Jake and his smooth sack learns how to stroke his cock
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I worked as a short order cook, trying to earn some money while I was studying - it wasn't easy being broke and my parents weren't in a position to pay for anything, so I used the skills I had to make ends meet.
But, that's not my story - but it is the beginning of meeting Jake. The breakfast house was in a bit of a rough neighborhood, with a lot of tough guys coming in for their breakfast. But you got to know that everyone's got to eat, right? They weren't as bad as everyone made out.
Jake was no different. He was a little younger than me - maybe a dropout, but he had his wits about him - socially and in education. Street smart, blonde, blue eyed guy next door type. Always ordered a bacon and egg sandwich. Don't laugh, and this is not a dick joke, but I always gave him a pickle on top. Tough guy - never said anything about it when I did and never stopped doing it, so never said anything about it....
He took me by surprise one day when he came in for his sandwich. It was kind of quiet and the cheek of him to launch himself up on the front counter and sit there watching me make up the order and started chatting to me for the first time - ever.
Honestly, I could not remember what he was saying, just listening to him made me smile. It was all 'blah blah blah' to my ears. Until he said 'so, where do you hang out?' and I nodded stupidly before realizing it was a question that I had no idea he asked.
He asked again and my brain kicked in.
'Um... I live in the hills - it's kind of far from here, but this is close to where I study, so it's convenient'
'Huh', was all I had in return.
Sandwich done, Jake headed out.
This scenario played out a few times over the coming months - cheeky Jake perched on the front counter chatting away to me while I made his order. Then some sort of question.
This week was: 'What do you do for fun?'
I stopped and thought about it for a bit. I said I was going out to the new Mexican spot round the corner with some friends later - see what it was like.
Jake nodded and said he'd thought about going there, too.
My stupid mouth opened before brain could kick in and mouth asked if he wanted to come. Brain had a melt down, body stopped responding and I dropped the flat iron on the floor in a loud crash.
Brain finally kicked in and sent body to crouch behind the griddle and hide.
I head Jake shout out to me, 'Hey, you alright?' and heard his feet thump down on my side of the counter and he rounded the griddle in a flash.
Next thing I knew, two hands lifted me up to my feet and I stood there wavering a bit.
'Damn, I thought you slipped or something'
I smiled (brain kicked in, just in time) and said I was fine.
Jake looked unconvinced but repeated that he'd like to come to the Mexican join if that worked for me.
Brain melted. Mouth said 'Yeah! Sounds like a plan'
Stupid mouth.
Somehow we agreed to meet up at 7 back here at the cafe.
Well, let's just say I got some looks from my friends when I turned up with Jake. He was slim, blue eyes and messy blonde hair. And had a killer smile. More than any of my friends have pulled before and I had no idea what I was doing here with him. It was very confusing to explain and both male and female friends tried to grill me (mind the pun) about who he was, how he was here with me and what the ..... was going on.
I wasn't much the wiser, so - no idea.
Much to my surprise, Jake produced a hip flask out of his pocket and waggled it at me, tilting his head to the men's room. Body followed (brain melted again and mouth didn't know what to do)
We went in the men's room and Jake took a swig before handing the flask to me.
Thankfully, brain kicked in and I refused - I had to drive home afterwards. No booze for me.
As dinner progressed, Jake had thrown back a number of swigs from the flask and seemed to be getting a little wobbly.
I managed to ensure this was not noticed by my friends, but as we all said goodbye, it was clear Jake was not really in a good state to wobble home by himself.
I got him to my car and sat him in the passenger's side. He seemed quite comfortable there and looked sleepy. Getting an address out of him was almost impossible, so I figured I'd have to put him up for the night - it was a long drive home.
Got home, set up the camp stretcher bed for Jake next to my own and we both settled in for the night.
The drive was long and it seemed the fresh air had woken Jake up as he was quite chatty by the time we arrived back at my parent's house. Luckily they inhabited one end of the house and I was at the other end with kitchen, bathroom and laundry room in between.
Jake stripped off to boxers and a t-shirt, so I did the same and we both settled in to our respective beds. His lower to the ground then my own, but side my side.
My blanket was slightly touching the top of his and after a while, the motion of the blanket suggested (to my surprise) that Jake was having a little stroking session in the dark, next to my bed. Cheeky!!
I was not one to be shy so I said 'Is it just me, but as soon as I hit the sheets, I get a boner'
The stroking stopped and there was a little pause before a little chuckle and Jake said, 'nah, not just you'
We both laughed a bit.... then a pause
'What do you think about when you stroke?' I asked outright
Jake mumbled something incoherent and asked a question back - 'what's your technique?'
'Technique? Um... I guess I stroke it, don't you?'
'Yeah, but like how? Do you grab it in a fist or turn your palm around like it was someone else doing it?'
'Oh, um... I guess I stroke it but I like to tug my ball sack while I stroke - it makes my cock stick out more'
'Huh?'
'You know - right hand on your cock, left hand on your sack and give a little tug - it feels nice'
'Never tried it'
'How about spitting on your hand to lather up your cock? Done that?'
