Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Moving On

First, I want to thanks everyone for all the comments and the emails. Again, while I might not respond to them all, I do read and appreciate them. I like hearing back from you guys :)

I got a couple questions about my break up with Jockguy. It wasn't really anything blog-worthy. No huge fight or movie scene break up. We both knew things weren't right and weren't heading in a positive direction. It was amicable and, honestly, boring. He came over, we talked for about 20 minutes, and he left. I'd say we parted on friendly terms. We don't hang out a lot but it's not too weird when we do. At the same time, we haven't been alone together since the break up. The few times we've hung out it's been in a group setting with friends as buffers. So, who knows how amicable we really are lol.

Since the break up, I've been slowly (for me lol) getting back out there. It's weird that even though I was in an open relationship, once it was over, I quit having sex all together. I needed a break from people and intimacy. After a month or so, I started getting back in the saddle. The first couple times it was making out with random people at parties. At one party, I made out with a really cute freshmen. He was around 5'8'', 140lbs with brown hair. We made out in a laundry room for about 30 minutes. It was pretty fun, in a high school kinda way :)

After a couple make out sessions with some guys (and 1 girl lol), I started hooking up. It was mostly with random guys and I mostly topped. None were particularly memorable. They'd come over or I'd go to them, we'd blow each other for a couple minutes, then I'd fuck them. I don't think I was quite ready for anything emotional. I just needed (or wanted) to get laid.

After about 5 of the random, no name fucks, I was craving something better. I missed being with someone and actually caring about whether they were having fun. So I decided to contact a couple guys I like enough to fuck and hang out with. Mike was the first on the list...

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Update

Jockguy and I are no more. 

After everything that happened, things changed. We both tried our best and hardest to work it out. But after about a month, we both realized that, at least for now, we need to be apart. 

I'm sorry for the lack of updates but writing about it was the last thing I wanted to do! 

I am back though! I got back in the dating/hook up game in the last 4 or 5 weeks. I'm not quite as slutty as I was when I started this blog but I'm definitely not celibate ;) 

For those of you that still read/care, I'll be posting updates on some of the new trysts shortly. 

In the mean time, I just wanted to thank everyone for the good thoughts after the last post. I appreciated the comments a lot. I don't know if I've mentioned this but I really enjoy reading comments and emails. I might not always be able to respond but I DO read them! So feel free to comment below or email :)

Thanks again,

Jack

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Turning Point

Knock, knock, knock.

My eyes shot open. The only light was that of the tv, cutting through the darkness. My eyes slowly adjusted to being open.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

I knew it was him at the door. I told him I didn't want to see him but I knew it was him.

Four more knocks.

"Jack, I know you're there. Your car is out front."

As much as I didn't want to see him, I couldn't help but walk to the front door. Putting my hand on the door knob, I froze. You can do this. Be strong. 


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The start of the fall quarter was pretty standard for me. Parties, football, and light studying occupied most of my time while not in class. Jockguy also took up a lot of my time. I wasn't with him every free minute of the day but it seemed like it. We had dinner together most days, and lunch together when our schedules matched up. We went to parties and football games together. And one of us spent the night at the other's apartment more often than not. In a nutshell, things were going great.

Then came November.

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Unlocking the deadbolt, I took one last breath. Keep your cool.


"Hey."

"Hi."

Jockguy stood in front of my door, head lowered, shoulders slumped, hands in his coat pocket.

"You haven't answered my calls," Jockguy said as he leaned against the door frame. "I got worried. Wanna make sure you are ok."

"I'm fine," I snapped. Jockguy winced ever so slightly and I immediately regretted my tone. We both stared at the floor, the sound of a stereotypical Oregon rain shower filling the silence.

"Can I come in?" Jockguy asked, still staring at the floor.

"Uhh... I don't think I'm ready yet."

"Jack," Jockguy said, standing up straight, "we have to talk sometime. It's been 2 weeks. You won't return my calls or texts or emails. Please talk to me. You owe me that much."

"I owe YOU?!?" My head shot straight up. My fiery eyes met Jockguy's. "Please explain to me how the fuck that works. How the fuck does your brain twist this around to me owing you?! You are un-fucking-believable."

