At last, you posted it... and it was worth the long wait!!!
Keep this one up, Neil.
At last, you posted it... and it was worth the long wait!!!
Keep this one up, Neil.
At my age it is hard to remember the players, so Neil, can you post more often?
I like the new guy! I think Shawn has finally found his mate. Hope you post another chapter soon!
We don't stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing
I'll be posting soon. I have half the chapter written, and had written the other half, but didn't like the way it was going and I saw nowhere for it to go, so I deleted the crappy part this morning and am rewriting it.
Sorry, I'd hoped for an update today, but it doesn't look promising.
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
Looking forward to the next chapter. Thank you.
I woke up this morning feeling pretty good and whipped off the rest of this chapter. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
I kind of felt sorry for Shawn's new friend. I think he was lost in the excitement, sort of like Shawn used to zone out on us and do things he didn't know he was doing. That's the impression I got when the new guy's orgasm was over. Funny how neither Jason nor I could remember his name. We'd have to pay better attention next time we heard it.
Anyway, when the new guy finished unloading his balls into Shawn's mouth, he opened his eyes and looked down at him, and then it was like he noticed us for the first time. He shoved his dick back into his pants and ran out of the room without even doing them up. Shawn was on his feet a moment later, chasing after him. Shawn's ass looked incredible in those open-mesh shorts he wore. He looked incredible any old time, but dressed in those shorts, he was mouth-watering. My cock rose to its full height once more as my mind imagined my face tucked between those cheeks as I stuck my tongue through that mesh and gave Shawn's ass a lick or two.
"Our baby is growing up, Scotty," Jason said, a hint of pride in his voice. "We taught him well."
"I think we've created a monster."
"Better that he's a cocksucker than a chainsaw killer."
"Maybe we can rent him out," I suggested. "Help pay for his upkeep."
Jason looked down at my swollen crotch. "He sure keeps you up, doesn't he?" He looked up into my face as I looked down at him. "It was his ass in those shorts, wasn't it?"
"Don't make me drool, Jason."
Jason grinned up at me. "I'm not so sure his ass belongs to you anymore. He seems quite smitten with his new friend."
I started to laugh, long and hard.
"What?" Jason asked.
"Since when do you use words like ‘smitten'?"
Before he could answer, Shawn reappeared in the room. His shorts were as open-mesh at the front as they were at the back. He seemed totally unaware of them. "My apologies, Sirs," he said professionally. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Whatever's going is fine by me, Shawnie."
"Same here," I added.
"How's your new friend?" Jason asked. His voice sounded genuinely concerned. "He ran out of here in a big hurry."
"James is okay," Shawn replied.
"James!" I said. "I've got to remember that name."
"He's rather embarrassed, but he's fine," Shawn continued. "I'd like your permission to ask him to stay the day."
"You don't need my permission, Shawnie," Jason said. "If you want him here, and he wants to be here, he's more than welcome to stay as long as he likes."
Shawn smiled his handsome smile. "Thank you, Sir," he replied.
Jason laughed suddenly. "How in hell do you manage to stay so formal when you're standing there in the underwear?"
Shawn looked down at himself, then back up, blushing as he raised his head, but smiling as well. "It's my job, Sir. Would you like breakfast in bed?"
Jason thought for a moment. "Nah," he said. "We'll eat at the table, but cook enough for you and James as well. You're both joining us this morning."
"That wouldn't be proper, Sir."
"I decide what's proper around here, Shawnie," Jason smiled. "Now, get that pretty little ass of yours to work before Scotty rips those shorts right off you."
Shawn smiled back. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
"We'll be out as soon as we have a shower."
Shawn nodded and left the room.
Jason hooked his arm behind my back and pulled me onto him once more. "Now, where were we?" he asked.
"Right here," I said and I pressed my lips against his.
* * * * *
James appeared more than a little bit embarrassed when Jason and I showed up in the kitchen stark-assed naked and with roaring hardons. He gasped as his eyes sprang wide open.
Shawn was working at the counter, still dressed in those mesh shorts and looking absolutely delicious. He looked around at the sound of James' small gasp and glanced at us, then to his new friend. "Get used to it, James," he said as he returned to his work. "Anything goes around here."
For me, ‘anything' was Shawn's scrumptious ass. It looked good in everything he wore, and it looked better in everything he didn't wear, but never had it looked as good as it did in those open-mesh shorts. I don't know what it was about them. Maybe the fact that they covered him, but they made him so accessible at the same time. I mean, he was wearing shorts, and I loved licking and tasting a man in shorts, but there was skin there, too, and I loved licking and tasting a man's skin. It was the best of both worlds. Two of life's greatest pleasures at exactly the same time.
I unconsciously licked my lips and began to move forward but I had taken only one step toward Shawn when Jason grabbed my shoulder, holding me firmly in place. When I turned to him, he was grinning. He knew what was going on in my mind. "I'm hungry," he said. "You can eat all you want after we have breakfast."
I looked back at Shawn's ass. It was quivering now, bouncing in tempo with his shoulders as he giggled quietly to himself. He knew what I had in mind as well. With one more lick of my lips and a rather sorrowful sigh, I followed Jason's guidance to the table and sat down. Shawn followed moments later with mugs of coffee for both of us. James already had his sitting in front of him. He was looking at us with the cutest look of confusion on his face that I've ever seen. "Don't you guys ever put on clothes?"
"When we go out we do," Jason replied. "Around here, it's not worth the time putting them on. As soon as one of us puts something on, the other one takes it off again." He shrugged one massive shoulder. "Saves a lot of time."
"And you do whatever you want anytime you want?"
"And with whoever we want," Jason added. "Except for you, of course, until you decide if you're willing to join in. Until then, you're off limits, but afterward. . . . If you see something you like, you go for it. We share everything around here, but we always know who it is we come back to, don't we, Babe?" He looked at me with his beautiful dark eyes and I melted under his gaze before he looked back at James. "Of course, it's up to you and Shawnie, too. If you'd rather stick to just yourselves, that's cool, but you'd better get used to sharing Shawnie with us. I'm not about to give him up."
"You mean like this morning when he went into your room and just started. . . you know. . . giving you a blowjob?"
Jason nodded, then grinned at the expression on James' face. "Don't worry, though," he continued. "You won't be neglected. If you're into it, you just shove your dick into any mouth or ass that's available. I recommend Scotty, here. He's the best cocksucker in town. Aren't you, Babe?"
"So I've been told," I said.
James was shaking his head slowly back and forth. "So, if I wanted a blowjob, I'd just ask for one?"
"Three mouths," Jason said. "No waiting. Of course, only Shawnie has your permission so far." He turned to our valet. "How was it, Shawnie?"
Shawn looked over his shoulder at us and grinned. "Delicious. I can't wait for the encore."
Blood rushed to James' face and ears, turning them a brilliant shade of red as he grinned in embarrassment. His gaze dropped to the table. "Aw, come on," he mumbled.
Jason laughed out loud. "God, you're cute when you blush," he exclaimed. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you around here."
"Which reminds me," Shawn interrupted as he turned toward us. "James doesn't go back to work until Wednesday night. Would you mind if he stays here with us until then?"
"If he wants to, sure," Jason said. "Whatever you want, Shawnie."
"I don't want to be a pest," James said quickly. His face was still red, but the blush was slowly fading. "I'll pay my share."
"Like hell you will," Jason told him. "You're here as Shawnie's guest and that makes you our guest, too, and guests don't pay to stay here. You can park that pretty little ass of yours here as long as you want."
"Thank you," James replied, blushing a deeper shade of red again.
"For what? Letting you stay here or for saying you have a pretty little ass?"
James' gaze dropped to the table again, but the grin remained. "Both, I guess," he replied.
I reached across the table and put my hand over James' hand where it rested on the table in front of hm. "What we're trying to tell you, James, is that you're welcome to stay here, but don't think you have to put out for us. We're a wacky group, but we don't make anyone do anything they're not comfortable doing. If you want to participate, that's fine. If you don't, that's fine, too. You set all your limits. Understand?"
James was still blushing, but his embarrassed grin turned into an appreciative smile. "Yes, I do. Thank you."
"We may tease you, but we'll never, ever expect you to do anything you don't want to do."
"Thank you," he said again. "This is all so new to me. It's going to take me awhile to get used to it."
"Have you enjoyed yourself here so far?" Jason asked.
With a glance at Shawn, James replied, "Yes. Very much."
"Then that's all that counts."
Shawn served our breakfast then. Mine was without Shawn's special seasoning that morning, but, when I looked at him, he knew without me saying anything and flicked his eyes quickly toward his new friend. I understood that he probably didn't want to gross James out. I didn't mind. I knew I could get it fresh from the pump after breakfast if I wanted it badly enough.
Jason wasn't quite as considerate of our company. I had barely made it through half of my breakfast when Jason jumped up from his chair and pushed it back with his legs, his hardon dangling over his plate. "Fuck this shit," he announced. "I can't concentrate on eating with this thing staring up at me!"
He turned toward me, his cock pointing directly at me. I knew my cue. I turned in my chair, grabbed Jason by the hips, and pulled his crotch toward me. He opened his legs, stepping to the outside of my own legs. The tip of his cock touched my lips as I opened them, then slid past them, into my mouth and then into my throat. In one smooth move, I was eating his entire cock and my nose was pressed into the hairy mat on his belly.
To my right, James mumbled, "Holy, shit," and then fell silent again as Jason hooked his fingers into my hair and began rocking his hips, sliding his cock into and out of my more-than-willing mouth.
"That's the way, Scotty," he grumbled gruffly, his voice full of excitement and good feelings. "Show Jimmy what that mouth of yours can do."
Jason fucked my mouth, shoving his cock in and out and letting everyone in the room know how good he was feeling with his loud moans and words of encouragement. He fucked me that way for a few minutes, his cock sliding easily down my throat and out again. Finally, he pulled out entirely, grabbing his meat with his right hand. His other hand still held my head firmly in place as he washed my face with his cock, my saliva and his precum leaving moist streamers on my skin. With practiced flicks of his wrist, he slapped my cheeks with his cock, the sound echoing throughout the kitchen.
His cockhead found my nose, poking into each nostril in turn and allowing me the opportunity to smell his sex. I had my tongue stuck out as far as it would go, licking his shaft wherever I could reach. Jason moved his hips back slightly, his cockhead coming to rest on my tongue. With more flicks of his wrist, he clubbed my tongue with his cock. Thin ropes of precum launched themselves against my face. Jason assaulted my face for a few moments longer, then angled his cock upward, pressing it into my face and maneuvering his hips until his balls were dangling before my lips. I gave them the treatment they deserved.
"Oh, yeah, Scotty," Jason moaned. "Do my nuts, Babe!"
I licked and nipped at his balls before sucking them one at a time into my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue. Jason grabbed my head again and hunched his hips into my face.
"Fuck, you know how to treat me good, Scotty," Jason mumbled through his clenched teeth. "Suck them good for me. Make me cum, Scotty. I need to cum!"
And he did. Moments later, he pushed my head away from his balls and got the swollen and smooth head of his cock inside my lips just as he unleashed his second torrent of cream that morning. His moans and groans rumbled through the apartment as he pumped volley after volley of his ‘jazz' into me.
I emptied his nuts for him savouring every drop and enjoying every quiver and twitch of his spasming body. I pulled him into my throat again, leaving his cock there until it began to grow soft.
My lips slurped and made a sucking sound when Jason jerked his hips back and away from me. His hands moved from my head to beneath my arms, lifting me quickly to my feet. He dropped to his knees and sucked my own rampant cock into his mouth. Minutes later, I was pumping my own cream into him.
When it was all over, Jason rose to his feet, kissed me, and sat down without saying a single word and finished eating his breakfast.
Just like that.
Welcome to the family, James.
* * * * *
Shawn was going to call for a taxi so he could go with his new friend to pick up some clean clothes for James, but Jason heard him on the phone and told him to cancel it. We'd take them.
"I don't want to be a bother," Shawn said.
"Do I have to smack you upside the head to get through to you, Shawnie?" Jason grinned. "It's no bother. Now, go get that pretty little ass of yours into something that won't get you arrested."
Jason turned to me and winked. "Maybe we should go get dressed, too," he joked. "You know, in case we have to get out of the car or something."
I sighed in mock exasperation. "Well, if you insist."
"If it's any consolation, I won't be wearing any underwear."
A half-hour later, we were showered and dressed and heading to James' place. I rode in the middle of the front seat with my hand in Jason's open zipper, of course. He had a gear shift to play with and I thought it was only fair that I should be able to play with mine, too. It wasn't long before I'd pulled his cock out through the open jeans, though. It was much more fun to play with it when I could actually see it.
