Page 64 of Jacked
We stumble across my bedroom, our hands everywhere as we tug at each other’s clothes, shedding them with clumsy, hurried determination. If I don’t get his skin against mine as soon aspossible, I’m pretty sure I’ll fucking die. The weight of his cock drags against mine through our jockstraps as we both step out of our jeans before we tumble into bed. The mattress bounces and groans under me as we lick deeper into each other’s mouths, lost in the hot, wet kisses that feel more important than oxygen right now.
AJ rolls his hips, grinding our cocks together. With our jocks still on, it’s just a tease of what I really want. The heat of his skin is muted, I canalmostfeel his balls swing against mine with his thrust. A needy whine builds in my throat and I break the kiss just long enough for us both to get our shirts off. We slam back together instantly, like magnets or… I don’t know, something else fucking inevitable and impossible to fight. I need his mouth on mine like I need food or water or air.
I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of feeling the weight of his body pinning me to the mattress, or his big, hairy chest pressed against mine. I whine again and hump my cock against his, precum soaking through my jock, my balls tight and achy.
“I want you to eat my hole, Bro,” I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip and teasing my fingers over his chest without actually touching his nipples.
AJ moans into my mouth and his cock spasms against mine.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “Fuck yeah. Flip over.” He grinds into me with another eager roll of his hips, and I arch up underneath him, digging my fingers into the meat of his pecs.
Before I can flip myself over, he grabs me around the waist and does it for me. I’m not a small dude, but compared to all of his solid muscle, I might as well be a rag doll. Why is that so fucking hot? Actually, it kind of puts my childhood obsession with He-Man into a whole different light.
I get my knees under me and press my face into the pillow, making myself comfortable and spreading my legs. My cock is still trapped in my damp, sticky jock, but my ass is on full displayfor him. AJ palms my cheeks and spreads them, and a heated shiver runs through me. Dude is staring right at my asshole. It feels vulnerable and dirty as fuck, and so hot I whine again and buck my hips, dragging my cock along the inside of my jock and spilling more precum.
“You have cute little blond hairs back here,” he murmurs, dragging one finger through the crease between my cheeks and teasing it over my hole.
I gasp and tremble, choking out a laugh into the pillow. “Feeling a little awkward with my asshole on display, so you can feel free to skip the commentary.”
He chuckles, and the puff of his breath against my hole lets me know just how close his mouth is. I clench and squirm, nerve endings I’ve never paid enough attention to sparking to life and making my whole body light up. AJ makes a horny sound in the back of his throat, and then, without warning, the hot, wet flat of his tongue laps over my hole. I feel the lick everywhere—in my cock, in my balls, all the way down to my goddamn toes, which curl and flex as I moan loudly into the pillow.
He lets out a throaty kind of purr, nuzzling his nose into the crease of my ass before licking me again. There’s nothing shy or tentative about the way he slurps and nibbles and laps at my hole. It’s like my ass is his favorite meal and he’s starving for it.
His spit trickles down my crease and over my taint, where it soaks into my jock right over my sac. He grunts and groans, every sound vibrating against my rim and working its way through me the same way that first lick did. I can feel every flick, every nibble, every moan pulsing through my whole body. My cock has never been harder in my life. I flex my hips, grinding and fucking myself against his mouth, the damp cotton of my jock wrapping around my shaft to tease me with barely there strokes.
“Finger me,” I gasp. “Open me up, get me ready to take your cock. Please, bro, I want you to fuck me.”
He moans against my hole again and then shoves his tongue inside of me, breaching the tight ring of muscles and licking me so deep that my eyes cross and my body quakes.
“You have lube?” he asks, sitting back and replacing his wandering tongue with gentle strokes of his fingertips over my spit-drenched, quivering hole.
“Nightstand,” I pant. “Condoms too.”
AJ grunts, and the bed shifts as he reaches over to fish out the supplies. Waiting here with my ass up and my cock throbbing should probably feel more awkward than it does. The few seconds it takes him to tear open the box and squirt the lube onto his fingers are enough for me to calm down a little at least, so hopefully I won’t nut the second he shoves his fingers inside of me.
“Ready?” he asks, petting one of my ass cheeks with his unlubed hand.
I stifle a laugh and try not to feel like a feral animal he’s trying to keep calm.
“So fucking ready. Give it to me.”
AJ
Slater wiggles his hips, his ass jiggling and bouncing with the motion. His crease and hole are glistening with my spit, and his hole is pink and a little puffy from being teased by my tongue. I use my thumb to spread the lube around my two fingers, then stroke them over his hole. He jolts immediately, his hole fluttering and clenching under my touch, his low moan muffled by the pillow. He thrusts his hips back towards me eagerly and Ido it again, petting his hole with my slicked fingers the same way I did with my tongue.
While I tease his rim, I let my eyes wander over him, taking in the breathtaking,masculinefucking beauty of this man. His baseball cap managed to survive our groping skirmish to get undressed and is still perched backward on his head. His shoulders and back are all lean, defined muscles that bunch and flex with every twitch of his hips and every panting breath. His ass cheeks are round with the slight layer of fat over the granite glutes he’s been working on for weeks now at Sweat, and every inch of him is dusted with soft blond hair that’s almost invisible but easy to feel under my palms everywhere I touch him.
His deep groans echo through the bedroom as I stroke and tease until his hole relaxes enough for me to ease a finger inside nice and slow. It’s like I told Silas, I’m no stranger to ass play, but there’s one feature of the male ass that I’ve been eagerly imagining getting familiar with. I stroke my finger in and out a few times, drawing gasps and moans from Slater’s chest, and then I crook my finger in search of his prostate. It’s easier to find than I expected, fleshy and throbbing inside of him. As soon as I brush over it, Slater practically jumps out of his skin, jolting forward and clenching hard around my finger. His whole body trembles, and he moans so loudly that it makes my cock ache and twitch.
“Holy fuck, bro, do that again.” He pushes up onto his hands, rocking back onto my finger impatiently. “Oh fuck, right there.”
I rub and stroke the spot, fucking my finger in and out of him until he feels relaxed enough for me to add a second. His inner muscles clench hard around me, and he whines and gasps.
“Too much?” I start to slide my fingers out, but he clenches hard again like he’s trying to hold me inside of him and shakes his head.
“Not enough,” he says. “I’m so close. I… fuck, I need your cocknowor I’m not going to make it.”
I moan and my cock twitches eagerly again. My balls have been heavy and tight since we fell into his bed together, but knowing he’s just as close makes them feel even achier. I keep working my fingers in and out of him slowly while I fumble the front of my jock down below my balls so my cock swings free. I reach for the condom with my free hand, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it down my shaft with shaky fingers as sweat beads on the back of my neck.
