“Okay, so, um, look, but please don't be mad, but dude you can't go out in these wet clothes you are in. You can catch a cold or something worse.”
Jake stopped and looked up from eating, and his eyes stared hard at him. For a second or two, Brent felt like they were going to cry, and then he just lowered his head as he murmured back.
“Thanks for your concern but sadly, I do not have anything else. My bag-pack got stolen a few days back and what's left are these clothes I am wearing.”
“What is your age?”
“I'm 18, just 2 days ago when my bag got stolen.”
“Damn, that was one hell of a birthday present. I'm sorry. What did your family say?”
“No, um, no plans of going home yet, they don't want yet...hmm.”
“Are you certain about that? You're not going to survive dressed like that, no money, no stuff. Do you do anything but work on a farm? I mean, can you work in a store or somewhere else?”
“I can though not many stored were I come from, but I'll manage to do it I guess, it's just that I do not have a choice, you know any?”
“I'm sorry but no, are you sure you don't wanna call your family to help you patch things up?”
“Sure, that is if I want to be something I am not.”
“Whoa, wait, what was that supposed to mean?”
“Look, um, Brent? You've been really nice to me, I really appreciate it, I do. The thing is, even if I could go home, I wouldn't. Not after all that they said, besides, all the people there, they must have known about me by this time, and they'll have the same opinion as my family, so I better not go back.”
“Damn, what did you do? Did you rob a bank or something?”
“Shit, that thing they would forgive.”
“Okay, so, what did you do?”
Jake looked at him, leaned back and for a few seconds, Brent thought that he was going to stand up and run. It was like whatever he had done, was making him feel like no one would understand, or forgive. For the life of him, Brent just couldn't figure it out, as he stared at Jake.
As he did, he saw Jake's eyes flare a little, saw them look at him, then look away. Yet at that moment, he realized that Jake was not only looking at him but had actually been checking him out(too). It felt rather strange, and then it hit him, like a several pieces of bricks. Jake was gay. It had to be that thing, nothing else could explain it.
“Well, it's um, nothing, you wouldn't wanna know it.”
“What? That you are gay?”
Jake stared open mouthed at Brent. His eyes were roaming all over as if looking for a way to run, to hide to vanish, and yet at the same time, they couldn't stop but come back to look at Brent. Brent just stood there, his eyes had not left Jake's face once, as he waited, remembering how he had come out of the closet.
He could recall the look on his parent's faces, the shock, even their dismay, and then the acceptance. His mother was crying, yet never once making him feel unloved. Even his closest friends hadn't seemed all that shocked, nor upset. There were like one or two who weren't comfortable about it, and had sort of drifted away since he confessed, but as he waited for Jake to speak, he realized how lucky he had been.
“How did you? I mean, uhhm...”
“I've been there.”
“What? You mean you are...okay...”
“Ok, never mind it, so, did they teach you how to wash dishes from where you come from?”
“Yes.”
“Great, I hate washing dishes, so you can do these for the meantime, we need you to get out of those wet ones. There are some white shirts at the back, they should fit you. We'll take you wet clothes and dry them at my place.”
“Wait, your place?”
“Yeah, unless you've got somewhere else to sleep.”
“No, I mean, but...why?”
“Call it something like the gay thing, I'm not sure. Besides, if you like, I guess I can get you a job here doing dishes, the pay ain't that big though, but at least better than nothing. You can live at my place for a while if you want.”
“Yeah, that would be nice, but then you don't know me yet, why are you doing this?
“Well, let's just not think about it, just come on. I'll show you where you can change then you can help me clean out so that we can away with this place.”
Brent really didn't know why he had done it or anything. Jake wasn't exactly good at dishwashing, at least at first, but he picked up on it quick enough. He did think Mr. Henry would hire him, on his okay, so that would be fine. Besides, the restaurant really did need a dishwasher, now that he was taking on the night shift.
Then too, bringing Jake home, letting him live there wasn't something he usually did. Hell, when Brent did pick someone up at some bars, he would usually go to the park or their place, not his. He liked to keep his privacy. One of his dates told him he was worse than a cheapskate when it came to giving out his phone number, let alone where he lived. Though, here he was, sitting in his only sofa, while an unusual 18-year-old was in his bathroom, having a shower.
He had to be losing it or maybe it was the way his eyes had flickered up, the way his whole face seemed to glow when he had recommended the job and offered him a temporary place to sleep. Brent shook his head, listening with the other ear to the noises from the shower, not certain of what had come over him.
Sure Jake was good looking. Thin, though that was from his leaving home. There was no doubt that after a few days of proper meals he'd fill out, making him more attractive. Yet, in his own way, Jake already was. Maybe it was that, though he had picked up cuter looking guys before Jake, but never wanted to bring them home.
The sound of running water and shower had stopped, as he thought about the whole evening, the ride home, and also the smell too. Jake obviously hadn't showered recently, but in some strange way, Brent didn't seem to care. Having him sitting next to him, felt unusually good. It was like it was supposed to be, though when they got back to Brent's he had sort of insisted on Jake taking a hot shower.
