Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2004 09:41:40 -0800 (PST)
From: cal ritchie <calritchie2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jack Chapter 4

Matt continues the story

It was hot. Fuck was it hot.

The hot touch of his leg against mine sent waves of desire coursing through
my already overheated senses. He pressed it against me again, and I looked
over at him, and then at Alice, who was dozing quietly in one of the picnic
chairs we'd brought along.

We lay in the long grass behind her where we'd slumped after working our
way through the goodies that she'd packed for us. Jack was wearing a loose
shirt and tight shorts, while I had on my regulation torn cut-offs and the
torn t-shirt that Alice always said made me look like I'd been caught on
barbed wire. He unzipped himself and was stroking his long hard cock and
smiling, as if daring me.

'Alice,' I mouthed silently, nodding in her direction.

'Don't worry,' he mouthed back, and pressed again, this time sliding his
free hand up and down my thigh. I kept my eyes on Alice intently as I
lowered my zipper and hauled out my hard meat. The warm air felt good on it
as I stroked it, and watched a drop of precum glisten, which I squeezed and
let run over my thumb.

I looked at Jack as I licked my hand, then he rolled over onto his side,
his dick almost touching me, so I leaned over and stroked it, feeling its
firmness and smooth strength. He slid his fingers round mine, and ran them
up and down my length. Being easily embarrassed, as I'd mentioned earlier,
I was keen to make sure we weren't being seen, but this part of the picnic
area was deserted, and if it hadn't been for Alice slumped in the chair, it
would have been perfect.

This was like I'd always wanted it to be after college with a pal,
wandering up to the sports field after everyone had gone home, and enjoying
mutual masturbation in a changing room.

It just never happened.

And now, this was the first time that Jack had made a move on me since he'd
arrived at the house, and I was so keyed up that I knew I'd shoot my wad
any time now, so I desperately tried to control my thoughts, but seeing
that brown, manly hand stroking my meat just threw my senses into a turmoil
and I felt that old familiar hot wave building up, and sure enough, I
suddenly spurted a fountain of milky semen that arched and plopped back,
splashing over Jack's hand.

I shivered as I continued to cum, my spunk pulsing it's load before
weakening slightly, and all the time Jack maintained the same stroke until
I tapped his hand for him to stop.

He wiped his hand on some grass, then suddenly zipped himself up and rose
to his feet while I struggled to wipe the spunk from my cut-offs in the
same way.  'Well, I guess we'd better pack up the picnic things eh, Alice?'
he announced in a calm voice.

I couldn't believe he'd done this to me! He'd made me cum and then
completely ignored me. I was furious, stuffing my cock into my cut-offs
just as Alice turned round.

'Yes dear,' she said in a sleepy voice, 'Do you think it's time we went
home?'  The return journey was really quiet. Jack sat in the back while
Alice rode next to me in the passenger seat. She didn't like riding in the
back of cars, and I occasionally glanced at Jack in the driving mirror, his
eyes meeting mine, and he'd smile like at some private joke that I sure as
hell didn't get.

Ever since he'd arrived I'd wanted to get my hands on him, and now it was
like he was flirting with me playing hard to get!

Christ, my prick was so hard again it was painful. I was real mad, and
figured if that was the best he could do then he needn't fuckin' bother!

The afternoon wore on and while Jack tried to make some sort of sexual
small talk back at the house whenever Alice was out of the room, I merely
grunted my reply and wandered off. I hated myself for doing it because he
made my cock leap whenever I was near him. I just didn't understand how he
could have been so off-hand with me back in the picnic area.

It got to 9.00 and Jack announced that he was turning in, so Alice and I
said our goodnights to him, and I watched him as he left the room.

'He's awfully fond of you, Matt,' Alice said quietly, as she watched the
TV.

I stared at the fireplace, my cock sliding down inside the length of my
cut-offs.

'I've asked him to stay here to keep you company when I go to my sister's
next month. I hope you don't mind.'

