I DON'T KNOW, JACK by Lexfactor
*DISCLAIMER: The following story contains strong sexual scenes involving a fully-grown gay male, and a 17-year-old bisexual minor, also a male. If you are straight and didn't actually mean to click on a story with homosexual content, please move your mouse to the big "X" in the upper right-hand corner of your screen and click. I also want you to do this if you are below the legal age of consent in your country or providence. But if you are legal and did intend to read a gay story, I really hope you enjoy "I Don't Know, Jack."
"I'm going to cum across your face," Jack said softly as I walked past his desk, throwing a balled-up piece of paper at him as I went by.
"What did you say?" I asked him.
"You heard me," he replied.
"I'd like to see you try," I told him.
"I will," Jack assured me.
"When?" I asked, feeling my cock slowly start to stiffen inside my black dress pants.
"Soon," he replied. "ASAP."
I didn't continue the conversation because my phone was ringing on my desk, reminding me that I was at work. I discreetly rubbed my wood through the black fabric as I was thinking about Jack all during the call.
Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Luke Ramsey. I am 21 years of age. Both my hair and my eyes are brown. My height is 6'2" and I weigh roughly 215 pounds. I used to work out regularly when I was on the football team in high school, but I wrecked my right knee in my senior year and haven't played nor worked out since. I'm still strong, but my abs aren't quite made out of steel anymore.
I work in the technical support department at T-Cellular, a new cell phone company. My cubicle is right beside Jack Goldman's. Jack is the boy I mentioned at the beginning of my story. He is 17 years old, but he and I have been discreetly flirting with each other since my first day here, 2 months ago. I want to take it further, but have been waiting for him to turn 18 before I do.
Jack is a very unique individual. He is the only Jewish-Italian person I've ever met. His ancestors on his dad's side all came from Israel and on his mom's side, they all came from Italy. Jack has short black hair and light-brown eyes. He is about 5'10" and looks like he weighs around 160 pounds. He's no Brad Pitt, but he looks okay. Looks good enough to get me hard when I think of what he might look like without his clothes on.
~
The day after he promised to cum across my face, Jack catches me alone on the patio during my lunch break, pacing around. He sits down in a green chair a couple feet away from me and lights a cigarette. I walk a little and stop right in front of him. "You shouldn't be doing that," I said.
"Doing what?" he asked.
"You know what. Smoking. You're only 17."
"Close enough," he replied and took a puff off his cigarette.
I watched him suck the nicotine out of the cancer stick. "Fine. If you want to put things into your mouth and suck on them, go ahead. Suck it good, Jack."
"No, YOU need to suck it good," he replied.
"I don't smoke," I said, pretending I didn't get his innuendo.
"I'm not talking about cigarettes, Luke," said Jack. He looked up at the sky as a murder of wild parrots flew by, squaking their heads off. I took this opportunity to peek at his crotch. I took a good look and noticed a nice lump in his jeans. I think my boy Jack had himself a boner. The thought of it made my own penis start to grow. I decided to pull up a chair before my hard on became noticeable to my comrade.
"Then what are you proposing I suck?" I asked him.
"Take a guess," Jack replied.
"I see. You want me to suck it good so you can cum across my face, right?"
Jack didn't reply. He just closed his eyes and put his head back. Looking at his lap again, I saw the undeniable bulge in his jeans. I hope he didn't notice the same bulge in my slacks.
I wanted to break the silence with some other sexual comment, but my better judgment won and I didn't. I lost my erection after a spell and just went back into the office.
~
When I got home that night, I sent Jack an email to his work address. I know that the boss sometimes reads our mail, so I didn't say anything outright sexual in it. I pretended I was a customer whose name was Duke. In it I asked him why he was interested in me as a customer. I also asked him what kind of services he could offer me. I gave him my telephone number and email address and asked him to call me after I got off work or to email me if he had any questions. I think it was clear to him that it was me sending the email.
Shortly after work started, I ran into Jack in the copy room. He was waiting for a fax he was sending to go through. "Hey, Duke, I mean, Luke," he said, smiling. "I replied to your email. I definitely want you...as a customer."
