Date: Thu, 15 Dec 2005 09:10:17 -0800 (PST)
From: sekretpower <sekretpower@yahoo.com>
Subject: Storm

This story is based on fiction.  If you do not like
love story based on gay sex, do not proceed further.
Although written in such a way, remember to practice
safe sex.  Write me if you like the story -
sekretpower@yahoo.com

	That knock was expected. However, the event that
followed was not.
	Opening the door reluctantly, I was staring at Norah,
who looked so desperate; she would go down on her
knees to beg me to help her. I was not willing. Only a
nut would go out of the campus in the heavy rain,
which weather forecast was saying that a storm would
be expected.
	'Pluzzz, Tyler. Help me, pleazzzze!' she begged.
	'You know how it is like out there? You must be
fucking crazy to think I would do that!' I said,
shaking my head - still could not believe she would
ask me.
	'But Jack would be stranded for hours. Maybe
overnight. Com'on. If not for him, do it for me...'
she said, forcing out a sexy tone, although the tone
of desperation was too obvious. She came closer to me,
walking ever so slowly, like she was trying to come on
to me, and then placed her finger on my shoulder. I
was not wearing any shirt, which I knew she liked it
that way.  She loved my body.  And I, hers.  She ran
her finger down, crossing my chest, down to the navel.
	Damn.. that really got me tingling.
	But I had to be firm. I was crazy about her, but not
that crazy.
	I shook my head, and turned my back to her.
	'Nope. Nah-ah. Not this time, Norah. I would be nuts
to do the favor for you.'
	There was a pause of silent.  I thought she knew it
was a hopeless case to continue to persuade me.  I was
firm.
	'Sure?' she asked, as she hugged me from the back.
	She was naked.  Her naked breasts were pressed
against my back.

	'Damn!' I cursed. There I was, trapped in the rain,
and road congestion, zigzagging my way through the
stretches of cars along the road. I'd gotta get
control of myself, and not to be easily persuaded by a
topless, 'big breasts' Norah.  That one cheap thrill
to look at her boobs had caused me an evening of
staying dry.
	The wind was not helping too.  It was getting nasty,
and the way the branches of the trees swayed to the
slam of the wind were scary.  I needed to stay focus.
The rain, wet road and piles of almost stagnant
vehicles made the motorbike ride felt uneasy.
	The news had warned of an upcoming storm.  It had
been drizzling for the past few days.  But there were
hours when the rain stopped.  But not this time.  The
rain had gone on since morning, and by the early
evening, the rain showed no sign of stopping. It would
be a matter of time before some places would start
flooding.
	Why did I get myself into all this mess?

	Norah would be the answer.  It was not a big secret
that I had the hots for Norah. When I jacked off,
usually Norah would be one of those that I thought
off.  And the load would come hard.  Norah was easily
my choice, given the great figure she had.  Yeah, I
had my share of girls.  It did not come so hard for
me, given my surfer look and body, but Norah was an
off limit.
	Reason?
	Jack Tanner.
	Jack Tanner, the jock in the campus, was easily one
of the most popular guys. Jack was hot.  Girls talked
about him, and I could imagine, having wet fantasies
about him.  Guys admire him.  What was there not to be
admired of his hard, well-toned body?  His wide chests
built from the regular push-ups, and the chests from
other workouts in the gym.  Six-pack above the navel,
and 9, below.  We knew.  He did not seem to be
bothered by the staring eyes in the shower. He seemed
to be proud of his body, and did nothing to hide it,
even for his early morning semi hard-on.  His height
was a plus. It made his waist looked fitter, instead
of bigger.
	And the look? He could be mistaken for one of those
rugged good-look of a model, which was pasted on many
men health magazines.  I was only surprised that no
talent agent had discovered him yet.  Not that he
looked like the type who would be interested.
	You see, what we knew was that Norah was pleasured
sexually.  His known stamina and manhood took care of
that need of hers.  However, we figured she was
emotionally drained too.  Jack was not really that
sociable guy.
	That made me even more hesitating, to go over and
fetch Jack.  I mean, it was not like we were the
bestest friends.  I had the hots for his girlfriend,
and I was not sure if he knew of it.  And I did not
particularly like to find out.  Moreover, I was not
sure if I knew what was there to say to him.
	I was always second to him, in the group. In his
presence, one would give Jack a second look. Not that
I was anything less than average.  My blonde look,
lean body and 7 1/2 inches had helped to keep a few
girls in the campus happy.  I screwed around, cheating
on my ex-girlfriends and so on.  However, I had this
charm on the girls that kept them coming back.  Some
said it was my eyes.  Some said it was my smile.  Some
said I took care of them nicely in bed.  But I knew it
had to do with my body and cock size too.

	Jack had gone out earlier, despite Norah's objection.
 He had to collect something from someone, he said.
	But hours later, when the rain continued, and there
were warnings of flashflood, Norah got worried. She
checked with Jack through the phone, and found out
that Jack was already on his way back, but was caught
in a jam.  And it was not getting prettier.  It seemed
that the water from the river was rising.  Crossing
the bridge might be impossible.
	So, this was when I came into the picture.  I had a
bike.  Norah figured I would be fast enough to get
Jack back on my bike.

	The falling rain was not helping my sight.  A few
times I almost ran into the unmoving cars.  And the
constant horning from the vehicles were disturbing,
and I had to avoid fell branches.  The road was
impossible.
	I thought of turning back.  But I had gone so far,
that it kept me thinking that I would be seeing Jack's
car soon.  So, I rode forward, cursing whenever the
wind blew me sideway, causing me to lose control
momentarily of my bike.
	I cursed even more.  Norah had better paid me more,
than just flashing me her breasts.

	I saw his car eventually.
	I knocked on his window, and saw a surprised Jack.
	He winded down the window.
	'Com'on,' I shouted through the rain. 'It might be
flooded soon!' My finger pointed to the direction I
came from.  He understood - the bridge.
	Jack parked his car by the roadside, and jumped on my
bike.
	Somehow, I figured the other drivers were watching
us, and envied Jack.  I was half-wishing I was in
their dry cars, out of this rain.
	I sped my bike, going back the way I came from.  I
prayed that I was not too late.  Jack was on my back.
I could feel his weight leaning on me, with his arms
wrapped around my waist.  I stormed forward, avoiding
whatever things that were on my way.

