Page 52 of Jack Frosting

“So you’re okay with that…being out there?”

“I am if you are.” And I meant that. It had been a long time since I had done something for myself, and if that something was another man and he made me happy, then so be it.

“I definitely am.” Jack leaned over, lips puckered, for a kiss, so I gave him one.

Then I heard the wolf whistle.

Glancing across the table, Gareth’s smile was huge. “Keep it PG, gentlemen. This isn’t The Stable.”

“Oh God, you told him that?” I wanted to crawl under the table.

“Sorry?” Jack sounded sheepish. “It was before we did anything. I thought it was weird you weren’t reacting.”

“What’s The Stable?” I heard a big, black-bearded man amongst Eli’s work group ask.

* * *

After Jack’s confession, I probably should’ve been more worried with Henry sleeping over at Trey’s, but they were so young and Eli and Gareth were there. Plus, I explored when I was their age. And selfishly, I wanted to be able to use the basement again.

“Can we use the Saint Andrew’s cross tonight?” Jack asked on the way home.

“Anything you’d like to add to that question?”

“Please,” he added. “Sir?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Without question I was going to strap him onto the cross, but he didn’t need to know that. Maybe I’d add a ball stretcher, see if he liked a little ballplay. I didn’t think Jack was ready for any of the large floggers, but I had a small riding crop that would be perfect for teasing him.

“Unzip your pants and get your dick out.”

Jack did so without question. In the glow of the dashboard lights, I could see he was fully hard. It was difficult to keep my eyes on the road, but the earlier snow had made it somewhat compulsory.

“Spit in your hand. Get it nice and wet.”

Jack’s hand swirled around the swollen head.

“Stroke it.”

He didn’t even stop when we passed larger vehicles. I thought he’d be a little shy, but it seemed he liked the exposure, not that they could see much detail.

“Fuck, I need to stop for a sec.”

“You close?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You can stop.”

I heard Jack take a deep breath and he slumped backward into the seat. A quick glance showed me his dick was still hard. It was pointing towards the roof. I really wanted to touch it myself, but I also wanted to get home alive.

“Put that away,” I said as we pulled into the driveway.

I had debated making him just cover it up with his coat, but with my luck, he’d probably slip on some ice and suffer a penile injury that would be hard to explain to the ER nurse.

“When we get in the house, go downstairs, and strip. Find a plug, lube up your hole, then use it and wait for me in the playroom.”

“Yes, sir.”