Playing with Jason's cock took my mind back to the days of ‘quid pro quo' when I'd first become involved with Jason. I remembered how much of a shithead he'd been to me then, how he always made me play with his cock whenever he was driving. And now he was such a sweetheart and I didn't have to be asked to play with him. It had become a matter of routine by now. I considered myself extremely lucky to have found in Jason the man of my dreams. What's more, I, apparently, was his. Life was good.
Jason had no objections to me waving his flag in public. He never did. He enjoyed me holding his cock as much as I did. I didn't really jerk him off or anything, but I did stroke it. Not much, mind you. Just enough to keep it hard. Besides, the longer I kept him hard, the more fun I would have with it later on when I could give it some serious attention.
Before long, the precum began to pop in Jason's piss slit. From the seat behind me, James asked, "Is that what I think it is?" To which Shawn replied, "Yup."
That made Jason's cock jump for some reason and a huge glob of lube gathered in a bubble at the tip. Not one to waste a tempting treat, I bent over and licked it off, savouring the delicious flavour of Jason's juices, and then, with a few noisy slurps for James' benefit, I sucked the head into my mouth and gave my man a taste of what was to come. Jason rewarded me with his own taste as more precum flowed out of his cock and onto my tongue.
I felt a tug on the back of the car seat and then James' voice came from just above me. "Holy shit!"
I sat back up again as James' hands released the headrest of the seat, leaned back, and smacked my lips before letting out the best ‘yummy' sound I could make. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at James before my eyes lowered to his crotch, surprised to find it solidly encased in Shawn's hand. I was even more surprised to see Shawn's crotch encased in James' hand.
James' pale blue eyes found mine when I looked back up into his face. "Bet you never thought you'd be doing this when you went to work yesterday, did you?" I asked.
James' grin was delightfully innocent, but very pleasant. "No, but I think I like it."
My grin matched his as I winked at him.
Two blocks later, we were parked in front of James' apartment building. James and Shawn gave themselves time to let their cocks cool down a bit before getting out of the car. "We won't be long," Shawn said.
"Take your time, Shawnie," Jason replied with a smirk. "I have a feeling Scotty's going to be busy for the next few minutes anyway."
Taking my cue, I unbuckled my seatbelt and bent myself over Jason's lap, sucking his cock into my throat until the denim of his jeans tickled my nose and chin.
"See?" Jason added, then settled back into the seat to enjoy his blowjob.
I hadn't planned on doing anything other than some leisurely sucking, but Jason soon let me know that he wanted something a bit more serious than that. His fingers entwined themselves into my hair and his hands began moving my face up and down on his cock. It slid easily into and out of my throat. Soon, though, I'd set up my own rhythm and Jason removed his hands from my head, his left coming to rest on his thigh and his right falling to my back as I concentrated on pleasuring his cock.
I had bobbed my head only a few times when a strange voice spoke through the window behind me. "You lucky son of a bitch," the voice said. "I'd sell my soul for a blowjob right now."
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
Sometimes my big mouth gets me in trouble.
Great chapter Neil. Thanks for the xmas present!
Neil Dear Guy, what a wonderful Christmas present ...... THANK YOU
So glad you're feeling a bit better.
Have yourself a Happy Christmas
Peace & Love
He better not have red hair and a smelly crotch
I tried that style of not forward planning before I wrote, and just making it up as I go along. After 5,000 words I just bottled it.
I think you're better at this than me After all, I'd be shocked if this was under 80,000 words, and I know WB has to be at least 200,000
As for the new character, I reckon he should have blonde hair, and smell faintly of lemon and cinnamon. And have well defined cheekbones. Oh, and bedroom eyes.
And very little clothes on.
Ah, isn't fiction a wonderful thing!
No wonder I need a break!
I know what he looks like. That isn't him. Sorry. (Okay. Maybe the bedroom eyes. I'll give you the bedroom eyes.)As for the new character, I reckon he should have blonde hair, and smell faintly of lemon and cinnamon. And have well defined cheekbones. Oh, and bedroom eyes.
And very little clothes on.
Ah, isn't fiction a wonderful thing!
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
What a contrast to "Watching Brad". lol
What a great gift it was to find Chapter 29 under my tree. As much as I love Watchhing Brad, it is good to be reminded of what the life can be when lived to the fullest.
Glad to hear that you are feeling better in time for the big day. hope you have a great Christmas and the joy lasts through the 2007 year.
Will be looking forward to starting the year with the next chapter of Brad.
And that's one impressive wordcount, and it's still worth reading! I don't think I've ever read a story which went over 400k words while still being readable before. Well done
You know this story can keep a person in a constant state of hardness. Now I know I was missing this story. Good show there Neil.
Thanks for that Neil. Hope you are feeling better and had a Merry Christmas, or whatever you celebrate.
Thanks for the hot Christmas gift. It means more to me than you will ever know. Shawn and James make a grand couple.
I hope you are feeling much better? Take care of yourself.
Neil, have a very Merry Christmas and a GREAT Boxing Day. I am thinking of you!
"It is better to be thought stupid, then to speak and remove all doubt!"
Wonderful as always. I love this story so much. Thank you.
Filmmaker, Author, 2006 Time Magazine Person of the Year, and Engelbert Humperdinck's biggest fan!
this story is sooooo fucking hot!!!!!!!!!
TAKING CARE OF JASON
As much as I loved having it there, I let Jason's cock slip from my throat and past my lips as I sat up in my seat beside him. The sound of the voice had startled me. Jason, for his part, made no attempt whatsoever to cover the flagpole sticking up out of his crotch, letting it wave proudly in the late-morning breeze wafting through the open windows.
I turned my head to see the body attached to the voice and was met with what I can only describe as a smaller version of Jason. The young man was bent over, his forearms leaning on the window frame, his head and upper body framed against the morning sunlight. His black hair was trimmed short on the sides and back, but longer on top and properly gelled so that it stuck up in rigid little spikes. His eyes were milk-chocolate brown, shaded by black eyebrows and lashes. His bulbous nose looked as though it had met a few fists in its day and leaned slightly toward his left cheek. His smile was bright and white but his well-tanned face looked dirty from the dark stubble on his cheeks and chin and neck. He was one of those guys who always looked like he needed a shave. He definitely had the look of a sportsman about him.
He had a tatoo on his left biceps - a small, colourful dragon with its head biting at his shoulder and the claws digging into his upper arm. The long tail twisted and turned, wrapping itself under his arm and disappearing beneath it. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his black underarm hair was clearly visible to the world, slightly moist from his sweat. A patch of short, black hair spread out from the base of his neck and down his chest, spreading out as it grew toward his pecs, surrounding them in a shadowed mat. He was quite muscular and it was obvious that he worked out, but I guessed that it was more for his sport than for looks. I suppose it would be better to describe him having a well-toned and well-honed look.
I could smell him from where I sat. Not that he reeked of BO or anything. It was a manly smell which can't be disguised with sweet-smelling soap or shampoo fresh out of the shower.
I glanced quickly back at Jason, who was grinning at me, then back at the newcomer. Jason clearly recognized the look in my eyes.
"Man," he said, "you are one lucky dude!"
"Which one?" I asked.
"Both! Him for having that log between his legs and you for being able to chow down on the whole thing."
"Well," I said, "if the bottom part of you is anything like the top. . ." I left the sentence unfinished. "Could you stand up for a second?"
He did, and his crotch filled the window. I wasn't disappointed. His blue T-shirt was tucked into the waistband of his cut-offs. His shorts weren't really tight, yet they bulged with the promise of tantalizing surprises inside which swelled even more as I looked.
He bent down again, propping himself against the window frame as before and flashing that brilliant smile once again. "So, did I pass inspection?"
"Hop in," I told him.
"Oh, man, I'd give my left nut to join you, but I'm meeting a buddy of mine. I don't have time even for a quickie."
"Bring him along," Jason suggested. "Scotty here will take care of both of you."
The new guy shrugged his shoulders and the dragon looked like it was trying to give him a hickey. "I don't know if he's into this shit."
"Won't hurt to ask," Jason said. "I'm sure whatever you guys planned to do, getting a blowjob would be a lot more fun."
"Damned straight!" the newcomer exclaimed, showing me that bright smile once more. "We're just going to hang out and play video games." He looked past me at Jason's cock, still waving in the breeze. "Shit!" he said. "Fuck the games! If he doesn't want to go along, I'll go by myself." He looked to his right, up the street in front of us. "He's just a few doors up. I'll go ask."
"Take your time," Jason said. "We're waiting for a friend of ours."
"Does he suck, too?"
"Only with a Hoover," Jason replied. "He's our live-in housekeeper."
"Live-in housekeeper," the young guy repeated as he gave Jason's old car the once-over. "Yeah, right!" Boy, was he in for a surprise! Then his eyes turned to me. "You'll do. Hell, you're prettier than most of the girls I've gone out with."
"Man, those eyes of yours," he added with a half-smirk. "Do you wear contacts?"
"Nope. They're all mine."
"Shit." He looked past me at Jason once again and shook his head. "You lucky son of a bitch." He leaned away from the door, grasping the frame with his left hand while his right hand shifted the T-shirt around to cover his swelling crotch. "Don't you guys leave without me. One way or the other, I'm going with you."
"We'll be waiting," Jason promised. "Scotty's got a job to finish here anyway."
The guy slapped the frame with his palm, flashed us a wide grin, and said, "Be right back."
As he began to stand up and turn, I bent over Jason's crotch again, sucked his cockhead into my mouth, and began making the loudest sucking sounds I could make.
Jason shouted, "Hey!"
A moment later, the voice came through the window. "Yeah?"
"What's your name?"
"Chuck. My friend's name is Ren."
"I'm Jason. This is Scott." Jason lovingly patted the back of my head as I continued sucking his cock.
Behind me, the guy whispered, "Shit," then, with a desperate plea in is voice, said, "Please don't leave with out me!" There was another slap of a palm on the frame and then footsteps running away from the car.
"You may want to see this, Scotty," Jason said.
I sat up quickly, looking out the front window at the ass which was quickly being carried down the street by the sprinting young man. "Now that's a football player's ass," I said.
"I know where he'll be sitting," Jason joked. I didn't see the smirk on his face - I was too busy watching the ass bouncing up the street - but I knew it was there. I could hear it in his voice.
I decided to leave Jason's blowjob until we got home. He wanted his nut then, but I knew it would be a better nut a bit later. So, I sat there in the middle of the front seat of the car and held onto his cock for him, keeping him hard.
"You're going to make we wait, aren't you, Babe?"
"I want him to see what a fun time he has in store for him."
Jason just stared at me, smiling. I melted into his dark eyes and smiled back. "Promise me you'll never leave me, Scotty."
"The only way you'll get rid of me is by throwing my ass off the balcony."
"Only if I can hold you in my arms all the way down." He glanced quickly at my lips then leaned forward to kiss me.
* * * * *
Shawn and James returned before Chuck and Ren made an appearance, climbing into the back seat and dropping James' backpack onto the floor.
"We're waiting for some new recruits," Jason said over his shoulder.
I looked back as well, saying, "They're about your age, James. You might know them. Chuck and Ren?"
A horrified look came over James' face and he moved to grab up his backpack. "Oh, shit. Sorry, Shawn," he said urgently. "I've got to get out of here!"
"Why?" Shawn asked as he grabbed James by the arm. "Do you know them?"
"Too well!" James replied. "We went to high school together. They used to tease the shit out of me because of my ears."
"Relax, James," Jason said. "There'll be no more teasing. You have my word on that."
"No! They won't stop!" James continued. "And seeing me with you guys, it will only get worse!"
"James, please," Shawn begged. "I don't want you to go. Listen to Jason. If he says they won't tease you anymore, you can bet your life on it."
"You don't know these guys, Shawn. They won't stop just because Jason tells them to."
"Oh, yes they will," I assured him. "Jason can be extremely persuasive. And if that doesn't work, he'll pound the shit out of ‘em."
"Trust me, Jimmy," Jason said. "It ends today."
James froze where he was sitting, Shawn's hand still on his arm, his backpack still in his own hand. He looked from Jason to me, then to Shawn, and back to Jason again. "Why would you do that for me?"
"Because you're Shawnie's friend," Jason said, "and Shawnie is family. That makes you family, too, and I take good care of my family."
James sat there in silence. The fear was still in his eyes.
"Trust me, Jimmy," Jason said softly.
