Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2019 16:53:42 +0000 From: Cliffy B Subject: I ain't Gay 4 I Ain't Gay 4 The trip to McDonald's with Darren was actually really fun. After what happened in my room, I was really worried things would get super awkward between us. Like, avoid each other and never talk again, awkward. Thankfully, the events of this morning don't seem to have changed anything. Honestly, it seems to have brought us closer together. I mean, I've never hung out with just Darren before; so the fact this has led to us eating out at McDonald's together is kind of ... good? I'm not gay, but I'm starting to think wanking with Darren wasn't a bad thing. Saying good-bye to Darren and getting back to my room, the memories of this morning come back. The embarrassment, then the ... excitement of wanking with Darren? I mean, knowing everything's cool and I don't have to worry about anyone else knowing what happened - no one thinking I'm queer - being able to share something so personal with someone actually makes me feel good. Is that gay? After we'd wiped up our cum and I'd gotten a shower, there was a slightly awkward moment where I had to get changed in front of Darren. I know he's pretty much seen everything, but Darren's body looks so much better than mine, so I was worried he'd make fun of my lack of muscles or something. Thankfully, he made a comment about me having a nice ass after I dropped my towel and that pretty much took away any awkwardness. Finally, alone, I unlock my phone. Knowing there'd be a picture of Jared's ass ready and waiting for me, it was too risky to look at in public. I don't think I'd be able to convince Darren it's a girl ass. Especially seeing it's also on the Grindr app. As I feared, unlocking my phone did bring up the picture once again. Coming off it I scroll down to see Jared's sent me more messages and some pictures: `Wish you were here, could have put on a little fashion show for you.' followed by a picture of - I assume Jared - holding a pair of pink mesh undies, which I'm assuming is a thong. The pouch is super small, however, there seems to be two straps to it. `Could have picked out some new clothes for me to wear tomorrow ;)' this time I got two pictures after the message. The first a mirror pic, showing Jared completely naked. The second was in the same mirror, but this time of him posing with his ass sticking out, the camera being pointed over his shoulder. `Or maybe you'd just prefer me naked.' Jared in a mesh thong or Jared naked? Both thoughts have my cock coming back to life. It's been over an hour since Jared sent those messages, so I'd best reply. `Lol hard decision there' `sorry not replied been out with a mate', hopefully, Jared hasn't been thinking I've been ignoring him. Grindr says he was last on 30 minutes ago, so he probably realised I wasn't checking my phone. I just hope he checks his soon, so he can see I'm still interested in him. Wait, interested in him? No, I'm not interested in him. Not like, interested, interested. I mean, I ain't gay. I'm just interested in playing around a bit with him. I mean, it seems like even straight bros can have a little bit of fooling around every now and again, it ain't no big thing. Just so happens Jared's a bit more into it and willing to go further is all. For a moment I think about wanking off to Jared's new pics, however jerking off to pics of Jared twice in one day is probably a bit too faggy. Plus, if I cum too much I won't be horny enough to meet him tomorrow. Especially with all the promises I've made. Backing out of Jared's messages, I have a look at some of the other people that have messaged me. Most of them are from when I had a profile-pic up, but that was days ago now, so I doubt any of them are really interested anymore. I delete everything other than messages I've got today - obviously keeping Jared's messages as well. Of the seven messages left, only one of them has a profile picture. The message is a simple `Hey', so I click to enlarge his profile picture. The top edge cuts off his face - only being able to see his lower lip - with most of the screen being taken up by a big, white woollen jumper. His right hand across his chest, finger resting on his bottom lip. It's kind of a cute pose. I assume he's called George, as that's what the tagline says. He's apparently 19, studies English lit at uni and pretty new to all this and wants to explore. Also, no one over 25 and will only show his face to others with face pics. Apparently, he's