I was thankful that we were the only two people in the small room. The room could only hold two people, and the copy and fax machines. "Yeah? I'm just waiting to see what services you're willing to provide," I said as I instructed the copy machine to give me 5 copies of the report I typed.
"Check your personal email and let me know," he said as he crumpled up the confirmation sheet and threw it away. As he left the room, he gave my shoulder a squeeze. That squeeze made my soft cock a little less soft. I collected my copies and returned to my desk.
The boss has disabled the internet on all of our computers. We have our own server for email and we use various software programs that allow us to give technical support to our subscribers. Since we had no internet, I couldn't go to www.yahoo.com and check my email. So I had to use my cell phone. I pulled it out (the phone, not my cock.) and connected to Yahoo! Mail.
It's hard to sort through junk mail on a cell phone, I realized. But I soon found the one I was looking for. It was the one from jgoldman. The subject was "Re: Interested in you and your company."
"Dear Duke," Jack said in his email. "Thank you for the email. I am really glad you are interested in me. I am interested in you as well. Each and every customer we gain helps T-Cellular become bigger than the competition. And we both know that bigger is better, right, Duke?
"I can offer you a variety of services. I am well trained and have a lot of experience in a number of areas. You can call in the middle of the night if you're having a problem with your, um, phone and need some assistance. And any time it needs to be serviced, it would be my pleasure to service it for you. My #1 goal is to make you, the customer, happy. If you become my customer, it would make me really happy, too. I'm sure you have a lot to offer as well.
"Be expecting a call from me later this afternoon. I'd like to discuss this with you some more."
By the time I had finished his email I was rock-hard. I would love for him to service my "phone." I'd love to do his as well. I couldn't wait for him to call me so we didn't have to disguise what we want to say.
~
A few hours later, when I was halfway through my lunch break, my cell phone rings. I was stopped at a red light, so I picked it up out of the center console of my 2004 Ford Taurus. "Hello?"
"Luke," said the voice at the other end. The voice belonged to Jack.
"Hey, Jack."
"You read my email?" he wanted to know.
"I did," I replied.
"And?"
"And what?" I asked.
"Well, what did you think?" Jack inquired.
"I think you are pretty clever for a kid," I replied as I hooked up my hands-free device to my phone so I can drive without getting into an accident.
"I'm not a kid," he said, whining.
"You're 17," I reminded him. "You are not yet a man."
"I'm Jewish. I became a man when I was 13."
"Well, in America, you're not a man," I informed him. "And, since you reside in America, you're a kid. So there."
"I have a man's body," he said.
"Not really," I commented. "You still have a little development left."
"Tell that to my ten-inch cock and my big balls," he said in a low voice. Just him making a reference to his private areas, though he was lying, I'm sure, made my own cock go from semi-hard to very hard in two seconds flat.
"More like a two inch cock, I'm sure," I said.
"Stop talking about your small dick, Luke," Jack said.
"My dick ain't small," I said, honestly. "It's either 8 or 8.5 inches long, depending on how horny I am."
"How big is it right this very second?"
I hesitated. This question was a trap. Apparently, it trapped me anyways when I hesitated. "Just what I thought," he said. "Let's stop playing games and just do it."
"Do what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"It."
"I don't know, Jack," I said.
"You don't like me?" he asked, with a touch of hurt in his voice.
"It's not that," I assured him. "It's just that you're a minor and I'm an adult. I could get in big trouble if someone finds out."
"Is that what's holding you back?" Jack sounded relieved. "Look, Luke, I turn 18 in two weeks. No one will catch us in that time. Meet me at the Motel 6 on Cherry Street, near Saint Bartholomew's at 7 tonight. I'll pay for the room with my dad's credit card."
"Perfect," I said sarcastically. "Your dad will look at the credit card statement, see Motel 6 on it, not remember ever staying in a motel, ask you about it and you tell him why you were there. Next thing I know the cops come and haul me away and I become Big Bubba's best friend. No, thank you."