Jockguy's jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. "You done?"

"You tell me?! Any other ways I owe you?"

"I came here to talk. You can stand there and yell obscenities at me in the doorway like some redneck asshole or you can let me come inside and yell at me behind closed doors like any other normal person. Either way, I'm not leaving until we make a decision about us."

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Things started to change the first week of November. At first, it was small things. A missed dinner or lunch here and there. Things slowly started snowballing. Canceled dates and missed calls were followed by days of not seeing each other. At one point, we hadn't even kissed in 5 days.

I was angry and confused. Had I done something to piss Jockguy off? Or was he just too busy with school? Something was definitely wrong. But I was too scared to ask. I was afraid I already knew the answer.

So I kept going along.

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"You want anything to drink?"

Jockguy took off his jacket and sat on the couch. "Water. Please."

I returned to the couch with 2 bottles of water. Jockguy took his and immediately guzzled half of it. I took 3 small sips and waited. He wanted this meeting, so he can be the one to start.


"I guess I'll start," Jockguy said, reading my mind. Rolling up his sleeves and shifting his body towards mine, Jockguy cleared his throat. "Jack, I hope you know how sorry I am. You have to know how much I love you and how much you mean to me."

"I know that," I said, staring at my bottle. "That's what makes this whole thing so fucked up to me. We were doing so well."

Jockguy opened his mouth, ready to reply, but pulled back.

"What?"

"We weren't doing as great as you think."

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By the time Thanksgiving break came around, I was done holding my tongue. I was miserable and I knew Jockguy was too. So, on my way home for the break, I stopped at Jockguy's and flat out asked "What is going on?"

The answer was more painful than I thought it would be.

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"What do you mean we weren't doing great? Things were the same as they always were."

"Exactly."

"What the hell does that mean?"

Jockguy stood up and started pacing in front of the couch. "It means that we weren't progressing. Our relationship wasn't going anywhere. It was stagnant."

"That's bullshit. We were progressing just fine."

"Oh really? Then how come I've never met your parents? Or your brothers? That's right, because they still don't know I exist."

"Fuck you! You know how much I want to come out to them. You know how much I want you to meet them."

"I know that you keep saying that. But you've been saying that for a year now. It's just words now."

"So me not being ready to come out is why you started dating someone else? Me being in the closet drove you to lie and sneak around behind my back? Sounds like a cop out to me."

"Me wanting to have an open, normal relationship isn't a cop out. I shouldn't have lied and gone behind your back. That was a dick move and I am truly sorry. But I'm not sorry for why I did it."

Jockguy stopped pacing and sat next to me. I hadn't been this close to him in 2 weeks. His scent was still intoxicating.

"Listen, I understand that you are having a hard time coming out to them. I truly understand that. It's a gut-wrenching time. But I'm getting impatient. I can't keep doing this. I feel like I am putting my whole heart into us and you are only putting in half. That's not fair to me or us."


A silence washed over the room. The two of us sat there, inches away but emotionally miles apart.

"I... I... I just don't think I can do it." I finally muttered

"I think you are wrong. I know you. I see how strong you are. You are one of the strongest people I know. I have know doubt that you can handle ANYTHING that's thrown at you. And the way you talk about your family, I know that things will be fine. They love you."

In my heart, I knew Jockguy was right. I knew that I wasn't being fair to him by not being out. He had opened up his entire life to me. And I had only opened up half. I was 2 different people. Family Jack and College Jack. He deserved to know both.

"I'm still mad at you," I said, breaking the 5minute silence.

"I know."

"No matter the reason, what you did was wrong."

"I know."

Another silence fell across the room. I was still mad and hurt but at least understood his side somewhat. It took a small amount of the sting out, though more than enough was left.

This time, Jockguy was the first to break the silence.

"I think I'm gonna go home," he said, standing up and heading for his coat.

I stood and followed him to the door. I didn't want him to leave. I needed to touch and hug him again. I needed to feel him next to me. I needed to be wrapped in his arms as we slept.

"Please don't leave," I said as he reached for the door.

"Jack, I don't think it's a g-"

"Please, just stay," I interrupted. "I need you to. Being away from you this long has killed me. I just need you next to me tonight."