only 400 meters away. Means he's probably in the student flats on the other side of the field to me. They used to be shitty flats - pretty much like these ones - however, due to something being wrong with the buildings, they had to be closed. They were made up into `Luxury' student flats just last year. Probably means he's a posh twat. Should I talk to him? I mean, it'll be a great way of proving I ain't gay; not that I actually need any proof. It's just if I talk to another dude and I don't get hard over him, or anything, then that surely means I'm only attracted to Jared because he's willing to do sex stuff with me. Not that I'm actually attracted to Jared, it's just I'm attracted to doing sex stuff. It's just Jared's really girly, so being with him is as close to being with a girl as I can be without actually being with a girl. This other guys pic doesn't show any long hair, so he's probably a little less faggy than Jared. Seeing that he's online and Jared's still not, I decide to just go for it. Giving him a simple `hi' I come out of the messages entirely and look at all the queers in my area. Oddly, there's someone only 50 meters away. Probably on the field. No picture, but he's apparently 18 and calls himself `Fit Lad'. I wonder how fit he is. His profile doesn't give away much. Just says he isn't looking for anything serious and prefers feminine guys that are smaller than him. He's 5'10", so taller than average. Definitely taller than me. If I was a fag I'd be perfect for him. The message notification takes my attention away from the mystery lad as I click to see who's wanting to talk to me. Thankfully, it's George. `Hey you got a pic of yourself?' What do I do? I was hoping I'd just have a chat, see how much I hate other fags and be able to delete him and go about my day. I don't actually want him to know what I look like. Though, with him probably living in the posh twat flats, I doubt he'll ever meet anyone I actually know. Well, maybe Jared, though he doesn't do fashion, so maybe not. Fuck it, if he ever comes around here he'd probably get beaten and mugged and wouldn't be able to tell anyone about this. Plus, the picture of me looking toughs on my Instagram so can just say someone's nicked it from there and pretending to be me. Sending him the pic, I instantly regret it. My stomach feels, like, really tight. Do I really want anymore fags knowing who I am? Even if they don't blab about it, the more people I show my face to the more that can recognise me out in the streets. For a moment I think about uninstalling the app, but that would mean losing Jared and I can't do that yet. Not until tomorrow at least. A picture pops up on the screen. It's the bigger version of his profile pic; this includes his face. Blond, hair swept to the right, puffy lips, brown eyes. He looks posh. I don't know how else to describe him. Long face and nose with white, perfect teeth. Slightly reminds me of Alan Partridge. If Alan Partridge was young, blond and hot. Wait, do I think he's hot? I feel a horny ache in my balls, however my dicks soft. But he has a certain good-lookingness to him I suppose. Does that mean I'm attracted to him? No! I ain't gay, so I can't be attracted to another guy. `Are you from the council estate on the other side of the field?' I guess it's as easy for him to guess where I am as it was for me to guess where he is. `Yeh what of it', maybe if I give him some attitude he'll take it as a sign to not mess with me. Probably thinks we're all violent thugs anyway. `Nothing.' `Its just I have a fantasy about being dominated by a chavvy thug', see; assumes we're all chavs and thugs. In fairness, he isn't too far wrong. Most of the guys around here would happily kick the shit out of him just for looking posh. Add in being queer and he has no chance. `What you mean' How does he want someone to dominate him? Does he want someone to order him around? `I really want a chav in trakkies to walk in and use me, do anything with me, make me his bitch and then just leave.' Holy fuck! This guy's a real fag! Like the kind I was hoping Jared would be at first. Fuck, that's got my dick rising. `Youd like call me sir and shit' I'd heard it in a porno once. The chick was calling the guy sir and doing everything he ordered her to do. I stopped watching when he started spanking her. Not into that. `if that's what you want, sir ;)' My dicks now fully hard in my trakkies. `So what would you do', he's got me curious. When the guys talk about sex in the pub, or down the park, it's