	'Here.' I could hear Jack shouted in the rain.  I
rode my bike to the next shelter I could find, and
park my bike there.
	I looked around.  We were stuck.  A motel.  We were
seriously stuck.
	It was 20 minutes earlier that we discovered the
bridge was not useable anymore.  The river had over
flown.  There were many standing in the rain, looking
disbelief.  They were still hoping that it was not a
real thing, and that there was something there for
them to unblock, to let the water flow back to the
river.  But it was a false hope.
	Jack knew it, and tapped on my shoulder.  He was
telling me by his fingers gesture to turn back.
	I did what he said, although I was not happy.  I
should not be in this. I was supposed to be in my dorm
room, happily doing my stuff - finishing up my
assignment, listening to music, surfing porn or
jerking off.  But not out in the rain, freezing my
butts off.

	'Any room?' I asked.  The rain and the wind were not
helping the situation outside, and I could not wait to
get out of the rain, and my wet clothes.
	An old man was browsing through his book log.  On a
normal day, I bet this motel would not see so many
guests.  Well, tonight he was kept busier.
	'Two of you?' he asked, looking at the two wet guys
in front of his counter.  Water was dripping off us,
onto his floor.  The old man did not seem to mind.  I
bet we were not the first guests to do that tonight.
	I nodded my head.
	'Only double beds now.  Okay with you two?' he asked.
	I nodded my head.  I did not bother to check with
Jack, who was behind me, for his say.
	'Ok.  Room 15, the one at the far end.'  He passed me
the key. 'Oh yeah.. trouble with the hot water.  You
might not have much.'
	I just nodded my head, and turned. I bumped into
Jack.  He was quiet all this time.
	'Sorry,' I said. 'You need anything?'
	He shook his head, and headed out.
	This was gonna be a quiet night.  Curse.

	We passed by 2 earlier guests, who checked in at the
counter, before us.  The two 30+ guys stayed in Room
14, next to ours. The rain and the wind were hard on
them, as much as they were on us.  We were losing
balance, trying to steady ourselves, in our walk to
our motel room.
	'Horrible night, isn't it?' one of them said in a
high voice to us, as we walked past them at the
corridor. Their eyes were checking the two of us out.
It could be that they were afraid we were going to rob
them.
	I nodded my head.  Jack did not even glance at them.
	"Well, be glad that you got a place here.  Heard that
some motels were fully checked in.  That damn rain!'
	I just smiled.
	My eyes looked out into the dark night.  There was
nothing much to see, except for the pouring rain.  I
would not know much about the other motels, but Jack
insisted this one.  It was on the hill.

	The motel room was nothing fancy.  It was alright for
the price we, sorry I, had paid.  Just the double bed
by one side of the wall.  Opposite of the bed, was a
tv, which looked like it would take a miracle to be
able to switch it on.  There were a table and 2 chairs
by one corner, plus a standing lamppost.  The bathroom
was small.
	I took a towel and threw it to Jack.  He took it and
mumbled a thank you.
	At last, he said something, I thought.
	I had a chance to have a good look at him.  He was
soaking wet, just like me.
	Taking his jacket off, Jack looked like he had been
in a wet t-shirt contest, except that this one
involved a guy, and he looked like a goddamn winner.
The t-shirt stuck to his hard body, wet, and one could
see his nipples straining hard on his shirt.  I
thought it would have been a turn on.
	Not to mention that I was wet too, and I had to admit
it, that I looked good in one too.  But I was
shivering, and was embarrassed too.  There was
something sexual about two guys stripping together, in
a closed room.
	Jack took his white t-shirt off.  Well, it was more
like peeling the t-shirt off his body.  He dropped it
to the floor.  He looked good.  If I was not shy, I
would have loved to feel his body.  I had been trying
to work out, to get my body in a better tone.  And
there, in front of me, Jack was showing his nice
built.
	I took my shirt off too.  It felt good to get rid of
the wet shirt.  But the room was chilly.  I was cold.
I quickly took my shoes off, and then my jeans, at the
same time I heard the Jack pulled down his.
	I wondered if he was feeling cold.  I turned to ask,
but my eyes were treated to the view of a spectacular
fine body of a naked Jack.  He was drying himself off.
 And in the poor light of the room, I was admiring
that guy, from his chests, down to his muscular
thighs.  And in between the toned muscles of his
thighs, his dangling 5 inches cock, soft.  It was a
beauty.
	Afraid of being caught looking, I quickly turned my
eyes away, and reached for the towel.
	'Got a phone?' I heard him asked.
	I faced that naked hunk.  I nodded my head.
	'Need to call Norah.  She got you here, right?' Jack
asked.
	I nodded my head again, as I passed him my phone.
	'I take the shower, first?' I asked, pointing to the
bathroom.  He nodded his head, while punching the
dials.

