Page 7 of Dirty Hand

George opened up for him, and Jack gladly took him up on that invitation, swiping boldly into his mouth. God, yes, he tasted exactly as he’d imagined. Like coffee, cum, and something that was uniquely him, sweet and spicy at the same time. He licked into his mouth, exploring every inch. George whimpered, tensing for a moment, and Jack pulled back. Was he okay?

"Your belt…"

Jack looked down. Oh, crap. His belt was rubbing against George's dick. Yeah, definitely not comfortable. "One sec."

He held George with one hand under his butt, then rose to his feet. George gave another squeal, his arms circling Jack's neck as he clung to him. Jack grinned. As if he’d ever drop him. He dragged his jeans and underwear down with his other hand, then kicked them off. Much better.

He sat back down on the couch and tapped George's arms that he should let go of him. As soon as he had, Jack pulled his shirt over his head. There. Now they were both naked. Big improvement.

"Wow," George said, his eyes glued to Jack's chest. "I knew you were built, but…wow."

Jack wasn't vain, but this part never got old. He loved it when his bed partners admired his body. Not to be arrogant, but he was in tip-top shape, courtesy of a physically demanding job.

"Can I touch you? Please?"

Could he… Fuck, yes. "You may worship me, but don't touch my cock. You haven't earned that yet."

George put his right hand on Jack's shoulder, then slowly slid it downward, letting the chest hairs slide through his fingers. He caressed his pectorals, the look in his eyes speaking volumes. At first, he was gentle when he took one of Jack's nipples between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it, but when Jack made a low grunt of approval, he used a little more force.

Jack's cock was already hardening again. He’d come home only the day before and hadn't fucked anyone in weeks, so he had another round in him for sure. "Mmm, that feels good, cupcake. Play with my nipples for a while."

George nodded with an adorably serious expression, then used his other hand as well to roll the little buds between his fingers, making them all hard and swollen. Damn, Jack really should consider piercing them. He'd never taken the time, considering it would take a while to heal, but he loved having his nipples played with, especially while he was fucking someone.

Jack slid his own hands down George's back, encountering nothing but peachy smooth skin. So soft and pretty, the exact opposite of his own furry body. When he reached the top of George's crack, the boy automatically spread his legs, and Jack chuckled. "That a hint, cupcake? Do you want my thick fingers in your pretty hole?"

George blinked, those baby blues dark with pleasure. "Yes, please."

Jack clicked his tongue. "Sorry, no can do. I'll need to inspect it first."

Ah, there it was again, that flash of pure heat on George's face. Helovedthis shit. "Okay."

"Kneel on the table, ass toward me."

The coffee table was strong enough to hold him, no doubt about it. Hell, it would hold ten Georges. Jack would know, since he’d built the damn thing himself. But would George go for it? Would he actually do it or was this something that was only sexy in theory but not so much in practice?

George swallowed, then let go of Jack's nipples and scooted backward off his lap. Holy shit, he was really going to do this. George bit his lip as he eyed the table, but then he apparently decided it was strong enough, and before Jack could say another word, he clambered on and positioned himself. Jack didn't have to say anything. George spread his legs, pushing his ass backward and opening wide for Jack's perusal.

Oh, shit. How hot was that? Look at that perfect peachy ass, full on naked display for Jack in all its glory. Part of the game might be that George had to worship him, but his own ass was definitely worthy of intimate exploration and detailed praise as well. Jack ran his hand down George's right ass cheek, smiling when the boy trembled under his touch.

Wait. He was kneeling with his bare knees on a rough, wooden table. No way was that comfortable. "Hang on one sec," Jack said. He got up and quickly grabbed the thick fleece blanket he always used when he slept on the couch. "Raise your right knee." As soon as George had lifted it, he pushed the blanket under, then did the same on the left side. That had to be much better. Good, that meant he could go back to his previous task.

He scooted forward until he was on the edge of the couch, then bent in and brought his face only inches away from George's ass. As soon as he blew a hot breath over that cute, pink little hole, George shivered. Wasn't that fun? He did it again, and it twitched. He put one hand on each ass cheek, gently squeezing. Fuck, that ass had the perfect amount of jiggle. How phenomenal would that look when he speared him on his cock? With every thrust, those butt cheeks would bounce and wiggle. He couldn't wait to see that.

"That's a pretty little hole you have there, cupcake," he said conversationally. "But is it well trained?"

"Well trained?"

“Have you trained yourself to take big dicks, like mine? Or am I going to have to go super slow?"

George cleared his throat. "I have a big dildo I use a lot."

"Mmm, I see. You have a slutty little hole, don't you?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't apologize for it. I like a boy who knows what he wants and goes for it. I've never been the type to go for the shy, coy ones. I love fucking, and my best experiences have been with partners who were unapologetic about what they wanted and needed."

Yeah, he was breaking character a little, but this was too important not to say. George had to understand that this wasn't part of the game, that Jack genuinely didn't want him to feel bad. On the contrary. He appreciated experience. The shy virgin might do it for others, but he loved a boy who went to town on his cock and got himself off, shamelessly chasing pleasure.

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