pretty simple. Get in, get out. None of this kinky shit. `Anything. Only limits are I don't do shit, blood or vomit. Other than that, you can use me as you see fit.' I squeeze my hard cock through my trakkies. What would I do if I could do anything? When I first started talking to Jared and was hoping he'd just be some sort of living sex doll to use, I only thought about getting a blow job. Having actually done some sex stuff now, that seems pretty tame. It's obvious George wants more than to just give a blow job. Now that the possibility of having my own faggy sex slave is in front of me, I can't actually think what I'd do. I mean, I ain't gay so I'm not really into this queer style of sex. Straight sex is much simpler than this. I mean, according to Preston, girls can't actually cum. Female orgasms are just a feminist myth, so only point to sex is the guy getting off. With gay sex, I suppose it's much more of a two-way thing. `You'd let me spank you?' I know I'm not into it, but 1. I'm not actually going to meet him and 2. It's the most extreme thing I can think of. `Mmmmm, yeah baby. Love to be bent over and taught a lesson ;)', shit this guy's really into this domination thing. I wonder why he specifically wants someone chavvy though. `You can also call me whatever you want.' So, he likes being called names? I've seen a porno where two guys fuck a girl and they call her bitch and slut. Is that what he wants? `So you cool being called a fag', It's the worst name I can think of being called. `Mmmmmm, yes. Call me names, spank me, treat me like your dirty sex slut.' Laying down on my bed, I push my trakkies down to my thighs, wrapping my left hand around my achingly hard boner, my right operating the phone. This guy really is a true fag! `Ok fag so you'd really do anything I tell you' My hand automatically starts pumping my shaft, causing the head of my cock to tingle in pleasure. `Yes sir. You've got me so horny, I'd do anything you tell me to.' Fuck, I wonder if he's also wanking right now? `Show me how horny you are', I mean, I don't want to see his cock or anything, just be super hot to know if I actually am turning him on or not. `Yes sir.' The replies instant, however, I have to wait a bit before a pic shows up on the screen. The image just shows the bottom half of Georges body as he's lying on his bed, a very clear and obvious tent running down the left leg of his sweats. Looks a decent length. `Good fag now take off your clothes', It's possible he's just sent me a pic he already had. I imagine fags that use this app a lot have a fair few saved up. Couple seconds later another image shows up, this time without his sweats on, showing him holding his hard cock in his left hand. His dicks very straight, with a bit of a bulge in the middle of his shaft. Hs foreskins pulled back behind the very pink head, making the pale shaft look even paler. His legs are also very pale, so I guess that's just how he is. Makes me think of history class when they told us that being pale used to be a sign of wealth. I also notice he's wearing white, trainer socks. This gives me an idea. `Take off your socks and suck your toes', I'm not into feet or anything - at least I don't think I am - but, I doubt he'll have a pic like that saved. Can definitely guarantee he's taking this one just for me. `One second sir', this time he takes longer to send me a pic. I stare at the static messages - waiting - even slowing down on my cock in anticipation. Eventually, a new pic appears on the chat window. It shows his full, handsome face; his lips wrapped around the big toe of his left foot. I speed back up on wanking my cock, my balls giving a jump at the picture. The image also shows he's still wearing a grey sweater, so he hasn't followed my first command very well. `I told you to take off your clothes fag now get naked and take a pic of your full nudity' I don't know why it matters, I mean I ain't gay and I don't really want to see his naked body, he's even proven he's actually taking pics for me and not just sending me old ones. Maybe I'm just getting into the whole giving orders thing. `Sorry sir, I've not been fully trained yet. You'll have to punish me.' Trained? What is he, a dog? `Too right i will', I'm not sure what else to say. How do you train a person? The next pic is better than I could have hoped. Standing up, he's taken a full body pic in a selfie-style, held up high so everything can be seen from a sort of bird's eye view. He's kind of the opposite of Jared; completely pale