	The hot water felt good.  I was happy that I could
wash myself clean from the mud and whatever else I had
gotten from the rain.
	The water showered on my body, and I let the stream
ran down my body.  Ahhh... That really felt wonderful.
	And then, suddenly the curtain was withdrawn.  Jack
was at the side.
	'Move aside,' he commanded.
	'What?' I was surprised.
	But he did not wait for my answer, and stepping into
the shower, sharing the hot water with me.
	'Not enough hot water, remember?' he said, as he
moved closer to me.  His naked body touched mine.
	'Oh..' That was all I could say.  I mean, it would be
selfish of me to get all the hot water to myself.  But
then again, I was not clean yet.
	Jack stood in front of me, taking a bigger dose of
the hot water stream, as he quickly rinsed his body
through.  When he bent down to scrub his legs, my dick
touched his ass.  I was stunned.  I wondered what he
would have thought.  But apparently, he did not care.
He continued to rub his legs.  His butts movement
rubbed my dick.  I had to step back.  I felt I would
be getting hard with the contact.
	He picked up the bottles of the body shampoo, and
poured out some.  Then, he tossed me the bottle.
	'Hurry up, before it got cold,' Jack said.  He was
referring to the water.
	I poured some for myself.  I scrubbed myself, with
Jack sharing the small space.  Our bodies bumped and
rubbed against one another a few times.  I realized
that I was more worried about it, than Jack.  And
then, I felt his dick brushed against my hip.
	The rubbing of his crotch had already stirred his
manhood up a bit.  It looked semi-hard, and thicker.
When he moved around, his cock head would brush my
skin, but yet, Jack acted like it was nothing.
	We stood under the showerhead together.  He let me
stood in front, because I was shorter.  His hand was
on my butt, while his chest was in contact with my
shoulder.  I was nervous.  My heart beat faster.  I
could not concentrate on the water.
	Jack was indifferent.  He just stood there, with his
eyes closed, obviously enjoying hot water.  His
semi-erected dick was brushing against my hip again.
	And why I was still thinking about this awkward and
erotic situation, which got myself hardening, Jack had
already stepped out of the shower.
	He took his towel and left the bathroom.
	I was still dumbfounded by the whole incident.
	Was I turned on by Jack?

	It could not be.  I was straight.  Straight as an
arrow.
	And so was Jack.  Well, from what I heard, Norah was
not the only one who kept Jack happy.  There were
other groans from his room in the dorm, when Norah was
not around.  And I mean, female voice groans.
	I believed someone told me that Jack told gay Peter
off, for trying to come on to him.  Some said that
Peter was punched in the face.  I did not know if that
was true.  But I could tell that Jack did not mess
with the same sex.
	I tried to brush the whole thing off.  It was just
taking a shower together.  There was nothing more to
it.  So what if our skins touched?  It was a small
space.
	Jack was sitting at the edge of the bed.  His towel
was hung around his neck.  He was struggling to open a
pack of wet cigarette box.  I heard a curse, and then,
he threw the box aside.  It was all too wet to enjoy a
puff now.
	The wind was rattling the window.  I looked out.  The
rain had not let up yet.
	My cock was still semi-hard, but I knew it won't be
long.  I was cold.  Shivering.
	I looked around, for something to cover myself.
	Jack had already taken the blanket, wrapping himself.
 I had hoped for a second blanket, but it looked like
there was none.
	'Thanks,' Jack said.
	'What for?'
	'For coming to get me.  You did not have to.'
	'Well, either that, or she would keep banging on my
door,' I said, jokingly.
	Jack smiled.  He knew how his girlfriend was like.
	I stood there, wrapping my towel around my body.  It
was wet.  So, it did not offer much warm.  I walked
around the room, to see the photos in the old frames,
hung around the room.  Once in a while, my eyes darted
to Jack.  His towel was already on the floor, and I
was tempted to take his for myself.  His hung cock was
exposed, and he did not do anything to cover it up.  I
was not covering mine up too.  But that was because I
had only one towel around my upper body.
	'You feeling cold?' he asked.
	I looked at him, and nodded my head.
	'Here,' he said, moving ass to one side of the bed,
leaving me some space to enjoy the blanket.
	I paused.  But the chill I felt was too
uncomfortable.
	I sat down, shivering, and pull my side of the
blanket to cover myself.  I rubbed my hands profusely,
hoping that my hands would feel less cold.
	His naked thigh was next to mine.  My butt was
touching his.  I was fully conscious of it, and I
tried to peek at Jack.  He looked undisturbed.  He had
this distance look, written on his face.  Like he was
thinking of something else, and nothing in the room
was in his mind.
	I told myself to stop it.  It was nothing.  It was
really nothing.
	But I was not buying that myself.
	When two good-looking naked guys sat this close in a
room, with their skins touching, how could that be no
sexual tension?  My heart beat faster again.
	But the blanket did nothing to reduce my shivering.
Damn!  I was gonna catch cold.
	'Still cold?'
	I turned, and saw Jack was looking at me.
	I nodded my head.
	He got up, with his cock, hanging down, in front of
me.  'You can have it all.'
	I was stunned.  Was he offering me his cock?  That
was fag!
	Jack walked away.  Oh... he was referring to the
blanket.