My prick rose yet again. Maybe Jack and I would get on better with just the
two of us here.

I brightened up.

'Sure, no problem.'

'Well I'm turning in now, dear,' she said, rising from her seat. 'Make sure
everything is locked up, won't you?'

I decided to leave it for a half hour or so, then I followed her, locking
the doors and switching off the lights as I went.

Upstairs, Alice had given Jack the guest bedroom, which was along the hall
from mine and right opposite hers. I crept past Jack's, seeing that there
was no light under the door, nor under Alice's, so I showered and padded
back to my room, with a towel wrapped round my waist, then turned out the
lights, leaving the house in darkness.

I closed my door behind me, and lay back on my bed, spread my legs and
pulled the towel from beneath me and played with myself until I was hard,
idly stroking it as I gazed out of the window at the night sky through the
crack in the curtains, thinking about Jack and wanting him badly, even
though I was still mad at him. Spreading my legs wider, as far as they
would go, I reached down and cupped my balls as I stroked, then I ran a
finger further down, so that it dipped into my anus.

I was hot, and I needed cock.

My thoughts started to take on more and more horny aspects, that all
involved Jack - maybe a threesome, or two cocks up my ass, watersports,
scat and bondage; I wanted to role play with Jack, and I wanted to spread
my legs just for him, drinking his cum and feeling him deep in my ass, but
at some point my brain must have said 'enough!' because I suddenly awoke
from a sleep that I didn't know I'd drifted into, to the sound of my
bedroom door opening. Then it closed again, and I sensed someone moving
along by the side of my bed. I rolled over onto my back, seeing only a
shape in the gloom, then a strong hand stroked my thigh, so I moved over to
the wall and let my unseen guest lay down next to me.

He gently caressed me with one hand exploring my body under his light
touch, then I felt his cock press against my stomach, and our two erections
slid side by side up between us. He was leaking, and so was I, leaving cool
damp trails on our stomachs. The dark made it more exciting, even though I
knew who my night visitor was but it could have been any man, and that was
where the thrill lay.

A slightly stubbled chin scraped softly against mine and our mouths found
each other, our lips parted and his hot tongue darted in to meet mine as I
closed my eyes and gave myself up to him, sliding my hand between us to
feel his hard, strong meat, gripping it tightly, as if afraid he might
leave me.

He was breathing harshly through his nostrils as we kissed, our mouths
awash with each other's saliva, and I ached for the strength in his studly
body and those muscular arms embracing me.

'I want to taste you,' I whispered, pulling free and sliding down to take
that cock in my mouth for the very first time.

His flesh was hot, and giving off that musky man-smell that always turned
me on and I licked his pre-cum, running the point of my tongue round - and
in - his piss slit, feeling him jump slightly as I did so, then I took his
meat further into my mouth, an inch at a time, breathing hard, he was so
big. Somehow my throat seemed to take him in, and now my eyes were wide
open, even though I could see little in the dark, I could sense the sheer
size of him, and then my nose crinkled as I reached his hot tangled bush
with the beads of sweat clinging in the hair.

I briefly let him slide from me, almost letting the tip leave my mouth,
before taking him all the way back in again, my eyes now watering
slightly. He gasped each time I let his cock slither out and again when I
re-took him.

He tapped me on the shoulder.

'Lie still,' he whispered.

I felt movement, then I realised that he had turned his body and we were
now nose to tail, lying on our sides. His open thighs and cock were level
with my mouth, and then he started to suck on me.

He took me in deep, and he fingered my asshole. I tried to concentrate on
sucking him, but when he dipped two fingers into me, I had to fling my head
back at the glorious sensation.

'More!' I cried hoarsely, and he duly obliged by dipping in four fingers,
up to the knuckle inside me, then I leaned forward and tended to his cock
again, taking him all the way in, and slowly fellating him, my senses now
heady with what he was doing to my ass, mixed with the pleasure of the
manly odor that filled the air.

