Matt continues the story
It was hot. Fuck was it hot.
The hot touch of his leg against mine sent waves of desire coursing through my already overheated senses. He pressed it against me again, and I looked over at him, and then at Alice, who was dozing quietly in one of the picnic chairs we'd brought along.
We lay in the long grass behind her where we'd slumped after working our way through the goodies that she'd packed for us. Jack was wearing a loose shirt and tight shorts, while I had on my regulation torn cut-offs and the torn t-shirt that Alice always said made me look like I'd been caught on barbed wire. He unzipped himself and was stroking his long hard cock and smiling, as if daring me.
'Alice,' I mouthed silently, nodding in her direction.
'Don't worry,' he mouthed back, and pressed again, this time sliding his free hand up and down my thigh. I kept my eyes on Alice intently as I lowered my zipper and hauled out my hard meat. The warm air felt good on it as I stroked it, and watched a drop of precum glisten, which I squeezed and let run over my thumb.
I looked at Jack as I licked my hand, then he rolled over onto his side, his dick almost touching me, so I leaned over and stroked it, feeling its firmness and smooth strength. He slid his fingers round mine, and ran them up and down my length. Being easily embarrassed, as I'd mentioned earlier, I was keen to make sure we weren't being seen, but this part of the picnic area was deserted, and if it hadn't been for Alice slumped in the chair, it would have been perfect.
This was like I'd always wanted it to be after college with a pal, wandering up to the sports field after everyone had gone home, and enjoying mutual masturbation in a changing room.
It just never happened.
And now, this was the first time that Jack had made a move on me since he'd arrived at the house, and I was so keyed up that I knew I'd shoot my wad any time now, so I desperately tried to control my thoughts, but seeing that brown, manly hand stroking my meat just threw my senses into a turmoil and I felt that old familiar hot wave building up, and sure enough, I suddenly spurted a fountain of milky semen that arched and plopped back, splashing over Jack's hand.
I shivered as I continued to cum, my spunk pulsing it's load before weakening slightly, and all the time Jack maintained the same stroke until I tapped his hand for him to stop.
He wiped his hand on some grass, then suddenly zipped himself up and rose to his feet while I struggled to wipe the spunk from my cut-offs in the same way. 'Well, I guess we'd better pack up the picnic things eh, Alice?' he announced in a calm voice.
I couldn't believe he'd done this to me! He'd made me cum and then completely ignored me. I was furious, stuffing my cock into my cut-offs just as Alice turned round.
'Yes dear,' she said in a sleepy voice, 'Do you think it's time we went home?' The return journey was really quiet. Jack sat in the back while Alice rode next to me in the passenger seat. She didn't like riding in the back of cars, and I occasionally glanced at Jack in the driving mirror, his eyes meeting mine, and he'd smile like at some private joke that I sure as hell didn't get.
Ever since he'd arrived I'd wanted to get my hands on him, and now it was like he was flirting with me playing hard to get!
Christ, my prick was so hard again it was painful. I was real mad, and figured if that was the best he could do then he needn't fuckin' bother!
The afternoon wore on and while Jack tried to make some sort of sexual small talk back at the house whenever Alice was out of the room, I merely grunted my reply and wandered off. I hated myself for doing it because he made my cock leap whenever I was near him. I just didn't understand how he could have been so off-hand with me back in the picnic area.
It got to 9.00 and Jack announced that he was turning in, so Alice and I said our goodnights to him, and I watched him as he left the room.
'He's awfully fond of you, Matt,' Alice said quietly, as she watched the TV.
I stared at the fireplace, my cock sliding down inside the length of my cut-offs.
'I've asked him to stay here to keep you company when I go to my sister's next month. I hope you don't mind.'
My prick rose yet again. Maybe Jack and I would get on better with just the two of us here.
I brightened up.
'Sure, no problem.'
'Well I'm turning in now, dear,' she said, rising from her seat. 'Make sure everything is locked up, won't you?'
I decided to leave it for a half hour or so, then I followed her, locking the doors and switching off the lights as I went.
Upstairs, Alice had given Jack the guest bedroom, which was along the hall from mine and right opposite hers. I crept past Jack's, seeing that there was no light under the door, nor under Alice's, so I showered and padded back to my room, with a towel wrapped round my waist, then turned out the lights, leaving the house in darkness.
I closed my door behind me, and lay back on my bed, spread my legs and pulled the towel from beneath me and played with myself until I was hard, idly stroking it as I gazed out of the window at the night sky through the crack in the curtains, thinking about Jack and wanting him badly, even though I was still mad at him. Spreading my legs wider, as far as they would go, I reached down and cupped my balls as I stroked, then I ran a finger further down, so that it dipped into my anus.
I was hot, and I needed cock.
My thoughts started to take on more and more horny aspects, that all involved Jack - maybe a threesome, or two cocks up my ass, watersports, scat and bondage; I wanted to role play with Jack, and I wanted to spread my legs just for him, drinking his cum and feeling him deep in my ass, but at some point my brain must have said 'enough!' because I suddenly awoke from a sleep that I didn't know I'd drifted into, to the sound of my bedroom door opening. Then it closed again, and I sensed someone moving along by the side of my bed. I rolled over onto my back, seeing only a shape in the gloom, then a strong hand stroked my thigh, so I moved over to the wall and let my unseen guest lay down next to me.
He gently caressed me with one hand exploring my body under his light touch, then I felt his cock press against my stomach, and our two erections slid side by side up between us. He was leaking, and so was I, leaving cool damp trails on our stomachs. The dark made it more exciting, even though I knew who my night visitor was but it could have been any man, and that was where the thrill lay.
