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)
“Jack?”
“Can I come over? Now? I have something to tell you.”
Will opened to door to Jack and held out his arms. Jack stepped into them and they kissed.
“Welcome back. What’s it been? A week, a month? I thought you’d never get your ass back here.”
Jack laughed. “You taste salty.”
“I was riding my stationary bike. I was just going to shower. Care to join me?”
“I’d love to.” Jack’s cock jerked to attention.
They washed each other, taking turns soaping up each other’s body, spending extra time on certain areas. Will lathered Jack’s cock, gripping it as he leaned down. “I want you, Jack. I want to take you tonight. Is it time? Are you ready yet to receive me?”
A sharp jolt of adrenaline slid through his gut. Ever since they’d first made love, it had remained one-sided. While Jack became increasingly comfortable with penetrating Will, he had yet to be on the receiving end.
It wasn’t that he found the idea disgusting or repelling in any way. Quite the contrary—he’d come to crave the intense intimacy the act created between them. He wasn’t even entirely clear on the source of his hesitation. He supposed it was part fear of a physical unknown—how could he handle such a huge thing entering such a tiny opening? Surely it had to hurt, no matter what Will said.
When he was honest with himself, he recognized the fear went deeper than any physical consideration. It was such an intimate act—such a complete bearing of oneself. He wasn’t sure he had the courage to render himself so completely vulnerable to another person, even if that person was Will.
Jack didn’t answer the question directly. Instead he climbed out of the shower, tucked a towel around his waist and took a second, larger towel. When Will stepped out of the shower, Jack wrapped him in the towel, sinking to his knees as he lovingly dried Will’s long, sexy legs.
He knew, suddenly, it was a matter of trust. He looked up at his handsome young lover and smiled. “Yes,” he announced, trying to ignore the butterflies beating their wings in his belly. “I want it. I want you.”
They lay together on the bed, naked in each other’s arms. They kissed, their erect cocks colliding. Finally Will disengaged himself from Jack’s embrace, sliding down to take his shaft into his mouth. Jack sighed, stunned anew at the nearly unbearable pleasure he experienced each time Will did this. Will licked and kissed along the shaft, his hands stroking and fondling his balls, his fingers exploring the cleft of Jack’s ass.
Jack tensed for a second, as he always did when Will touched him there. He knew intellectually this made no sense. He loved touching, probing, exploring Will’s intimate passageway—why should he be so shy, so uncomfortable when Will attempted to do the same?
Trust. He would trust Will to keep him safe, even if it pressed the envelope of his sensual comfort. He lay on his back, permitting Will to push his legs up and back, so his feet were resting flat on the bed, his ass exposed for his lover’s attention.
He closed his eyes, taking a sharp breath as Will dipped his head, lowering it past Jack’s balls to the tiny puckered hole below. Jack couldn’t help the shudder when he felt Will’s warm, wet tongue lick along the rim. Despite his anxiety, he had to admit it felt good.
After a while, the tongue was replaced by Will’s finger, gently, carefully touching and then entering Jack’s nether entrance. His muscles clamped down around it.
“Relax, you’re doing great,” Will urged. He pressed deeper and Jack found his body adjusting. It didn’t hurt. It felt good. He was distracted by Will’s other hand curling seductively around his cock.
He felt a second finger stretching him, causing a momentary discomfort that was quickly replaced with a returning buttery pleasure.
“You ready, Jack? I want you so bad.”
“Yeah,” Jack said, his stomach clenching. He started to get up, to rise to his hands and knees as Will had done the several times they’d had intercourse.
“Why don’t you stay like that?” Will suggested. “Lie on your back just like you are. You’ll be less likely to tense, I think. And this way I can see your face, gauge how you’re doing. Does that sound okay?”
Mutely Jack nodded. Will skillfully rolled a condom onto his erect cock, which he then coated with a liberal squirt of lubricant. He leaned up over Jack, reaching down with still-slick fingers to ready Jack’s ass.
Jack closed his eyes. It was easier to relax like this, though he wasn’t quite sure of the mechanics of the operation. Trust Will. Yes, he would trust Will. He wanted this, as much as, maybe more than Will. He wanted to prove to them both he could do it.
Will lowered his face, kissing Jack’s lips before moving up to kiss his eyelids, one at a time. He kissed Jack’s forehead and each cheek. He kissed his chin and then slid his tongue sensually down Jack’s throat while his hand found and gently gripped Jack’s cock.