Jack’s Room

From: Jack Wood

Jack stepped back to admire his handiwork. He had been decorating
his bedroom. Hanging the picture he had taken at the beach and had had
blown up and framed was the last thing he needed to do. It hadn’t been
too hard to convince a group of the rowdy skaters to pose for him. He
took about ten pictures of them as they acted up and posed until he found
the one he really liked. Their boarders were hanging on their half erect
cocks and Terry was flickin’ the bird at him. They were all smiling and
Jack smiled to himself remembering.
Brett poked his head in the room. “Dude, you ever gonna be done?
It is almost time to meet the girls.”
Jack flashed his roommate a big smile and said he would be in and
out of the shower before his thirteen year old brother could cum. And
everyone knows how quickly thirteen year olds can cum.
Brett laughed. “Whatever. We got to get moving.”
Jack slipped out of the gym shorts he was wearing, grabbed a towel,
and walked bare-assed naked to the bathroom. He knew Brett hated it.
They had talked about it over sodas in the middle of the summer. But
what the hell. He was paying half the expenses.
“Oh, jeez, man, didn’t we talk about this this summer?”
Jack smiled at him and just kept walking.
Brett thought, damn exhibitionist. Brett didn’t want his roommate
parading all over the apartment naked. He stared at him as he stepped
into the shower. He absentmindedly caressed his cock and felt it stir.
That is just what he feared was going to happen. He had put on a good
show about being straight but he was hot after half the baseball team and
he didn’t want anyone suspecting it; especially Jack.
Jack let the hot water cascade down over his short brown hair,
caressing his hairy pecs, and running through the thick bush around his
cock and balls. The Mighty Quinn as his thirteen year old brother Kyle
called it began to swell. Thinking of Kyle’s mouth on his cock Jack
began to stroke himself quickly getting the feeling rumbling in his
balls. His balls began to draw up when he got interrupted.
“Jesus, Jack, hurry up.”
Dressed in their preppiest best the boys joined the girls waiting
for them and they headed to the local diner where all the college kids
hung out. Brett was having a great time because he was putting on a show
that he was into girls. Jack was there for Brett. He wasn’t sure he
would ever get to fuck the boy but he wasn’t gonna get him pissed at him;
at least this early in the year.
Back in the apartment Jack quickly stripped out of his street
clothes and back into his shorts and muscle shirt. He plopped down on
the sofa and turned the TV on to Sports Center. He might be gay but that
didn’t mean he didn’t like sports. Subconsciously his hand had begun to
feel his cock, making it leak pre-cum and making a nice wet spot on his
grey shorts. Brett was busy in his room and the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it Brett.” Jack went to the door and opened it. Troy had
a case of beer in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. When he saw
the wet spot on Jack’s shorts he smiled, stared at the spot, and said,
“Am I late for the party?” Jack looked down and laughed.
Jack reached out and grabbed Troy’s crotch and said, “We were just
thinking about you.” Troy laughed. “Are we alone?” “Fat chance.
Brett is organizing his room.” Before they could say or do anything else
Brett appeared around the corner.
Troy couldn’t believe how hot this boy was. He wasn’t carved out
muscle bound but he was firm in all the right places. Somehow Brett
didn’t realize his cock had been snaking down his shorts and the head was
peeking out of the right leg. Troy licked his lips. Damn, he was gonna
have to taste that straight boy before the year was up.
“Hey Troy. Thank God you brought some beer. I need a couple.”
“And just what will you do to get them?” Brett looked confused then
smiled. “Wash your car tomorrow?” “Deal!”
Brett was new to drinking and after three he had passed out. Jack
and Troy carried him to his room. Both knowing they would catch hell for
it in the morning they stripped him and tucked him in. But not before
Troy played with Brett’s balls and Jack stroked his cock. Troy grinned
at Jack. “You know we ought to shave his balls.” Jack laughed, “I know
but I would rather you suck my cock.”
Jack and Troy had met in the restroom in the library that was up on
third floor back in the corner. It was their freshman year and they were
studying for some stupid exam. It was still warm enough in the fall that
they were both still wearing flip flops, shorts, and t-shirts.
Troy was standing at the urinal holding his cock waiting on the piss
to decide to flow. He was only 5′ 7″ and his blond hair was cut short.
He had been working all summer for his uncle and he was nicely tanned.
Because the job was in construction his body was looking pretty good. He
looked down at his cock and he could hear his uncle ask, what is such a
big cock doing on such a small body. Making men like you fall to their
knees bitch. His piss was in mid flow when Jack walked in.
Jack walked right up to the urinal next to where Troy stood. He
pulled the waistband of his shorts down under his balls and let the
golden liquid flow. Troy looked over and then up into Jack’s eyes. Jack
gave him a look that seemed to hypnotize him. Troy dropped to his knees
and opened his mouth. Jack didn’t shake the last of the piss out. He
turned and placed his dripping cock into Troy’s mouth. Troy’s tongue
began to work on the thick head. Jack slowly but with determination
began to enter the cocksucker’s mouth an inch at a time. Troy reached up
and held Jack’s hips as he opened his throat letting the long cock get to
the top of his throat. Expertly, hell he had been doing this since he
was five, he swallowed Jack’s cock and ran his tongue all over it.
Surrounded with Troy’s warm saliva it only took a few minutes for the cum
to shoot out into Troy’s willing mouth. He swallowed each spurt and
massaged the cock with his tongue until Jack was done.
Jack helped him to stand up. “Jesus, where did you learn to suck
cock like that boy?”
Troy smiled, “I’ve had lots of experience.”
“Well, I can guarantee you are going to get some. You hear?”
“Yes Sir.”

Okay, what do you think? Any ideas as to where this story should lead or should it die a quick death? jackniowa@yahoo.com