and left him there.'   When some others went into the 
alley they found the guy'd had his head bashed in.   So BE CAREFUL. 
We know you didn't just decide to do this or become this way, you 
just are who you are and we love you.  We would rather you have 
friends ove ays High School and sometimes college students 
"spotlighting" the guys and gals necking in cars, like on Page Mill 
Road.

  WOW!  I had just realized this summer that I liked guys and only 
guys, even though I had had a lot of dates with girls.  I'd played 
around with about fifteen guys before Jack gave me my first 
all-the-way blow job, to orgasm, seven weeks ago.  That day I
finally called myself fag, homo, queer, and fruit, but I did it with 
some feeling of relief.  I didn't have to pretend to myself any more. 
 Then Pete and a couple of others at Camp had helped me feel better. 
I felt them all over, and it WAS better.  Hell, if Jack could be this 
open and his folks were OK with it, why did I have to hide?   Shit.  
I knew that it would kill my Mom, and my Dad would kill me if I told 
them I'm queer.  Dad and my older brother were both Captain of the 
high school football team, and were really strong and masculine.  
I'm slim, just barely got enough meat on my bones that they no 
longer call me skinny, and my straight, brown hair just hangs down 
toward my hazel eyes.  I'm trying to grow another inch, to make six 
feet, so I can be taller than either Dad or Bud, but I'll never be 
stronger or as manly.  

 All these thoughts raced through my mind in about five seconds, and 
when I looked up, Jack was reaching out to grab my hand, with a big 
grin on his face.  "You all right?" "Oh, YEAH - - but I think I'll go 
hit a few balls off the back court.  I was on the tennis team last 
year and need a little practice before tryouts in two weeks."

 Jack came closer and hugged me, smiling while he looked into my 
hazel eyes.  "Hey, Bob, did anyone ever tell you your eyes get real 
green when you're having sex and right afterward?"

 "Huh?"  Oh, good reply.  Now he'll know that I have no brains, no 
social ability, and not much else.

 "Maybe I'm the only one who really enjoyed looking at you before, 
during and after the happy time.  I like what I see, and I think it's 
sexy.  Guess I'll be able to tell when you're ready by checking what 
color your eyes are."

 Did I hear him right?  He's planning to have me again, I mean have 
me out here, again?  No, I like it best the first way - - he can have 
me again any time he wants!  The sexiest, handsomest guy I've ever 
known, and completely comfortable about being a homo, so why should 
I be uptight?  At least out here I can be accepted as OK by Jack and  
his folks!  I began to smile as I hugged him back, reached one hand 
down to squeeze one of his cute butt cheeks, and said "Tell your 
folks I needed a little practice, but would be happy to meet them in 
fifteen or twenty minutes, whenever it's convenient for them."

 "That's my Buddy!  Great!  I'll go help them and come get you then.  
 - - and THEN we can go work on my car," he said with a big smirk.

 I wondered what that meant, but figured I'd find out.  Now to put on 
the rest of my clothes, go hit a few balls, and then meet Jack's 
folks.

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 Twenty minutes later Jack came down to the tennis court with his 
folks.  His Mom was the first to reach out to shake my hand, telling 
me how glad she was that I'd come out to visit. Jack's Dad 
(stepfather, actually) echoed her sentiments, adding that he'd heard 
I'd made Eagle Scout during the year I spent in San Diego and 
congratulating me.  Both were warm, friendly folks.  Not like what 
I'd heard about "rich snobs" who lived up here.  They might  be 
rich, but they sure weren't snobs.   I relaxed, we went up to the 
house where Mrs. S. offered us cookies and a new soft drink, 
called Squirt.  Really tasty - - kind of a grapefruit base.  Better 
than Coke and not as sweet or bland as 7-Up.   Nice.  

 Jack said "Bob's going to help me fix my car radio.  I know what I 
want to do, but I need someone else to help me while I'm under the 
dash.  Come on, Bob."
 