James' eyes slowly softened but the trepidation remained. Then he sat back in the seat and let the backpack slip out of his fingers and fall to the floor. "Okay," he said. "I'll trust you." Still, he asked Shawn if he would trade places with him.
* * * * *
"Shit," James muttered from the back seat of the car, "here they come."
We all turned our attention to the front window, watching as Chuck and his friend, Ren, came jogging up the street toward us.
"Just relax, Jimmy," Jason said without taking his eyes off the two young men running toward us. Ren was shorter than Chuck with a European look to him. Spanish, maybe.
"What's ‘Ren' short for?" I asked James over my shoulder, still holding Jason's cock in my hand.
"His last name, ‘Renaldo'," James replied. "His first name is Duncan, I think."
"Like the Cisco Kid," Jason said.
"Who?" I asked.
I didn't get an answer. By that time, Chuck and his friend had reached us and Chuck was pulling open the door as Ren was opening the back door. As Chuck stuck his head in, he noticed James in the back seat near the far window and the funniest look of horror filled his face and he froze in his tracks.
"J-James!" he stammered in his surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to visit with my friend, Shawn," James replied. "What are you doing here?"
"I. . . um. . . I mean. . . we. . . um. . . Ren and me. . . um. . ."
"They're lookin' to get their cocks sucked," Jason answered for him as Chuck's head spun around to stare at Jason. "By a man. Isn't that right, Chuckie?"
The look of horror on Chuck's face turned to absolute terror. "We. . . um. . . Oh, Christ!" His head whipped back around to James. "You won't say anything to anyone, will you, Jimmy Boy?"
"No, he won't," Jason answered again as Chuck looked at him once more. "At least he won't if you apologize for teasing him all these years and promise never to tease him again. And don't ever call him ‘Jimmy Boy' again. No-one calls him ‘Jimmy' except me. Got it?"
"Yes," Chuck said.
"Good. Now apologize to him."
"I'm sorry, Jim. . ." His eyes flashed for a moment to Jason, then back again. "I'm sorry, James. Please! Please, don't tell anyone!"
"That's begging, Chuckie," Jason said firmly. "I want to hear an apology."
"Christ," Chuck repeated. He was still standing outside the car, but he turned a bit, rested his right knee on the seat, and put his arms on the back of the seat. His friend was still waiting at the back door, bent over to look inside. "Look, James, we're sorry we teased you. Right Ren?"
"Yes," Ren said, speaking for the first time. "We're both really sorry."
"We didn't mean anything by it," Chuck continued. "Just some harmless fun. I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings, and I promise never to do it again."
James remained silent for a long moment, holding Chuck's stare, and then he nodded. "Okay," he said and he held out his hand for Chuck to shake, which he did with some urgency.
"Look, man, you're not going to say anything to anyone about me. . . you know. . . wanting a blowjob from a guy?"
"No," James replied. "Besides, it's none of my business what you do."
Chuck's face relaxed and he actually smiled. "Thanks, man," he said. "I owe you one. Hey, look. You don't think I'm queer or anything because I want a blowjob from a guy or anything, do you?"
"Like I said, Charles, it's none of my business."
Chuck heaved a big sigh of relief and he relaxed even more. "Cuz I'm not a fag, you know."
Jason cleared his throat in warning.
Chuck's head spun around to look at him. "Sorry. ‘Gay'." To James, he repeated, "I'm not gay, you know."
"I wouldn't care if you were," James said.
"But I'm not," Chuck insisted.
"Look," Jason interrupted. "If you want a blowjob, get your ass in the car and quit dickin' around. I'm still waiting for the rest of mine and I'm not getting it until we get home." He turned the ignition key and started the car. Both Chuck and Ren scrambled inside before Jason decided to drive off without them.
* * * * *
"Holy, Christ!" Chuck exclaimed as we pulled into the parking garage beneath our apartment building. "You really live here!?"
"We sure do," Jason answered him.
"Then why do you drive this piece of crap?"
"To keep people like you from begging me for money," Jason said. "Now, shut up. You're spoiling my mood."
Chuck shut up until after we'd ridden the elevator to our floor and entered our apartment. "Holy, Christ," he mumbled under his breath. "You could land a plane in this place."
"Shawnie," Jason said, "see to our guests first, would you? Scotty and I will have a beer."
"Yes, Sir," Shawn replied
"Oh, and make some sandwiches. I'm a little hungry."
"You really have a housekeeper?" Chuck asked. I was enjoying the look of shock on his face.
"I told you I did," Jason answered. As Jason and I went into the livingroom, leaving the new guys behind so Shawn could see to their needs, Jason began peeling off his shirt. I quickly followed suit. "Before you do anything with those guys, I need a little help, Scotty."
"With great pleasure, Sir," I replied. I fell into Jason's arms and he wrapped them around me as he kissed me. I wriggled my hands between us and began opening Jason's jeans and sliding them off his hips. He wasn't wearing underwear, which made my job much easier.
I reluctantly broke the kiss and slid my way down his hairy chest until I was kneeling before him. His cock was standing out straight and proud once again, but I ignored it for the moment as I untied his shoes, pulled them off, and tossed them aside. His socks and jeans came off next and Jason was standing totally and hugely naked in front of me. His hands came around my neck and pulled me forward. I opened my mouth and let the cock slide inside until my nose was nestled in his pubes.
"Holy, fuck," came a voice behind me.
"I told you he was good." I recognized that voice as Chuck's.
I was better than good. I had to be. Jason loved my blowjobs, but this time he wasn't really interested in getting one. This time, his only intent was to blast a load. With that goal in mind, he locked his fingers together behind my head and started rocking his hips back and forth, shoving his cock deep into my throat and then pulling it back out again until only the head was locked behind my lips. Jason could throw a serious fuck into my ass, and now he was showing our new friends how seriously he could fuck my face as well. I could actually hear his balls slapping against my chin.
He was just as loud as he always was, letting me know how good I was making him feel and telling me when he was getting close to busting his nut, but he didn't really have to tell me. His pulsating and swelling cock had sent me that message long before his mouth did.
His hands moved to my hair, his fingers twisting into it and holding me fast has his hips pumped harder and faster. Over and over again, his cock slid into my throat and back out again and I worked my tongue and lips and cheeks and suction power to suck the cum right out of his balls.
His final groan of ecstasy began somewhere deep in his chest and rose to his throat and out of his open mouth, filling the room with an animal roar as he pushed his cock in one last time and held me there, pumping his cream deep inside me.
I didn't have to swallow. His cream slid down my throat with ease.
After the third blast of jizz, though, he pulled out a bit, shooting the rest of his cream onto my tongue so I could enjoy it more and do some major sucking so he could enjoy it more, too. Jason's knees began to buckle and his incredible body began to sink to the floor. I grabbed his hips and followed him down without losing my lip-lock on his cock until he was flat on his back on the floor and I was kneeling between his legs.
One good thing about making Jason wait before he cums - his orgasms just go on and on. It's like two loads in one. Not that I mind, of course. I can handle as much as he wants to give me. Finally, his cock stopped pumping and I stopped sucking. His hands fell away from behind my head and to his sides, but I kept my mouth were it was, letting his cock grow soft inside me as I teased the last, stray drops of cum out of it by running my tongue up the tube beneath his meat.
I felt Jason move and looked up his body to his face. He was looking at me over his still-heaving chest, then he clasped his hands beneath my armpits and pulled me forward on top of him, wrapping his arms around my back again and kissing his thanks to me.
When we finally remembered that we had company, we turned our heads to the side. Ren had his hand over his crotch, his palm slowly massaging his cock through his shorts. Chuck wasn't quite as discreet. His shorts were open and his hand was shoved inside his underwear and slowly stroking his cock. I guess he was too excited to be shy about it.
"Oh, man, that was hot!" Chuck said. "I've never seen a guy get a blowjob before."
Ren agreed with him. "Neither have I."
"Which one of us are you going to do first?"
I rolled off Jason and stood up, toed off my shoes and undid my pants. "First things first," I told them. "Get those clothes off."
Both Ren and Chuck scrambled to get out of their clothes. "All of them?" Chuck asked.
"Nothing but skin," I told him.
Chuck was taller than Ren and he had a long, thin cock. Ren was shorter and stockier, but he was also hairier, and it was light brown to match the longish hair on his head. He kept his crotch hidden by his hand, though. When they were both naked, I instructed Chuck to sit on the floor and spread his legs, then I told Ren to stand in front of his friend, his feet on either side of his legs, and to sit down between them. Ren did so, still holding his hand over his cock and pressing it straight up against his belly. Chuck, on the other hand, leaned back on his hands, his cock standing up long and strong, waiting for a pair of lips. Even after Ren was sitting on the floor, his legs bent and on either side of his friend's hips, he kept his hand where it was.
"Come on, Ren," I told him. "Move your hand."
He stared at me with a sort of shy sadness in his eyes. He glanced quickly at Jason, then back at me again. "I've still got my skin," he said quietly. "And I'm not very big." He glanced at our crotches. "Not as big as any of you guys, at least."
"I didn't think you'd want to do me because I'm not. . . you know. . . cut."
I thought Ren was just shy. I hadn't realized he was so self-conscious about his foreskin that he was afraid I wouldn't want to suck it. Worse, though, I got the feeling that he was afraid that he would be rejected. I knelt beside the two friends and put my hand on Ren's wrist, lifting his hand away from his body. His cock certainly wasn't big, and he certainly wasn't cut, but it was still a beautiful cock. I held it in my hand as I bent over him, opened my mouth, and sank his cock into me. Above me, I could hear his sighs of pleasure.
I bobbed my head a few times before pulling away from him and looking him in the eye. "Delicious," I smiled encouragingly, and he smiled back at me. I leaned back and added, "Now, scoot your bum forward."
Ren shifted himself forward a bit but was careful to avoid any physical contact with Chuck.
"Come on, Ren," I ordered. "All the way. Cock to cock. Balls to balls."
"Why!?" Chuck asked, a look of shock on his face.
"I can't suck you both off at the same time when you're that far apart." I said.
I wish you could have seen the expressions on their faces.
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
Thanks Neil. That was good and 2 new characters too.
I do love suprises, and Neil, you are a Maestro of inventive scenario's.
Great stuff Neil, Thank you.
Definitely well worth waiting for !!!!
Will these two initiates cum back for more ???
cant wait for the next instalment!!!!!
Thank you for another wonderful chapter.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
Ren had a look of keen interest and curiosity on his face. Chuck had one of undisguised disgust as he wriggled himself away from his friend.
"No way I'm going cock to cock and balls to balls with any guy!" he announced emphatically. "Even if he is my best friend. Do us one at a time."
"Nope," I said to him with a sly smirk. "No deal. Either I do you both at the same time or I'll take care of Ren here and you can take care of yourself."
"But you promised me a blowjob!" Chuck objected.
"I didn't promise you anything. I said I'd give you one, and this is how I want to do it. Both of you at the same time, cock to cock and balls to balls, or I just blow Ren. The choice is yours."
Chuck just sat there, staring at me, then he looked at his friend.
"Fine," I said, and I bent over once more and sucked Ren's tasty meat back into my mouth. My right arm wrapped itself around his ass, my right hand holding his opposite hip, and my left hand found his balls.
A healthy and appreciative sigh passed over Ren's lips and he leaned back onto his hands.
It's not often I have the chance to suck an uncut cock, and I was enjoying it enormously. It's a totally different experience from sucking a cut dick. There's a different flavour, and there's so much more for my tongue and lips and teeth to play with. From Ren's reactions, it was my guess that he hadn't had very many blowjobs in his life. Unfortunately, a lot of people tend to shy away from uncut guys. Of course, there's a lot of guys out there like myself who don't mind a bit of skin, as long as the guy keeps himself clean, and it was obvious that Ren did that.
My lips tightened around the head, trapping his skin, then pushed it down his shaft as my mouth slid down. His uncovered head met my tongue and I used its tip to tease the ridge and the tender valley beneath it where the cockhead meets the shaft. Ren's hips pushed up into my face and another loud, extended sigh of pleasure came out of him.
"Okay! Okay!" Chuck shouted anxiously. "Okay, I'll do it! Shit. I'll do it."
I lifted my head from Ren's crotch and he whimpered when I did. Chuck was staring at me.
"I'll do it," he repeated, then with a look at his friend, he added, "So help me, Ren, if you ever tell anyone about this, I'll fuckin' kill you."
"Hey!" Jason shouted from the sofa where he was sitting, watching and waiting. "No more of that shit in my house! If you want to play, fine. None of us here will think anything of it and none of us will say anything, but if you're going to keep on the way you're going, I'll kick your sorry ass out of here so fast. . ."