Of course, he had used the excuse that it would help ward off a cold, but still Jake seemed to have known the true reason. Jake had even laughed, as he had accepted the suggestion to use the shower. It was not a long laugh, but when he had, the smile was enough for him to feel like melting. The way his lips seemed to gain color, curl up around his mouth, showing his nice teeth. It was like unreal and had given him a bit of a hard-on too.
That also was strange for him. Damn, he was 23 years old, had been having sex since he was 16, and no one had just smiled and gotten him erect. Yet, here he was, sitting with a dick semi-erect, all from just that one subtle smile.
“Uhm, I couldn't figure out what to do with the whites, so, hm, I left them in the bathroom.”
Brent looked up from his imagination, to stare up at Jake. He realized that Jake was as tall as he was, about six foot. His hair was still wet, yet all frizzed up from hand drying after the shower. It was neat too and looked a dirty blond color, that hung down to under his ears. His face was obviously still a bit darkened from the summer, as was the rest of his body. He noticed Jake's legs were white but had some definition to them, as did his chest.
The towel was wrapped around his middle, and he sucked in his breath as he noticed the swelling at the middle. He couldn't help but stare. Suddenly he pulled his eyes off Jake's groin, to look up at him again. The way the eyes seemed so much more alive, full of excitement. The sadness he had seen before was still there, wandering but the real Jake was shining through.
“That's fine, I'll do them with your other things in the morning.”
As Brent said it, he saw that look return briefly, then he saw the jaw set, the lips close firmly together. The eyes, which had been depressed, looked up at him and Brent felt his heart throb a little. He saw the boy reach up and toss back some of his curly hair, from across his forehead. He had an unusual determined look on his face as he did it, then he took a step forward.
Heading forward, Brent just watched
as he saw Jake let the towel, around his middle, fall to the floor. He looked down, to stare at Jake's semi erect dick. Licking his lips, he could not stop himself but look at it, to see the pink color of the body, the deeper purple of the dick head, as it seemed to be growing harder, before his eyes. His own heart was suddenly pounding, as he watched Jake coming closer.
Finally, he raised his eyes up and away from the charismatic vision of Jake's “package”. He saw that determined look, the way the eyes were so concentrated on him. While the room was warm, it wasn't super humid and yet sweat started to bead up on his forehead as Jake came closer until finally he was standing right in front of Brent.
“Jake, you don't...I mean, you don't have to...”
“I know, but I want to.”
“But why? You don't really need to...”
Jake knelt down, stretching his legs out, resting his head on Brent's knee. His hands were also rested his legs, as the face looked up at him. The eyes were deep, yet as they stared up at him, he felt them reaching out to him, talking to him in some strange way that his own mind seemed to actually understand. It was unusual, even bizarre, but he let his hand moved down, to rest on Josh's head.
The touch was like touching a grounded electrical cable. His whole body suddenly seemed electrocuted and awake, and he could feel his groin aching, even more than it already was. The throbbing of his heart was so loud that it was deafening to his ears, as he saw that face, saw the slow beaming of a smile, growing wider, more radiant, with each second.
“It's a country tradition.”
“What? What do you mean tradition?”
“It's fine Brent, I am no longer a virgin though I am not a slut either, but I don't know, I am not good with words, but I feel the same as you do. I can tell it.”
As Jake said it, he reached out and let his hand be on top of Brent's crotch. There was no mistaking how erect he was, or that Jake had noticed it. He felt himself breathing heavily, as he looked down at the young man, running his hand through his hair, feeling his words as well as hearing them.
His own body was shaking as he let his hand move down, to let his index finger curl around Jake's ear, to slowly trace a path along his cheek, towards his pink lips. As the finger passed across the lips. Brent felt his body shake, then he felt the lips curl and purse together, then gently kiss his finger, before opening.
Brent felt his finger moving in, he felt the moist warmth inside of Jake's mouth. A part of his mind was telling him to halt now and to not let it go further, while his heart was pounding faster with each passing time, with each tickle of his finger inside that warm mouth. He could feel the affectionateness, as the lips held his finger, and as he pushed and pulled his finger in and out.
He stared down to see Jake already staring up at him, as he felt the hand over his dick, massaging him lightly, but hard enough to feel. He felt his lungs gasping in air, as he struggled with the strange emotions that were running up and down his body. It was unlike any experience Brent had ever had, as his finger pulled out, and he allowed it glide down and under Jake's chin. He felt his finger pressing upwards, to cup Jake's face up further.
Looking down, into Jake's attractive eyes, he knew what he had meant, could feel it in himself, and he knew he didn't have the words either. He just knew it, as the hand now began to pull his pants, to reach for his button and he felt himself smiling. He also felt an unusual warmth and pulsation inside, beginning to fill him up as he moved his hand to help Jake's hand.
As the pants' button popped, the zipper slid down, he felt light headed. The hand moved across his groin, as Jake changed his position, and he felt the head move up and over. Jake shifted to lean into him, his slender naked body between Brent's spread open legs. The head was hovering over him, then slowly moved down. The eyes still stared up at him, and he watched as Jake rubbed his neck over his hard dick. He moaned as he watched him tilt his head, still staring up at him. Brent felt the press of Jake's lips on his dick, felt him tease it with his tongue, as he kept his eyes on him.