	That night, I lied down on my side of the bed,
listening to the rain.  It had turned to drizzle, but
no one could tell if this meant an end to the rain
eventually.  I had felt better, since my body worked
itself to the warmth of the room.  Plus the blanket
helped.
	Jack was on his side of the bed.  His eyes were
closed.  I did not know whether he had fallen asleep
or not.  But I was glad that he had closed his eyes.
That meant that I did not have to try to have any
conversation with him.  I had tried, but failed an
hour ago.  That was why I tried to sleep early.  I
gave up.
	But an hour later, I was still fresh.  Damn, I
cursed.
	I watched Jack.  The blanket covered his hips and
below.  His upper body was naked to my eyes. My eyes
followed the outline of his chests and the abs.  I
wondered how hard he had worked, to get a body this
good.  I bet I would have laid more girls, with a body
like that.
	And then, my mind drifted to Norah again, and her
tits.
	A few minutes later, I felt the wall knocked.  And
then, more.  I listened.
	I turned to Jack.  His eyes were open.  He was
listening too.
	And then, groans.  Loud.  And then, softer.  Louder
again.  But they were groans.  The banging on the wall
continued, plus creaking sound.
	And then, faintly, the voices of men, talking dirty.
	Then, more moaning.
	It was the room next door.  The men were having sex.
Each thrust sent their bed to bang against the wall.
	I turned to look at Jack again.  He was listening.
	There were groans. Whoever they were, they were
really into their pleasure.
	So, there I was, naked in bed with Jack, listening to
some gay guys next door having sex. I did not know if
I should be disgusted, or that I should just enjoyed
the voyeur.  But I did know that I should have jerked
off earlier.  The moanings were getting to me.
	I peeked at Jack again.  He was not bothered by the
moans.  In fact, eventually, he just shut his eyes, as
if he was mixing the sound of the drizzle and the
moans to put him to sleep.
	I could not.  I felt weird.  I was really began to be
more conscious of Jack's nakedness beside me, and to
think that I wanted to feel this hunk's body.  I was
curious.  I wanted to know his hardness - how firm his
body was.  And to imagine the two men we had met
earlier, now fucking each other, in the next door, was
an add-on to my growing hard-on.  If I did not do
anything, I would be answering to Jack soon, on the
reason my cock grew to my full size of 7 1/2 inches,
listening to the men's groans.
	I pulled the blanket up.  In doing that, I uncovered
more of Jack.  I saw his hand.  He was rubbing his
crotch.  His cock had grown to almost his full size.
And even though he knew his cock was fully exposed now
to me, he did not even try to hide it.  He just merely
covered his hard cock with his palm.  But I swore his
fingers were still rubbing his thick shaft.
	I looked.
	He must had figured it.  He turned his face and saw
me staring.  I quickly diverted my attention
elsewhere.  I did not even dare to ask.
	'I get hard. Often.' That was what I heard from him.
	As if his offer of excuse was an opportunity for me
to turn my face back, and looked at his hard-on.  It
was a beautiful 9 inches hard-on.  His fingers stopped
the caressing, the moment he knew I was watching.  He
just left the hand there.
	The moanings from the next door continued.  And then,
with a slightly louder yelp, the wall was silent
again.  No more banging.  It was quiet.  The men had
cummed.
	Jack pulled the blanket, but it was just enough to
cover his crotch.  He did not attempt further.  He
just left the blanket, as it was, covering half of his
hip, and exposing the other.  He had moved his hand
away.  His 9 inches making a dent, obvious to my eyes.
	I faced up the ceiling.  My cock had grown hard too.
I wished I could jerk off.  But not in front of Jack.
And going to the bathroom then was pretty obvious.  I
covered my groin, with my hands, hoping that Jack knew
not of my problem.
	Jack was cool, being an exhibitionist.  I was not.