He didn't have to finish the sentence to make his point.
Chuck looked from Jason to his friend. "Sorry, Ren," he said sincerely. "I can't afford to let anyone find out what I'm doing here."
"I'm here too, Chuck," Ren said. "I'm in the same boat as you, and I'll be doing the same thing you're doing. You should know me well enough by now to know that I'd never say anything to anyone about anything we do here." He looked at me, then at Jason, before continuing. "I trust these guys. I don't think they'll say anything to anyone either. Besides, it's not much different than when we wrestle together."
Oooo! Wrestling! That sounded interesting. "Naked?" I asked. I was surprised that it was Chuck who nodded the response. "New deal," I said. "I'll do you both at the same time, but you have to wrestle for me after. Naked. Deal?"
The friends looked at each other, communicating silently, then Chuck nodded again. "Deal," he said.
I noticed that he hadn't lost his hardon as he slid his bum forward. He and Ren moved together until their crotches met each other, their balls pressing together and their hard, young cocks lying flat against their stomachs.
Ren's cock was a fair bit shorter than Chucks, but, the way he was seated, their cockheads were almost even with each other. I reached out my left hand once more, hooking my fingers behind Chuck's cock and lifting it away from his downy belly. I caught Ren's cock with my thumb and lifted it away as well, then closed my hands around them until their cocks were pressed together.
As I stroked them, I wriggled my right hand beneath their legs, letting it settle into the space beneath their balls and gently closed my fingers around them, rolling them together in my palm. I looked at both their handsome, young faces and smiled. "You guys are close friends, but you're about to become a lot closer." I opened my mouth and leaned over, capturing their cockheads between my lips.
Let me tell you. Chuck may have hated the idea of sticking his dick upside Ren's, but he sure didn't mind it when they were stuffed in my mouth.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" he called out as his hips heaved off the floor, shoving his cock deeper into my mouth. When he dropped his hips again, I followed his cock down until both heads lodged themselves at the entrance to my throat. I'd sucked two cocks at the same time a few times before and I knew I could do it again.
Behind me, Jason began to chant, "Go, Scotty, go! Go, Scotty, go!"
I sucked in a deep breath through my nose, swallowed once and relaxed my throat, and let my head drop. Their cocks slid into my throat as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.
"Holy Jesus fuckin' shit!" Chuck was getting inventive with his exclamations.
I left my mouth where it was for a moment, letting two sets of pubic curls tickle both of my cheeks, and then I began a slow, noisy bobbing of my head. Ren was so sweet. Not only could I feel his cock jumping and jerking inside my mouth, I could feel his entire body reacting as well. His grunts came out in sharp, rapid squeaks, each one accompanied by a body spasm, as I lowered my head and, when I reached the bottom, his body would relax and a whimpering sigh could be heard. The entire process repeated itself with each trip up and down his cock.
It was interesting, taking two cocks at the same time. Each one had its own taste and texture, and each one reacted in its own way as I sucked them. Gay guys are usually pretty eager to share a blowjob with a friend, but the idea of a straight guy rubbing cocks with another straight guy isn't something straight guys really want to do. I lucked out getting two straight guys who were friendly enough with each other to be conned into it.
I saw movement in front of me. A pair of feet appeared, coming to a stop in front of me, standing on the other side of the newcomers. I recognized those feet. They belonged to Jason.
"Stay cool, guys," Jason said above me. He knelt on the floor and sat on his heels. I looked up to see his familiar, delicious, and very hard cock pointing at me. He spread his legs wide and crawled forward, planting his thighs against each of our new friends' hips and planting his cock in my face. He was already dripping lube, and he grabbed his cock between his fingers and thumb and rubbed his cockhead over my upper lip. His cock lodged itself under my nose, giving me an extra-special treat and causing me to suck even harder. My right hand moved from Ren's hip to Jason's massive thigh and I dug my fingers into the muscles there. I was waiting for Chuck to object to Jason's intrusion on his personal space, but I guess he was too busy enjoying the extra-special treatment I was now giving his cock since Jason entered the picture.
"Oh, man!" Chuck groaned. "This is so kick ass hot!"
"Fuckin' right," Jason moaned. "I love watching my Scotty making another guy feel good. It's twice as hot watching him do the two of you at the same time. Show these boys how you suck cock, Scotty. Eat them right down to the balls!"
I'd like to say that I'm talented enough to handle all three cocks a the same time, that my mouth is big enough to do it, but I'm not that talented and it's not that pliable. And I haven't lied to you yet, so I'm not about to start lying to you now. Sucking off three cocks and taking three loads of jizz into my mouth at the same time is something that happens only in my dreams.
Still, with Jason's cock stuck in my face and his glorious smell filling my nostrils, I became a man obsessed. Jason is my aphrodisiac. Pick one of the senses - touch, smell, sight, taste, or hearing - and any one of those can send me up the wall as far as Jason is concerned. Put all five of them together and I go nuts. Four of them were in high gear at the moment. That left only taste, and I was about to crank that one up as well.
I still had my thumb and finger wrapped around the base of the base of their cocks and, as my mouth slid up their poles, my fingers followed, grasping their cocks in my fist. As I lifted my lips away from their cocks, I trapped Ren's foreskin between them, stretching it past the head of his cock and rolling it back and forth by moving my lower jaw sideways. I heard Ren moan his appreciation and his body began to quiver in excitement as I toyed with his skin. I flapped my tongue at is as I worked it with my lips and that sent another wave of quivers through him.
"Oh, yeah, Babe," Jason said in his deep, husky voice. "That's the way to work it." Meanwhile, he was still rubbing his cock over my face, leaving trails of warm, sensual precum on my skin.
"Fuckin' A, man!" Chuck observed heartily.
My hand moved away from the two cocks and I pressed it against Chuck's hard, fur-covered stomach. I continued playing with Ren's foreskin for a minute or so longer before releasing it. His cock slapped hard against his belly with a loud, wet smack as I dove onto Jason's cock, sucking him down my throat and burying the entire thing in my throat in one fell swoop.
"Holy, fuck," Chuck said. "He does that so easy."
At the same time as he said that, I felt something pushing my legs apart as I knelt there beside them. I realized it was a head and it was working its way toward my crotch. A nose passed under my balls, and then warm breath blew across them. I moved my legs farther apart as the head advanced, and then I felt a tongue on my cock, dragging up the solid shaft until it reached the head. A hand came at me from the side, a finger catching the top of my cock and pulling it down to the mouth below.
"Holy, shit," Chuck exclaimed to my left. "He sucks, too?"
"He's not just another pretty face," Jason told him. I could hear the smirk in his voice.
It was Shawn's mouth, of course. I could tell without even looking.
I moaned onto Jason's cock and sucked him even harder before releasing him and going after Chuck's cock. A few bobs of my head and I moved to Ren's cock. Then Jason again, and back to Chuck and Ren. Around and around I went, giving three blowjobs at the same time.
Shawn, meanwhile, worked his magic on my own cock, sucking it as deeply into his mouth as he could manage in his position. I didn't mind. Shawn was a natural, and he could do things with his mouth that even I had yet to master. His tongue and lips began to work on my flesh and I could feel my cock jump within the heat of his body as the breaths from his nostrils tickled my belly hair. Everything was working for me. I was excited, and even more so now that Shawn was helping me out from behind, and I had three hot, sexy, and extremely horny men in front of me and their cocks were waiting for me to do what needed to be done. So I did it.
Once again, I began switching back and forth from cock to cock, giving each a few teasing sucks and bobs of my head before moving on to the next. After a few rounds, I leaned back slightly and looked down at Shawn. Somehow, he managed to smile with my cock stuffed in his face. His eyes twinkled brightly at me as he winked. And then I remembered James. I glanced over my shoulder to find him sitting on the sofa watching Shawn jerking off. James was doing the same except that he still had his clothes on and had only opened his jeans and pulled out his cock.
James noticed me looking and suddenly stopped stroking himself, but a smile and a wink and a nod from me let him know that no-one had any objections. When I turned my attention back to the three young men in front of me, Ren was still leaning back on both hands, waiting patiently. Jason was working up another glob of precum for me, and Chuck had his hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking it up and down to keep it nice and hard for me.
On impulse, I reached for Ren's cock, lifting it away from his stomach and pushing it with my fingers until it was rubbing against the back of Chuck's stroking fingers. Either Chuck was lost in the moment or he was more into this than he would care to admit, but he opened his fingers, wrapped them around Ren's meat, and clasped them both together as I pulled my hand away. A moment later, he was stroking both cocks at the same time.
I leaned over those two cocks and sucked Jason back into my mouth again.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
"That feels good, Shawn," James said quietly to me.
After I had prepared the drinks for Jason's guests, I set about making a fresh pot of coffee and some sandwiches for them. James sat at the table, keeping me company and speaking softly to me so as not to disturb the oral and manual gymnastics going on in the next room. When I finished arranging the sandwiches and pickles and cheese on the serving platter, I turned to find James standing in the doorway, watching the action.
I stepped up beside him and put my arm around his waist, pulling him close to me. He put his arm around my back and hugged my shoulder to him. It is difficult for me to describe the feelings I was feeling at that moment. James was so warm and tender and his body burnt itself into me with exquisite heat where we touched and his sweet, innocent scent came to me. I think I had an idea what those feelings were, but, never having been in love before, I couldn't label them as such. Secretly, though, I hoped that I was correct in my assessment. If this was love, I was enjoying it very much and I wanted it not to end.
When he spoke to me, I came out of my reverie, realizing suddenly that my hand had moved from his waist to his right buttock and was gently caressing the solid yet soft and supple cheek. I moved my hand back to his waist, but James quickly grasped my wrist and moved it to his backside once again.
I melted under his smile and his voice flowed into me as if it were a living thing. "I kinda like it there," he said, and then, much to my surprise, he twisted his head around and pressed his lips to mine. James kissed me with more passion than I would have expected and it was his turn to teach me as his tongue began to search out the inside of my mouth. Our tongues danced a small tango when they encountered each other and my cock sprang to life, pressing into my shorts with such urgency that I was forced to shift it to a more comfortable position.
James left me breathless when he ended the kiss and we stood there staring into each other's eyes for the longest time. His breath blew over me in tiny butterfly wing flutters. "I kinda liked that, too," he said with the tiniest of smiles on his lips. We said nothing more to each other. Instead, we let our eyes speak for us, and James' lovely, pale-blue eyes spoke volumes to me.
As one, we turned our heads back to the spectacle going on before us in the other room. Jason had moved from the sofa and was now kneeling on the floor opposite Scott, taking his turn as Scott busied himself servicing all three men in front of him. We watched them and listened to them for awhile, marvelling at the way the two new initiates were so quickly becoming involved in the events.
I was maneuvering my penis once more, giving it a momentary squeeze as I did to, when James spoke again. "You want to join them, don't you?"
"How did you know?" I asked.
We were looking at each other now, and James simply smiled at me and said, "Just a lucky guess."
"I won't if you don't want me to."
"I don't mind," he replied softly. "I don't think I can join in. Not just yet, anyway, but I don't mind if you want to join them."
"Are you sure you don't mind? I'd like to give Scott a helping hand. He's so nice to me and I've been neglecting him lately."
"I'm sorry," James replied. "I hope I'm not in the way."
"No," I hastened to add. "Not at all. It's just that I do a few special things for him, and I haven't been doing them since you came here."
"I already know you give them blowjobs. I don't mind if you continue to do that."
It was my turn to blush, but I thought it would be a good time to tell him. "Well, I do that, but I do other things for him, too."
I thought quickly. "Well, Scott likes it when I. . . um. . ." How could I put this delicately? "He likes it when I. . . um. . . masturbate into his breakfast."
James snorted his laugh through his nose. "You're kidding, right?"
I shook my head, keeping my face as serious and sincere as I could. "No, James," I said, "I'm not kidding. I haven't done it with you here. I was afraid it might freak you out and you'd go running away, and I don't want you to go."
James took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before he spoke again. "I don't want to go either, Shawn. This is all new to me. I don't really know what guys do together, but I want to find out because I think I want to do it, too. I want you to promise me something."
"I don't want you to hold back anymore. I don't want you to protect me. Do what you usually do, and tell Jason and Scott to do what they usually do, too." He grinned at my surprise and his ears and cheeks turned a delightful shade of blush. Then his grin disappeared. "I want you to do what you want to do, Shawn. I want to know what you like. I want to know what you do."
"I don't want to chase you away, James."
"You won't," he said as he looked back at the foursome beyond the sofa. "This doesn't bother me. In fact, it's kind of exciting to watch. As long as you don't expect me to join in until I'm ready, I think it would be more exciting to watch you, too."