from head to toe, as if he spent the entire summer indoors or something. Like Jared, he's pretty hairless, the only noticeable body hair being his pubes and some on his legs. For a moment I wonder if he'd completely shave himself if I told him to. He's also pretty slim, however, a bit more muscular than Jared and myself. `Thats better fag now bend over and show me that ass that needs spanking' As I furiously work on my dick, the idea of spanking someones not the turn off it once was. `Of course sir. Are you enjoying what you see?' I've not given him any feedback on the pictures, not like I do with Jared. Should I have been complimenting him more? `Got my cock rock hard fag' If I'm being honest, he's got me really horny. Like, I could cum soon horny. `Can I see, sir?' Should I show him? Maybe if I do he'll be more willing to show me more. Plus, he's been a pretty good fag so far, I guess he deserves a treat. I take the pic from a similar angle to George's first two. However, with my cock being as hard as it is, my foreskin only pulls back to show about half of my glistening, purple cock head. I hold the bottom of my shaft in a fist to hide the curve, still giving a good amount of cock above my hand. `Mmmmm, looks real big and thick sir.' He replies instantly. I can't help but smile at him complimenting my cock. Not long after he sends another picture, obviously taken while I was taking my own. Similar to the last, however this one's of his back and ass. His cheeks are small, pert and slightly muscular. `Now show me that faggy hole', dropping my cock, I change hands. Now wanking with my right, it feels so much better. The dull tingling I was feeling with my left-hand turns into a much sharper, more pleasurable sensation, causing a shiver through my body, my balls to pull up to my shaft and my toes to curl in my socks. My pleasure intensifies as I see George's newest picture. Obviously laying back down on his bed, his legs up, one hand is parting his cheeks as I get a pretty intimate view of his slightly hairy, pink, tight hole. My hand works my cock faster as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm. As the heat starts to rise through my chest, the screen darkens and a warning appears, accompanied by 2 bleeps: `5% battery'. I stop wanking in confusion, just blankly staring at my phone before the Samsung logo shows and my phone goes completely blank. My phones quite old, so when it says 5% battery, what it actually means is `I'm turning off now'. Left in the sudden stillness of my room I realise what almost happened: I was about to shoot my load while looking at pictures of another guy. A picture of his asshole, no less! Dropping my phone, I quickly pull my trakkies back up over my throbbing, jumping cock. Getting up off my bed I pace around my room for a bit, trying to calm my breathing and get my heart rate back down. The fuck just happened? I know I ain't gay, so why was I about to cum? I'm just horny is all, I mean, I'm always horny. Plus, getting to order someone around sexually is, like, the manliest thing someone can do. I was just getting off on being manly and in control is all. When you're 5'6", shy with a babyface, you get very little opportunity to feel that way. I'm sure if that was a girl I'd have shot my load ages ago. If anything, him being a guy probably made it less hot than it could have been. I ain't gay, so it was definitely not him that was getting me so excited. Still trembling, I pick up my phone and put it on charge. Leaving my room I decide to sit and watch some telly with mum. Nothing interesting, usual boring daytime TV, however, it's a good distraction to take my mind off what happened. Plus, got to talk to mum a bit. My cousin, Mike, was found innocent of burglary yesterday, so that's good. I sat with mum for an hour until Jeremy Kyle came on, reminding me I need to go check if Jared's messaged back. Waiting, like, forever, for my phone to turn back on, the Grindr icon shows I've got a message. For a moment there's a pit in my stomach. I'd left George completely hanging, without any explanation why I'd disappeared. Does he think I'm ghosting him? Maybe he thinks I'm a prick for getting him hard and horny then leaving him high and dry. Wait, why do I care what a fag like George thinks? Opening Grindr, Georges chat window shows new messages. Clicking on it, there are only two messages: `You like sir?' and `You still there?' Grindr tells me he's been offline for over half an hour. I decide to shoot him a quick reply: `sorry