That night, for the first time in almost a month, Jockguy and I fell asleep holding each other.

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It's been about 2 weeks since the above conversation happened. Jockguy and I are still together. Things are rocky and aren't even close to being repaired but we are heading in a positive direction. With his help and support, I've made the decision to come out to one of my brothers. It's not the whole family but it is a big step for me.

I want to thank those of you who have stuck around during this dead period for posts.

Jack :)

Monday, September 19, 2011

Massage and Happy Ending

This summer, I picked up some extra money doing construction. I got a sweet job hookup from my uncle. I worked a couple times a week and got paid very well... under the table of course :)

For the most part, it was all grunt work. In other words, I lifted shit all day lol. Bags of concrete, lumber, piping, etc. This, as you can imagine, caused some sore muscles. Luckily for me, I had Jockguy. After whining about how sore I was after the first day, he caved and started giving me nightly massages. Not just back rubs, but full on massages. Oil and everything :)

A couple weeks ago, Jockguy left town for a couple days and I had to fend for myself. I was online browsing around the usual sites when I got a message. It was from James, a guy I had been talking to for about a year but had never met up with. 

Why? Well, he's not my type. He's cute and fucking hilarious but he is chubby. He's around 6ft and 260ish. I don't have anything against chubby guys but I'm not attracted to them sexually. We started talking about a year ago. He hit me up on one of the hookup sites and, even though I wasn't into him, his message was so funny and intelligent, I had to respond back. Since then we talk about 3 times a week, mostly online. It's actually a cool friendship. I talk to him about Jockguy and my life and he talks about his life and school. Hooking up has never seriously come up. 

Anyways, I digress.

So, I get a message from James and read it. It's the usual "How are you?" message. I respond and we go back and forth. After some small talk, we get on the subject of the work. I had mentioned before about my construction job. He asked me how that was going.

"It's great but I'm sore from all the lifting."

"Dude, you have bf to rub you down. Why the fuck are you complaining? ;)" 

"I know asshole but he is outta town!"

"That sucks. Looks like you'll have to suffer through it."

Suffering through it sounded HORRIBLE. I had gotten used to Jockguy's strong hands massaging the pain away. I couldn't let myself endure the pain anymore (lol). While James isn't my ideal type, he's intelligent, funny, and nice. He's a pretty good guy. And besides, it's just a massage. I decided to throw out the bait and see if it took.

"Well, not exactly. I could always get a massage from someone else...  :) " 

"Haha, true. Looks like a craigslist ad is in your future!"

"Hahaha. No, I don't want some random guy. He'll take "massage" as an invitation to fuck me and I really just want a massage."

"Awww, does the hot guy have too many offers for sex from other hot guys?!? I feel SO sorry for you..."

"You are rather mouthy today!"

"I know :) "

At this point, I was sure I wanted him to massage me. Being able to verbally spar with me gives you huge bonus points.

"Well, asshole, I was actually wondering if YOU would want to massage me :) "

I waited for his response. And waited. After what seemed like 10min, it came.

"Are you being serious?"

"Yeah" I typed back.

"Really?"

"Yup :) "

"Wow. Ok, sure."

"All I get is a "sure"? Where's the enthusiasm?! ;) "

"lol. I'm kinda shocked. I'm not exactly your type, even if it's just a massage."

"I know. But you are funny and smart and fun to talk to. Plus, you probably have really strong hands from jerking off all time...  :) "

"I don't have to jerk off. Your mom's mouth does the trick."

"Is that a yes?"

"I guess so!"

I gave James my address and told him to be there in 30min.

After logging off, I hopped in the shower and got ready. 

At exactly the given time, there was a knock at the door. Wearing a pair of jogging pants and a wife beater, I headed towards the door. Opening the door, I could instantly tell James was a nervous wreck. His head was down and his hands were fiddling with his keys.

"Hey!" I said, letting him in. "Nice to finally meet you." I gave him a big smile in hopes of comforting him. It helped ever so slightly.

"Uhh, yeah. Nice to meet you."

James walked in the door a few feet and stood nervously.

"Can I get you something to drink? Beer? Coke? Water?" I made my way to the kitchen before he could answer.

