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 stared down at him, his eyes blazing with an intensity barely contained, like a flame behind glass about to shatter. Large, thick fingers moved with surprising grace, unsnapping and unzipping. Without even taking down his boxers, Jack pulled out his thick, hard cock and thrust it toward Will’s face. Will opened his mouth wide, his tongue flat against his lower lip in invitation.
Jack lifted Will’s head, the gesture curiously gentle, as he placed his erect shaft into Will’s eager mouth. Will closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the hot, pulsing rod, licking and kissing it as he opened his throat to receive Jack more fully.
Jack groaned, his hand still cradling the back of Will’s head. “Yes, yes.” He began to move, pressing his cock deep into Will’s throat until the head lodged there, blocking Will’s ability to breathe. He didn’t care. He wanted Jack to stay as he was, claiming him in this primal, erotic way. He knew he would pass out before he struggled for breath.
Jack pulled back though, allowing Will to catch his breath before he slowly pressed deeper again. “I’ve never experienced anything like this,” Jack breathed. “It just feels so fucking good. I can’t imagine anything better.”
“I can,” Will said, when Jack pulled back enough to allow him to speak. “My ass, Jack. I want you to fuck me.”
“I don’t know.”
Sensing Jack’s shift in mood, Will tilted his body and Jack rolled away from him, falling to the bed beside him, his cock still poking invitingly from his shorts.
Will stroked Jack’s exposed penis, reveling in its girth and firmness with his fingers. “It’s okay. You don’t have to know. I’ll guide you. I want it, Jack. I want that connection between us.”
“I don’t want to hurt you—”
“It doesn’t hurt. Not when it’s done right. It feels great. It’s fantastic. Trust me on this. I know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t know if I could let anyone do that to me,” Jack said, his voice hesitant, even anxious.
“That’s why you’ll start this way. You do me. I’ll teach you. Then later, if and when you want it, and only then, I can show you how good it feels in kind.” He leaned over and kissed Jack. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Good. That’s all you need. Trust.” Will tugged gently at Jack’s jeans, guiding them down the powerful thighs and pulling them from his body. Gripping the waist of the boxers, he slid those off as well. Leaning back up over Jack, he unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open.
“Jesus, you’re hot.”
Jack turned his head on the pillow, embarrassed at the praise, though Will noted his erection never flagged.
Sliding to the edge of the bed, Will stood a moment to shuck off his own clothing, discarding it in a heap on the floor before returning to the bed. His cock was bobbing toward Jack and, unable to help himself, he gripped it, stroking himself as he lay beside his lover.
“I want you, Jack. Do you want me? Do you want to take our exploration to the next step?”
“I don’t know.” Jack bit his lip. Will noted his cock was still hard as granite, despite his protests. Deciding to go off that cue rather than Jack’s words, he reached over to his nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer. Jack made no comment as Will opened the wrapper and rolled the sheath over Jack’s erection.
He took the tube of lubricant and squeezed a dollop onto his fingers, which he daubed on the tiny hole between his ass cheeks. Jack’s eyes were wide beneath the thick brows. Will lifted himself to his hands and knees beside Jack.
“Get behind me,” he encouraged. “Just lean up against me. Get used to the feeling of our bodies touching.” Will’s cock was throbbing as he waited, silently willing Jack to obey. If he protested again, if he said he wasn’t ready, Will wouldn’t press. There was time. As eager as he was to feel Jack’s cock penetrate his tight heat, he would wait. He would be patient.
Will recalled suddenly a man he’d brought home from a bar once years before. He himself had only been about twenty-four, the other guy barely twenty-one. The guy had turned out to be bi-curious—a complete novice with no real experience with another guy beyond making out in the back of a car a few times.
The man had said all the right things, pretending he’d done way more than he had. It wasn’t until they were naked in bed together, Will with a condom on his cock ready to fuck the guy, when he’d admitted he’d never been with a man “in that way” as he’d euphemistically said. He confessed he was scared and not really into anal sex.
Though Will was ashamed to admit it now, after a few half-hearted attempts to make the guy feel more relaxed, he’d pulled on his jeans and told the guy to do the same, irritation over having been tricked outweighing any empathy or understanding.