I heard Jack laugh at the other end. "Would you chill out, dude? No one's gonna catch us. I take girls to Motel 6 all the time and use his credit card. He encourages it. If he asks, I'll tell him I just brought another slut to the room and fucked the shit outta her. He wouldn't know that it was a boy I was fucking with. He didn't know when I brought Thomas here."
I gasped in surprise. Thomas is the boss' 17-year-old son. I have a thing for Latino boys, and he's Puerto Rican. Thomas was the #1 person I thought about as I beat my meat at night. I had no idea he was gay. But he is! Oh, damn, why do all these minors who work with me have to be gorgeous and gay? It's a pity I can't fuck any of their tight little asses.
"Surprised?" he asked when I didn't respond to his last statement.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I'm not lying," he informed me. "One day I was in the break room eating my lunch when he comes in there and stops in front of me. He's lookin' at me, smiling and rubbing his crotch. He goes back and closes the door and walks back to me. Takes out his uncut cock and tells me to suck it for him. I did and after work I brought him to Motel 6 and did more than just blow him. Dad never knew. So whadda ya say?"
"I don't know, Jack," I said again. "I want to fuck and suck you. Bad. But I don't want to fuck and suck Big Bubba in prison for 25 years to life. Can't you wait two weeks?"
"I take it you're a top," he said, ignoring my question.
"I am."
"I'm versatile," he informed me. I prefer to fuck, but I fuck girls all the time and sometimes I want something filling me up and girls can't do that. So I'll run by the store on my way to the motel and grab a bottle of lube so you can fuck me with ease."
"I don't know, Jack."
"You keep saying that," he pointed out.
"Because it's true," I countered. "My dickhead is saying yes but my other head is saying no. I've had the hots for you from day 1. But I really want to wait and give you an 18th birthday present you'll never forget."
"I don't want to wait," he said. "I want my presents early this year. I'm so horny now. I've already shot two loads of cum into my boxers and I haven't even touched myself. I promised you I'd cum all over your face ASAP and I want to make good on that promise. Tonight."
"I don't know, Jack," I said for the 100th time.
"I'll be at the Motel 6 tonight at 7," he said. "If you make up your mind and decide to do what your dick wants, come join me. I'll be sitting on the hood of my black Acura Legend outside the motel office. I'll wait until 7:05 and then I'll leave. Once I leave, I won't come back. Ever. If you want to have sex with me, it's gotta be tonight. Got it?"
"I don't know, Jack," I said.
"See you at 7," he replied just before he hung up.
~
At 6:55pm I was sitting in my car at the Pakistani-run food store just down the street from the Motel 6. I saw Jack's car go by about 10 minutes ago. I was trying to decide what to do. The sweet angel over my left shoulder says to start the car and drive home, that it's not worth the risk. The cunning devil over my right shoulder is telling me to start the car and drive to the Motel 6 as fast as I can go. He says that there is no risk and to go have a good time.
Both options have their good sides and bad sides. If I go home, I know I won't be arrested, but I'll never get to fuck this hot boy. If I go fuck his brains out now, I run the risk of being charged with child molestation. Decisions, decisions.
I look at my watch. The little hand was on the 7 and the big one on the 12. It was 7:00 and it was decision time. I started my car and drove to the street. Turn left and go meet Jack or turn right and go home? Ennie, mennie, minnie, moe.
I turned left.
I pulled into the Motel 6 parking lot at 7:02pm and parked my car a few spaces away from Jack's. "He hasn't seen you yet; you can still go home," the angel over my left shoulder says. "Get out, you fool," the devil over my right says, "he won't wait all night." I grabbed the door handle. Last chance...
I got out.
I walked over to Jack's Acura. He was sitting on his hood as he promised, but when he saw me he broke out in a big smile, jumped off, and embraced me. "Glad to see your dickhead won," he whispered in my ear as he let go.
"Be careful while we're in public, would ya?" I scolded him. "I don't want the whole state of Texas to know I'm, you know."
"Relax, Luke," Jack told me. "You're too tense. Maybe I'll have to massage you later."
"Shhh!" I said.