"Uhh... sure..."

"Which one?" I chuckled.

"Whatever you are having."

I grabbed two cans of Coke and headed into the front room.

"Have a seat."

James sat next to me on the couch and stared at his Coke.

"Don't be so nervous," I said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Sorry. It's just... You are more attractive in person." James let out a nervous laugh started to blush.

"I guess I need to take new pics then!" I leaned back in the couch and opened my pop.

James followed suit. He started to relax a bit.

"So, where's Jockguy?" he asked, after a couple minutes of silence.

"Visiting some family. He'll be gone for about a week."

"Oh. Is he ok with me being here? I mean, not that anything will... you know, happen. But... is it ok?"

His nervousness made him really fucking cute. He's cute to begin with but for some reason, the nervousness amplified it.

"Yeah, he's cool with it. We have certain rules and understandings." 

"Oh. Good."

A couple more minutes of silence and I could still tell James was pretty nervous. I leaned forward and put my hand on his knee.

"James, it's ok. We know each other. We've been talking for a year."

"I know. I'm just a shy guy. I get nervous easily. I was actually going to smoke a bowl before I got over here to relax me but didn't want to drive stoned."

"Well, shit. Come with me." I grabbed James' hand and led him to my room. I grabbed my... supply box :)  

"Here. Come take a hit," I said as I loaded my pipe.

A bowl and a half later and James had definitely settled down. We both sat on my bed, enjoying the high.

"So, you want to get this started?" James asked.

"Wow, pot does wonders for your nerves. You just said something voluntarily."

"I know. Now you won't be able to get me to shut up."

I got up and stripped down to my underwear. After hesitating a second, I decided to have fun and get completely naked. 

The look on James' face was priceless. His mouth slightly dropped and he gulped. I smiled and sprawled out on the bed, face first. 

"Uhh... should I get... should I keep my clothes on... or?" James stammered.

"Up to you."

After a couple seconds, I heard his shirt and jeans hit the floor. Then I heard him open and oil his hands. After  a couple more seconds, his hands, which were indeed strong, met my sore calves.

Between the pot and awesome feeling of the message, I was high as a fucking kite. Pure bliss. James worked over EVERY part of my body. Toes, feet, calves, thighs, ass, back, neck, arms. He even rubbed my palms. 

And, to my slight surprise, I was getting turned on. A lot. His warm, strong hands sent shock waves throughout my body every time he pressed on my quads. My cock pulsed every time he grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them. My cock began to get very hard as it pressed against my stomach and the bed. Every touch made more precum leak out.

After a good 45 minutes to an hour of this, I decided I needed to get off. While James was giving my feet a third go around, I lifted my head and looked at him. 

"So... uhh... usually about now, Jockguy and I are rolling around naked together."

James gave me a very inquisitive look. When he didn't say anything, I decided to keep going.

"It would be ok with me if you wanted to go a little further." I rolled on my back and grabbed my hard, leaking cock. 

Without saying a word, James moved in between my legs. Slowly, he reached a hand out and grabbed my dick. Stroking it, he looked at me, almost scared to go further. I gave him a smile and laid my head back, thrusting my cock up a little. Soon, I felt his warm mouth engulf my dick.

Slow and steady, James began to suck me. His right hand rubbed my balls as his left wandered up and down my body. I began to rub his head and shoulders. He begin to pick up his pace and pressure. His hand slid from my balls to my ass and circled. I spread my legs a bit, inviting him to touch my hole. He caught on and was soon rubbing my hole. After a couple seconds, a finger slipped in. Then another. 

Soon he was finger fucking and deepthroating me. His fingers kept hitting my prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My balls started to tighten. My legs started to tingle. 

"I'm gonna cum!" I yelled.

James deepthroated me and kept it there. His fingers hit my prostate again. I burst down his throat. Shot after shot of my hot jizz coated his throat. James pulled off my cock a little. I shot 2 more streams into his mouth, where he savored the taste. 

His fingers still inside me, James suckled every last drop out of my dick. I slowly became soft inside his mouth. He slid his fingers out of me and collapsed on the bed. 

"Holy shit." I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know."

