Jack's journey of discovery continues. Again, it's a slow burner and purely fictional. Any similarity to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Thanks for the positive comments and I hope you enjoy.
In spite of his overwhelming excitement, Jack couldn't help but feel small. Even seated Arnold was huge, matching his standing height. He watched in amazement as he licked his lips, wet with his precum. He wondered what it tasted like. Was it good? If the look on the old man's face was anything to go by, it was. He wondered if Arnold's precum, the same sticky liquid he'd witnessed spilling from his thick cock on Friday, tasted good too. Maybe it tasted the same. Maybe every man's precum tasted the same. Perhaps he should ask. No. Jack just didn't have it in him to be so brazen.
It was all happening so quickly and Jack couldn't focus properly. So many feelings. So many sensations. So many questions. So many things he really didn't understand. And then it hit him again. He was naked! Oh my God! He was naked and he was harder than he'd ever been in his entire life and Arnold had just, well, he'd......he'd actually spread his cheeks. Arnold had just looked at his anus! He could still feel the sensation of his hot breath wafting across it. It was utterly mind boggling and he was losing all sense of reality. Jack couldn't quite separate fact from fantasy and his knees buckled.
"Whoa," Arnold exclaimed, quickly grabbing Jack's waist to steady him. "Careful, Jack," he added, maintaining a firm hold until he was certain the young man wouldn't topple over.
His face, beetroot red, was burning hot. Jack was struggling to deal with the complexity of his feelings whilst at the same time, his brain screamed at him with million different thoughts and images. The intensity was almost too much and he had to put his hands on Arnolds broad shoulders to maintain his balance.
A bead of sweat trickled down his nose as he first looked down in disbelief at his bone hard little cock and the obscene bulge in Arnold's shorts, then up to the old man's face. Strangely, it was the first time he noticed just how bushy Arnold's eyebrows were. Everything about him seemed excessively hairy and Jack began to wonder if there was any part of him that wasn't.
"It's ok, Jack," he said reassuringly. "Just take a few deep breaths. It's a lot to take in," he added.
Gulping in big lungfuls of air did little to calm him down. Certainly not helped when Arnold slid one hand around to rest on his back, whilst the other slipped up and behind Jack's head. Even if he'd wanted to resist, Arnold was far too strong and easily pulled him closer and then.......they were kissing. Sticky wet lips first, followed by a fat tongue that forged it's way forward and filled Jack's mouth almost entirely. The roughness of Arnold's stubble scraped his chin as the intensity of the kiss increased, his tongue probing even deeper and Jack found himself responding.
He'd kissed 'her' of course, but not like this. The old man kissed him with a passion that took Jack's breath away. It was wet. It was deep. It was urgent and God, it was so, so sexual. All the thoughts that had been racing around inside his head melted away and he found himself giving in to the physical sensations that washed over his naked body. His hands moved from Arnold's shoulders to the back of his thick sweaty neck as his mouth opened wider around the thick flesh that swirled inside. Precum spewed from his tiny cock in waves of pulsating desperation.
And Arnold felt his own desperation filling his thick cock as Jack pulled at him. It had been a long time since he last kissed a man, let alone a young gay virgin like Jack. It was fucking delightful! In spite of his inexperience, Jack kissed well and was enthusiastic with it. Only last night Bob had been in his living room, on his knees slurping on his meat like the cheap cocksucker he was. There was no passion in their meetings. There was no kissing. No gentle touching or caressing. It served a need and had done so for years, but it was never like this.
For Bob, it was his way of getting back at his wife - whose latest "acquisition" was some young farmhand - or so he told himself. Arnold knew differently. Bob was an out and out cocksucker and his was the cock that Bob sucked. Still, he got enough pleasure when he pumped the cuckolded husbands mouth with his spunk. It was a simple arrangement, although having to listen to Bob whining about his cheating wife got on his nerves. Why they were still together God only knew. He wasn't the only married villager that visited either. It was easier than using the dating apps and he got what he needed physically, if not emotionally. In a surprisingly unusual brief flight of fantasy, when he accepted his sexuality, Arnold hoped it might be different with young Jack.
As he feasted himself on Jack's mouth, Arnold slid his hands down and around to grip those oversized buttocks, the image of that perfectly tight little arsehole at the forefront of his mind. If he handled the lad properly it wouldn't be long before he got the pleasure "deflowering" him. A large glob of precum oozed from his cock as he kneaded Jack's soft pillowy flesh.
As Arnold pulled away, Jack greedily sucked on his tongue. He didn't want the kiss to end, but his eyes widened and he gasped when the old man clamped his hot mouth on his hard nipple. Sucking on the sensitive teat, he then chewed on the rigid nub and Jack's body trembled. He was lost in the sensation that sent bolts of electricity right through his stomach and down to his tiny balls, causing even more precum to spill. Arnold moved to the other nipple, greedily sucking it in, teasing and flicking his tongue over it. That, along with the old man's hands mauling at his sensitive buttocks, drove Jack's rising climax ever closer. And then he felt it. A thick finger grazing across his anus.
He couldn't stop himself and he climaxed. For Jack it was quite possibly the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced, but the feeling wasn't matched by the quantity of cum. As always, it was just a weak and meagre dribble of milky translucent liquid that oozed rather than spurted. As the fireworks that blinded him began to subside, he became aware that Arnold was gathering up the tiny load that dripped from his tiny cock with a thick forefinger. And just as he'd done with his precum, the old man sucked the digit clean.
Jack's spunk tasted good. Sweet, salty and crisp, if a little weak. It tasted fresh. He wasn't surprised that the young lad remained hard. Standing up, his huge round belly forcing Jack to take a backward step, Arnold took his T-shirt off.
"Take my shorts off, Jack," he said softly as he kicked his sandals off.
His earlier question was answered as Jack took in the sight of Arnold's naked torso. A thick pelt of black fur covered it entirely, so dense he could barely make out the skin beneath. He wanted to run his hands through it. To feel the hair between his delicate fingers, but instead he knelt down and just as he had on Friday, peeled the old man's shorts over his thick thighs. Once again Jack was transfixed by the sheer girth of Arnold's bobbing cock.....and by the scent. God, he really found the smell good. It was just so.......manly?
Momentarily, and with the image of Bob's face in the photo filling his mind, he considered licking the tip as he watched a thick string of viscous precum ooze from the tip. What would it taste like? What would it feel like to suck it? Damn! He wanted to suck it! He wanted to suck it so badly it was virtually all he could think of, but Arnold was saying something.
"Take them right off, Jack," he said. "I'm gonna let you wank me off properly tonight and I wanna be naked when you make me spunk."
So Jack slipped the shorts over Arnold's feet, leaving them on the floor as the old man sat back down with his legs open.