Jack went to the service window and rented room 269 for us, on the second floor. He opened the door and turned on the light as he entered. I closed and locked the door behind me. "Do me a favor," he said and pointed behind me. I turned around and saw what he was pointing at: a white door hanger with the words DO NOT DISTURB on it in red. I opened the door and attacked the sign to the doorknob and re-locked the door as I closed it.
By the time that I had done this, Jack had stripped down to his plain white boxer briefs. He wasn't aroused yet, but I could clearly see the outline of his soft cock against the tight fabric. I could also see a large yellowish stain in the center of them which I, having had several of my own in my lifetime, knew was a cumstain. Jack must've been telling the truth when he said he came in his undergarments while we were talking earlier. The thought aroused me.
Jack spotted the bulge in my dress slacks and walked to me. He grabbed my stiff cock through the cotton cloth. That's all he did. He just held my wood as he looked into my eyes.
"I need to tell you something, Jack."
"I love you, too," he replied.
"Huh?" I said, confused. "No, that's not what I was going to say."
"Oh," he said, with a twinge of disappointment in his voice. He had let go of my dick and was now sitting on the edge of the bed. His own dick was now semi-hard, I could see.
"What I wanted to tell you is that I'm uncircumcised," I said.
"So?"
"So? In Judaism, being uncircumcised means you're unclean. And all Jews are supposed to avoid the unclean. I'm unclean in your religion, so you really should avoid me."
Jack laughed out loud. It angered me because here I was being serious (a rarity, trust me) and he's laughing at me. "Why are you laughing?"
"Men who sleep with men are also unclean, Luke," he informed me. "I'm unclean, too. In my religion, the only the unclean should sleep with the unclean. Therefore, religion-wise, we are okay to have sex tonight. Thomas was uncut, too. I think I told you that. You're unclean, I'm unclean, let's fuck and then shower together so we're both clean."
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am not foo familiar with Judaism. I apologize to any Jewish readers that I might've just offended. I really only know the basics of the religion. Now back to the show...)
The angel over my left shoulder just swore. She was hoping Jack would freak out because I was "unclean" and call the whole thing off. Sucks for her.
Jack held out his hand. I took it and he jerked me forward, so that I was standing to his right on the side of the bed. He started rubbing my flaccid penis through my pants. It didn't take me long to get a nice erection. As my cock strained to get free against the cotton pants, Jack traced it with his finger.
He moved his face closer to my crotch and opened his mouth. He wrapped his lips around my cockhead and sucked it momentarily through the fabric. He then used his teeth to pull down my zipper. Once it was down, he reached in his hand, probably looking to free my cock from my underwear. But, since I never wear any, he couldn't find them.
"You don't wear underwear?" Jack asked. "Hot."
"I like the way my cock and balls move around freely when they're not trapped in a pair of briefs or boxer briefs."
"Yeah, I've tried that once or twice," my 17-year-old co-worker informed me. "But I prefer the way the tight fabric hugs my package. I pop boners all day because of it."
"I'm going to be popping boners all day from now on thinking about your cock being hard," I said.
"Speaking of hard cocks," he said as he pulled my 8.5 inch cock out of my pants. He looked at it, wide-eyed. "Damn this is going to feel real good inside my ass."
"Wanna skip the sucking and get right to the fucking?" I asked. I could almost see his ass drooling at the sight of my sizeable meat.
"No," he said, licking his lips, "that's okay."
And with that, Jack sucked my cockhead into his mouth. He didn't suck my whole dick in his mouth at first, which was okay with me. My favorite part of getting a blowjob is having my sensitive cockhead sucked. Jack must've learned from Thomas that uncut boys' cockheads are sensitive, like the underside of the cock.
"Yeah, suck my head, bitch," I encouraged him.
He took my cockhead out of my mouth and smiled. "Who you calling a bitch, bitch?"
"You. Now suck my big uncut cock."
"I'm not a bitch," he said. "I'm a cocksucking bitch."
That he is. As soon as the words left his mouth, my cock entered it. My entire cock. I didn't think a boy his size could fit an 8.5 inch peter in his mouth, but he did. He kept it all in for a minute, apparently showing off, before he began bobbing up and down along my shaft.