	Miraculously, half an hour later, the gays next door
seemed to find their stamina back.  They were at it
again.  But this time, it was the moaning.  No more
bed banging the wall.  I was still awake.  My cock had
lost its erection, but with the moaning, I was not
sure.
	I turned my head, to listen carefully, if there was
indeed moaning.  I saw Jack.  He was awake too.  He
was resting the back of his head, on his arm.  His
eyes were opened.  My eyes followed his other arm.  It
ended where his crotch was.  Jack was playing with
himself.
	The groans grew louder for a second.  And then, we
could hear faint voices saying something, before even
more moans were heard.
	As if Jack had enough of the disturbance, he got up.
Kneeling on the bed, he pressed his ear on the wall.
His hard dick was standing thick, pointing to the
wall.  It was the first time I saw his hard cock up
close.  It was thick.
	Jack continued to listen.  It was not so hard to
believe that he could hear what they were saying, in
between the groans.  Jack moved his head around,
pressing on different places on the wall for a clearer
listen.
	And then, just beside me, he found a good spot.  It
seemed that the voices were clearer there.  Jack's
hard cock was only two feet away from my face.  I felt
embarrassed.  I did not want to enjoy the view of his
cock.  Big, it was, but still, hey, I was not supposed
to be getting over that.
	Reluctantly, I got up.  The blanket fell, exposing my
own 7 1/2 inches hard-on.  At first, I tried to cover
up, but then, I realized that Jack was not even
bothered to look.  So, I guessed I did not need to.
	Jack continued to listen.
	I thought I should to, but I was treated to the sight
of him, squatting on his knees, with his firm ass to
me.  If only he could see my eyes eyeing his ass, he
would have beaten me up.  Oh yes.  I had taken one
girl up her ass, and liked it.  At that moment, I
wondered how it was like to bury my cock in Jack's
ass.
	Stop it!  I told myself.  Jack was a guy.  That would
be so gay.  Damn gay.
	But my eyes were betraying me.  I pretended to look
at the wall, but a few times, my eyes stole a few
looks at his fine ass.  I wondered again how he pumped
his ass up so good.'
	Jack discovered something.  By moving the big picture
frame above the bed, he found a tiny hole.  He had to
stand this time, as the hole was higher up.
	Jack passed me the frame, and spied into the hole.
	I was curious.
	Were the guys next door really could be seen?
	My curiosity made me climbed back onto the bed,
standing beside Jack. I just stood there.  It was not
like Jack knew he was supposed to give me a chance to
peek.  Was he gonna move aside for me?
	I looked around.  There, I saw another tiny ray of
light on the wall.  Another hole, just below Jack's.
	I knelt down, and peeked through the hole.
	The next-door room came into view.  It was blurry,
but I could make out the place somehow.  It was
something like ours.  One of the guys was lying down
on the bed, with his legs on the floor.  The other was
on his knees, swallowing his friend's cock.  He bopped
his head up and down, taking in his friend's shaft.
	Oh man.. this was good.  To spy on others getting it
on, interestingly, would get me excited. I was
something of a voyeur.  I got hard, watching others
get off.
	The guy on his knees must had done a good job.  The
guy on the bed kept moaning softly, whispering.  Must
be trying to get his friend to go faster, or swallow
deeper.
	I felt my cock stirred excitedly.  It was beginning
to throb, even without me touching it.  Man, I needed
to cum badly.
	I turned to look at Jack's cock, now inches away from
my face.  His cock was throbbing too, but with the
help of his hand.  He was stroking himself, with my
face beside his cock.
	I looked up, to see if Jack knew I was watching him
stroking himself.  His eyes were still on the guys
next door.  I felt safe, to continue to admire his big
cock.  I meant, yeah, there were guys having a suck
fest next door, but I was having a real thing in front
of my eyes.  I had never seen such a big cock so close
in front of me.
	As long as Jack continued to enjoy the view next
door, I would be safe to watch him stroking his huge
cock.
	Jack's fingers held firm onto his thick shaft.  He
moved his hand, forth and back, slowly.  But with each
thrust, his cockhead expanded.  It looked angrier.  It
was cut.
	Jack's 9 inches was a straight, thick shaft.  It was
not like others, which either bend sideway or upward.
I figured one hand's fingers were not sufficient to
wrap around his cock. I could merely covered around my
cock with my fingers.  His was obviously thicker.
	His balls were huge too, matching the thickness of
his cock.
	I was getting more excited.  My cock began to throb.
I could not ignore it any longer.  My hand reached
down, and I began to stroke my cock, to Jack's rhythm.
 I pulled my cock, as he stroked his cock forward.
	I felt the blood rushed more to my cockhead.  If I
kept this up, I would be shooting all over my pillow.
	I looked up.
	Shit!
	Jack was watching me.  There was no grin, nor was
there an angry face.  His angelic handsome face was
just staring at me.  I was speechless.  I was caught.
	But Jack said nothing.  He turned his attention away
from me, and spied back through the hole.
	What was I supposed to do?
	He did not mind, right?
	His fingers were still wrapped around his cock, and
he had not stopped his stroking.  I took that as he
was okay with me watching him.
	My hand had left my own hungry cock.  I could not
shoot my load there.  I still wanted to enjoy his
display.
	I was nervous. I was excited. Suddenly, merely
watching him stroking his cock was not enough.  I
needed more.
	I clenched my fingers hard in my fist.  I was scared
of my next move.  But the temptation was there, and I
figured I should just do it.
	I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.  I felt his
thickness.
	His stroke stopped.
	I looked up.
	Jack did not look down.  His eye continued to peep
through the hole.  It was like as if he paid no heed
to me.
	But he was moving his hand away, as if he was
allowing me to take over his job.  I was to stroke his
cock.
	I was to stroke Jack's hard cock!
	I got even more nervous.
	My fingers slide down to where his fingers used to
be.  The feel of his shaft skin on my palm was sending
excitement up my own cock.  I felt like my cockhead
was expanding to a point where it was going to
explode.
	I began to stroke him. I began to stroke Jack's big
cock.  I began to stroke Jack.
	I was holding Jack in my palm, and I was to make him
feel good.  I had to make this huge cock feel good.  I
stroke him gently, following his own stroke rhythm
earlier.  His body tensed.  He was enjoying it.  My
body tensed too.
	I began to stroke him longer, and moving my palm up
and down on his shaft.  I could feel his pulse on my
palm, matching each time his cockhead throb.  I was
enjoying this.  Secretly, I was scared, but it was
exciting.
	Bit by bit, I inched my palm closer to his cockhead.
I wanted to feel his cockhead on my palm.  I just had
to.
	Jack seemed to know too.  He could tell from my
fingers.  My thumb found his cockhead, and I began to
play with it.  I squeezed and rubbed his cockhead
between my thumb and fingers.  Jack's body tensed
further.  He began to move his hips around, trying to
subdue his excitement.
	And before long, Jack began to hump my hand.  I just
made a ring with my fingers, and let him fucked his
hard cock through it.
	My ass moved forward and back, sliding his whole
shaft up and down my palm.  His balls bumped my hand,
each time my palm reached the base.  Each time my palm
reached the tip, his cockhead expanded harder.
	After a few rounds of slow fucking, Jack's body began
to move faster.  He was fucking my palm hard.  My cock
throbbed.  My other hand began to stroke myself up
good.
	Suddenly, Jack's abs tightened.  And the whole shaft
felt even thicker.  I could felt his vein thickened.
Without warning, Jack cummed.  His load gushed out of
his cock, spraying the wall, and dripped onto the bed.
	His body heaved harder as he ejaculated.  I looked
up. He was no longer interested in the room next door.
 He was looking at me, and at his hard dick.  He was
breathing faster.
	His body jerked a few more times, gushing out smaller
loads of his cum, onto my palm.
	Instead of being disgusted, I was excited, to feel
his warm cum on my palm.
	Jack said nothing.
	I just climbed down from the bed, picked my towel and
tossed it to me.
	Then, he left for the bathroom, with his cock still
dangling hard.
	That was it?

	I stood by the window, looking out.  There was
nothing to see, and not that I was trying to.  I was
still overcome by the whole event just now.  My cock
was still standing hard, and Jack was still in the
bathroom.  His cum was still wet on my palm.
	I needed to get off.
	I reached down.  Instead of jerking off with my dry
hand, I used the one with his cum.  I ran my palm over
my hard cock, feeling his sticky cum covering the
length of my cock.  I began to stroke my dick, feeling
Jack on me. The thought of Jack and his body made my
body tensed, and my heartbeat raced faster.  I cummed,
ejaculating my load onto the floor.
	When my last load of my cum oozed out, I released my
cock from my hand.  My palm was covered again by cum.
This time, it was a mix of Jack's and my babies.  I
could not resist but to bring my palm up to my nose
and sniffed.
	I did not know what to expect, but to have Jack's
manly cum with mine, was erotic.

	When Jack came out of the bathroom, I thought the
moment would be awkward.  But it was not.  Jack acted
like nothing had happened.  He climbed back into his
bed, and pulled the blanket to cover himself.  Nothing
was said to me.
	I did not know why I was expecting him to say
anything to me, but I was giving up.  I cleaned myself
with the towel, and climbed back to bed too.
	The night had been eventful, and suddenly now, I was
tired.
	I wondered what I would say to Jack the next morning.
 How I would face him.  But I was hoping too, to avoid
the whole topic.  And yet, I was upset that he was
saying nothing about the incident.