 There was something in his tone of voice that clued me in that we 
were going to work on more than the radio, so I quickly said goodbye 
and followed Jack out.  He led me past "our room" to the big back 
yard, then to the other end of the house.  There, attached to the 
house was an open garage or car shed with a year old Ford 
convertible.  "This is YOUR car?"  I exclaimed.   "Yeah, the folks 
helped me some, but I earned most of its cost working at Palo Alto 
Radio Shop.  Now I'm going to retune the tuner to pick up the Police 
Band."

 "How do you do that?" I asked.

 "Easy.  Just readjust the variable potentiometer that the radio uses 
to find and sort out the incoming signals.  Normal AM radio uses part 
of the band, but right next to it is the Police band.  I can adjust 
it but I need you to turn the tuning knob when I tell you to."

 "OK, if you say so, Jack.  I've got the easy part.  Let's get on 
it."

 It was too dark inside the car shed, so Jack started the convertible 
and pulled it outside then put the top down so we'd both have plenty 
of light.  He opened the passenger's door and slid in on the 
floorboards, looking up under the dashboard.  He had a flashlight and 
a couple  of small screwdrivers and a pair of needle-nosed pliers.  
In a minute he said "Turn on the key to the first notch and turn on 
the radio then tune it all the way to the lowest station at the left 
end of the dial."

 I did and got KGO in San Francisco, loud and clear.  "Good.  Now 
turn off the radio and the ignition but hold the knob while I move 
the slider farther than it normally goes.   There.   Now turn the 
ignition and the radio back on and move the tuning knob slowly all 
the way to the left then slowly up the dial."

 I turned the knob slowly, and to my amazement, we heard "Proceed to 
the Rosicrucian Museum by way of the Alameda.  Suspected break-in 
reported."   

 "GREAT!" Jack exclaimed.  "What's the dial read?"   

 "About 550" I replied.  

 "Good!  Now slowly tune it higher.  Real slow."   

 I did, and we heard nothing until I got to KGO again, but this time 
it was about 960 instead of 610. 

"Go back down slowly," Jack suggested.   Slowly and then slower I 
turned the knob.  All of a sudden we heard "Car 12, do you see 
anything around the Quadrangle?"  It was louder than any other 
station we'd heard and Jack bumped his head when it blasted out of 
the speaker. 

 "Ow, but hooray!  That's the Paly P.D., making a sweep through 
Stanford!  Now I've got San Jose and Palo Alto Police bands.  
Probably the others are near those.  Great! Thanks for your help, 
Bob."

 "No problem, Jack, but YOU did all the work.  All I did was turn the 
knob."  While I was saying that, I'd gotten out of the driver's seat 
and gone around the car to lean in the passenger's door and lean over 
Jack to see if I could look up under the dash to see what kind of 
stuff he had worked on.  It was much too crowded to get under there 
with him, but I realized I was laying on his bare legs, across his 
stomach, my head down by his chest.  Sure, it just "happened" that 
way.  Well, it was a simple plan to get back skin-to-skin with him, 
and it was working.  

 "Want me to twist this knob, Jack?" I asked, groping his semi-hard 
dick through his shorts.  "Maybe we can get a few more stations or 
some other action."

 "Yeah, why don't you turn it real slow, like you did on the other 
one?  Maybe you can scan back and forth to see if anything comes in - 
- or cums out."

 "Oh, you want me to tune it out?  You mean take it out to tune it?  
Happy to!" as I popped the buttons on the front of his shorts.   
Welllllllll, what d'ya know?  He hadn't put any underwear on when he 
jumped into his clothes after our 69 snack party!  Look what was 
coming out to look around and get a breath of fresh air.  "Little 
Willie's up looking for action, it looks like" I observed, as I 
gently took his glans between my thumb and forefinger and started to 
"tune it in" by twisting it slightly one way  and then the other.   

 "Hello, Hello.  Come in, HQ.  I can't hear you.  Just a minute, I'll 
get real close and speak into the mike."   I moved directly above his 
now rigid six inch shaft that was waving in the sunlight, leaned over 
and blew gently on it.  "Testing, testing.  Do you read me?"   I 
tapped the tip of his dickhead with one finger then blew on it and 
did the "Testing, testing" bit again, but this time I leaned closer.  