At that moment I think I had genuine love for Jack. It's hard to explain;
I'm promiscuous and I'm happy with that because there's always someone new,
always a new body - but it seemed so right with Jack that, at that moment
in time, I hoped he'd never leave.

At that moment in time.

Once the afterglow of the orgasm and the spurting cum had passed, then Jack
would revert to being very desirable.

For now, I loved and needed him.

His head was moving expertly on my cock, sucking me at such a rate that I
knew I couldn't hold out for long, but I didn't want him leaving like he
did earlier this afternoon.

'Stop, Jack!' I almost cried out, then I felt him slide round again, so we
were face to face.

'Fuck me, Jack,' I murmured, stroking the side of his face. 'There's some
lube in the drawer by the bed.' He reached over and brought out a tube,
which he cracked open. I lay on my back, spread and ready, as he moved
round so that he was between my legs.

His strong hands raised my thighs so I was balanced on his legs, spreading
me, as his cockhead pushed against my hole.

This was bliss, and I opened myself up to him as wide as I could so he
could slide into me, that bulbous head filling my hole, and then the rest
of his length slid oozing into me, with a slicky, greased sound from my
rectum, until his balls were snug against my ass. Again there was that
'full' feeling that I'd experienced the first time with the dildo, making
me gasp out loud, but now this was a living breathing man fucking me, not a
piece of plastic.

He began to ride my body and my heart soared, and I felt as though his cock
was right up to my throat, as he plowed me, his flesh rising and his
cockhead spreading inside me, as though exploring my body. I grasped my
cock, and massaged it to make it hard again - it was difficult to sustain a
hard-on when I was full of cock, but I managed.

Jack plundered me, and I reached up with my free hand to stroke his chest
and six-pack, feeling the tension and strain as we fucked, his voice
groaning above me, and splashes of sweat dripping on me.

I was transported.

This was every horny dream I'd ever had come true; this desirable hunk
filling my body with his hard cock, his hands holding my thighs, and
pulling the ring of my ass round his probing cock.

I beat myself vigorously, not knowing how long it would be before Jack
dropped his load inside me, and longing to get there at the same time. His
breathing was really harsh now, and his chest heaved, as I stroked his
nipple, and ran my fingers in the sweat that was drenching his thick chest
hair.

He groaned a deep groan of pleasure, and slumped momentarily, before I
realised that his thighs were now driving against me with ragged, uneven
yet strong thrusts. I opened my mouth wide, almost by instinct, my whole
body tensed and wired, then

'Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!' he gasped, and panted. 'Jeeesssusss,
Matt... fuckfuckfuck!'

The first hot stab of cum hit my bowels, and then the full flood bathed my
insides with his semen. And just as the last vestige of my sanity seemed to
desert me, I shot my wad, splattering it onto my chest and chin, my hand
becoming bathed in a viscous glove as I continued to jack off.

He pistoned into me for what seemed like ages, and damp spread beneath me
as cum leaked out of me round his cock. At last he his flow subsided and he
lowered himself to kiss me, his face a mass of creamy sweat that poured off
him and onto me, then he slowly rolled off and out of me. I clamped my hand
to my ass as the wave of cum emerged from within me, and I grabbed some
tissues from the drawer sticking them up my ass to stem the flow.

Then I lay back next to Jack, our breathing seeming to fill the whole
room. as my ass continued to buzz.

'Why did you leave me so suddenly this afternoon?' I heard myself asking in
between my panting breaths.

'I wanted you to want me more.'

'You knew I wanted you!'

'Maybe I just wanted this instead.'

His hand stroked my sweat-stained forehead as he spoke softly. 'Maybe I
wanted you here, in bed, and not in some grassy fucking picnic area.'

I nodded in the darkness as he stroked my chest and stomach, running his
fingers through the pools of spunk that gathered there. I silently gave
thanks for having had a dream come true, and from what Alice had said; it
looked like I'd have Jack to myself for a while longer.