He turned his head back to me and his gaze met mine. "Okay," I told him as I moved my hand from his backside and placed it over his heart. "I promise. But I want you to promise me something, too."
James nodded his head.
"If it gets too much for you, if what I'm doing bothers you and you feel like you want to leave, tell me and I'll stop. You're becoming very important to me, James, and I don't want to do anything that will chase you away from me."
He nodded again and his smile returned. "I promise. Now, show me what it's like to live here."
I kissed his cheek, then stepped away from him. "No holding back," I said as I began to remove my clothes.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
I could tell Jason was getting close, and I had a pretty good idea that Chuck and Ren were cranking up to blast their nuts, too. I moved back and forth from Jason's cock to the two cocks now being held in Chuck's hand. Not only was Chuck balls to balls with his best friend, he was jerking off both of them at the same time whenever I was busy with Jason. Chuck had put on a good show, acting all macho and everything, but, as soon as his cock took over for his brain, all worry about what anyone would think about him flew right out the window. It would be interesting to discover how far his cock would take him.
Shawn was doing a real number on my own cock as I was sucking the new meat on the block. The harder he sucked, the harder I sucked my two new suck-buddies. I could feel Shawn's arm moving against my leg and I knew he was jerking himself off and, the harder I sucked on the two delicious cockheads, the harder he sucked me and the faster he jerked. In front of me, Jason was also jerking himself off. From where they sat on the floor, both Ren and Chuck had a bird's eye view of me with both of their cocks stuffed in my cheeks and my cock stuffed in Shawn's mouth. They could see this hairy mountain of a man stroking his meat and playing with his balls and shouting out encouragement to everyone, and they could see Shawn masturbating, and, if James was still similarly occupied, they could see that as well.
Six men and six cocks, all worked up and ready to blow.
I thought Ren would be first. He had been so anxious and excited about the whole thing, despite his initial reservations about being uncut, but, as soon as he found out I had no aversions to it, he got into the scene and was thoroughly enjoying himself. I knew I'd be sucking his cock again before he went home, and only his cock. I wanted to enjoy the experience without props, and I wanted him to know what a real cocksucker could do with a cock that still had its skin.
And so, it was Chuck - Mr. Macho - Mr. I Ain't Putting My Cock Next To His - who blew his wad first. I knew by the way his cock started to swell and jerk, and by the way his breathing came faster and harder, and by the way he started jerking both cocks faster, that he was on the edge and ready to tip over.
"Holy, shit, man!" he shouted out, "I'm gonna blow!"
"Me, too!" Ren called out almost breathlessly. "Oh God, me, too!"
My head stopped moving and I turned all my efforts to their cockheads as Chuck smacked my lips and chin with every up stroke of his hand.
"Take it all, Scotty," Jason urged. "Suck those balls dry!"
I had every intention of doing so.
Chuck groaned loudly and his hand worked even harder. "Oh, man, it's coming!"
Jason was stroking hard and fast now, his cock aimed right at my face.
"Holy, fuckin' shit! I'm cumming!"
The first blast of cream from Chuck's cock blasted against the back of my tongue and I gathered it there along with the second blast. I let it drip down over their cockheads, and that sent Ren over the edge as well.
As two spasming cocks blasted into my mouth, Jason's moans grew louder and more intense. I was watching his cock and I saw the piss slit begin to pulsate and I got my eyes closed just in time to receive his first blast of cum full on. It splattered against my nose and splashed to who knows where. The second squirt caught me square on the forehead, just below my hairline.
With three cocks spurting off at the same time, two in my mouth and one all over my face, I started blowing my load into Shawn's mouth and he gobbled it up eagerly. Moments later, I heard him groaning on my cock and I felt his lips tighten around my meat, and then I felt the hot splashes of his cum travelling up my back and over my head. "Holy, shit, Shawnie!" Jason exclaimed and I knew that Shawn's torpedo had reached its target on Jason's chest. More distant groans made me suspect that James was also blowing his own load all over himself.
There was cum everywhere, and it just kept flowing. I was grateful for the soundproof walls. The noise was almost deafening. Six guys cumming and six guys moaning and groaning. I swallowed double-time to keep up with the amount of jism pouring into my mouth, and I could taste the difference from each one until their juice combined to make a completely new flavour. I could feel Jason's cum continuing to splash all over my face and head, running down my cheeks in narrow, white streams and dripping off my chin to land on the bodies below, and I could feel Shawn's cum painting my ass and back as he slurped my own cream into himself.
I was in cum heaven and everyone else was in heaven, cumming.
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
It just keeps getting better. I think this is your best story to date, Neil. Keep it up.
Great chapter Neil.
Breathtaking! I loved it! This just keeps getting better. Can't wait until the next installment.
Filmmaker, Author, 2006 Time Magazine Person of the Year, and Engelbert Humperdinck's biggest fan!
This story just keeps getting hotter and hotter. Thanks Neil.
It's been a hell long time since I last dropped in here, so I have to catch up with all your chapters right now. Just wish me luck that I don't have a black ring eye after long hours reading it. Anyway you are truly master of writing! I like a few new characters you brought into the story and I love to see that Shawn finally has found someone worth of his love. I wish I could have found right now cos I'm tired being lonely. Ok I'll post more after I've finished reading it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you Neil!
"....For I am just a man, seeking for someone to love and be loved..."
Well, this is the way it began until a few complaints came my way and I quickly wrote that 'Only Jason and Shawn' thing. But, the damage is done now and I've gone back to the old ways. I can't correct it now.
(But thanks for your wonderful comments both here and in 'Watching Brad'.)
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
TAKING CARE OF JASON
Shawn extracted himself from between my wide-spread legs as I knelt in front of Chuck and Ren, letting my cock slip from his mouth with a loud slurping sound. Jason knelt on the other side of them, still coaxing the last drops of cum from his dwindling cock. I could see him when I tilted my eyes upward. Neither Chuck nor Ren appeared to have any intention of going soft following their orgasms.
I let the two young and randy cocks slip from between my lips and sat back on my heels. Their cocks remained together, held in place by Chuck's grasping fist. Ren looked into his friend's face, then reached his right hand to join Chuck's, wrapping around the upper shafts and, in tandem with Chuck's slow stroking, began to stroke as well.
And we were all in cum heaven.
Let me give you a quick recap in case you've forgot whose cum was where. Both Chuck and Ren had given me two very healthy and very heavy loads of jism, and both loads were now in my belly and lingering on my tongue and inside my cheeks. Most of Jason's cum was dripping down my face and off my chin, falling to my heaving chest. The rest lay in puddles on the bellies of our two new friends who sat cock to cock and balls to balls. They didn't seem to mind Jason's cum on them. I could feel more warm cum running slowly down my back toward my ass. That was Shawn's. The rest of his load now decorated Jason's chest and stomach, caught up in the thick mat of hair there. Shawn had outdone himself with that launch. My own load of jizz was deposited with great enthusiasm inside Shawn's talented mouth. That left only James.
A quick glance over my shoulder showed me that Shawn was already helping to clean up his new lover and friend, using his tongue to lap up the cream which was splattered all over James' shirt and jeans. James seemed oblivious to us, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. His rather handsome cock still protruding from the zipper of his pants and waving at me hard and strong.
I returned my attention to the three spent men in front of me. It was time for my own clean-up. I licked away what cum I could reach from around my lips, then ran my hand over my face to gather up more before licking my palm clean. The delicious flavour of Jason's cum joined that of Ren's and Chuck's. I gathered what I could with another sweep of my hand over my face and lapped that up as well before leaning forward and suctioning Jason's softened cock into my mouth, washing it thoroughly with my tongue and digging out the final drips of cum from his cock slit. I felt Jason lean forward, putting his left hand on my shoulder for balance as he stretched out his right hand to scoop up the cum on my back into his palm. When he reached my shoulders, he leaned back and pushed me gently away, holding his hand in front of me. I cleaned that off as well, adding Shawn's cum to the melody of flavours already dancing on my tongue.
Shawn's orgasm had been impressive, clearing not only his body, but mine as well before splattering across Jason's magnificent chest. When I'd cleaned Shawn's cum from Jason's hand, I leaned forward, putting my hands on his waist, and cleaned up what remained nestled in the hairs on the front of his body. That left only Jason's cum on the bellies of Chuck and Ren. I bent over them, lowering my face as their hands pulled away from their cocks which sprang back onto their bellies with a loud smack. I lapped up all the cum that remained and cleaned up their still-hard cocks one last time by burying each one into my mouth one more time.
"Holy fuckin' shit," Chuck said quietly. "That was the best, man."
"Thank you," Ren added.
"My pleasure," I told him with a smile.
"Yeah," Chuck said humbly. "Thanks."
But Chuck didn't move, and neither did Ren. Instead, Ren reached out his hand once more, grasping their cocks together and lazily began stroking them again. Minutes earlier, Chuck had seemed to abhor the thoughts of touching his cock to his friend's cock. Now he didn't seem to mind it. In fact, I believe he actually welcomed it. He leaned back on his hands and watched his friend's hand moving up and down their cocks.
Jason looked at me, catching my attention and smiling wryly at me. "I thought you were going on a diet."
It took me a few moments to understand what he was talking about. The taste of cum in my mouth gave me the answer. I shrugged. "Oh, yeah. Guess I forgot."
"Old habits are tough to break," Jason said to me. "Besides, it's fuckin' hot watching you trying to gulp down a double load."
I smiled back, happy to know that Jason wasn't upset with me.
"Faster, Ren," Chuck said. Breaking into our conversation.
Ren's stroking hand began to move faster.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
My first concern was James. The instant I felt it was polite and proper to do so, I released Scott's cock, slid out from under him, and sat up. James was still sitting on the sofa with his head tilted back. Splatters of fresh semen dotted his shirt and jeans and he was still lazily toying with his erection which still protruded from his opened jeans. He'd tucked his briefs beneath his testicles, lifting them up where they lay in their bed of cotton and denim.
God, he was beautiful to behold. I sat there on the floor for a few long, delightful moments, watching him and burning the memory of him into my mind before hastening to his side. He lifted his head to look at me when I sat down beside him and he smiled at me. James is even more beautiful when he is smiling.
He glanced down at himself, his eyes scanning the many globs of semen which were now soaking into his clothing, and his lips turned up into an embarrassed grin as his ears and cheeks rapidly turned pink. He looked back at me and said, "Looks like I made quite a mess," and then he laughed nervously.
"Don't worry," I told him with a smile, trying to set him at ease. "I'm an expert at spot and stain removal."
His happy smile returned, and then his eyes lowered themselves to my lips and lingered there for a long moment. His head tilted sideways as he leaned forward and he kissed me as he had done in the kitchen a few minutes earlier. The kiss lasted much longer than I thought it might, and it was ever so much more tender than the kiss we'd shared in the kitchen. During the other kiss, our tongues had danced a tango with each other. This time, it was much more a waltz.
I've never had much experience with kissing, so I really had nothing with which to judge James' performance, but I must tell you that I was hurriedly scribbling down hints and tips in the notebook in my mind. James left me breathless when we finally separated, but his handsome face didn't move far away from mine, and I could feel his soft, whispered breath caressing my cheeks when he spoke.
"I can taste Scott in your mouth," he said almost silently.
My hand immediately moved to cover my mouth. "Sorry," I whispered back.
He took my hand in his and lifted it away, then he looked into my eyes, the pale blue washing over me and telling me something I wasn't quite certain I was understanding.
"I like it," he cooed, and tilted his head slowly once more and kissed again for an excitingly long time.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Chuck seemed to be enjoying the hand jerking him off, and Ren seemed to be enjoying doing it. Chuck had his head tipped back, his eyes closed and his jaws open, breathing heavily and letting the world make him feel good. Ren, on the other hand, had his eyes wide open and locked on the two cocks he held in his hand.
After a few more strokes, Chuck tilted his head up, opened his eyes, and smiled at Ren. "Man," he said, "this is so fuckin' A hot!" He sat forward a bit and brought his right hand to his side, cupping it and sliding it beneath his balls, capturing Ren's nuts at the same time as his own and began juggling them together in their sacks, eliciting quite the groan from Ren. It was his turn to tilt his head back, close his eyes, and let his jaws go slack.
Jason and I watched for a few more strokes before Jason caught my attention. He jerked his head quickly toward Ren, then crawled on his knees behind Chuck, straddled Chuck's hips with his thighs, and pressed himself forward. I did the same to Ren. So, Jason wanted to see how receptive these guys were to a little more man-to-man body contact.