mate phone died'. I don't know why I feel it's important he doesn't think I'm a prick, but I do. Looking at my other messages, I see Jared's replied to me. I give a slight smile as I sit back down on my bed, the pit in my stomach from earlier disappearing. `No worries, have fun?' Thankfully, Jared's still talking to me and as a bonus; he's currently online. `Yeah was good you buy anything in the end', I'm kind of hoping he got the pink ones. `I did actually. Needed a pair to replace the ones I gave you ;)', now that he mentions it, I haven't seen the thong since this morning. `Can i see', maybe I can get that fashion show he mentioned. `You can see them first hand tomorrow ;)', fuck, he's going to make me wait? Maybe he's still out, so he can't show me at the moment. `You still out', after what happened with George, I'm super horny. It's a bit frustrating to think I won't be able to see Jared and cum until tomorrow. Wait? Why wait till tomorrow? `Not long come home actually, just chilling with my friend.' Shit, there goes that idea. `Shame turns out im free rest of the day thought maybe we could meet up', reading it back it sounds pathetic. It's obvious I never actually had any plans. It's obvious I'm horny and wanting some action. Maybe if I had a TV in my room or a PlayStation, I could distract myself. `Heh, really? Well, she's going soon if you want to come round later?' Is Jared going to kick her out so I can come round? Maybe I should suggest he convince her to stay; make it a threesome. `Cool just let me know when i can come over' It crosses my mind that I'm basically forcing an invite around to a gay guys place for sex, however, I'm too horny to really care. `Give me about an hour.' A whole hour? What can I do for an hour? `Sure just let me know when i should leave', I push my hardening cock down inside my trakkies. Just the thought of meeting up with Jared seems to be getting me excited. `Will do sexy ;)', Jared's compliment causes my smile to grow bigger. Realising a gay guy's making me smile, I quickly shake it off and close down Grindr. At first, I just check facebook, twitter, Instagram and snap chat. Nothing overly interesting. Lots of bullshit about Brexit on my facebook feed. Preston posted a few pics from last night at the pub. Thankfully, I'm not in any of them and no mention of what happened with Ellie. Bored after 10 minutes I load up Tinder. I've not had any notifications since the last time I was on, so it doesn't seem I've matched with anyone new and none of the girls I had been talking to have messaged back. Maybe it's the profile picture? Trying to look tough might be the way to go about getting chavvy girls and fags that want to be dominated, but maybe the general population of girls aren't into it. Looking through other photos, I come to the conclusion that none of them are good enough for a profile picture. I either look too young or like I'm really pissed off. Maybe Jared will take a pic for me. He probably knows how to take one that'll get people interested in me. I mean, he seems to find something about me attractive, maybe he could capture it. Without a new profile pic, I just go about swiping anyway. Never know, might get lucky. I get a message on Grindr, hoping it's Jared I quickly check it out. Tragically, not only is it not Jared, but it's more dick pics. To his credit, this guys dick is pretty big. If I had a cock that big I'd probably want to share it around as much as possible too. The guy also looks pretty jacked. Says he's 38, so the guy must be looking after himself. All the guys over 30 around here have beer guts. `Pretty jacked mate', I don't know why I replied. Just really bored I suppose. Doesn't help that time's doing that thing where it seems to slow down when you're waiting for something. `You like big muscles?' Who wouldn't like to have big muscles? If I'd been able to get pumped like this guy in school, no one would have messed with me! `Who dosnt', maybe I can find out his routine. `Fuck yeah', 'love little twinks worshipping my muscles', shit, it seems he's taken it the wrong way. `Naw mate i aint gay i meant id like to have muscles like you', What's a twink? `If you aren't gay what you doing on a gay app?' Sounds like he's getting pissy. I quickly exit out of the messages and check up on Jared. It's only been, like, 25 minutes, but I can't be bothered to wait. `Dont suppose i can come over now and just sit and wait can i', why did I send that? I sound so desperate. Desperate to be with a gay boy. I ain't