 "Aha!  I see the problem.  There's something on the mike.  I'll get 
it off and we'll try again." so I leaned over and licked his piss 
hole with just the tip of my tongue, but rather firmly, as thought I 
were trying to dislodge something stuck on it.  Then more blowing, a 
little harder this time, then a harder lick.  "Hello, HQ.  Do you 
hear me?  Am I coming in, now?"

 "HQ may not be cumming in, but I will soon if you keep that~up!" 
Jack responded in a muffled voice from under the dash.  

 "Keep it up?  It's perfectly capable of standing up all by itself!  
Look, if I push it sideways it pops right back up!  Push it over 
there, here it comes back, pull it over here, and it cums up again."  

 "Damn near cums, again!  Now PLEASE quit teasing me and swing your 
cock around or run around the car and get in the other door so we can 
use the whole front seat.  That'll give me time to get out from under 
the dash.  You have me at a definite disadvantage!"

 "I haven't had you YET, this afternoon, but we can both have the 
advantage in a minute," I commented as I raced around the car, yanked 
open the driver's door and practically dove across Jack's lovely body 
 - - half way across, that is.   He'd not only come out from under 
the dash, he'd flipped off his T-shirt and slipped off his shorts, so 
all he was wearing was his sandals.  That's OK.  I didn't have a foot 
fetish.  I just wanted his dick in my mouth - - and THERE!  Mmmmmmmm. 
 Got it!!

 From under me I heard Jack holler, "Hey, raise up and let me pull 
your shorts down so I can get in on the action!"   I kept one knee on 
each side of Jack's head and raised my hips so Jack could pop open my 
shorts and get them down to my ankles which were hanging out one 
door, as his hung out the other.   What a way to enjoy a 
convertible!!  Did Henry Ford ever consider this for an ad??  Nah - - 
he was an old Puritan, from what I heard. "OH!  AH!  YEAH!"  I tried 
to shout, but my mouth was full and it came out more like "Mmmm!  
MMMMM!  MMMmmmm!"  but Jack seemed to know what I meant.  He was 
sucking my dick at the same rate and to the same depth that I was 
sucking his.  MMMmm!

 I had to come up for air with all the heat, emotion, passion and 
panting.  I couldn't get enough air through my nose with his dick in 
my mouth.  I raised up, panting, gulping great lungsful of air.  "Oh, 
oh YEAH, Jack!  Oh you are SO GOOD at this.... Yeah, JUST like 
THAT!!!" I grunted, as he took my dick all the way in then pulled off 
slowly until he just had my dickhead in his mouth, then  twirled his 
tongue around and around and around its head.  THEN he began flipping 
his tongue tip across the head of my dick until I thought I'd cum 
unglued.  Next he held my dickhead in his mouth with his lips and 
very light pressure from his teeth while he flipped his tongue up and 
down under the head of my dick where the top of the shaft comes up 
almost to the piss slit. MAN, there must be a thousand nerve endings 
there and they ALL are firing.  Now I KNOW I'll cum unglued.  Or I'll 
just CUM, and CUM  - - - 

 "Jack, I'm about TO CUMMMMMM!"  I shouted as I momentarily raised 
off sucking his perfect peter, his delicious dick, his cumming cock.  
CUMMING COCK!  YES!   We both began to shoot our loads at almost the 
same time, and I felt like I was turning inside out, unable to 
contain all these feelings.  His dick felt so perfect in my mouth, 
his cum tasted so good, his mouth on my dick was perfect.  He was 
swallowing my cum as fast as I was swallowing his.... oh, OH,   OH 
HELL!  I thought.  No, OH, HEAVEN!  I felt spurt after spurt shoot 
out of my dick and out of his dick.  It was almost like I was sucking 
my own dick and cumming like I NEVER had before.  I'd always wanted 
to suck my own, and had been able to lick the tip a few times, but 
THIS WAS THE BEST, EVER!!   

