Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
He wondered if Jack was enjoying himself, or if he was too terrified to acknowledge the pleasure. Will’s hands were firmly on his bare ass and so far he hadn’t balked, leaped up screaming or tried to punch Will, so maybe he liked what was happening. Would he like what happened next?
Slowly Will moved one hand from Jack’s ass and slid his fingers under his hip, using the give of the mattress to get where he wanted to go. He felt the silky touch of Jack’s pubic hair. His fingers groped toward the thick, hard shaft pressed between Jack’s body and the bed.
Trying to control his own rising lust, Will closed his fingers around Jack’s cock. It was hot to the touch and stiff as steel. For several moments he simply held it. He could feel the pulse of Jack’s heart thrumming in his shaft. How long it had been since anyone, male or female, had touched Jack so intimately?
Was it his imagination or had Jack shifted on the bed, his body slightly angled so it was easier for Will to grip his cock? Encouraged by this, Will slid his thumb up over the head of Jack’s cock, finding the gooey drop of pre-come he’d been looking for. He slid his thumb back down along the silky flesh and repositioned his fingers. With his hand trapped beneath Jack’s girth, he found it difficult to get a proper grip.
It was obvious Jack wanted this. His desire seemed to be greater than his fear. Taking a chance, Will leaned down and whispered, “Turn over onto your back. Keep your eyes closed. If you want me to stop at any time you just say that. Remember, your pace.”
He let go of Jack’s cock and moved off his legs to sit beside him. Jack didn’t move. Then he rolled over onto his back, draping one arm over his face. Will was reminded of toddlers who think they can’t be seen if they hide their own eyes. He grinned to himself. In a way Jack was a toddler, sexually speaking, though if Will had his way, he’d be growing up in a hurry.
He glanced down at Jack’s groin. His cock was creating a little tent in his boxers. Will leaned over and lifted the elastic waistband to release Jack’s cock from its cotton prison. He slid the shorts down Jack’s thighs and tossed them off the bed.
“Ah,” he couldn’t help but sigh aloud. Jack’s cock was as thick and long as he’d imagined, rising proudly from a luxurious nest of dark curls. “Jesus, Jack, you have a hot body.”
Jack didn’t respond. He might have been sleeping, save for the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the rigid shaft pointing upward. Will licked his palm and wrapped Jack’s cock in his hand. He wanted to suck it—to impale himself on it—but he forced himself to slow down.
Carefully he moved his hand up and down the rigid cock, his other hand gently cupping the heavy, warm sac beneath. Jack groaned. Will’s cock had snaked out of his bikini, half of it in plain sight, dark with blood and throbbing with desire. He could almost feel the tight clench of Jack’s virgin ass around it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Right now his focus was on Jack’s pleasure.
Forgetting to go slow, he leaned down and closed his lips over the crown of Jack’s cock. He tasted musky and warm, the very essence of masculinity. Greedily Will lowered his head, licking along the shaft, not stopping until he felt the head lodge in his throat.
“Jesus! Oh my God. Oh my God.” Jack’s voice came out a hoarse cry. Will stilled, waiting for Jack to tell him to stop. Instead Jack arched his hips ever so slightly, a silent cue to continue. His mouth still stuffed with cock, Will grinned.
He began to lick and suck Jack with all the considerable skill he possessed, using his hands to cradle and gently squeeze Jack’s balls. Jack was groaning, his breathing rapid and shallow. Will licked in lazy circles down and then up the shaft before plunging onto it, not stopping until his nose met Jack’s pubic bone. He held himself in this position until the need for oxygen forced him to pull back. Jack had begun to moan, a series of bleating, breathless cries.
After several minutes Jack gripped Will’s hair with both hands, pulling hard as he again offered a cryptic prayer heavenward. “Oh, God. Please…please…God…”
Jack’s balls tightened in Will’s hand, his entire body suddenly rigid in the seconds before orgasm. When Jack shot his copious seed, Will was ready. Eagerly he swallowed, pulling back to lick every drop from Jack’s shaft.
He lay his head on Jack’s hip and reached up to touch his chest. Jack’s skin was burning, his heart pounding so hard for a moment Will was worried he would have a heart attack.