	We did not wake up the next morning.  We woke up
after lunch.  Norah's call woke us up.  I grabbed the
phone, and after some mumbling, I passed the phone to
Jack.  Norah had thanked me, and apologized to me, for
getting me involved.  If she only knew I was involved
more now...
	Jack listened, and uttered a few a-huh, and hmmm..,
before hanging up.
	I dozed off again, and when I woke up, Jack was
already out of bed.
	His clothes were on the floor.  Still wet. But his
towel was missing.
	I cleaned myself up, and by the time I came out of
the bathroom, Jack had returned.  He was holding a
tray of sandwiches and hot drinks.  He had gone to the
office, and managed to get some food for us.  He was
only wearing his towel.
	Wow.  That was awkward.  I thought he was an asshole,
and there, he showed he thought not of himself only.
Like wow.
	I wrapped my towel around my waist and joined him.
	I took one sandwich and ate quickly.  I was hungry.
Jack was too.  With him sitting on the chair, his
towel parted.  I could see his soft manhood from where
I was sitting.  Even when it was flaccid, it looked
big.
	'Bumped into the guys,' he suddenly said, without
looking at me.
	'Who?' I asked.
	He pointed at the wall, chewing his sandwich. Oh.. he
meant the gays next door.
	I nodded my head - understood.  I wondered how much
they were turned on by Jack.  He would be a nice prey
for those sex-hungry gays.  Jack would be a good meal.
 But that would be if they could overpower him.  Jack
was a strong guy.  His body tones told of his
strength.
	'Got ourselves another night.  Here,' he said, so
casually,
	I almost dropped my sandwich.  Here?  Another night?
	As if he read my mind, he said, 'Flood.'
	'Still raining?' I asked.
	He nodded his head.  'Shower.  Government order to
stay in.  That old man said.'
	Shit!  I was hoping to get out from this place.  I
could not bear to stay there in the room, not knowing
what it was supposed to be with Jack.  I felt trapped.
	'Why?' he asked, sensing my uneasiness.
	'We're trapped!' I snapped.
	He did not respond.
	'And this..' I suddenly said.
	He looked up.  'What this?'
	'This.  This non-talking of yours.  What's up with
you?  I stay here, I'll go bloody fucking mad!  You
don't talk!' I said, with a sigh.
	He was quiet.  I felt my small outburst was a waste.
Oh god!  This was gonna be unbearable.  Jack looked
like he was thinking of something, and then, brushed
aside his thoughts.  He continued to eat and took his
hot drink.
	Then, he moved away, to the window, gazing at the
rain.

	'So, are you gay?' he asked.
	I was surprised by his sudden question.  It had been
a quiet half an hour.  I was not expecting him to say
anything.
	I shook my head.  I was thinking of the many excuses
I could use to explain the incident this morning.  He
did not ask.  He was okay with my answer.  That simple
'no' was enough for him.
	'You?' I asked.
	'You were the one who touched me.  Not the other way
around,' he answered, without looking at me.  His eyes
were still gazing out.
	Jack drew the window curtain closed.  I realized why.
 I heard the next door neighbors.  They had to stay
too.  I could hear them talking outside.  Jack did not
want them to see us.
	'Why they do it?' I heard myself suddenly asked.
	Jack shrugged his shoulders. 'Why did you?'
	'I guess I was curious,' I said.
	I watched Jack for his reaction.  There was none.
But I was glad that he was not upset.  Seeing that, I
became more daring.
	'I mean, look at you.  You are BIG!' I said.
	Jack gave a smirk.
	'You are nothing small either,' he said. 'How big?'
	'Me?' I asked.  Jack nodded.  '7 1/2.'
	Jack nodded, in admiration. 'Keep the girls happy,
huh?'
	I laughed.  So, Jack was talking.  I was slightly
relieved.
	One thing led to another, we sat there in our towels,
talking.  I got to know Jack better.  He told me a bit
- of his schooling years, his first girlfriend, his
first time and more.  I told him whatever I could of
myself.
	Jack was the middle son, in a family where discipline
was harsh.  His dominant father had made him to speak,
only when spoken to, and was not the type to share his
feelings.  He had tried to before, but he failed.
Since then, he preferred to bottle up his feelings
within.  He knew it was frustrating for others, but it
was frustrating for him too, when he could not find
way to tell.
	What about Norah, I asked him.  Wouldn't all this
caused her to be upset? I asked him if this was fair
to the girl who loved him.
	Jack was quiet.
	'Do you think she will love me if I was not popular?'
he asked.
	When he asked this, there was this look on him, that
made him looked so gloomy.  He was sad.  I had opened
a can of feelings that he shared with no one.  He knew
his place with Norah.  I was taken aback.

