Page 36 of Jack Frosting

The look in his eyes almost broke me. He honestly thought he had done something wrong.

“No, Jack.” I grabbed his waist and held my close. “It just caught me by surprise, that’s all.”

“So I can do it again and this time you’ll participate?”

I nodded then met his lips with mine. Upon contact, he opened his lips for me and I pushed forward with my tongue. I wanted him to know I wanted this too.

Pushed against the wall, Jack instinctively lifted a leg to wrap around mine. I was getting hard again.

“If we-”

I wasn’t going to make it easy for him to talk.

“-keep doing this-”

My mouth worked its way down, making sure to leave a mark on his neck. I wanted him to remember this for a few days.

“-we’re gonna have to fuck again.”

I chuckled. “Your lips taste like cherries,” I said without thinking.

“That would be my chapstick.”

If I didn’t ask now, I would let him do whatever and I didn’t want to risk the evening ending so soon. “You want to come up to my room and watch TV?”

Jack smiled – his whole face lit up – and I was fucked. His smile was indescribable. “Like a sleepover?”

“Yeah,” I said, hoping he couldn’t tell how much I wanted this. Sure I’d fucked guys, but it had been a few years and Jack had been the first in my home. Despite whatever I had told myself, this seemed different.

“I happen to have brought my pajamas,” Jack said. “What a coincidence.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, shutting the water off. “Aren’t they already here?”

He glanced at me, hands clasped in front of his dick. I had no idea what he was trying to hide. His hands were doing a terrible job anyway. “It was a bad joke,” he said.

“Oh my God.” I chuckled. “I get it.” I pointed to his room like he didn’t understand his own joke…but no, that was me. “Are you nervous?” I grabbed us both oversized towels from the closet, handing him one.

Jack shrugged. “Just never had a sleepover with a single dad before.”

“Is that a problem?” I asked.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “Your, uh, performance tonight was- Well, I’ll just say that I’m pretty sure I’ll be feeling it for a few days.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“Fuck, yes. Most guys, like you said, see me and think I’m a top. Or once they see my dick, they just want me to fuck them. They’re all like, ‘I’m totally vers’ and then they see”–he grabbed his semi-hard dick–“this, and then they’re begging me to fuck them.”

“You’re welcome? I think.” I continued to stare at his body while we dried off. My muscles didn’t compare, but at least he liked my performance. As he called it.

“What about you?” Jack asked.

“What about me?”

“You going to put your clothes back on and or run all the way upstairs butt-ass naked?” He waggled his eyebrows at me before turning to hang his towel on the wall bar.

I hadn’t thought about that, or what going upstairs really meant. My bedroom might be a mess. I didn’t remember how I left it.

“I, uh, think I’ll run upstairs while you change.”