CHAPTER TWELVE #4
“You wanna take the edge off? We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?” Jack suggested and god damn yes, I really needed to do something with the very healthy, happy dick in my pants.
“Yeah, I need to feel your skin on mine,” I admitted, making my needs clear.
Jack slid off me, kicked off his trainers, then unbuttoned his chino shorts and wriggled out of them, watching me all the while with amusement and lust burning in his eyes.
He pulled the tee over his head to be standing naked in front of me, his beautiful uncut dick bobbing.
I growled as I bucked up, unbuttoned my jeans; and pushed them down my thighs.
Jack helped remove my trainers and socks, and then pulled the jeans off me.
My shirt was on the floor before he retook his place on top of me, but this time, he was straddling my thighs.
His soft hairy legs brushing against my skin made my body fizz with sensation.
We shared an incendiary look. Jack and I had seen one another naked before, it’s a given when you share a trailer on a movie shoot and play a couple.
This time I wasn’t dealing with a silicone dong sheath from the props department, it was the real deal, and thank you lord, Jack’s dick was glorious!
“My, my! Look at that pretty uncut cock,” I said in a low, sultry voice as it faced me proud and enticing.
I reached out and did what I’d wanted to do from the moment I’d seen Jack was uncut.
I wrapped my fingers over the head and eased the silky foreskin back, revealing his crown.
Jack moaned, “Fuck, yes,” I worked him slow, marvelling at the sight of his cock head playing peek-a-boo, the skin covering and revealing with each slow stroke. “Can I suck it?”
“All in good time, babe. Fuck, I’ve been desperate to get my hands on you!
” Jack admitted. With my other hand reached up and gripped the back of Jack’s head, and pulled him down for another drugging kiss.
He groaned into my mouth, and then he eased back, spat into his hand, batted my hand away, and gathered our dicks to begin pumping them together.
“Fhuuuck!” we groaned in unison. His grip was just right, the silken skin of his uncut cock sliding against my cut cock.
I fucking loved his uncut dick. I continued to be mesmerized watching the show, as Jack’s foreskin slipped back, revealing the meaty pink head.
I gave myself to pleasure groaning and bucking, telling Jack just how good he made me feel.
“Jesus! You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met, Nate. You’re the star of all my filthy thoughts,” Jack panted as he jerked us.
Hearing Jack’s British accented voice did something to me that I couldn’t fathom.
From the boiling ache in my balls, I realized that this was going to be the quickest orgasm!
Jack was as sensual as I’d envisioned, his lusty stare, teeth biting his plump lower lip in concentration as he pumped and drove us to our peaks together.
“God damn, Jack, squeeze harder, yeah, baby, that’s it!”
“I’ve got you Nate, let go!” He pumped us faster and then with a cry of “Fhuuck!” Jack surrendered, dramatically tossing his head back.
With the taut column of his throat, his Adams apple prominent and corded muscles stretched, he looked like a religious sculpture in a rictus of agony and ecstasy.
I followed him, spilling in thick pulsing spurts over his hand and my chest. When he came down, Jack chuckled, seeming a little embarrassed by the intensity of our first real-life climax together.
But then he licked our jizz from his hand, and it was a sight so hot my softening dick gave a rallying twitch.
Jack shocked me then. He eased down to lay on top of me and wrapped me in an embrace.
Afterglow kisses and cuddles were a pleasant surprise.
Erik wasn’t a big cuddler, with me anyway.
But I concluded that, yeah, this was lovely.
It was the reassurance I’d needed after making myself so vulnerable to a new lover.
Jack finally rested his cheek on my shoulder and inhaled.
Minutes of silence passed as our racing hearts settled and the post-orgasm wave of wellbeing dragged me into a boneless doze.
“Hmmm. Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you smell? I could feast on you for breakfast!” Jack groaned low against my skin. At the mention of the word breakfast a loud gurgle erupted from my stomach. It made Jack pause, prop himself up, and stare at me.
“When did you last eat?” he asked a little concerned.
“Ehh. Yesterday. I slept for most of the flight.”
“Nate!” Jack scolded and moved off me, flopping onto his back beside me, his kiss swollen lips held in a dejected pout. “You should have said.”
“If I’m honest, I was more horny than hungry,” I admitted.
“Well, now one appetite’s sated, let’s get cleaned up and go down for breakfast,” Jack suggested.
He rolled over and watched me for a long moment before pressing his lips to mine one more time.
“I want to take you out on a proper date tonight. This was just the starter; the main course is going to be epic!”
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