gay, I'm just impatient. The walk there would give me something to do, and I doubt I'd be waiting long once I get there. `Lol, sure. Just hopping into the shower, should be ready by the time you get here.' That's all I need to hear. Putting on my Air Max's, I quickly shoot Jared a reply: `on my way'. I grab my grey trakkie top - matching my grey trakkie bottoms - and head outside. It's at this point I realise my mistake; it's not even four in the afternoon on a sunny autumn day. Anyone could be about and spot me. Sure, they wouldn't know where I'm going, but I don't need anyone asking what I'm doing. Quickly, I make my way to the wood on the edge of the estate; through here you can jump a small wall that leads to a set of back alleys and back roads. It's the way I walked home after the first time I met Jared. It'll take slightly longer, but I doubt anyone will see me. Getting to Jared's street, the walk took me about 5 minutes longer than usual, however, I'm pretty sure no one's followed me. I spent the whole walk looking over my shoulder, so unless they're literal ninjas I should be fine. Walking up the path, I hurriedly knock on the door. The less time I'm out on the street, the less chance of anyone seeing me here. Within seconds I can hear movement on the other side. It doesn't take long for the door to open, however, there's just an empty passage, no Jared. Squeezing in, I look around the door to discover a completely naked Jared, hiding away. I'd forgotten we'd made plans for this. Closing the door, I'm now face to face with Jared, the smell of coconut strong in the air. I've been pretty much half hard all the way here, but now, having the door opened to me by a naked Jared, my cocks fully awake. I just stand there, looking him up and down, taking in the full tan, wanting to reach out and touch him, to lean forward and kiss him, however, I'm frozen in place. "I'm glad you could come over today." While I'd been imagining Jared's voice throughout our messaging together, my memory can't compare to actually hearing his voice. The soft sound slightly relaxes me. "Uh, yeah," however, not relaxed enough to form a proper sentence. Thankfully, Jared smiles sweetly at me. "How about I show you what I bought?" With a sexy wink, Jared moves around me and takes my hand as he leads me towards the stairs. Obediently, I follow behind him, my eyes attached to the back of his head, taking in the multi-colours of his hair, blond, light brown to a medium brown. As we walk up the stairs, my vision is filled, first by his back and then his ass. Once again, it calls out for me to touch it. I've been thinking about it since the last time I was here. Watching it wiggle as he showed me out to the door, seeing the pictures of him bent over, the fantasies of it hovering over my dick, the thought of it in the pink thong. I'm way too horny to resist. Dropping his hand, I reach out and cup both his cheeks. Jared's pretty thin, so he doesn't have a big ass, but it's perfectly round and squidgy to the touch. My fingers disappear into his flesh as I grab the tanned mounds, feeling the harder muscle beneath. "Someone's pretty horny." Jared stops in the middle of the stairs, letting me feel him. "Yeah, after all those pics, I've been really horny all day." A slight lie. I wasn't so horny after I jizzed with Darren, nor while we were at McDonald's. My horniness did return after seeing his shopping pics, though. "Heh, I'm glad you enjoyed them. Got to say, I enjoyed your pic as well. Don't think I'd have been able to stop myself from cumming if it weren't for going out shopping." I smile as my hands spread his cheeks apart, revealing his hairless, tanned hole to my eyes. I've touched it but never had such an up-close view in person before. "How come you're so hairless?" I'm hairless above the waste, however, I'm quite hairy below. Even got some hairs between my crack. "Just genetics, I guess." Jared gives his musical giggle as the question seems to take him unaware. I want to ask about the tan as well, but for some reason decide to ask that another time. Jared's hole gives me a little wink as Jared moves out of my grasp and continues up the stairs. Jared smiles down at me as he reaches the top, beckoning seductively with his finger. Quickly following, by the time I get to the top, Jared's moved to the doorway opposite the stairs. At this distance, I can take in his full beauty. His long hair flowing over his square shoulders, his thin, effeminate body with tanned skin hiding the hint of muscle in