It seemed unreal, as he felt his body tremble. Then he watched as Jake reached out to grab hold of his open pants, slide them down to just above his knees. He stood up, and Brent couldn't help but see the hard and thick pole now sticking straight out from the body. Licking his lips, he watched Brent bend over and pull his pants, taking them off and throwing them aside. Then his hands came back, to run across his crotch before grabbing the waist band of his shorts, and quickly taking them off.
Brent felt the cool air pass across his groins. He felt his dick jutting up and looking down saw the eyes looking up at him still. He saw the eyes smile, felt them bore into him, as Jake reached out with his hand, to run his fingers lightly across the pulsating stick, then up and around his fat dick head. His body shivered to the touch, his nerves were all prickling, his muscles stiffening as he stared back, feeling not just the lust and desire, but more than that.
“Jake….shit...you...I mean...aaah”
Jake smiled again, and without saying a word, Brent felt Jake take his dick firmly in his grasp. Before he could murmur another word, his dick was engulfed in the warmth of Jake's mouth. He felt the lips wrap around his dick and slide down as Jake took him all the way in. He felt his face pressing up into his groin, felt the warmth all around his dick, and his body quiver.
The sequence of pleasure made him moan, made his legs stiffen and he felt the tongue licking at the underside of his dick. Jake felt the hand holding him, felt the fingers hold his shaft tighter, as the mouth worked up and down, tasting him and making him shake and squirm. Brent closed his eyes, with the image of the blond head stroking up and down on his dick.
His hands clasped the edge of his chair, the fingers held firmly into the chair arms, as he felt the tongue raking his dick and teeth raking his dick head. He was gasping while his pulse was racing. Brent couldn't believe how good it felt, as Jake's head was moving faster and faster, The head turned and twisted, making him groan loudly, and he heard the gagging sound, the slurping as Jake took him all the way. Sometimes, he would stop halfway, then other times he would feel Jake's nose dig into the softness of his groin.
Brent was pushing back into the chair, as Jake sucked his pounding dock. He whimpered out, feeling his balls aching and swelling, feeling them suddenly explode. His eyes closed even tighter, bright lights exploding on the inside of his eyelids, as his body squirmed and then shot upwards and out.
He felt the dick digging deep into the mouth, felt the dick head strike the very back of Jake's throat. He heard him groan, felt the throat opening even wider, as his dick head moved back, then shot forward. As it leaped forward, his heart thundered. He panted out, knowing he was there. He felt it, felt the flow of his sperm as it went spurting out along his dick, to spill in a stream out into Jake's mouth.
Brent felt his body tremble, felt the shaking in the chair, as his body arched upwards, as it unloaded much cum. He panted out a second time, feeling the explosion rack his whole body with its force. He felt Jake's lips tighten, felt his hot creamy juice coating the shaft inside of the mouth. It was too much, as he was panting hard, struggling to take a breath, as his body gave its milk with as much force as it could.
He could hear him gulp, feel the throat contract with each gulping. His body was shivering as he sank back into his chair, tiredness overtaking him as the last of his semen dribbled from his dick. He felt the lips loosen a little, felt his dick beginning to soften, as he heard Jake's heavy breathing.
Upon looking down, he saw the smile, saw the dried cum around the corners of the lips and he watched as Jake's tongue came out, licking the few remnants away, to once more be eaten. He saw the eyes look up at him, glowing with even more lust and desire than before.
Jake stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He now stared down at Brent, then he let his hand move forward, open to taking Brent's own hand. He helped Brent stand up and then brought them both together. He held Brent tightly. Jake's head was resti
ng on top of Brent's shoulder, as he felt the head turn and the press of the lips on his cheek made him shiver, then he heard the soft whisper.
“Thanks a lot.”
He felt his own desire increasing, as he slowly lifted his arms up, to grasp Jake's shoulders. He pushed him away a little, to look into his eyes. He saw the flame in them, saw the love too as he smiled back. He then took Jake's hand and started to walk towards his bedroom, his eyes never once leaving Jake's face.
--THE END--
A Soldier's Lustful Seduction
Harold was gay but no one in the camp knew he was one. He had a crush on a fellow soldier but was not able to execute his lustful desires until one night, when no one, except the two of them were in the barracks. He carefully laid out his plan and executed each step precisely that he ended up doing more than what he imagined. In a night of pleasure and lust, he would embark on an experience and make his fantasies into a reality. It would begin a series of enjoyable moments with Erick, his crush. What did Harold do? What was his plan? What was the additional treat he got?
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I stared down into his handsome face as softly uttered “Erick, it's now time to prepare for the party. Come on”. “Oh Harold, it's you”. Erick said while stretching. “That was a nice dream I had “. Erick yawned and chuckled, pushing his blanket downward covering his erection. “That was good,” I replied. “I'll take a shower now, come on,” I added. I quickly turned around and went out of the room, avoiding him to see my dick starting to show hints of life. I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed to the shower room. I've gone through the sink and leaned towards it and waited for Erick. Erick had to enter the shower cubicle for my plan to work.
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