James and I laid on the bed and after about 10 minutes, enjoyed another bowl. We talked and laughed. After about an hour we hit up one my favorite food spots (The Jail! Fucking delicious!)

I have to admit, chubby or not, James could flat out suck. One of the 10 best blowjobs I've every gotten. Despite me not being attracted to him, that was one of the hottest bj sessions I've ever been a part of.


 

Sunday, August 28, 2011

What's Your "Number"?

Was reading the Manhunt Daily blog the other day and they had a post asking their readers about the number of sexual partners they had been with. I read some of the comments on the post and thought it was fucking hilarious.

Afterwards, I started thinking about how many I have been with, both guys and girls. I started counting. I counted hookups where at least oral sex was performed. And the number I came up with SHOCKED me. It made me happy and somewhat ashamed lol.

Why ashamed? Well, first off, I don't have an exact number! It's so high I have to estimate. Plus, for the last week I keep remembering random hook ups I've had and have added them to the count. And secondly, I don't know 3/4 of their names!

So, I'm here to ask you guys if my number is too high, too low, or just right :)

My number is... for guys - approximately 60 in 3 years
                         for girls - 11 in 6 years

That means in the 6 years I have been sexually active, I have been with about 70 people. 70! That's more than 11 a year! Almost 1 a month! I don't even KNOW 70 people!

How slutty does that make me? What is your special number?

Friday, August 19, 2011

The Prodigal Son Returns

Hey everyone. I'm still alive and kicking. I didn't break up with Jockguy, I haven't dropped out of school, I wasn't outed, I'm not HIV positive, I didn't get kidnapped. I've just had a horrible summer.

As much as I like to share, the reason(s) for me being gone don't have anything to do with the blog and are actually fairly boring. They have, however, been mostly resolved/dealt with.

So I am here, writing, ready to get this little blog up and running again :)

In 15 days, my Ducks begin their quest to make it to back-to-back BCS Title games. And with football comes a new school year, and with a new school year comes hot guys, and with hot guys cums me :)

Friday, June 17, 2011

Spring Break, Pt. 1 (sex)

Well, I promised and promised and it's finally here! A rundown of my Spring Break trip to Cali with Jockguy!

Tuesday, March 22 -

Driving from Portland to Eugene, I felt my phone vibrate. It was Jockguy.

"I'm on my way!" I answered defensively.

"Fuck, we supposed to leave an hour ago!" Jockguy laughed.

"Did you really expect me to be on time?"

"Of course not." I am notorious for being late. Always.

But this hadn't been my fault. I had spent the weekend after finals at home. When I told my parents about my planned trip a couple weeks prior, my mom let it be known that if I was going to be gone for the entire week I was "sure as hell going to make an appearance" the weekend before. I can't argue with that.

I got to Jockguys place and after a couple minutes of packing the car, we were on our way.

"Damn, only 2 hours behind schedule. That's not that bad," I said, pulling onto I5.

"'Not that bad'?!?" Jockguy said.

"Not for me."

"That's true. I was expecting to leave till the morning."

"You're a jackass."

The trip would take us about 15 hours south, to the L.A. area for the first night. We decided to head straight to L.A. without stopping. I love to drive and have driven Portland to L.A. a couple times nonstop, so this was nothing new. The second part of the trip would take us to the San Diego area. Jockguy, bless his heart, had sweet-talked one of his aunts into letting us stay in her vacation condo in San Diego.

The journey to L.A. was awesome. Jockguy and I talked a lot. In fact, looking back, that was one of my favorite parts of the trip. When we weren't talked we were listening to music. And Jockguy dosed off a couple times, only to be woken up by me poking him (I got hit a couple time for that lol).

15 hours later we arrived at our hotel. We checked in and immediately went to bed. Too tired to even think about sex, we cuddled and fell asleep.


Wednesday, March 23 -

I woke up to the sound of Jockguy talking and laughing on the phone. I groggily looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Way too early to be awake after getting into the hotel around 4am, I thought.

"Uh oh, he's awake," Jockguy laughed. "I'll call you back."

"I'm not awake, leave me alone," I mumbled.