Ren didn't seem to mind one bit and leaned his back into my chest, allowing my hands to go around him without objection. My fingers found his rounded pecs and the brown nipple in the middle of each and I caught them between my fingers and thumbs and began to play with them. Jason was doing the same with Chuck, and both young men reacted equally. Each of them moaned, and each of their cocks jumped in Ren's hand.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" Chuck groaned. "I'm going to cum again!"
"Me, too!" Ren acknowledged.
I abandoned Ren's right man muscle and my hand flew down his arm, grasping his hand and stopping its motion. I kept my hand over his, not letting him take it away. He groaned his disappointment, as did Chuck.
"Oh, man, Ren!" Chuck begged. "Don't stop!"
But Ren had no choice. I wouldn't let him continue. I held his hand still until I was certain both guys had moved back from the brink of orgasm, and then I began moving his hand slowly down the shafts and up to the heads. With his palm wrapped around both cockheads, I began to corkscrew his hand, first one way, then the other. I could feel their cocks swelling even with Ren's hand coming between them and me.
"Oh, God, Scott," Ren whispered. "This feels so good."
I twisted his hand a few more times before whispering back to him, "Do you want to cum again?"
"Yes," he breathed. "Oh, God, yes!"
I began moving his hand down and up the shafts once more before pulling my hand away and returning it to his chest. "Make them cum, then."
His arm began moving his hand faster and faster.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
As we kissed, I felt James' left hand slide down my side and onto my cock which was quickly becoming hard once more. My hand sought out his own penis. It was still hard. Off to our sides, I was aware of movement and soft voices, but I paid little attention. I was far too busy and far too excited to be distracted by such minutiae. James renewed his attack on my mouth when his manhood was encased in my hand and he whimpered his approval into the insides of my cheeks. He did his best to stroke me as I stroked him, but, being right-handed, his left hand didn't have the same dexterity as his right. Still, it was enough to stiffen me up the rest of the way.
We jerked each other as we kissed and, before long, I had to pull my mouth away from his in order to catch my breath and we sat there, looking into each other's eyes as our hands moved over the other's shaft. I saw so many feelings in those eyes, and I believe they may have been reflecting my own feelings. I'd never felt like that before about anyone, and I was learning about myself by those feelings.
I'd had very few friends when I was younger, and I still had very few. Until Scott came into my life, relationships and sex were things which nothing which never really mattered to me. I was content to be alone, to take care of myself as it were. When Mom died, I came to work for Jason. He brought in the occasional partner, but it was nothing like with Scott. Jason and his guests would stay in the bedroom for the most part and come out when they were finished. Very few of them stayed overnight. I never saw Jason do anything to the other guys. They did everything to him. They would give him oral sex and he would give them anal sex. It was never the other way around. Never.
Scott was different. Even before Jason brought him home the first time, he had changed. First and foremost was the fact that he stopped bringing partners home. Soon afterward, I found Scott's name being doodled everywhere and Jason began speaking of him often. Many times I could hear him masturbating and whispering Scott's name. I discovered letters to Scott which were never sent out. Jason wrote them and then left them in a drawer in his desk. They were love letters to Scott. I still have them in my room. Jason gave them to me to keep for him.
Jason became happy. Instead of moping around the house all day and night, we became friends and I began spending my spare time with him. I slept over often in the guestroom which would ultimately become my bedroom. There was no sex between us, ever. It was never an issue. To be honest, at that time, I simply had no interest in it, mainly because I had seen Jason with his other partners, and it was not something in which I wished to become involved. He frightened me. Terrified me, actually.
Then Scott moved in and my entire world changed. I saw something in them which made me want the same. I saw love.
It was the same look I was now beginning to recognize in James' eyes, and I believe he saw the same look in my own eyes.
"Do you want to cum again?" I asked softly.
"Yes," James whispered back to me. "Oh, God, yes."
I slid away from James until I could bend over him and take his beautiful penis into my mouth while my right hand cupped his testicles. His cock slid easily over my tongue and into my throat. I could still taste his recent orgasm there and the flavour flowed through me and into my groin. The blood began to flow and my own penis began to swell even more swiftly. A moment later, I felt James bend over me, leaning his chest against my back as his hand slid over my side and waist until it found my manhood and wrapped itself around me. As I sucked him, James stroked me.
I was in heaven.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Ren actually leaned his head back against my shoulder, turning it to the side and blowing his breath over my left ear. The tiny grunts he made as he jerked off both himself and his friend were almost as cute as he was. I got the feeling that he was enjoying this more than he felt he should be enjoying it, like it was sort of a dream come true for him. Maybe it was.
Jason had the same idea. I glanced up to find him staring at Ren, and then he looked at me and mouthed the word, "Closet." I winked my understanding and nodded ever-so-slightly before turning my attention back to the body I held in my arms.
Ren seemed to like it when I tweaked his nipples, but he really reacted when I rubbed the palms of my hands over his chest and belly. When I did that, he would press himself back against me and stroke their cocks faster and moan in my ear. And, when my hands moved to his upper thighs and tickled the sides of his balls with my fingers, he would gasp, "Oh, my God!" and he would freeze his hand on their cocks and squeeze his fingers around them to stop the spontaneous orgasm which was about to erupt.
Chuck's precum quickly became spread out over his cockhead and the shaft, but Ren's gathered in the pocket of his foreskin with every up stroke, and bubbled up like a lava pool. Speaking of Chuck, his eyes remained locked on his cock and the hand that was sliding up and down it and he had an interesting smirk on his face the whole time. Cocks may not be his thing, but it was obvious that he liked the double jerk off he was experiencing at that moment, and he didn't even seem to mind Jason's cock being fucked against his back. I knew that's what Jason was doing. I could tell by the way he was moving his hips.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
I could hear the sounds of sex coming from the other four fellows in the room with us, but the only sex that concerned me at that moment was the sex I was having with James. I like to think James' penis was made for me. It fit nicely into my throat, as if it belonged there. I was bombarded by so many smells from him, it was almost overwhelming, but none of the smells did anything less than to make me more excited.
There was the ‘James' smell, of course, which was always intoxicating, but there was also his exciting crotch smell mixed with soap from his earlier shower as well as from his recent orgasm. There was the scent of denim and the cotton of his briefs and shirt, and there was the heady scent of his semen which still lay splattered about in various places on his clothing.
All of those only added to the taste of his penis. Smell is such a vital component of sex, and the smell of my James was the most exciting of all. I set about giving the best blowjob I have ever given anyone. I wanted to make certain James would want to stick around for more.
I did everything I could think of to make James feel good, and if I felt his cock reacting, or if I felt his hand tightening around mine and stroking faster, I logged that into my memory banks and did it more often. Before long, I had a list of actions which kept him jumping and climbing toward the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, God, Babe," James whispered anxiously. "I'm going to cum again!"
James had called me ‘Babe'!
I clenched my eyes shut to keep myself from crying with happiness.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Chuck wasn't just leaning back against Jason's chest anymore. He'd pulled back his elbows and his forearms now rested against Jason's thighs, digging his fingers into Jason's flesh as he squirmed back and forth, from side to side. Jason continued hunching his cock up and down Chuck's back. The little fucker was having sex with my Jason!!
Ren was jerking to beat the band by now and my hands were busy rubbing his body as I pressed my own cock into his back. That only made Ren moan even louder and say ‘Oh, my God' a lot more. Somehow, he managed to wriggle his hand between us behind his back, his palm facing me. When his hand found my cock, he grabbed hold and held on as I began humping his hand instead of his back. This brought even more moans and groans from him.
I don't think either Jason or Chuck heard Ren when he whispered softly in my ear, "Oh, God, I love this! I love this so much!"
His left hand gripped me harder and his right hand moved even faster.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
James sent me over the edge when he bent down low enough to begin kissing my ribs and waist. My cock swelled in his hand and my semen began to gather in preparation for ejaculation. James' penis also began to swell and spasm in my throat and I pulled my head back so that only the head was inside my mouth. I wanted to know his orgasm and to enjoy it as much as he.
My climax began before James' orgasm. My first blast of semen streamed out and splashed against my cheek and I moaned my ecstasy around James' cockhead. Two more shots emerged before James began cumming inside me.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Chuck was first to bust his nut. A long rope of thick, white cream shot straight up and then fell onto his chest and stomach with a splat that was even louder than the gutteral groan coming out of his throat. He was definitely a streamer, but he was only good for three or four spurts before the rest of his orgasm became dribbles of cum.
Ren, on the other hand, made up in volume what he lacked in altitude and trajectory. He buried his face in my neck when he started cumming and I watched in fascination when his cock began to erupt. Each spasm of his cock was long and the cum was thick and copious and, like a lava flow from a volcano, flowed out of his cock and down his shaft and over his hand. The smell of his cum was strong but sweet and lingered in the air for a long time.
As I watched the volume of cum erupting from Ren's awesome cock, I realized that this was his second orgasm in only a few minutes and it made me wonder how much of that nectar he'd dumped into me the first time. Based upon what I was seeing now, he'd dumped a whole hell of a lot of it.
I loved watching Ren cum, and I loved listening to the tiny, quiet whimpers he blew into my ear. They made my cock jump in his hand and he squeezed it even harder, sending shivers of excitement straight into my crotch.
Chuck stopped cumming long before Ren did, and, by the time Ren was finished, a huge puddle of cum lay at the base of his cock. Jason was still humping Chuck's back and Chuck was still squirming against him. Ren was doing his best to help me cum as well. My fingers dug into his chest as my cock began to unload itself between us. By the expression on Jason's face and the words and moans flying out of his mouth, I knew he was cumming, too. It served only to make my orgasm more powerful and exciting.
When I finished cumming, I held Ren tightly and fell to my right side onto the floor. Ren had no choice but to follow me down. And he held onto my cock the whole way.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Perhaps I'm biased (which, of course, I am), but James has the sweetest semen I've ever tasted. Mind you, I had only Jason's and Scott's and my own with which to compare, but, of the four of us, I preferred James' offerings. I let it gather in my mouth as long as I could before swallowing just so I could have more time to enjoy it. The Gods on Mount Olympus had their ambrosia. I had my own, and I didn't stop until I had received every single drop of it.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
From my position on the floor, I heard the sounds of orgasm coming from the sofa. When it was all over, James and Shawn sat together and hugged and cuddled each other for a few minuted before getting up and disappearing into Shawn's room, closing the door behind them. Not long after that, I heard the shower running.
I think Ren might have been willing to take us up on our invitation to have a shower with us, but, when Chuck said he'd rather not, Ren said he wouldn't as well. I'm not sure if they both showered at the same time, but they went into the main bathroom together, and, since they're such good friends and play sports together, I suspect they're quite used to being under the spray with each other. It wouldn't have surprised me if they had.
Jason and I adjourned to the en suite for our shower, standing together under the hot, steamy spray. "You like the little guy, don't you?" Jason said with an accusing smirk.
"Who? Ren?" I responded. "Yeah, I like him. I don't think he's had much sex before today."
"That's what I thought, too. So, you think he's in the closet?"
"I'm not so certain he's in the closet as much as he is open to experimentation," I replied. "But, if he is in the closet, he's peeking out the door now."
"When we get back there, I'll see if I can't nudge the door open for him."
"Don't push him into anything, Jason," I begged him. "I like Ren. I want him to feel comfortable enough to come back again."
Jason pulled me into his arms and hugged me against his chest. I laid my cheek against the mat of fur and let him. "Don't worry, Babe," he said softly. "I'm just going to give him a nudge."
I pulled my head away from his chest so I could look into his face. "Just don't hurt him, okay?"
"Never," Jason promised, then he put his hand behind my head and pulled my cheek to his chest once more. "Now, just stand here and let me hold you for awhile. I need to hold my Scotty for awhile."
* * * * *
Shawn and James were wearing underwear now as they crawled about the livingroom, cleaning up the cum where it had fallen. James was wearing blue-plaid boxers but Shawn was wearing a bikini which could barely contain that extraordinary ass of his. All the clothes in the room had disappeared.
We found Chuck and Ren sitting at the kitchen table with towels wrapped around their waists. Jason and I were still naked.
"Your maid chucked our clothes in the washing machine," Chuck laughed.
"He's not a maid," Jason said sternly.
Chuck's grin swiftly disappeared. "Sorry," he apologized. "Shawn put our clothes in the washing machine."
"Shawnie's efficient that way," Jason told him as he sat down. "Aren't you Shawnie?"