his chest and abs. His hard cock, leaning over his drawn-up balls, leading to his long left leg lifting at the knee to stroke his dainty foot over his right shin. My breath catches in my throat as I have a powerful need to run to him. "Close your eyes and walk to me." Jared's voice is seductive and heavily sexual. Doing as I'm told, I close my eyes and carefully walk across the landing, until I feel Jared's hands cup my face, and bring me into a kiss. Our lips meeting, I reach up and take hold of his hips, feeling warm skin and soft muscle. Pulling away, Jared takes my hand and leads me to his bed. Sitting down, I patiently wait for the order to open my eyes. Thankfully, I don't have to wait long. "Okay, you can open them now." Opening my eyes, I instantly fix them on Jared stood in front of me. Less than a meter away, he's now wearing the pink thong from the store. His hard cock straining against the pouch. As he slowly twirls around, the pouch leads to two strings; one going around his waist, the other going down, cupping the underside of his ass. His back to me, he slightly bends over, shaking his naked butt. Sitting on the edge of his bed - mouth open, hands tightly clasping the sheets, cock jumping in my pants - I'm barely resisting the urge to leap up and tackle him to the ground. What I'd do after, I don't know. All I know is I need to be touching him. Turning back around to face me, Jared takes a step closer and puts his hands under my arms, gently indicating for me to stand. Following his silent command, I get to my feet, once again face to face, looking into his blue eyes. Neither of us looks away as he reaches for my jacket zipper, pulling it down, revealing the white polo top underneath. As Jared's hands move up over my clothed body to my shoulders, I move in to give a quick kiss on his lips. Once his hands reach my shoulders, he moves them down my arms, forcing my jacket to fall to the floor. Taking hold of both my hands, Jared moves them to his naked stomach, moving them up to his chest, letting me feel his soft skin and pointed nippled before raising them up into the air, allowing him to take the bottom of my shirt and pull it over my head and arms, dropping it down with my discarded trakkie top. Now naked from the waist up, Jared takes his hands and places them on my slightly formed pecs, giving a single squeeze, before gently moving so his thumbs can play over my nipples, causing a sharp jolt of pleasure to travel through my body, into my cock. Leaning forward, Jared leaves small, soft kisses as he makes his way down my body. Kissing my pecs, my nipples and each individual ab that I slightly tense to make more noticeable. Getting to the waistband of my trakkies, he stops. Now on his knees in front of me, my first thought's of pulling down my pants and shoving my cock into his mouth, getting that blow job and leaving. However, as Jared gently pushes on my stomach, indicating he wants me to sit back down on the bed, I decide to go with what he wants. Once again sitting on Jared's double bed, he first takes my right foot, then my left, removing both my trainers and socks. Reaching back up, his right-hand grabs my hard cock through my trakkies, giving it a hard squeeze, causing me to squirm in pleasure. "So, how'd you like the new undies?" Jared looks up at me, a sly, sexy smile plastered over his face. "They look fucking amazing on you." No point lying, the proofs in my pants. "Thought you might like them," Jared gives a wink, "shame you were busy though, could have given you more of a show in the dressing room." His smile widens; gay guys really seem to be into some kinky shit. "Maybe next time I can be there in person to see it." I wink back down at Jared, my trapt cock now calling the shots, the thought of getting to see a naked Jared in the shop dressing room sounds really hot. "Mmmmmm, I'll let you know when I next go in town." I know it shouldn't, but the idea that we might be able to see each other after this week makes me really happy. "Now, how about you give me a little show?" Standing up, Jared comes and sits next to me on the bed, indicating for me to stand. Getting up in front of Jared, I'm not quite sure what he wants me to do. Obviously, get naked, however, I'm pretty sure he doesn't want me to just shove my trousers and pants down. Feeling a blush rise in my cheeks, I start waving my hips in what I hope is a sexy way. Jared gives a smile and a slight giggle but doesn't break out into laughter, so that's a plus. Taking the waist of