	Our conversation was interrupted by the bangings on
the wall.  The gays next door were at it again.  They
were certainly enjoying themselves.
	I looked at Jack.  Was he gonna spy on them again?
	Jack seemed to know what I was thinking.  With a
smirk, he shook his head.  His hand was fondling
towel, touching his soft dick.
	I smiled back.
	The bangings on the wall became the only sound in our
room, other than the rain.  Jack and I suddenly were
lost for words.  I wondered when the groans would come
in.
	I watched Jack.  He had already flipped open his
towel, and his hand fondling his cock.  His cock was
coming alive.  It was already semi-erected.
	Was I gonna be treated to this free show?
	I was on the bed, supporting myself up, with only
arm.  Jack was sitting on a chair, with his legs open
slightly wide enough, for him to stroke his cock down.
His attention was not on me.  His eyes were looking at
his huge cock growing.
	I watched Jack's hand stroking himself.  I was
getting turned on.  Once this was over, I had to fuck
a girl.  Any girl!  This excitement with Jack and his
monster cock was disturbing.  But for now, I was
pushing that thought to the back of my mind.
	I was going to enjoy this afternoon.  I was going to
enjoy the sexhibition.  I was gonna watch Jack jerked
till his cum shot off.
	My hand moved down to part my own towel.  It found my
own hard cock.  I grabbed the shaft, and stroke
myself.  This was good!  I loved the sexual tension.
	Jack continued to stroke himself, slowly.  He was
letting the groans from the next door to build his sex
sense up.  He liked to hear the moans, just like me.
His huge cock was now pointing straight.  It was
already hard.  His other hand had moved down to cup
his balls, fondling them, as he stroke his cock with
long strokes.
	I smiled.  The view was unbelievable.  I had hot Jack
in front of me, jerking himself off.
	Jack looked up.  He had this smirk on his face again.
 Like he thought of something naughty.
	'You wanna play with this?' Jack asked, invitingly.
	I smiled.  Though I did not mind, I was not sure.
Instead of saying so, I found myself shaking my head -
a 'no'.  At that moment, I caught myself feeling
disappointed.
	Jack did not mind my answer.  He stood up.  His towel
fell onto the floor.  He was totally naked, with his 9
inches cock standing hard.  His hand never left his
cock, still stroking it long and slow.  His eyes were
closed, standing there in the middle of the room,
enjoying the pleasure of his hand on his cock.  In his
posture, I was treated to a hard Jack.  His body was a
body of well-toned muscles.  My eyes admired his
chests, abs and the thighs.  Damn!  He looked so hot!
	After a few more strokes, he opened his eyes.  They
were looking at me.  I was still stroking myself.  I
felt I could cum anytime, with such a hot body in my
view for pleasure.
	'You sure?' he asked.
	It would only be touching him again.  Just jerking
him off.  That was not so bad, I told myself.  Jack
took my hesitation as a 'yes'.  He gestured with his
finger to come over.
	Jack sat himself down, opening apart his thighs wide
enough to welcome me.
	I climbed off the bed, walking with my hard-on
pointing at Jack.  Jack noticed it, and another smirk
came on his face.
	As I came near him, this time I was no longer freaked
out when my leg brushed his.  I reached down, and
grabbed his cock.  Again, the thickness of his cock
felt greater on my palm.  I gave it a few pulls,
sliding the thick shaft on my palm.
	A soft moan escaped Jack's lips.  He was grateful. He
was enjoying it.
	Bending down to stroke Jack was not the best
position.  He knew it too. He did not ask me to do
anything else, but somehow, I felt the best way was
for me to kneel down in front of him.  So, I did.
	The look on Jack's face was like he had conquered me.
 He had this superior face expression, admiring his
new conquest, kneeling in front of him, willing to
pleasure him.
	My hand was in a better position now to pull his big
cock, feeling it properly, with all its hardness.  His
cockhead was pointing at me.  It had already expanded
huge, under my touch.  I kept up my hand-thrust.  The
nearness of his cockhead was alarming, and yet
sexually charging me.
	I was getting more excited.  Kneeling down in front
of hard Jack seemed to have an effect on me.  My cock
got harder, and my body tensed.
	I cummed.  I ejaculated my loads of cum.  I shot
hard.  It creamed the floor, and Jack's right leg, but
Jack did nothing.  He did not seem to be bothered.  He
was more bothered about his cock in my hand.
	I placed my other hand on his long cock.  Even with
both hands, I had not covered the whole of Jack's big
dick.  I continued to pump his cock, but this time, my
palms covered most of his shaft.  As I stroked up his
shaft, my palm rubbed his cockhead.  It did make Jack
went more tense.
	I thought I had him.  He was gonna cummed soon.  My
semi-hard cock twitched again.
	Suddenly, Jack sat up, and bent down.  Both of his
hands held the back of my head.  Jack was pulling my
head towards him.  I got panic.  Jack wanted me to
blow him.  I released Jack's cock, and used my hand to
push him away.  But his back was onto the wall.  All I
felt was his hard thighs.
	I could not keep my face away from his cock.  I could
not move away.  And I did not try to get up.  I was
hesitating again.  Jack was stronger.  He was able to
pull me closer, no matter how hard I tried to push my
head back.
	I clenched my lips together.  I was not going to be a
faggot.  I did not want that dick in my mouth.  My
eyes were closed, as I gathered my strength to push my
head back, against his hands.
	I felt his cockhead poked my face.  And then, the
next thing I knew, my face was pressed on his groin.
My nose was buried in his pubic hair.  I felt his
shaft on my face.  In my slight struggle, my face was
rubbed against his hard cock several times.
	I gave up.  Jack was too strong.  And I did feel I
was curious.
	I turned my face sideway, feeling his shaft on my
lips.  I opened my mouth, and felt his shaft between
my lips.  My tongue tasted the first cock.
	It was then Jack stopped struggling with me.  He knew
I had caved in.  I was in his power.  He eased the
pressure on head, and guided me.
	I came face to face with his cockhead.  It was
waiting.  Jack was waiting.
	He thrusted his hips forward, parting my lips with
cock.  My mouth took the cock in, feeling its length
and its thickness forcing itself into my mouth.  Jack
pulled me closer.  His thick cock was jammed to the
back of my mouth.  I almost gagged.  His cockhead
jabbed my throat.
	Then, slowly, Jack guided my head.  He moved me forth
and backward, letting my lips slide up and down his
monster cock.  I struggled with my breathing.  It was
not easy to work on his thick cock, and I felt myself
drooling.
	Jack kept jamming the back of my mouth, and his
thrusts increased.
	A few moans came from him, and then, suddenly, I felt
Jack's thighs tensed up.  The thrust stopped.  Jack's
shaft thickened in my mouth, and I felt his cockhead
bloating.  The next thing I knew, Jack shot his loads
in my mouth.
	I felt load after load sprayed to the back of my
mouth.  I thought I was gonna choked.  I swallowed
Jack's cum, struggling, as he had not released his
cock from my mouth yet.  Cum was dripping off from the
side of my lips.  I tried to push him away, but Jack's
grip on me increased when he was cumming inside me.
	I tried to push him away.  It was not happening.
	And then, suddenly, Jack let my head go.
	I fell back onto the floor.  My chests heaved up and
down fast, struggling to catch my breath.
	There was still cum on his freed cockhead.  It
dripped onto the floor. I looked at Jack.  He was
smiling.
	'Thanks,' Jack said, grinning satisfied.
	His hand reached out, and grabbed hold of my chin.
Jack moved closer.  My heartbeat beat faster again.
Not knowing what he was gonna do, I was terrified. His
face inched closer to mine.  His tongue slid out, and
he licked my chin, up to the side of my lips.
	Damn!  Jack was licking his own cum off my chin.  His
smirk grew wider. He got up, and went to the bathroom
again, leaving me to ponder if I should be upset, or I
should be grateful.
	I licked lower lip.  I could still feel Jack there.
	My cock was hard again.
	Perhaps I should be grateful.