"Yes, Sir," Shawn replied. I hadn't even heard him come into the kitchen and already he was pouring coffee for both Jason and me. After he served it, all ready for drinking, he set the plate of sandwich snacks and pickles and cheese and another plate filled with various types of cookies in the middle of the table. "Will there be anything else, Sir?" It still amazes me how formal Shawn can be when he's standing there in his underwear.
"We're fine, Shawnie," Jason replied. "You go play. I'll call if I need you."
"I'll be in the livingroom for awhile, Sir," Shawn said. "I still have some cleaning to do."
"There'll probably be more to clean up later, I'm afraid."
"Very good, Sir," Shawn said, then turned and went back to the livingroom.
"Holy, fuck!" Chuck exclaimed. "This place is fuckin' A! Is it always like this around here?"
"Pretty much," I said. "We don't watch much television around here."
"Unless we're watching porn," Jason joked.
We talked about a lot of nothing after that as we ate our snacks, but mostly we talked about the sex that went on in this place. Later, as we sat in the livingroom once more, I was curled up in Jason's arms on the sofa and Ren and Chuck, still wearing their towels, sat side-by-side on the settee.
"So," said Jason off-handedly, "you guys ever fool around with each other before?"
Chuck responded. "Just jerking off together. You know, like all guys do when they're horny."
"What? You mean like blowjobs and shit?," Chuck asked as he turned his head toward his friend. "Hell no! Never even crossed our minds, did it Ren?"
Ren didn't respond. He just sat there, staring at his best friend and looked frighteningly guilty.
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
Oh I loved this chapter Neil. Thanks again for writing it.
Very horny chapter, but this feeling of déja vu overcame me. Maybe it was just a dream I had earlier.
My God you're a talented writer Neil. Thanks so very much for sharing this story with us.
WOW, WOW, WOW!!!
What a HOT chapter. I just LOVED it. Could you hear me moaning, lol.
Neil, you out did yourself again, THANKS for the hot chapter, keep it up, lol.
"It is better to be thought stupid, then to speak and remove all doubt!"
Excellent as always.
Keep it up Neil! And nothing more!!
Hot chapter as usual. It can just get a person all warm and gooey.
Oh man, that was a hot chapter. HEE
TAKING CARE OF JASON
Jason had promised that he wouldn't do anything to hurt Ren, and he most certainly hadn't. He'd asked a simple question: "So, you guys ever fool around with each other before?"
Chuck had laughed it off, saying that he would never even consider doing anything more than just jerking off together like a lot of good buddies do, and he would do it only with Ren, but Ren's reaction caught his friend by complete surprise. As I said before, Ren looked frighteningly guilty, a look which was not lost on his buddy.
"Apparently one of you has considered it," Jason said, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"Oh, shit, man," Chuck began energetically. "Don't tell me you're a fa. . ." He caught himself and quickly corrected his terminology. "Don't tell me you're gay, too!"
"No!" Ren objected quickly. "I'm not!"
"But you've thought about playing around with me?"
Ren dropped his chin to his chest, hiding his dark, handsome young face from us and remained completely silent.
Chuck leaned closer to his friend, his voice dropping to a soft hush. "C'mon, man," he said. "We've been friends forever. I won't get mad if you tell me you've thought about suckin' my dick an' stuff."
Still, Ren remained silent. I could see his body quivering with fear.
Chuck reached out his hand and put it on Ren's forearm. "Ren, c'mon, buddy. Tell me."
The seconds ticked by before Ren's head nodded ever-so-slightly.
"Shit, man. Really and honest? Why didn't you tell me?"
Ren spoke softly into his chest. "I knew you'd tease me about it if I did."
"Shit, man, I wouldn't do that to ya."
Ren finally turned his head toward his friend, but kept his head bowed as his eyes looked up at him. "You tease other people for a lot less."
"Shit, man, that's all it is. Teasin'. That's all."
"Maybe to you," Ren said quietly, "but I couldn't handle you teasing me the way you tease James and everyone else.."
"I'd never tease you, Ren."
"You tease me about being uncut, Charles." The fear was gone from Ren's face now, replaced by something which looked like pain. That pain was reflected in his voice. "Always telling me to check the oil under the hood. Telling me there's enough skin there to use as a belt. Telling me we could use it as a tent when we go camping. It hurts, Charles. You think it's teasing, but it hurts."
"Shit, Ren. I'm sorry, man," Chuck said apologetically. "I won't do that anymore."
"Yes, you will, Charles. You're going to tease me about that just like you tease me about my foreskin. That's why I couldn't take the chance, Charles. I've thought about it, but that's all. It's not like I'd really do it or anything. I knew if I told you, everyone would know."
We saw a totally different Chuck. Gone was the cocky, macho football player with the attitude. That Chuck was replaced with a more real person, the one I suspected he was really like inside, away from the show and outward appearances. I felt we were seeing the real Chuck, the one which Ren saw in their private moments when Chuck didn't have to put on his act.
"I'm sorry, Duncan," Chuck said sincerely as he leaned forward once more and placed his palm against his friend's cheek. "I really am. I didn't think my teasing you bothered you that much."
"It does, Charles. Every time I thought about doing something with you and worked up the guts to tell you, I would remember the way you teased Peter and Rick after we saw them in the locker room shower, and they weren't doing anything that we weren't just doing. I couldn't handle being teased like that."
"I wouldn't do that to you, Duncan."
"Yes, you would, Charles!" Ren said louder as he became angrier. "You say you won't, but you will! The only reason I did it today was because you did it first! I thought I'd be safe because you did it, too!"
Chuck tried to laugh it off and the ‘old' Chuck returned. "Hey, I was horny an' wanted to jerk off an' your dick got in the way, but it's not like I want to jerk you off or anythin'. Not that gay stuff like Scott and Jason here."
Ren's sudden fury set me back into the sofa. "There, you see, Charles!? You're doing it already! Christ! You're such an asshole!"
Chuck stared at him, his eyes wide and full of stunned ignorance. "What?" he said. "What am I doing?"
"All I did was tell you I'd thought about it and already you're teasing me about being like Jason and Scott! Fuck, Charles, that's why I've kept my fuckin' mouth shut all these years! I'm getting the hell out of here!"
Ren began to rise to his feet, but Chuck's hand shot out, grabbing Ren by the arm and pulling him back down. "Duncan, look! I'm sorry, okay? Sometimes my mouth says things before my brain's had time to think about it. I'm really sorry!"
"Not ‘sometimes', Charles!" Ren shouted. "All the time! You're such a fuck head, you know that!?"
Chuck opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again in stunned silence.
"This is precisely why I didn't say anything to you before, Charles! I knew you'd make a big joke out of me! Christ, you're such an asshole! I don't know why I even want to be your friend!" With a quick, angry jerk of his arm, he pulled it free from Chuck's grasp. "And keep your fuckin' hands off me! I wish you'd never talked me into this, but ‘no'! You had to let your balls do all the thinking for you! Anything to get your rocks off and then you grind everyone under your foot! Just fuck off and leave me alone, Chuck!"
"Ren! . . . Duncan, please!" Chuck pleaded desperately. Apparently Ren had never stood up to him like this before and Chuck was concerned that he was about to lose his best friend forever. "I'm sorry. I really am sorry. Please don't hate me."
"I don't hate you, Charles, but you make me so mad sometimes and you don't even understand why. You're my best friend, but I'm just like everyone else to you. I finally get up the guts to confess a secret to you and all you can do is to tease me about having your own personal cocksucker."
"Hey!" Chuck protested. "I didn't say anything about you suckin' my cock!"
"But you were thinking it, weren't you?"
"Oh, come on, Chuck," Ren said, rubbing Chuck's name into his face. "I know you better than that. It was the first thing you thought of, and you're thinking about it right now. I know you, Chuck. You're thinking how great it's going to be never needing to jerk off ever again. Getting a blowjob any time you get horny." He paused long enough to look down into Chuck's crotch and to point an accusing finger. "Just the thought of it is giving you a fuckin' hardon for fuck's sake."
Chuck looked down and tried to cover the extended tent in his towel with his hands. "Okay!" he shouted angrily. "I admit it, Duncan, but what's the big deal about gettin' horned up thinkin' of you givin' me a blowjob?"
"The big deal, Charles, is that now you're going to tease the shit out of me, just like you do with Rick and Peter! Everyone in town thinks they're gay now, whether they are or not! That's exactly what's going to happen to me, too. Do you think I could live here if everyone thought I was gay? As soon as we leave here, everyone's going to know about it. That's what's going to happen, Charles."
"No, it isn't, and I can guarantee it."
"How, Charles? How can I be sure you won't go blabbin' it all around?"
"Because, Duncan, I was the one who jerked you off first!"
That stunned Ren into silence.
"He's got you there, Ren," Jason said. "If he says anything, you've got ammunition. . . and witnesses. Sounds to me like you're pretty safe."
If Ren's skin weren't so deep-tan dark, I'm sure I would have seen him blushing as he thought about what Jason had just told him. "Yeah," he said calmly after a very lengthy pause. "I guess I am."
"Still friends, Ren?" Chuck asked hopefully.
"Yeah, Chuck. We're still friends."
"Good," Chuck announced with great relief. "I'll try not to tease you, and if I slip up, just remind me about jerkin' you off."
He relaxed back into the settee as his hand grabbed his terrycloth-covered cock. "Now, what am I supposed to do with this?" Chuck turned his head to face me. "Hey, you into gettin' fucked?"
"Who, me?" I asked, and I was just about to shout ‘Hallelujah' when sudden inspiration suddenly hit me. "Nah. I'd rather suck a cock than get fucked by it. But, if you really want a good fuck, Jason here has an ass that will rock you."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jason's head spinning around.
"Him!?" Chuck said at the exact same moment that Jason said, "Me!?"
I ignored Jason and replied to Chuck. "Yeah. When I first moved in, I tried to get him to let me fuck him, but he wouldn't let me. He said he'd hate it so I bet him a hundred bucks he'd love it. Guess who lost the bet?" I turned to Jason. "Remember the bet? You still haven't paid up."
Jason just smiled at me and shook his head back and forth. "You sneaky little son of a bitch."
From the look in Jason's eyes, I knew I'd better have my own ass ready for him when he was done and I could feel my asshole tingling at the thought of the pounding I was going to get from him. No-one could throw a fuck into me like my Jason.
I turned back to Chuck. "Two rules, though," I told him. "First, you have to wear a condom."
"I'm cool with that," Chuck agreed eagerly as he leaned forward. "What's the second?"
"Jason loves it when the guy fucking him jerks him off at the same time."
Chuck fell back against the loveseat again. "Fuckin' shit, man, do I have to? Couldn't you. . . like. . . jerk him off for me or somethin'?"
"It's not the same when someone else does it," Jason said, playing along with me now. "If you want my ass, then I get your hand."
Chuck lifted his hand from his crotch and held it in front of him, looking at the palm as if it were diseased. "Oh, shit," he said. "No fuck's worth that."
I found that quite amusing. Here he was, getting ready to shove his cock up Jason's ass and he was ready to puke at the thought of having Jason's cock in his hand.
"I'll do it," Ren said quietly.
"What?" Jason asked. He sounded as surprised as I was.
Ren's eyes turned to meet Jason's. "If you let Chuck fuck you, I'll jerk you off as long as you want."
"Shut up, Chuck. This is my deal." His eyes never left Jason's. "What do you say, Jason? My hand instead of Chucks for as long as you want."
I think Jason was as stunned as I was, and it took a lot to do that. For once, Jason was as speechless as I was.
"Fine!" Ren continued. "You want a blowjob? I'll give you one. You want to fuck my ass? You can do that. I'll do anything you want if you let Charles fuck you."
"Ren! What the fuck are you doin'!?"
"I'm trying to get you laid, Charles!" Ren returned. "That's what you want, isn't it?"
"But, shit, man! Offering him a fuckin' blowjob!?"
Ren jumped up from the settee. His towel unravelled and fell to the floor. He ignored it, turning to face his friend. Fury burned in his handsome, young face once again and his hands were clenched into tight fists. The muscles in his thick neck throbbed. "Christ, Charles! Do you have to be so fuckin' dense all the time!? Haven't you figured it out yet!? I'm gay, Charles! I always have been, but I've been too fuckin' scared to do anything about it! I've been terrified what you might think of me, but no more! I'm sick of the lies! This is the real me, Charles! I like men! I want to know what it's like to suck a cock! I want to feel one in my ass! I don't want to pretend anymore, Charles! I want to do it all! I want to do it with. . ."
Ren stopped suddenly and the anger dropped away from him as quickly as the towel had fallen away from his waist. He left his sentence unfinished. I don't think Chuck knew what the ending was going to be, but I did, and I'm sure Jason did. Ren wanted to do it all with Chuck.