"Fuck, Jack," I said, panting with pleasure. "This is fucking awesome."
His lips smiled around my cock as he picked up speed. His hands found my hairy ass and he massaged my buns as he sucked. He pushed my ass forward as he serviced me, forcing my cock deeper into his throat.
After a moment, he stopped his cocksucking. He slowly took his lips off my hard rod. "You like that?"
"Hell yeah!" I answered as my cock throbbed. "Pretty damn good for a bisexual boy."
"Let's just say that I had a good teacher," he said. His brown eyes became clouded as he thought about something in his past.
"What happened?" I asked him.
"Nothing happened," he said, a little hostility in his voice. "Spread your legs a little."
I left the subject alone as I obliged. He sucked on the middle finger of his right hand before he went back to sucking my cock with vigor. His left hand found my balls, rolling them around inside their sack in his hand. At the same time, the moist middle finger of his right hand found my asshole. Though I consider myself a top, I do like to stick my fingers in my hole as I get myself off. I thought that felt good, but having Jack finger-fuck my tight hole as he tried to swallow my stiff prick was just incredible.
He felt my balls getting tight as I was fixing to fill his mouth with jizz. "Yeah, you know what's coming, cocksucking bitch. You gonna swallow my cream, boy?"
Jack said "Mmm" as he picked up speed. I looked down at my cock and watched his lips go back and forth my hard shaft. I liked seeing my peter go in and out of his warm, moist mouth. My cock throbbed one final time before my balls unloaded into Jack's mouth. He tried real hard to swallow my cream, but I shoot a lot. I've yet to meet any boy who could swallow it all. He got most of it down, but choked at the end and I could see some goo escape his mouth and dribble down his chin. He made real cute sounds as he struggled with my load. I took my penis out of my mouth and wiped the cum-covered tip on his cheek.
"Damn you cum a lot, Luke," said Jack after he recovered.
"Yeah. I probably should've warned you. I would've, but I wanted to hear the choking noises you'd make as you tried to swallow it."
"I'm glad my choking entertained you," he said giggling.
I looked at the tent in his boxer briefs. There was a huge wet stain in the center of them. I realized that he had cum, too. "You already shot?" I asked him.
"Yep," Jack replied. "Just like when we were talking on the phone, you made me blow without even touching myself."
"I have fantasized many times about what your cock looks like," I told him truthfully. "Since your Jewish, I know you're cut because Jewish baby boys have their brith when their 8 days old (AUTHOR'S NOTE: A brith is a circumcision ceremony. See? Reading Nifty is educational.), so that helped a little. But it's time for me to see what you've got."
I grabbed a pillow off the bed and put it on the floor in front of him. I kneeled down onto the pillow (so the hard floor didn't hurt my wrecked knee) and put my face in his lap. I breathed in the smell of fresh cum from his wet undies. It smelled great. I quickly pulled off his boxer briefs, freeing his cock, and tossed them aside. I got my first look at Jack's exposed cock. As I expected, it was circumcised. He claimed earlier that his dick was 10 inches long, but it wasn't. It was about 7 inches long, but it was thick. It was at least 4.5 in circumference. My lips were going to feel nice around it. He had a thick black bush around his dick, and his big balls (like he said in the car) had a lot of black hairs covering them.
"Like my thick cock, Luke?" he asked as his organ throbbed.
"Yep. But it's not 10 inches long."
"Damn close," he said, smiling.
"No, it's not," I said, giving the tip a kiss. "It's only like 7 inches."
"7 1/3 inches, to be exact," he said, proudly.
I took a good look at his meat. It was wet with his cum, I assumed. I leaned in and took a sniff. Yep, it was cum. I darted my tongue out and licked his cock from his balls all the way up to his tip and back down again. I gave his stiff rod a nice tongue bath as the young boy moaned.
"Suck it, Luke," he said as I teased him with my tongue. I was making him hot. "I'm so fucking horny. Suck my boner, Luke."