"That was Sarah, she just got outta class," Jockguy said, ignoring me. Sarah's Spring Break was different than ours. She decided to skip the rest of the week. "Check out is at noon. Get up."

I opened one eye to see Jockguy standing over me, fully showered and dressed.

"Are you already dressed?" I mumbled.

"Yup. Been awake for an hour. Your turn."

"Go to hell," I said, stuffing my head under my pillow. "I'm fucking tired. I didn't get to sleep on the drive down like you did."

"Cry me a fucking river. Get up!" Jockguy pulled the covers off me, exposing my naked body. Then he broke my biggest rule - he tickled me.

"STOP YOU FUCKER! STOP!" I squealed. "I'LL GET UP! STOP!"

Laughing, Jockguy relented. He hopped on the bed next to me and pulled me into a hug.

"Fuck off," I laughed as I pushed him away. "You know I hate that."

"It's the only thing that gets your ass up in the morning. Besides, Sarah told me to do it."

"What?"

"That's what we were talking about when you woke up," Jockguy smiled. "She called and asked if you were up yet. Told me I had her permission to tickle you."

"Her permission?! I'm gonna fucking kill her!"

"Go get dressed first," Jockguy said, slapping my ass.

While in the shower, I started to think about what I was about to do. I was hours away from having my ex girlfriend meet my boyfriend. I was still nervous about the whole thing. Jockguy and Sarah had been talking on the phone for a couple months and already seemed like old friends. But it was still weird to me. I began to get really nervous.

After I got dressed, Jockguy and I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed out towards Sarah's apartment. The drive to her place should have only taken 25 min but this is L.A. we're talking about! 1.5 hours later, we arrived at Sarah's place. At this point, I was a fucking wreck. As I turned off the car, Jockguy looked at me and noticed.

"It's going to be fine, Jack." He reached down and grabbed my hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "I love you."

That settled my nerves down just enough to get me out of the car and onto the apartment.

We reached the Sarah's door and I knocked. The nerves were suddenly back. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.

"Hey!" Sarah said as we hugged tightly. "I'm so glad you are here!"

"Me too."

Sarah and I hugged tightly for about 30 seconds. She smelled amazing. We finally released each other.

"I grabbed Jockguy's hand and pulled him closer to the door.

"This is Jockguy."

"It's nice to finally meet you!" Sarah said as they hugged.

"Come on in," she said, pulling us inside.

We made our way into the front room and onto the couches. Sarah and I hugged once more before sitting down.

"I can't believe you are here... He still nervous?" Sarah asked Jockguy.

"Yeah. You should have seen his face in the car when we got here. It was hilarious."

"Fuck both of you!" I exclaimed.

"I'm surprised you are here on time. I figured Jack would sleep longer." Sarah ignored me and kept talking to Jockguy.

"Well, I might have tickled him to get his ass up." Jockguy giggled.

"Ha! You broke "the rule"!" Sarah said, air-quoting THE RULE. They both began laughing.

"Wow. I hate this already," I sighed.

For the next hour or so, the three of us sat in Sarah's apartment and talked. She and Jockguy hit it off immediately. It was like they had known each other forever. My nerves and anxiousness subsided and soon I was almost completely comfortable.

After catching up, we packed Sarah's bags in the car and hit the road. The drive down was awesome. We cut over to the Pacific Coast Highway and took that for a while, stopping here and there to swim or eat or take pictures. It ended up taking us about 5 hours to make the normally 2-3 hour drive, but when you are having fun, who cares?

We found the condo building and made our way to ours. Jockguy unlocked the door and led the way. The place was amazing. The views of the city and water were awesome.

"I didn't know you were rich," I said to Jockguy as I stared out the window.

"I'm not. My aunt is."

"Well, make sure you are in her will then. This place is awesome."

"Which room do you want," Sarah shouted from the hallway. I looked at Jockguy and shrugged his shoulders.

"Doesn't matter to me. Go pick," he told me.

I walked down the white carpeted hallway and found Sarah laying on the bed in one of the rooms.

"I see you have already picked your room," I said, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Yeah, I figured I'd take this one and you guys could have the one a couples doors over. You'll need your privacy." She gave me a huge smile.

"Privacy? I thought this was going to be a hot ménage à trois vacation!"