  I slowly opened my eyes as I fired my last shot, not realizing till 
then that I'd had them closed.  I'd seen and felt fireworks, flew and 
soared while cumming, and now as the last bit of cum oozed out I 
began to experience "aftershocks" as the last neural spasms of my 
reproductive system shook me like the tremors we'd all grown up with, 
living just south of San Francisco.  Hell, I'd slept through many a 
3.0 quake.  No big deal till they got above 4.0 

 "Hey, Jack, we just triggered a 7.5 Richter on the Stanford 
seismograph!  Ohh!  Uhhh! These were prob'ly only 3's, but they were 
goooooood!"  One more smaller shudder (about 2.5) and I fell heavily 
onto Jack's body and thighs.  When he mmmphhd, I realized I'd cut off 
his air and rolled onto my side, took one more lick at his last pearl 
of cum oozing out, and stood up.  I slid behind the front seat, then 
climbed back over it so I could lie face to face with Jack, to 
continue that wonderful slide down from the ecstatic sexual heights 
to the gentle ennui afterward.  Ohhh, what a wonderful guy, what a 
beautiful boy, what a great loving man.   I heaved a deep sigh as I 
looked down into his blue eyes.  Normally they were gray-blue, but 
now they were a beautiful deep sea blue.  I leaned forward and kissed 
each eye, then each eyebrow, then each eye again, then his nose, and 
finally his sexy red-lipped mouth.  His lips were redder than usual - 
- could it have been from the friction he'd been using?   Mmmmm.  
They tasted SO good, with just a hint of my cum, but I guessed he was 
getting a taste of his, too.   Mmmm.  What a great kisser!  What a 
terrific guy, perfect day, absolutely fantastic!    I slid down to 
rest my head on his chest. 

 "Jack."

 "What?"

  "That was absolutely perfect!   Thanks!  You are the most  
fantastic  guy I've  ever ~met." I was still coming down from the 
highest sexual peak I'd ever had, since this morning.  I suddenly 
realized that Jack had led me to the greatest heights I'd ever 
reached.  I raised up and looked at him with a slowly widening smile. 

 "Hey there, Sexy.  Your eyes are pure green!  Does that mean you had 
a good time?"

 "Naw, Mister.  I always get green-eyed when I see a Ford convertible 
- - long as there's a gorgeous guy lying across the front seat, nude 
and hard.  YES! ~I had the BEST time I've EVER had!   Did you say you 
needed a cocksucker for your room at college?  Can I apply?  If we 
can do that 6 or 8 times a week I wouldn't need anything else to be 
happy."

 Jack smiled and pulled me down for another of his gentle, sexy, 
French kisses.  Those we shared after orgasm were always gentle.  
Those we started our sessions with were wild and frantic at times.   
Now we were in what I'd later find was called "afterplay."  Back then 
 I'd heard of foreplay, but in my case it was usually a furtive 
grope, or an urgent "I'll do you if you do me."   I had never stuck 
around with a guy after orgasm until I'd met Jack and Pete. What a 
wonderful way to ease back into the world after they'd taken me way 
out of it.

 The late afternoon breeze gave a few puffs which gave us a sudden 
small chill.  We both still had the sexual sweat sheen,  so felt the 
breeze as cooler than it really was.  It was a signal that the 
afternoon was over, wonderful as it had been.  I raised up on my 
knees and backed out of the open car door, stood and stretched, then 
reached back in to give Jack a hand so he could get out.  As I pulled 
him up he continued on into a bare hug, wrapping his arms around me 
and resting his head in the hollow spot where my neck and shoulder 
met. I held him firmly, resting my cheek on his head for a minute or 
two, then brought my hand up from his side to his chin and raised it 
so I could give him a gentle kiss.  He returned it slowly and 
sensually, but with quiet tenderness, not hot passion.  Just a way to 
continue descending from our sexual/sensual heights into the 
comfortable hill country.   

 I pulled back a little and said "Thanks for having me out, today.  
Having me in, first, then having me out, here."