I decided that he was ready. I swallowed his cock whole. His thick pubic hairs tickled my nostrils. I started sucking his whole cock, just keeping it all in my mouth and sucking. Jack was making these little pleasure whimpers as I did this. I slowly sucked down the length of his dick all the way to the tip, then slowly went back to the base. I sucked him slow and hard. I'm sure it was pleasant torture for him.
"This feels awesome," Jack praised. "Keep doing it like this. I've never had a slow blowjob like this before."
So I kept sucking him real slow. I took it all in my mouth, sucked it real hard for a minute, then sucked it good all the way back to the tip.
I took his prick out of my mouth and started licking his balls. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath as I took his left nut into my mouth, sucking it softly. Jack started panting as I worked his jewels over real good. I felt his hand brush against my face as he began jacking off while my mouth played with his balls. I realized that he was horny and needed my mouth on his peter, so I went to suck it again, but he stopped me. "I told you I'm gonna cum across your face," he said as his left hand pounded his cock. "Take care of my nuts for me, would you?"
I eagerly obliged. I started to suck on his ball sack for him. I love it when a boy sucks on my nut sack, so I know how Jack must be feeling. He's got to be close to shooting.
As if reading my mind, he said "Bring your head closer to my dick, Luke."
I did as he instructed and a moment later warm jets of semen splashed all over my face. Thankfully I had closed my eyes, otherwise a glob of boy goo would've blinded me. He coated my forehead, nose, cheek, and lips with his hot cream. After his Johnson finished spasming, I licked my lips. Jack's cum tasted really good, I noticed. I wiped some more of his juice off my face and licked it off my fingers.
"I told you I was gonna do it, bitch," he said, smiling.
I smiled back at him. "Now I'm going to get me a real mouthful." I took his softening penis into my mouth and sucked. But he had me stop, saying he was too sensitive.
"Stuff my ass with your big cock and then you can have a good load of my jizz," he told me.
"Fine," I said and stood up. I grabbed my stiff rod and jacked it for a second. "How do you want it?"
"I wanna be fucked on my back," Jack replied. "Shit. I left the lube in the car. Be right back." He got off the bed and slipped on his jeans. "Try not to do anything until I return." He ran out the door, his hard on leading the way.
After he closed the door, I looked around the cheap motel room. I spotted Jack's cum-filled boxer briefs on the floor next to the dormity refrigerator. Since my cock was getting soft, I picked up the discarded underwear and took a whiff to get me going again. The reaction was electric. My cock became as hard as it was just two minutes ago when I was licking his goo off my face. In fact, I became just as horny, too. I couldn't wait for him to return. I lay myself down on the bed and spread my legs wide, finally removing my pants before I did. I held Jack's used underwear to my nose as I masturbated. A moment later, the boy whose underwear I was sniffing came back into the room with a small paper bag.
"Couldn't resist?" he asked with a smile.
"I saw your cummy boxer briefs and couldn't help taking a whiff," I explained. "When I did, I got all hot and bothered and my cock was begging for affection."
"Yeah? Well, now my ass is begging for some affection." He tossed me a tube of off-brand lubricating jelly. "I assume you know what to do with that."
"I don't," I lied. "Why don't you help me out?"
He smiled and winked at me and jumped onto the bed. He grabbed the bottle of lube from me and unscrewed the cap. He squeezed a healthy amount of the jelly into his hand and started jerking my cock, lubing it real nice. When it was well-lubed, he let go and rubbed some of the goo into his hole.
I got off the bed and walked to the foot of it. He scooted forward so that his butt was right at the edge of the bed. I took his legs and put them on my shoulders, lifting his behind off the mattress. This gave me easy access to his sweet hole. Jack locked his ankles behind my head as I got ready to fuck him. I rubbed my big dick up and down his crack, teasing him a little. I tickled his butt hole for a minute, but didn't push my dick inside. Just like when I was licking his rod, I was trying to get him really hot.
"Stop teasing me and ram me hard," Jack said.
"You want me to take it slow like I did with your cock?"
"No," he said. "I want it hard. Real hard. Split me in half with your big, fat cock, Luke. And do it now! I need to feel your hard penis in my ass."