"Jack!" Sarah squealed as she hit me. "Come on, that's gross... Although, I wouldn't mind a shot at Jockguy!"

"Bitch, I will cut you!" I grabbed a pillow and beat a laughing Sarah over the head with it a couple times.

With the rooms picked and bags unpacked, we all gathered in the living room. After lounging and watching tv for a while, Jockguy announced he was hungry.

"Do you wanna walk or drive around and find a place?" I asked them both.

"I kinda just want to stay in," Jockguy said, with a slight whine in his voice.

"Me too," Sarah chipped in. "You should make us something."

"Yeah!" Jockguy said, perking up. "Make that chicken thing I like."

"The one with the garlic and lemon?" Sarah asked Jockguy. He nodded. "I love when you used to make that!" she exclaimed.

I stood there, staring at both of them, lounging on the couch, feet up.

"This isn't a fucking restaurant. You don't get to order things," I laughed. "I saw a grocery store up the road. I'll be back with... something."

That night, I made Jockguy and Sarah my version of chicken scampi. Neither said a word as we sat at the dinner table because they were too busy concentrating on eating every last morsel of chicken and pasta.

After our late dinner, Sarah went to bed. Jockguy and I stayed on the couch, cuddled up watching tv.

"Thanks for dinner," Jockguy said, "but how are we supposed to makeout after all that garlic?"

"Why do you think I made it?"

"Ha! You aren't getting out of it that easily." Jockguy turned his body towards mine and gave me a deep kiss.

"See? Garlic can't keep a sexy guy down," Jockguy said, smiling. "Let's go to bed." Jockguy hopped up, pulled me off the couch, and led me down the hall to our bedroom. When the door was closed, Jockguy pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. We were soon making out as we furiously tried to get each other naked.

Jockguy unbuttoned my shorts and dragged them and my underwear off. I lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his perfect torso. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies coming together as we ground against one another. Jockguy's rock hard dick felt like fire against my thighs and abs. His arms engulfed me, letting me inhale his intoxicating scent. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He interlocked his fingers in mine. A river of precum flowed from my cock, slicking up our abs. We both began to sweat.

"I love you," I whispered in Jockguy's ear. "I want you to fuck me." I lifted my legs, wrapping them around Jockguy's waist. I could feel the shaft of his cock resting against my waiting hole.

Looking into my eyes but not saying anything, Jockguy spit in his hand, lubed his cock and lined it up with my pucker. Slowly, he pushed his rod deep inside me. After bottoming out, Jockguy laid over me and kissed me as he pumped his cock in and out of my very happy ass.

Jockguy began to pound me. Every time he thrust in, he let all his body weight fall, slamming his dick as deep inside me as he could get.

"Oh my God... Keep fucking me... Keep fucking me," I pleaded.

"I love you... I fucking... love you," Jockguy grunted.

After a couple more thrusts, Jockguy pulled out and told me to get on my stomach. For the split second he wasn't inside me, I felt empty.

On my stomach, Jockguy climbed on top of me and covered me. His legs on mine, his stomach on my back, his arms on my arms. He put his hands on mine and our fingers were soon locked together. He soon slid his cock all the way back in, picking up from where he left off moments before.

As he fucked me, Jockguy kiss my neck and cheek. Our bodies, slick with gallons of sweat, became hotter and stickier. Jockguy smelled amazing. His sweaty body had an undeniable manly scent. I was high off his scent.

We remained in that position, our bodies seemingly melted into one. After God knows how many minutes or hours after we began, I felt Jockguys body tense. His pace quickened slightly. His breathing increased.

With a primal grunt, Jockguy shot his beautiful load deep inside my well used ass. Clenching my hole around his spewing cock, I could feel it spasm. Jockguy's body let out a little spasm as well. We bothed laid there, exhausted by the day and the day's recent activities. Jockguy's hot, sweaty body clung to my hot, sweaty body. He rested his head on back. Our hand were still intertwined, only now I had brought them close to me so Jockguy's arm wrapped me into a tight hug.

After a couple minutes, his empty cock still buried in my ass, Jockguy rotated us so we were spooning.

"Jack, I love you," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you too."