Jack and Callum Chapter Eight
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Jack and Callum Chapter Eight
Keanu and Martin drank a few pints and talked about sports and gossip from the square. Martin shifted in his seat a few times.
"Martin?" Keanu asked, "are you ok?"
"Yeah," Martin said a bit too quickly, "yeah." Martin shifted again while taking a sip of his larger. "Wellm: Martin finally revealed. "I'm a biy horny mate."
Bingo, Keanu brightrnrd. "`Know whatbyyou mean."
"Really," Martin bluntly returned. "A fit lad like you, with two beautiful women frightening for you."
Keanu chuckled, but then frowned. "I have to say I really miss the thing i love the most."
"Oh?" Martin began to throw a boner at the turn of the conversation.
"A good BJ," Keanu stated bluntly.
"What!" Martin gasped, he was now fully hard. "Whar about Lou and sharon?"
Keanu made a facw, "Lou won't even touch it." he explained. He shrugged, "I guess it is revulsion." Keanu sighed, "and Sharon gives it a try but just isn't any good. Keanu boldly slipped one loafter off and lifted leg until the sole of his foot rubbed Martin's crotch. Martin was hard as a rock and he didn't show any aversion. He didn't show outrage or flinch away.
"You?" Keanu queried.
Martin would normally flinch away from keanu. He wasn't gay afterall. But it felt damn good! "Haven't had one since Stacy." He sighed. She's damn good in bed and suck's a cock like a pro."
"Yeah," Keanu commiserated. He felt a damp spot on martin's jeans. He leaned forward, elbows resting upon the table. WAnna go back to my place and have a few more pints?"
"Yeah," Martin trembled when he responded. He hoped he was getting the right message from Keanu's signals. Wait! He was stunned. SEx with a male? He wasn't gay! But his hard cock swayed him to unventured territory. "Yeah," he stated more positively.
"Come on mate." Keanu urged.
Jack saunted across rhe square toward his house, whistling cheerily. He stopped a moment, thinking about Callum and immediately threw a boner. Pulling out his cell phone, he began to type a text.
HEY MATE, JUST THINKING OF YOU AND REMBERING OUR MOMENT. CAN'T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN. THINK OF ME BABE. LOVE YOU, JACK.
Jack pressed send abd then resumed his walk toward his house. He grinned happily before inserting his key into the front. He lamented that it wasn't Callum he was going to.
Calllum and Ben were cuddled together on their couch watching tv. Feeling his phone buzz ub his pocket, Callum slipped it from the pocket and glanced at the screen to read the message. Jack! It was from Jack and Callum was elated. His stomach flipped and fluttered at the words. Babe; Jack has called him babe! And he said love. Love! Callum was elated.
"Who's it from?" Ben interrupted.
Callum quickly slipped the phone baack into his pocket. "Jack," he rushed. But then
He colored in embarrassment. "Um," Callum hedged, "he wanted to tell me something about work."
"Oh." Ben simply said.
Callum moved on the couch, his cock hard and raging within his trackies. "N eed to use the shitter," he offered up bluntly and rapidly.
Ben chuckled. "TMI, Cal."
Callum shrugged and rose to walk to the bathroom. Behind the locked door, Callum whipped out his cock. It was rigid and pulsing. A drop of precum glistened from the piss slit. Caressing the length a moment he arapped his grip around the base and began to pump hard and fast, glancing back at the closed door every few moments.
Cal pumped fast and hard. Soon he let loose. His shaft jerked and ropes of cum shot free and splattered down upon the floor. Callum bit his lower lip to hold back his grunts and groans.
Once the last drops were wrought free, the copper grabbed a towel and kneeled to wipe uo the mess. Throwing the towel into the clothes bin, he padded back into the living room. Taking the seat next to Ben, he tried to shake away the guilt.
"You ok?" Ben probed. "YOU were in there a long time."
"Um, yeah," Callum ytird to be as casual as possible, "Just a big shit." He bluntly lied.
Ben made a face. "Well I hope you didn't bomb it out," and he chuckeled.
Cal forced out a chuckle as well.
Martiin sat on the couch and awkwardly drummed his fingers against the seat on either side of him. What was he supposed to do, he wondered? He couldn't look directly at Keanu so his eyes darted around thee room.
"So?" he murmured dry mouth and lips.
"So," Keanu gently smiled. "I think I should see that cock that I'm going to work on.
Martin gulped nervously. He wanted to. He should have. He didn't move. He watched as Keanu stood and watched as Keanu slid his tracksuit down his muscular legs and stood to face him. Martin's eyes widened at the sight of the lad's hard cock. He was almost ten inches.Keanu moved closer and martin thought he expected him too suck that enormous. He wouldn't. He wouldn't. Yet he was curious enough. He licked his dry lips.
Keanu slow lowered to his knees before martin. He gently caressed martin's muscular thighs and smiled softly. "Just relax mate and go with it. Enjoy. He assured. I ptomis to be gentle and do only what you want and are comfortable with.
Martin nodded and watched hypnotized as Keanu unpopped the button fly of his jeans. Martin shivered as Keanu lightly touched him and pulled his hard cock free. Martin was a respectable 8 inches.
"Nice," Keanu said and smiled anew.
Martin returned the smile, pleased that Keanu was impressed with him. Then Keanu began to bend his head slowly. He opened his mouth and Martin inhaled sharply.
To be continued....