My uncut cock found his asshole and pushed its way inside. It met some resistance on its way to the prostrate. Jack apparently hadn't been fucked too much in his 17 years. He was nice and tight and my cock was loving it. Just like he wanted, I pounded his ass with my dick. It was hard to go really fast because he was so tight, but I know Jack was loving it. I know because of what he was saying.
"Yeah, Luke. Like that. Fuck me hard. Pound my ass. Punish me with your fat cock. I've been a bad boy and you need to teach me a lesson I'll NEVER forget. Damn this feels good!"
His encouragement made me want to pound him harder. My cock was ripping the inside of his ass as it went back and forth along his rectum walls. I was stabbing him over and over again with my 8.5 inches much to both of our delight.
I took one of my hands off his thighs and grabbed hold of his cock. I just noticed a puddle of liquid on his belly which told me that he had already busted a nut. I started to jack Jack as I fucked his sweet hole.
"Your ass feels so fucking good, Jack," I told him as my whole body was being used to pleasure him.
"So does your cock," the 17-year-old boy replied. "I never had a cock this big and fat up my hole before. I never want another boy's cock again. The only dick I want in my butt from now on is yours. I love the way you're fucking me."
"Where do you want my cum?" I asked a moment later as my balls got tight.
"Please," Jack said, "fill my tight hole with your love juice. I love to feel hot cocks unload inside me."
I did exactly what he wanted roughly 5 seconds later. My hips started bucking and his ass ate more of my cock. It was all the way inside him. My cockhead was pressed up against his young prostate as gallons of goo shot out of my cock and made him feel really good. It was an incredible rush for myself too. Spurt after spurt of my creamy goodness filled him up nicely.
"Fuck," he said as I finished. His own cock had let go with a big load too, his third of the night. With my cock still inside his ass, I leaned forward and licked his cum off his belly. It tasted as good as I remembered.
When my cock got soft, I took it out of him. "Is your ass happy now?" I asked as I lay beside him on the bed. After busting numerous nuts throughout the day, my sexy co-worker was tired. I was too, but I still wanted to get a good mouthful of his liquid joy.
"My ass is incredibly happy," a tired-sounding Jack said. "You were fucking awesome, Luke. That was the best fuck I've ever had. I've never shot so much in one night ever, not even when I was fucking a girl. You've made me shoot 5 times today."
"Thomas is more attractive than me, plus he's younger," I said. "I'm sure you shot more with him."
Jack got up off the bed and walked to his pants. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. He pushed the speakerphone button so I can hear the phone ringing on the other side. Thomas' voice came on the line. "Hello?"
"Hey, it's Jack," said the hot naked boy.
"Hey, what's up?" the sexy Puerto Rican said.
"My dick," Jack replied, lying. His dick was soft and resting against his big nuts.
"Yeah? Mine too. I was just getting ready for bed so I was beating off. Thinking about you, of course."
"Yeah?" Jack replied, his dick visibly stirring. "Let me hear you stroke it."
"Okay," Thomas agreed. A moment later both Jack and I heard the sound of a stiff cock getting beat. We also heard Thomas moaning softly in the background. After about a minute, Thomas came back on the line. By this time both Jack and I were hard as bricks again and Jack was even slowly stroking his meat. "So what are you doing?" asked Thomas.
"I'm at the motel getting my cock sucked," he lied.
"Really? Let me hear."
"Hang on," Jack said. He motioned for me to come to him. I did. I got on my knees and quickly began blowing him. He brought the phone to my lips as I noisily slurped on his peter. I said "Mmm" as a drop of precum escaped his slit and leaked out onto my tongue.
Jack brought the phone back to his lips and said, "See?"
"Hot," our co-worker said. "Did you call to show off or were you inviting me to come play?"
"Nah, we've been fucking around for awhile now and we're tired," he said honestly. I continued working his cock with my mouth. Just because Thomas wasn't listening anymore didn't mean I had to stop sucking. "I called because he didn't believe me when I said that he made me cum more times than you made me. Tell him how many times you made me cum."