A slightly stubbled chin scraped softly against mine and our mouths found each other, our lips parted and his hot tongue darted in to meet mine as I closed my eyes and gave myself up to him, sliding my hand between us to feel his hard, strong meat, gripping it tightly, as if afraid he might leave me.
He was breathing harshly through his nostrils as we kissed, our mouths awash with each other's saliva, and I ached for the strength in his studly body and those muscular arms embracing me.
'I want to taste you,' I whispered, pulling free and sliding down to take that cock in my mouth for the very first time.
His flesh was hot, and giving off that musky man-smell that always turned me on and I licked his pre-cum, running the point of my tongue round - and in - his piss slit, feeling him jump slightly as I did so, then I took his meat further into my mouth, an inch at a time, breathing hard, he was so big. Somehow my throat seemed to take him in, and now my eyes were wide open, even though I could see little in the dark, I could sense the sheer size of him, and then my nose crinkled as I reached his hot tangled bush with the beads of sweat clinging in the hair.
I briefly let him slide from me, almost letting the tip leave my mouth, before taking him all the way back in again, my eyes now watering slightly. He gasped each time I let his cock slither out and again when I re-took him.
He tapped me on the shoulder.
'Lie still,' he whispered.
I felt movement, then I realised that he had turned his body and we were now nose to tail, lying on our sides. His open thighs and cock were level with my mouth, and then he started to suck on me.
He took me in deep, and he fingered my asshole. I tried to concentrate on sucking him, but when he dipped two fingers into me, I had to fling my head back at the glorious sensation.
'More!' I cried hoarsely, and he duly obliged by dipping in four fingers, up to the knuckle inside me, then I leaned forward and tended to his cock again, taking him all the way in, and slowly fellating him, my senses now heady with what he was doing to my ass, mixed with the pleasure of the manly odor that filled the air.
At that moment I think I had genuine love for Jack. It's hard to explain; I'm promiscuous and I'm happy with that because there's always someone new, always a new body - but it seemed so right with Jack that, at that moment in time, I hoped he'd never leave.
At that moment in time.
Once the afterglow of the orgasm and the spurting cum had passed, then Jack would revert to being very desirable.
For now, I loved and needed him.
His head was moving expertly on my cock, sucking me at such a rate that I knew I couldn't hold out for long, but I didn't want him leaving like he did earlier this afternoon.
'Stop, Jack!' I almost cried out, then I felt him slide round again, so we were face to face.
'Fuck me, Jack,' I murmured, stroking the side of his face. 'There's some lube in the drawer by the bed.' He reached over and brought out a tube, which he cracked open. I lay on my back, spread and ready, as he moved round so that he was between my legs.
His strong hands raised my thighs so I was balanced on his legs, spreading me, as his cockhead pushed against my hole.
This was bliss, and I opened myself up to him as wide as I could so he could slide into me, that bulbous head filling my hole, and then the rest of his length slid oozing into me, with a slicky, greased sound from my rectum, until his balls were snug against my ass. Again there was that 'full' feeling that I'd experienced the first time with the dildo, making me gasp out loud, but now this was a living breathing man fucking me, not a piece of plastic.
He began to ride my body and my heart soared, and I felt as though his cock was right up to my throat, as he plowed me, his flesh rising and his cockhead spreading inside me, as though exploring my body. I grasped my cock, and massaged it to make it hard again - it was difficult to sustain a hard-on when I was full of cock, but I managed.
Jack plundered me, and I reached up with my free hand to stroke his chest and six-pack, feeling the tension and strain as we fucked, his voice groaning above me, and splashes of sweat dripping on me.
I was transported.
This was every horny dream I'd ever had come true; this desirable hunk filling my body with his hard cock, his hands holding my thighs, and pulling the ring of my ass round his probing cock.
I beat myself vigorously, not knowing how long it would be before Jack dropped his load inside me, and longing to get there at the same time. His breathing was really harsh now, and his chest heaved, as I stroked his nipple, and ran my fingers in the sweat that was drenching his thick chest hair.
He groaned a deep groan of pleasure, and slumped momentarily, before I realised that his thighs were now driving against me with ragged, uneven yet strong thrusts. I opened my mouth wide, almost by instinct, my whole body tensed and wired, then
'Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!' he gasped, and panted. 'Jeeesssusss, Matt... fuckfuckfuck!'
The first hot stab of cum hit my bowels, and then the full flood bathed my insides with his semen. And just as the last vestige of my sanity seemed to desert me, I shot my wad, splattering it onto my chest and chin, my hand becoming bathed in a viscous glove as I continued to jack off.
He pistoned into me for what seemed like ages, and damp spread beneath me as cum leaked out of me round his cock. At last he his flow subsided and he lowered himself to kiss me, his face a mass of creamy sweat that poured off him and onto me, then he slowly rolled off and out of me. I clamped my hand to my ass as the wave of cum emerged from within me, and I grabbed some tissues from the drawer sticking them up my ass to stem the flow.
Then I lay back next to Jack, our breathing seeming to fill the whole room. as my ass continued to buzz.
'Why did you leave me so suddenly this afternoon?' I heard myself asking in between my panting breaths.
'I wanted you to want me more.'
'You knew I wanted you!'
'Maybe I just wanted this instead.'
His hand stroked my sweat-stained forehead as he spoke softly. 'Maybe I wanted you here, in bed, and not in some grassy fucking picnic area.'
I nodded in the darkness as he stroked my chest and stomach, running his fingers through the pools of spunk that gathered there. I silently gave thanks for having had a dream come true, and from what Alice had said; it looked like I'd have Jack to myself for a while longer.