"Now what?" I asked, as Jack and I lay spoon-fashion on the bed, still naked. My arm was draped across his body, and I lightly circled his nipples with my finger.
"What, you're horny again?" Jack said, wriggling his ass back against my groin. "I thought you old guys gave up after one go."
I grabbed his nipple and sqeezed hard. "I'll give you 'old guy,' you whippersnapper. No, I'm not horny again," I replied, although that ass-wriggle did have me stirring down below, "what I meant was what about us? Where do we go from here?"
"I dunno, Gabe. I've been wanting this forever, but I'm not ready to come out of the closet, either. What do you think?" he asked, rolling towards me to see my answer.
I didn't know what to say, since this was as new to me as it was to Jack. We lived in a small town, and it has to be tough to be gay, and be known as gay, where everybody knows your name- especially if you're in high school. And I certainly wasn't ready to be out, myself.
"Well, Jack, it's really up to you. You've only got three months of school left before graduation, and you may not want to shake things up at home and school right now. But I'm with you, whatever you want to do," I said, though with a great deal of trepidation.
He was silent for a moment, then spoke. "I'll tell you what I want to do," he said, then leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
I started to grin, and my cock stirred in anticipation. "Well, if that's what you want, I'm with you all the way," and I lowered my head to grasp his now fully-engorged member in my lips.
My blow-job expertise was, I'm certain, no better than Jack's, but you couldn't tell by the moaning and body-writhing going on above me. I thought of what I liked to have done to me, then tried to put those things into practice, with apparently some success.
As I rolled his balls around in their sac, I tried to get as much of his dick in my mouth as possible. My gag reflex didn't allow much in that direction, but running my tongue along the bottom length of his shaft seemed to do the trick in increasing Jack's pleasure. He groaned again, and I could feel his hands resting lightly on my head as he guided me gently.
I bobbed, slowly at first then more quickly, then withdrew almost completely to play with his slit with my tongue. Evidently, he liked that, as I could feel him tighten the grip on my head as his rate of breathing increased. I enclosed him again, circling my tongue around the head of his penis. I felt his body stiffen.
Not sure how I felt about the taste of cum, I pulled off, grasping his cock and rapidly stroking as he shot, again sending streams up around his neck and shoulders. He was prodigious in his flow, and I sat back to watch in wonder (and jealousy).
As he dribbled to a stop, I leaned forward to lick a glob off his belly, tasting his salty sweetness for the first time. I then stretched up to meet Jack's lips with my own, feeling his softening cock against my belly. I couldn't help but think that I'd really been wasting my time with women all my life.
"What, you're horny again?" Jack said, wriggling his ass back against my groin. "I thought you old guys gave up after one go."
I grabbed his nipple and sqeezed hard. "I'll give you 'old guy,' you whippersnapper. No, I'm not horny again," I replied, although that ass-wriggle did have me stirring down below, "what I meant was what about us? Where do we go from here?"
"I dunno, Gabe. I've been wanting this forever, but I'm not ready to come out of the closet, either. What do you think?" he asked, rolling towards me to see my answer.
I didn't know what to say, since this was as new to me as it was to Jack. We lived in a small town, and it has to be tough to be gay, and be known as gay, where everybody knows your name- especially if you're in high school. And I certainly wasn't ready to be out, myself.
"Well, Jack, it's really up to you. You've only got three months of school left before graduation, and you may not want to shake things up at home and school right now. But I'm with you, whatever you want to do," I said, though with a great deal of trepidation.
He was silent for a moment, then spoke. "I'll tell you what I want to do," he said, then leaned forward to whisper in my ear.
I started to grin, and my cock stirred in anticipation. "Well, if that's what you want, I'm with you all the way," and I lowered my head to grasp his now fully-engorged member in my lips.
My blow-job expertise was, I'm certain, no better than Jack's, but you couldn't tell by the moaning and body-writhing going on above me. I thought of what I liked to have done to me, then tried to put those things into practice, with apparently some success.
As I rolled his balls around in their sac, I tried to get as much of his dick in my mouth as possible. My gag reflex didn't allow much in that direction, but running my tongue along the bottom length of his shaft seemed to do the trick in increasing Jack's pleasure. He groaned again, and I could feel his hands resting lightly on my head as he guided me gently.
I bobbed, slowly at first then more quickly, then withdrew almost completely to play with his slit with my tongue. Evidently, he liked that, as I could feel him tighten the grip on my head as his rate of breathing increased. I enclosed him again, circling my tongue around the head of his penis. I felt his body stiffen.
Not sure how I felt about the taste of cum, I pulled off, grasping his cock and rapidly stroking as he shot, again sending streams up around his neck and shoulders. He was prodigious in his flow, and I sat back to watch in wonder (and jealousy).
As he dribbled to a stop, I leaned forward to lick a glob off his belly, tasting his salty sweetness for the first time. I then stretched up to meet Jack's lips with my own, feeling his softening cock against my belly. I couldn't help but think that I'd really been wasting my time with women all my life.