"You came once when we were at work when I gave you a quick blowjob in the bathroom," Thomas recalled. "You made yourself cum again when you were at your desk and got horny thinking about what we were going to do later. At the motel, you came once in my mouth and once in my ass. That's 4 times."
"See?" Jack said to me as I was licking his balls.
"So who you got there with you?" Thomas asked. "It's Phillip, isn't it. I always thought he was a little gay."
"Nope, not Phillip. Try again."
"James?"
"Nope," Jack said.
"Umm, let's see," said Thomas. "Is it Clark?"
"Afraid not."
"It is a boy, right?" Thomas wanted to clarify.
"Yup."
"I don't know," Thomas told him. "Tell me."
"Should I tell him?" Jack asked me. I shrugged. "I'll only tell him if you want him to join in one day. If you don't like him, I'll leave it as a mystery." I sucked Jack's dick thoughtfully. Because Thomas is also 17, the angel that was over my left shoulder but had flown the coop when I came into the motel room, came back. She told me to tell Jack to leave me unidentified. But Thomas is way hotter than Jack, so I motioned for him to reveal who I was.
"It's Luke," the owner of the cock I was sucking said.
"Luke?!" Thomas said, surprised. "I don't believe you. Luke can't be gay. He's way too cute to be gay."
I stood up and took the phone from Jack. "Oh, but I am," I told the hot Puerto Rican boy.
"Damn. We need to have a threesome."
"Give Jack and I a day to recover and we'll take you up on that offer," I said, looking at Jack. "Right, Jack?"
"Hell yeah," he replied. My own cock got 10 times harder thinking about sticking my long rod deep inside Thomas' cute ass. I got back on my knees and took Jack's cock into my mouth. I was honestly pretending that it was Thomas', even though Thomas' is uncut.
"I can't wait," Thomas said. "Oh shit." Just then he started moaning and whimpering and then he softly screamed. I knew that he was cumming thinking about screwing around with Jack and I. Hearing Thomas get off made Jack explode in my mouth. Since this was his sixth nut of the day, he didn't shoot as much cum as he did when he came across my face. But he gave me enough to satisfy me. I happily swallowed his juice down my throat and deep into my belly.
"You got off, too?" Thomas asked Jack when he recovered from his own orgasm.
"Yep. For the sixth time today."
"Does Luke spit or swallow?" Thomas asked of Jack.
Before he could answer, I got up and took the phone. "You'll see the day after tomorrow when we're all fucking. Deal?"
"Deal," the boy said eagerly. "And now I must go to bed."
"Okay," I said. "Bye, Thomas." Jack echoed my goodnight and hung up the phone. He pushed me down onto the bed and lay down on top of me in 69 position. "There has yet to been a time I've had sex in this room without doing a 69. And this is my 8th time in this room."
"If you're ready to go, then so am I," I assured him. I took his half-hard peter into my mouth and sucked hit hard until it was at its full length.
"Yeah," he said, momentarily stopping his sucking. "You're a great cocksucker, Luke." I just grunted in reply. Jack went down on me, rapidly getting me off. He was taking it all in his mouth so that each time he went down, his lips were touching my balls.
As his prick was in my mouth, he started thrusting it in and out on his own. I stopped bobbing my head and just sucked as he fucked my face. I was able to focus on sucking really hard now that I didn't need a rhythm, really. I'm sure this felt great for Jack.
Since he had cum so much already and I've only busted 3 times, I was the first one to shoot. Without warning him, my large cock shot globs of thick cum down his throat. I didn't have as much jizz so he was able to get it all down easily.
Luckily for me, Jack shot his load as soon as my own peter had stopped. His balls let loose with a good amount of cream, which my taste buds savored. When he finished, he climbed off of me and sat on the bed. I sat up and put my legs on either side of him so my semi-erect penis was resting against his buns. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. "You know what?" I asked of the sexy 17-year-old.
"No. What?"
"I DO know, Jack, now," I told him, the complete opposite of what I said hours ago. "I do know, Jack."
WELL, that's my story. I guess I should tell you that this story was fictitious. The people in this story (Jack, Thomas, and myself) are all real, but these events never happened. Maybe one day they will. You never know.
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