Chuck remained motionless and silent as he stared up at his long-time friend.
After a long pause, Ren relaxed into resignation and spoke very quietly. "Okay. I think I should leave now. I'll leave and you'll never have to see me again. I swear, Charles, I won't say anything to anyone about what you did here today."
As the two friends stared at each other, Jason's hand found mine and he held it, squeezed it.
Finally, Ren sighed deeply and bent over to pick up his towel. As he turned to leave, Chuck stood up and grabbed it. "Don't go, Duncan," he said gently as Ren turned back to him. "Please. I want you to stay."
As they stood there, Chuck tugged on the towel, finally forcing Ren to release it from his grasp.
"Look, Duncan," Chuck began as he wrapped the towel around his friend's waist and secured it. "I know I'm dense sometimes, but I'm not so dense that I don't know who my best friend in the world is. I just thought you were shy around girls. I didn't clue in that you might like guys. But that doesn't make you not my friend."
Chuck looked down at the floor between them, grinning and chuckling to himself. "Not very grammatical, is it?"
When he looked back up into Ren's eyes, he put his hands on his friend's upper arms. "I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that I don't really care. We've known each other since we were kids and you're my best friend in the whole world. The fact that you like guys doesn't matter to me. You matter to me, Duncan. I just wish you didn't feel like you had to keep it a secret from me, but at least I know why you did, and I don't blame you. You were right. I probably would have gone ‘round blabbin' it all over the place. But I promise you, whatever happens here, whatever happens between us, will stay between us."
Chuck's hands suddenly slid around Ren's back and pulled him into a powerful hug. It didn't last long, but I'm sure it meant more to Ren than Chuck might have realized.
"Thanks, Charles. . . Chuck," Ren said quietly. "I'll still do whatever Jason wants, though. For you."
Chuck smiled than. It was actually a very pleasant smile. "I won't let you do that, Ren. Not for me. When you're ready to give someone a blowjob, I want to be first."
A long moment of silence passed between them as they looked into each other's eyes. "Tell you what, Ren," he said softly. "We'll take turns jerkin' him off. How's that? I mean, it's just skin, right?" Chuck turned his head, his eyes falling on Jason's cock which was standing straight up from his groin, ready and waiting. "Yup. Nothin' but skin."
I turned to Jason and flashed him a wicked grin. "Pucker up, Babe," I told him. "You're in for a bumpy ride!"
Jason grinned back at me and said, "Your ass is mine when he's finished, and it will be a fuck you'll never forget."
My whole body shook with anticipation. "Ooooo! I can hardly wait!"
"Hey," Chuck said. "You said you didn't like to get fucked."
"No, I didn't. I said I'd rather suck a cock than get fucked by it, which is true. I love getting fucked, especially by Jason, but I love to suck cock more."
"Would you let Ren fuck you, then?" Chuck asked hopefully.
The most delightful expression suddenly filled Ren's handsome face. It was a cross between frightened shock and eager anticipation. I simply smiled at him and said, "I've got something else planned for you, Ren, but I guarantee you'll love it."
Jason's hand squeezed mine again. He knew what I was talking about. I don't think he knew what I had planned for him, though. This was my bet and I was going to make Jason pay me back the way I wanted it. Don't worry yourselves, though. I'd make sure Jason and the others enjoyed every second of it.
"What do I have to do?" Ren asked nervously.
"You?" I replied. "Nothing just yet, unless you want to help Chuck put on the condom." I pointed to the small, carved, wooden box on the coffee table. "Help yourself."
Chuck opened the box. As usual, it was filled with condoms of all sorts. "Holy, shit!" Chuck exclaimed as he began pawing through the various packages.
"Jason likes the purple ones with the ribs," I told him.
"Shit! Help me out, Ren," Chuck said desperately. By this time, his cock was bouncing in anticipation beneath the towel. He looked like a kid trying to find the prize at the bottom of a cereal box. "Find a purple one!"
"There's lot of then in there. I can see one from here," I said.
Ren looked up at me. "Chuck's colour blind. Blues and greens and purples all look the same to him." He looked back at the box and swiftly picked out a condom and handed it to Chuck. "Here's one."
"Shit. Thanks, Ren," Chuck said as his fingers began to fumble with the plastic wrapping.
"FYI, guys," Jason added, "there's condoms in every room in the house. Including the kitchen."
"Gives us something to do while we're waiting for the toast," I joked.
"Make sure you use them," Jason continued. "No barebacking in this house."
Fortunately, we didn't have to wait as long for Chuck as we often had to wait for our toast. As soon as he had the condom out of the packet and in his hand, he rolled it over his cock. When he was ready, I stood Jason up, turned him around to face the sofa, then had him bend over and spread his legs, leaning his hands on the seat cushions and his head against the back. Chuck moved in behind him and I joined Ren by standing on either side of Chuck.
"Fuck," Chuck muttered in a low voice. "I never thought I'd get so fuckin' horned up just thinkin' ‘bout fuckin' a guy's ass."
"Well," I told him, "better grab his hips ‘cause you're in for quite a ride."
Chuck grabbed hold. He might have panicked had I reminded him that he now had Jason's ass in his hands, but I kept my mouth shut and smiled to myself. Ren was right. Chuck thought with his balls and not his brain. When it came to sex, what he was doing didn't even seem to sink into his brain.
"Ren?" I said as I put my right arm over Chuck's back, holding onto his shoulder. "Hold Chuck's dick and point it at Jason's asshole."
Ren did as asked.
"I've never fucked ass before," Chuck said. "How do I do this?"
"Just shove it in and start fucking," I told him.
Chuck pushed his hips forward until the tip of his cock touched Jason's asshole, then pushed slowly until the head was inside and Ren pulled his hand away. It seemed to take Chuck forever just to get even that far in so I stepped behind him and said, "Brace yourselves."
Chuck thought I was talking to him, but it was more for Jason than Chuck. I could see Jason bow his head and grasp the cushions in his fingers. His muscles bulged with the added tension.
With my hip near Chuck's ass, I said, "Jason likes it hard." With a sudden slam of my hip, Chuck soon found his cock buried balls-deep in Jason's ass.
Two animal growls filled the room and echoed off the walls and ceiling. Both Chuck and Jason tilted their heads back as they roared.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" Surprisingly, that was from Ren. He seemed quite impressed by what he had just seen.
It soon became very apparent to me that this was definitely Chuck's first time fucking ass and he certainly didn't know how to do it. With his cock up Jason's ass, he just stood there, holding onto Jason's rock-hard ass cheeks and howling at a moon that was nowhere to be seen. I shoved my thumbs between the cheeks of Chuck's football player's ass and grabbed his cheeks with my fingers, digging them into his solid flesh and pulling his hips back. I peeked around him, watching as his cock withdrew from between Jason's humongous ass cheeks and, when only the head of Chuck's cock remained inside, I shoved him back in. . . hard! Chuck didn't seem to mind my hands on his ass - part of that balls and brain thing again - so I left them there for awhile, guiding him in and out until he picked up the rhythm on his own. And then I left them there for awhile longer.
A lot of gay guys are ass men or cock men or size queens. They find excitement on one part of a man's body and they stick with it. They're not willing to explore or open themselves up to new adventures. I'm quite happy with any part of a man's body I can get and I'll find a way to make it feel good. That's what's important - at least to me. And so, with Chuck's ass in my hands, and not getting any complaints from him, I let my fingers do the walking.
It suddenly dawned on me a few strokes of Chuck's cock later that I held in my hands the ass I had so admired as Chuck had run up the street earlier that day, and then I realized that there was something I would much rather have shoved between those cheeks than my thumbs.
I left my thumbs where they were, using them to pry his cheeks apart, as I dropped to my knees behind him. A moment later, Chuck had an ass full of my face. When he first shoved his cock in Jason's ass, he sounded like a wolf. When I planted my face in Chuck's ass, he sounded more like a grizzly bear. I was never more grateful for soundproof walls since I'd moved in.
"Holy fuckin' shit, Ren!!" he screamed. "He's got his fuckin' tongue shoved up my ass!! Oh, God, Ren!! Oh, shit!! Oh, fuck, Ren!! This is incredible!!"
Chuck fell forward onto Jason's back. His left hand stayed on Jason's hip, but his right hand disappeared beneath him. From its movements, it was easy to tell that he was busy jerking Jason's cock, and very energetically I might add. Man-to-man sex didn't seem to be as big a problem to Chuck as he might let on, not as long as he let his balls do his thinking for him.
Ren appeared beside me, kneeling so he would watch, and put his hand over my fingers on Chuck's right butt cheek, his palm pressing into Chuck's hot, smooth flesh. His other hand, his left, was busy between his legs. His face was so close to me that I could feel his breath blowing over my cheek and it was warm and surprisingly sweet smelling. His exhalations came out in soft whimpers which I found very enticing. It was obvious that Ren wasn't repulsed by what I was doing and it appeared to me that he was taking mental notes so that he might please his friend later, during their own quiet moments. I decided to give him a few more lessons.
After a few more licks at Chuck's delicious butt ring, I began moving lower, tilting my head back as I did. With my nose tucked neatly between his cheeks, poking at his asshole, my tongue stretched out to tickle that most tantalizing and sensitive stretch of skin between his ass and balls. This brought yet another growl from Chuck and he spread his legs wider and began to grind his ass onto my face. This also ground his cock into Jason's ass and I could hear my Babe groaning with Chuck's movements.
Still, I went lower, lapping at Chuck's balls from behind. Once more, Chuck's animal groan sounded, but something else happened, too. When I had shoved my face into his ass, Chuck froze in place, buried inside Jason. Now, with my tongue tickling his nuts from behind and beneath, he started to rock his hips in and out again, dragging his balls over my tongue. He did it to give me more of his balls to lick, but it got him fucking Jason again at the same time.
Somehow, on one of his back swings, I managed to get my lips on his low-hanging left nut and sucked it into my mouth. This froze his hips again, but his voice was completely thawed. He gave everyone within hearing distance a play-by-play of what I was doing to him.
"Holy fuckin' shit, Ren! He's suckin' my fuckin' nuts!!"
I sucked and rolled his left nut inside my mouth for a minute or so before switching to his right ball, giving it the same treatment before moving back to his ass and attacking his asshole once more. I tell you, Chuck had a fine ass for tongue dancing, and we danced cheeks-to-cheeks for a few more minutes until he was grunting and groaning and quivering so wildly that I was afraid he'd cum without even enjoying his fuck.
With great reluctance, I managed to pull my face out of Chuck's most delicious ass again. I looked at Ren and smiled. Ren closed his mouth and swallowed deeply before it fell open again. It was only then that I realized Ren was holding my hand and still staring at Chuck's fine ass.
His next words a whisper meant only for me. "I never would have thought I'd want to do that." His eyes found mine then and he swallowed once more, his gaze locked on mine.
I turned my right hand over, meeting his hand palm-to-palm, and my fingers closed over it. Then, on impulse, I leaned toward him and kissed his cheek. His left hand abandoned his cock and moved to his cheek, his fingers running over the spot where my lips had been. He held his hand out in front of him, looking at his fingers as if he'd find the kiss there, then looked back at me.
And then he smiled such a wonderful smile at me and it melted my heart. It was Ren's turn to kiss my cheek, and, when his lips left my skin, they hovered there long enough for him to whisper, "Thank you, Scott."
Okay, I admit it. Chuck had been the object of my desires when I first saw him, but I was swiftly falling for Ren's innocence and sweetness. There was a whole lot of man stuffed into that body which barely reached Chuck's chin when they stood side-by-side, and that body was filled with a whole lot of love and tenderness and caring, and his shy nature only made that more attractive to me. I wasn't falling in love with him or anything, but I was most certainly beginning to love him as a very dear friend.
I stood up, pulling Ren up with me until we were facing each other, still holding hands. I stared into is darkly-handsome European face for a few moments, smiling at him. Ren didn't smile back. His face was still serious, his eyes burning with intensity.
"Will you teach me, Scott?" he asked so softly that I barely heard him. "Will you teach me how to love Charles?"
My smile broadened as I nodded to him. Ren's eyes relaxed and his own lips broke into a bright, broad smile. I released his hand and moved into place for his next lesson.
To Be Continued
Quando omni flunkus, moritati.
OOhhhhhhh!! HOT! HOT! HOT!
Thank you Neil.
I just read the last two chapters!!!!!!!..........
OMG. I can't find words
You are the greatest
Steamy one Neil.
Very nice Neil. What a shocker! I can't wait to hear more about the lesson.