Second Chance(29)

“Oh God, Nate. I’m almost there.” Suddenly desperate to come, Jack didn’t want it to slip away from him. “Let me jerk off for a second.” Nate pulled away and Jack took his cock in hand, stroking furiously, chasing his release. “Can I come in your mouth? I was tested a month ago and everything was clear.”

“Yeah,” Nate said, breathlessly.

Jack gripped himself tighter, a last few frantic tugs of his hand and he was there. “Okay. Now. Suck me again.” His first spurt of come missed its target, but then Nate was there, sucking him deep as Jack’s cock pulsed, and Jack groaned with relief as pleasure overtook him, his balls emptying into Nate’s willing mouth. Nate finally released him, swallowing, and then coughing.

“You okay?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. That was a massive load.” Nate chuckled.

“It’s been a few days since I bothered to have a wank.”

“I could tell.”

Jack reached to touch Nate’s face, finding a wet smear on one cheek. “Sorry, I got come on your face.”

Taking Jack’s wrist, Nate guided Jack’s fingers to his mouth so he could lick them clean. “No worries. It was hot.”

“Did you come yet?”

“No. I got really close though.”

“Get up here.” Jack tucked his dick away and guided Nate to straddle his lap. His hands made contact with bare skin where Nate’s jeans and underwear were pushed down a little. He smelt of sex and arousal, musky and masculine. When Jack touched Nate in the darkness it was weird not to find a hard cock waiting for him—not in the way Jack was used to anyway. Instead he felt the scratch of pubes and soft skin, but then he moved his fingers a little and found a harder ridge of flesh. He rubbed it, and Nate made a sound of pleasure. “Yeah. That’s my dick—such as it is. Stroke it.”

Feeling pleased with himself, Jack rubbed harder, but Nate hissed and jerked away. “It’s best if you’re fairly gentle,” he said. “And make your fingers wet.”

Jack licked his fingers and tried again. “Is that better?”

“A little.” Nate let him play for a while, and Jack took the time to experiment, moving his fingers in circles as well as up and down, trying to judge what felt good by the hitch of Nate’s breath, or the way he moved his hips when Jack seemed to be getting it right. “Your fingers are getting dry again. Here.” Nate pushed Jack’s hand lower until he felt slippery wetness. “Now rub my dick again.”

They carried on like that for a while and Nate started to grind against Jack’s hand.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Jack recognised the frustration in his voice. “Put your fingers in me while I finish myself off.”

“Um, in where exactly?” Jack asked nervously.

“Oh.” Nate chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. I should be used to being specific by now. Put them in my front hole—I like them in my arse too, but unless you’ve got lube, front will be easier. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” Jack wasn’t familiar with the terrain, but how difficult could it be? He slid his fingers down, hoping it would be obvious, but he must have gone too far because Nate grabbed his wrist again and guided his hand. “There. Push in. Use two fingers.”

Following his instructions, Jack felt the give of Nate’s flesh, and warm heat enclosed him. Softer and less tight than what Jack was used to, he immediately wondered how it would feel around his cock, and reckoned it would feel pretty fucking good.

Nate groaned as Jack’s fingers slid inside. “God. That’s good. I won’t take long now.” He stroked himself while Jack pushed his fingers in and out. “Go slower. Slow and deep, and curl them towards the front a little. Oh fuck yes, like that. Don’t stop! I’m going to come.”

Carrying on as Nate had instructed, Jack felt Nate’s muscles tighten around his fingers as Nate groaned, hips jerking forward. “Yeah, yeah…. Fuck.”

Finally he slumped, letting his head drop onto Jack’s shoulder. “You can have your fingers back now.”

Jack gave an amused huff. “Thanks.” He let them slip free and instinctively brought them to his mouth to lick them clean. It tasted different to come, less bitter, surprisingly pleasant. “Was that good?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” Nate’s voice was teasing. “Yeah. It was awesome. Sorry. I should get off you I suppose.” He lifted his head.

“Wait.” Jack stopped Nate before he climbed off, sliding a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

“You taste of me,” Nate said.

“You taste of me, so we’re even.”

Nate laughed. “I guess so, although you owe me some dick sucking—if you’re down for that one day?” His voice was light, but something in the tone betrayed tension.

“Yeah, I’m definitely down for that. Although somewhere other than in a car might be good next time so I can see what I’m doing. I probably have a lot to learn.”

Climbing off Jack now, Nate flopped into the seat beside him. “Yeah. It would be nice to do this in a bed, or on a sofa or something.”

They started rearranging their clothes.

“Hopefully my parents will both be out one evening soon. I’ll try and find out and I’ll let you know,” Jack said.