Second Chance(45)

“In fact I think even the towel is unnecessary.”

Tugging the towel off in one swift movement at the top of the stairs, Jack said, “Better?”

Eye-level with Jack’s arse, Nate had to concur. “Mmm. Much better.”

When they got into Jack’s room, Jack turned to face Nate. “It’s really good to see you.” His cock was already thickening and rising and Nate stopped any more conversation by moving close to kiss him, curling a hand around Jack’s erection and stroking. His flesh was hot in Nate’s still-cold hand, but it didn’t seem to bother Jack. He groaned, thrusting into Nate’s grip.

Nate dropped to his knees, letting his bag slip off his shoulder to land on the floor with a thud as he took Jack in his mouth and sucked him. He looked up at Jack while he did it, loving the rapt expression on Jack’s face as their eyes met.

“So good,” Jack murmured.

Nate sucked until he tasted precome, then he stood to kiss Jack again. “I’m overdressed.”

He was still wearing his coat, so Jack unzipped it and helped slide it off. Nate let Jack undress him, lifting his arms to help, and then his feet as Jack freed them from his jeans and socks. Just wearing boxer briefs now, Nate kissed Jack, pulling him close, and grinding the bulge of his packer against Jack’s erection.

“My turn to suck you.” Jack broke the kiss and knelt at Nate’s feet. He rubbed his face over the bulge in Nate’s underwear, pressing his lips against the balls and shaft. Nate loved how Jack treated it exactly as if it was part of him. But he wanted Jack’s mouth where he could feel it, so he reached into his underwear and removed the soft packer, tossing it onto the floor by his bag with a thump.

Jack chuckled. “One day I’m going to forget that’s not real and freak out when you do that.” He touched Nate through the fabric, finding where Nate was hard and rubbing slowly. The sensation sent a sharp jolt of heat through Nate and he gasped, spreading his legs a little wider instinctively.

“Is that good?” Jack carried on stroking him.

“Yeah. But it will be even better with your mouth; and with no clothes at all.” Nate pushed his hips forward, thrusting against Jack’s hand.

Jack pulled Nate’s underwear down, helping Nate kick them off completely, and then he put his mouth where Nate wanted it. Drawing Nate slowly into the heat of his mouth and sucking lightly, he stroked with his tongue.

“Oh yeah.” Nate sighed, arching into the sensation.

As Jack sucked and licked, Nate thrust his hips gently in a rhythm that was pure instinct, grinding against Jack’s lips and tongue until he was wet and aching to come. But he didn’t want to get there too soon. Even though he could still sometimes come more than once, he always lost the edge of desperation after a first orgasm, and he wanted to keep that while he fucked Jack—assuming Jack still wanted to be fucked.

“So… I brought my strap on with me,” Nate said. “Do you want me to top you tonight?”

Jack glanced up and nodded; mouth still on Nate’s dick. His cock was hard and as Nate watched, Jack started jerking himself off.

“Want to see it?” Nate asked.

“Yeah.” Jack pulled off, flushed, and breathless.

“Okay.” Nate picked up his bag and put it down on the bed. Unzipping it, he got out his cock and the harness. He showed Jack the cock first. “It’s double-ended. The bulb shaped end goes in my front hole.”

“Wow, that’s cool. So it feels good for you as well?”

“Yeah, and these bits”—Nate showed Jack some ridges at the base of the shaft—“rub against my dick. It’s fun for jerking off with too. But I need the harness to keep it in place if I’m going to fuck you with it.” He picked up the harness and fed the cock through the O ring. “This part is a little undignified, so bear with me.” Stepping into the harness, Nate pulled it up, inserting the bulb, and adjusting the straps until he was happy it was secure. It always felt weird doing this in front of a partner, a necessary step, but an uncomfortable reminder that Nate didn’t have the equipment he would prefer to have.

When he finally turned back to Jack he gestured to the six-and-a-half-inch shaft that stuck proudly out from his body. “Well. Here it is.”

Still on his knees with his hand moving slowly over his hard cock, Jack’s expression showed only blatant appreciation. “You look really sexy like that.”

“Thanks.”

“Come here.”

Nate walked over to Jack. There was a swagger to his step when he wore this dick. He liked the way it swayed in front of him.

Jack took Nate’s shaft in his free hand and tugged gently. His hand didn’t slide on it, but that meant the movement shifted the bulb inside Nate giving a feeling of pressure and fullness. “Can I suck it?”

“Yeah.” The first time a guy had wanted to do that, Nate had been worried it would make him feel dysphoric. Afraid the lack of sensation would remind Nate of what he was missing. But thankfully that wasn’t the case at all. As Jack parted his lips and took the tip of the silicone cock into his mouth, Nate’s brain bridged the gap between fantasy and reality, and arousal flooded him. He moaned, able to imagine exactly how it would feel if it was his own flesh being sucked into the heat of Jack’s mouth.

Jack took him deep, the grunt he gave another turn on, as was the sight of Nate’s glistening shaft, wet with spit when Jack drew back again. Jack sucked Nate hard, taking him deeper each time until he gagged and drew off, eyes watering, before going more cautiously again. Nate’s flesh and blood cock throbbed and he tightened his internal muscles, squeezing around the bulb, and thrusting carefully into Jack’s mouth a few times before pulling free.