 Jack grinned at my poor puns, and replied "Thanks for cumming - - 
twice!   Hope you can cum out here again, often!!"   I readily and 
randilly perceived the spelling he'd used.

 Slowly we gathered our wide-strewn clothes and put them on.  I was 
tempted to put his on, inside out, just to brag silently that I'd had 
the most desirable boy in the Santa Clara Valley, but then realized 
that would be too blatant for even his folks, and would tip mine off 
wholly. We slid into our shorts, shoes and T's, then Jack endeared 
himself to me even more, if that were possible.  "You worked up a 
sweat biking out here, and two more while you were out here.  Why 
don't you put your bike in my trunk and I'll take you home?"

 "Gee, that's a great plan but it sounds like a lot of trouble for 
you.  I can ride home."

 "No, I want you to help me try out the new radio adjustment, and 
you've never ridden in my car.  Besides, I want to spend another half 
hour with you, if you don't mind."

 "MIND?  I'm so happy when I'm with you that I'd like to spend ALL 
our time together.  Yes, I'll quit trying to be polite and just say 
THANKS.  I'd like that.  Let's go, but no need to hurry unless you 
have to help your folks."

 "No, Mom and Dad said they'd have dinner ready for me about 6 and 
it's only ten till five, now.  Mom asked if you could stay, but you'd 
said you were supposed to be home by five or soon after.  This way we 
can make it just about on time."

 "Great, Jack, and I'd like you to meet my folks, too.  Don't know if 
Dad'll be home, but Mom most likely will.  Grandpa may still be 
walking back from town."

 "Walking?  It must be over four miles from town to your place.  
Which way does he come?"

 "Normally up Grant Road, why? Well, with your bike in the trunk 
there's plenty of room up front for three of us.  Let's go down 
Fremont to El Camino then back up Grant, to see if we see him, so we 
can give him a ride, too.  If we don't find him, it'll give us 
another half hour together.  I'll tell my folks, so they won't expect 
me till six."

 This wonderful  guy was not only gorgeous to look at, sexy as hell, 
but also thoughtful and compassionate.  Maybe just say "Passionate 
and Compassionate."    Helluva guy!

 We loaded the bike, Jack told his folks the plan, and I called my 
folks to tell them I'd be there by 5:30.  Mom said OK, and we were 
off.  I hadn't asked if Grandpa was home.  I didn't want to know, as
I could be with Jack another half hour if we were looking for 
Grandpa.  Jack had loaned me a light windbreaker so we could enjoy 
the top down.  If we found Grandpa we'd put the top up if he wanted 
it up, but he was a young-at-heart old bird and I'd bet that he'd 
enjoy riding in an almost new convertible with the top down.  It was 
still over 75 degrees, and dry, so it was very pleasant.    

 Although we made the big circle almost to Mountain View and back to 
my house, we didn't see Grandpa.  He'd gotten home just before we got 
there, so I didn't have to worry about him.  Not whether he was 
strong enough to hike the five miles, just worried that he might not 
hear a horn if somebody blew it at him.  He was pretty deaf.   Jack 
came in to meet him and Mom.  Dad wasn't home, and Jack apologized 
for not being able to wait.  He explained that his parents were 
expecting him, and asked to use the phone.  He called and let them 
know he was on his way, be there in about ten minutes.

 After he left, both Mom and Grandpa commented on what a nice young 
man he was.  I was so proud that I'd overcome my fear of them 
"finding out about me" by meeting a guy I'd just had sex with.  Jack 
acted like the perfect gentleman - - No, Jack WAS the perfect 
gentleman.  It was no act.  I realized more and more that he was one 
in a million.   

 Dad came home half an hour later and we sat down to supper.  He 
commented that I looked a little tanner and happy.  I just said I had 
a great day, helping a fellow Eagle Scout work on his car, and had 
met his folks.  They were nice, too.  Dad smiled.  Any guy who had 
made Eagle was tops in Dad's book.  Jack was definitely tops in mine! 

  I was already planning another couple of trips back out to his 
house, and now my folks would encourage my visits.  

		Next:   "Jack at Home, Again" - -  cumming soon.

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