my trakkie bottoms in both hands, I slowly move them down my moving hips and legs, letting them drop when they get to my knees. Unfortunately, the elastic around my ankles keeps the trakkies attached to me. As I continue my awkward dance, I try to toe-off the trousers, however only succeed in losing my balance, causing me to fall forward. Reaching out, Jared catches me around my waist and gently throws me to the bed on my back. For a second, we look at each other before bursting out into laughter. Not my smoothest moment. "Not bad for your first time, but maybe keep practising." As our laughter starts to die down, I realise Jared's been curled up, slightly hugging my body. "Maybe I should help you this time." Propping himself up, Jared swings his right leg over me so he's straddling my upper body. Moving his way down, he gets off the bed, taking my white boxer briefs in his hands and slides them down my legs, revealing my semi-hard cock. After all the laughing, I'd gone down a bit, but watching Jared's sexy movements, it's started to harden up again. Getting my boxers and trakkies over my ankles, Jared moves back up my body, still straddling me. Leaning down, he gives me another kiss, this one longer, moving his lips with mine, playing with my tongue with his. This gets my dick back to full hardness, causing it to hit against his naked ass with every twitch. Coming away from the kiss, Jared straightens back up, causing his ass checks to trap my cock between them. Biting his bottom lip, Jared starts to move his hips, causing his ass to wank my cock. With a moan of pleasure, I reach up to take hold of Jared's waste, digging my fingers in, encouraging him to go faster. Watching the pouch of his thong jiggle as his hard cock moves with his hips, I'm unable to resist any longer. I move my right hand from Jared's hip and grab the waist of his thong. Moving it down his cock and placing it under his drawn-up balls. His bobbing dick now free, I take it into my right hand and use his foreskin to furiously wank his silky hard prick. With ragged, deep breaths, gasps and moans, we look into each other's eyes as the pleasure builds in us. While Jared's ass cheeks aren't able to grab my dick in the same way as a hand, the heat and the pressure of his crack pressing it into my body is somehow making it even hotter than simply being wanked off. Jared's cock squelches in my hand, obvious precum making my hand wet and his foreskin easier to wank over his head. Concentrating on just the head, I'm vaguely aware of how much I want to make him cum, how much I want to see him cum. Mouth open, a continuous moan escaping, his hands behind his head, as if he's posing for a photoshoot or something. Though, most of what Jared does makes him look like he's posing for something. Maybe he's just naturally ... photogenic? Even when there isn't even a camera taking photos. "Oh, Dean, you're going to make me cum!" Tearing my eyes away, I look down past his tensed abs to the cock being wanked in my hand. His first shot lands just past my belly button, second and third flying off the end of his dick, being propelled by my still jerking hand, hitting my left pec and abs. Slowing down, the rest simply dribbled over my fist. Gasping in air, Jared hasn't stopped his movement. My attention now brought back from wanking Jared, I'm aware of how close I am to cumming. My precums made his cheeks slightly slick, making it easier to slide. The heat, the pressure, the slick slide. It's all too much, the hot tingle in my cock head forcing my balls to start shooting. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I grab tighter on Jared's hip and semi-hard cock. Each shot of cum makes Jared's ass wetter, making the next shot feel even more intense. After about four shots, the intensities too much on my sensitive head. With a small whine, I give Jared a slight push, indicating for him to get off, unable to form actual words. I feel my cock give out two more jerks, before resting on the sticky puddle on my stomach. My eyes still closed, I can feel and hear Jared's body next to mine. Our heavy breaths in time with one another's. Just two panting, exhausted bodies recovering from giving each other an orgasm. Reaching out with my right hand, I take hold of Jared's arm. I don't know why, but I still need to be touching him. Opening my eyes I look over at Jared. I know I should be doing everything to get out of here, but all I want to do is stay. Besides, it's still light out. If I leave now, someone might see me!