'Nope'
'Man, you've not lived'
'You say it feels nicer than just having a stroke?'
'Yeah - give it blast'
I hear Jake spit on his hand and my blanket starts to move back and forth again and I hear a grunt.
'Working?' I ask
'How do you manage spit, turning your hand round like someone else is tugging your cock and grab your sack all at the same time? It doesn't make sense', Jake's voice said in the dark.
'I dunno, I guess you just get in the rhythm of things'
'I don't think I have enough hands - I can't make all of it work at once'
Silence. Brain freezes and mouth doesn't know what to say. Then mouth says, 'Here - let me show you'
There was a moment where I thought mouth had gone too far but then heard Jake throw off the covers.
'Kneel up on the bed', mouth says (brain still frozen in fear of what mouth was saying)
Jake got up from his cot and knelt up on the bed, I felt the side of the mattress sag down.
'No, turn your back to me and sit back on your heels'
In the dark, Jake shuffles himself onto the end of the bed and rests back on his heels - his silhouette was in front of me as I slipped out of my blankets and shuffled up behind him.
I put out my hands and put them on his shoulders. He tensed for a moment then seemed to relax. He had a t-shirt on and I patted him down in the dark to find the waistband of his shorts, which he was still wearing.
'You good?' I asked from behind him.
'What the ... are you gonna do?' he asked
'Just wait and see - I bet you're gonna love this. Don't move'
I snaked a hand down his thigh and found the leg hole of his shorts. Slipped a hand up inside until I could feel his ball sack. Jake drew a deep breath.
'It's cool, I'm just going to show you what I mean'
Jake didn't reply but I figured he just nodded.
His sack was smooth and balls were a bit tense, pulling upward but with the warmth of my hand and him visibly relaxing into this scenario, they slowly dropped down bit by bit to be quite the handful. I gingerly cupped his sack and managed to coax both his balls down until I could encircle the top of his sack and give them a gentle tug.
Jake let out a breath that he'd clearly been holding with a 'fuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk' in breathy tones.
'Feel good?'
I could feel Jake nod.
His cock was draped over the top of my hand and I could feel the tip touching my fingers.
I knelt up and brought my mouth close to Jake's ear, 'Now, get your hand, spit on it and lube up your cock'
Jake said nothing but I heard him spit on his hand, fiddle around the fly of his boxers and pull his cock through the hole, slowly sliding his slippery hand up and down his shaft.
I slowly pulled down on his balls.
Another 'fuuuuuuuuucccccccccccck' came out of Jake's mouth.
'Good huh?'
'Mmm...' was the only reply, but he was clearly staring to stroke his cock as his whole body was moving back and forth.
I moved my mouth right up against his neck and whispered, 'Yeah man, stroke that cock' while Jake went to work.
Every so often I would pull down on his ball sack and Jake would exhale with husky tones of profanity.
My cock was a stiff as a board in my shorts - battling to burst out the waistband and with my other hand, I was trying not to make it obvious, but rubbing the head through my shorts and making a slippery wet patch where the precum was flooding the fabric.
We kept on like this for a while and Jake was clearly enjoying his new experience. His body was rocking back and forth a little stronger now as he was getting into thr rhythm of stroking his cock while I tugged at his ball sack and I re-positioned myself to get a little more comfortable when he backed up a bit and his back connected with my hard cock in my shorts.
We both froze for a moment before he went back to stroking, but leaned back a little more.
I happened to lean forward a little more and with each stroke, Jake's back made contact with my hard cock.
My pre was free flowing and I could feel the sticky juice sliding down my cock since my shorts were too soaked to take any more.
I leaned forward a little more and let Jake's back press hard against my cock while I whispered in his ear, 'I wanna show you one more little trick to make your cock feel nice'.
Jake just moaned and nodded in the dark.
With one hand tugging down on his ball sack, my hard cock pressed into Jake's back, I reached around with my left hand and put it down the font of his short, following the treasure trail of soft hair down to his pubes.
My nails were short, but enough to grab the sparse hair there and scratch at his skin beneath. Jake knelt up a bit with pleasure and let out a guttural moan.
He stayed there for a short time before coming back to rest on his heels and once again press against my hard cock - now, starting to move up and down to rub my cock with his back as he stroked.
Now, was the time.
I leaned forward and started kissing Jake's neck. He lifted his head and started breathing heavily. I worked from his jawline down to his t-shirt hole and back up again - much to the sounds of pleasure from Jake.
He was stroking away, licking his had often and replenishing the spit that was lubricating his cock.
My cock was throbbing with excitement as I rubbed it firmly against his back.
Next thing I knew, Jake snaked his left hand behind him and in a similar way, slid his hand up the leg hole of my shorts and grabbed my ball sack.
I gasped. Not just from the surprise of Jake even touching me, but the fact that my cock was almost ready to explode from the contact with his back but like me, gently tugged down on my balls which sent thrills of sexual pleasure down my back.
Damn it - I've just shot a load recounting this so far and decorated the wall behind me.
Sharing my recollection of this encounter has made me blow my load....
Part 2 cumming soon!
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