	In the evening, Jack got me dinner as an apology.
Nothing fancy, plus some beers.  Even so, I kept my
distance from Jack.  I still admired his big cock, but
my jaw still sore from his forceful jam into my mouth
earlier.
	And when the sky was dark, Jack challenged me to
shower in the rain.  We ran out naked, and stood as
long as we dared to, and then scrambled back laughing.
	I had re-arranged our clothes to let them dry faster.
 In the damp air, I did not expect miracle much,
hoping for dry clothes to cover myself.  Heck, even
the towel had yet to dry completely when I had to use
it again.
	I fell asleep.  When I woke up, I got myself a
hard-on.  I checked around.  Jack was not sleeping
beside me.  Thank goodness.  I was still not
comfortable flashing my hardness to anyone.  Jack
might be.  Not me.  Not that he could see my hard-on.
I was lying face down on the bed.  I looked to the
right, and saw Jack, at the far corner.
	Jack was sitting on the chair, touching himself. Yes,
I should had gotten used to that view, but what
worried me was what his eyes were staring at.  Jack
was eyeing my ass, as he fondled his cock.  My ass was
exposed, like offering itself.
	I felt troubled.
	Yes, Jack had seen my ass for many hours now, but
there was lack of interest.  The sudden awareness that
he was staring at my ass made me tingled with anxiety
and also aroused.  All this time Jack was the one who
turned me on.  This time, I was the one who was hold
the card.  With any luck, Jack would be sucking on my
cock.  It would be my pleasure to humiliate him.. I
was gleaming proud.
	I played dumb.  I acted I did not know like I did not
know I was turning him on.  I rested my face back on
the pillow, pretending to sleep. I moved my body a
bit.  It was more like moving my ass up, to show off
my bubble butts.  That should get him hard, and would
want me to blow him.  Fat chance!  He had to blow me
first!
	It took a while, before I heard his chair moved a
bit, and slow steps approaching.
	I could feel the speed of heartbeat picking up.  I
was breathing faster.
	I felt Jack was sitting beside me.
	I opened my eyes, and was greeted by Jack's hard
cock, pointing at me.  It was already huge at its full
9 inches size.  My plan worked.  He wanted me to suck
his cock.  I was gonna play hard-to-get, and get him
to blow me first.
	I shook my head, with a smirk, obvious for him to
see, and turn my face to the other side, continue to
act like I was trying to get some sleep.  Jack shook
my shoulder.  I shrugged his hand off.  What he could
not see was that I was smiling.
	Jack walked away.  But I knew he would come back.  Or
he was gonna ask if I was sure, turning him down.  And
I was gonna tell him that he had to do the favor
first.
	I felt the mattress moved.  Jack was climbing up the
bed. Before I could turn to my back to see what he was
up to, I felt him spreading my legs apart. I tried to
get up, but he knelt on the back of my thighs.  I was
pushed down.  I tried to push him off, but he kept my
body down with one hand.  His weight was on me.  I
struggled, but was in vain.
	No finger.  No warning.
	The next thing I felt was his cockhead on my
buttcrack.  It felt big.
	I wanted to scream, but I was scared.  I wanted him
to get off me, but yet I did not want him to go away.
I wanted him.  But not this way!  Or did I?
	My weak struggle betrayed me.  He knew I was not
fighting him all the way.  He knew he had me.
	He pushed me one more time to silent my struggle.  I
was overpowered.
	'Please, Jack!' I whispered, scared of being heard by
the next door.  It fell to deaf ears.
	I felt spit on my back, and then, his cockhead was
rubbed between my butts, getting itself ready for a
shove into my ass.  I was nervous.  I was scared of
the pain.
	Jack's fingers found my asshole, and guided his
cockhead to it.  I felt myself out of breath,
anticipating.
	Jack pushed himself into me.  His thick cock was
parting me, pushing itself deeper and deeper into me.
Jack pushed his cock gently into me, and yet I felt
like I was being torn up down there.
	Jack began to thrust himself slowly, and each thrust
forward, he sunk his cock deeper into me, until I felt
his whole shaft was buried inside me.  I felt his hard
stomach pressing against my back, and his balls
ramming onto mine.
	I felt his cock being pulled out and then thrusted
back in, long and hard.  I felt his whole cock sliding
in me.  He began to pick up his pace.  His cock was
fucking my ass hard.  His hands pulled my hips up, and
the next thing I knew, I was on all four, with my ass
being plunged by Jack's 9 inches.
	I wanted to moan badly.  My cock was hard from all
that body contact with Jack.  Pre-cum was oozing from
my cockhead.
	Jack placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to
him, each time he rammed his big cock into me.  He
bumped my ass hard.
	I felt his cockhead swollen inside me, and his cock
harder.  I knew he was cumming.  With one more hard
thrust, Jack moaned.  His body jerked.  I felt them.
Loads of cum shot inside me.  A few more short, hard
thrusts from Jack, and his cums were all unloaded.
	Jack stopped.  He was trying to catch his breath.
	I was sweating. I knew Jack was too.  Slowly, he let
loose his grip on me, and pulled himself out of me.
	My ass was aching.  And his big cock left me feeling
empty when Jack pulled himself out.  Jack threw
himself down on the bed beside me.
	And when I thought it was all over, I felt his hand
on my head, pushing me down to his groin.
	I knew what he had wanted.
	I stretched out my tongue.  Jack wanted me to lick
his cock clean of his cum.  And after the hot sex we
had just now, I was willing to serve this hot hunk.

	I was fucked twice again that night.
	I had learnt that my struggle was un-necessary.  My
desire for Jack's hard body to be near mine over-ruled
any doubt of mine.
	I was his.

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