Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2024 19:00:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Guy <feastbuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jake and his smooth sack learns how to stroke his cock

Jake and his smooth sack learns how to stroke his cock



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I worked as a short order cook, trying to earn some money while I was
studying - it wasn't easy being broke and my parents weren't in a
position to pay for anything, so I used the skills I had to make ends
meet.

But, that's not my story - but it is the beginning of meeting Jake. The
breakfast house was in a bit of a rough neighborhood, with a lot of tough
guys coming in for their breakfast. But you got to know that everyone's
got to eat, right? They weren't as bad as everyone made out.

Jake was no different. He was a little younger than me - maybe a dropout,
but he had his wits about him - socially and in education. Street smart,
blonde, blue eyed guy next door type. Always ordered a bacon and egg
sandwich. Don't laugh, and this is not a dick joke, but I always gave him
a pickle on top. Tough guy - never said anything about it when I did and
never stopped doing it, so never said anything about it....

He took me by surprise one day when he came in for his sandwich. It was
kind of quiet and the cheek of him to launch himself up on the front
counter and sit there watching me make up the order and started chatting
to me for the first time - ever.

Honestly, I could not remember what he was saying, just listening to him
made me smile. It was all 'blah blah blah' to my ears. Until he said 'so,
where do you hang out?' and I nodded stupidly before realizing it was a
question that I had no idea he asked.

He asked again and my brain kicked in.

'Um... I live in the hills - it's kind of far from here, but this is
close to where I study, so it's convenient'

'Huh', was all I had in return.

Sandwich done, Jake headed out.

This scenario played out a few times over the coming months - cheeky Jake
perched on the front counter chatting away to me while I made his order.
Then some sort of question.

This week was: 'What do you do for fun?'

I stopped and thought about it for a bit. I said I was going out to the
new Mexican spot round the corner with some friends later - see what it
was like.

Jake nodded and said he'd thought about going there, too.

My stupid mouth opened before brain could kick in and mouth asked if he
wanted to come. Brain had a melt down, body stopped responding and I
dropped the flat iron on the floor in a loud crash.

Brain finally kicked in and sent body to crouch behind the griddle and
hide.

I head Jake shout out to me, 'Hey, you alright?' and heard his feet thump
down on my side of the counter and he rounded the griddle in a flash.

Next thing I knew, two hands lifted me up to my feet and I stood there
wavering a bit.

'Damn, I thought you slipped or something'

I smiled (brain kicked in, just in time) and said I was fine.

Jake looked unconvinced but repeated that he'd like to come to the
Mexican join if that worked for me.

Brain melted. Mouth said 'Yeah! Sounds like a plan'

Stupid mouth.

Somehow we agreed to meet up at 7 back here at the cafe.

*******

Well, let's just say I got some looks from my friends when I turned up
with Jake. He was slim, blue eyes and messy blonde hair. And had a killer
smile. More than any of my friends have pulled before and I had no idea
what I was doing here with him. It was very confusing to explain and both
male and female friends tried to grill me (mind the pun) about who he
was, how he was here with me and what the ..... was going on.

I wasn't much the wiser, so - no idea.

Much to my surprise, Jake produced a hip flask out of his pocket and
waggled it at me, tilting his head to the men's room. Body followed
(brain melted again and mouth didn't know what to do)

We went in the men's room and Jake took a swig before handing the flask
to me.

Thankfully, brain kicked in and I refused - I had to drive home
afterwards. No booze for me.

As dinner progressed, Jake had thrown back a number of swigs from the
flask and seemed to be getting a little wobbly.

I managed to ensure this was not noticed by my friends, but as we all
said goodbye, it was clear Jake was not really in a good state to wobble
home by himself.

I got him to my car and sat him in the passenger's side. He seemed quite
comfortable there and looked sleepy. Getting an address out of him was
almost impossible, so I figured I'd have to put him up for the night - it
was a long drive home.

********

Got home, set up the camp stretcher bed for Jake next to my own and we
both settled in for the night.

The drive was long and it seemed the fresh air had woken Jake up as he
was quite chatty by the time we arrived back at my parent's house.
Luckily they inhabited one end of the house and I was at the other end
with kitchen, bathroom and laundry room in between.

Jake stripped off to boxers and a t-shirt, so I did the same and we both
settled in to our respective beds. His lower to the ground then my own,
but side my side.

My blanket was slightly touching the top of his and after a while, the
motion of the blanket suggested (to my surprise) that Jake was having a
little stroking session in the dark, next to my bed. Cheeky!!

I was not one to be shy so I said 'Is it just me, but as soon as I hit
the sheets, I get a boner'

The stroking stopped and there was a little pause before a little chuckle
and Jake said, 'nah, not just you'

We both laughed a bit.... then a pause

'What do you think about when you stroke?' I asked outright

Jake mumbled something incoherent and asked a question back - 'what's
your technique?'

'Technique? Um... I guess I stroke it, don't you?'

'Yeah, but like how? Do you grab it in a fist or turn your palm around
like it was someone else doing it?'

'Oh, um... I guess I stroke it but I like to tug my ball sack while I
stroke - it makes my cock stick out more'

'Huh?'

'You know - right hand on your cock, left hand on your sack and give a
little tug - it feels nice'

'Never tried it'

'How about spitting on your hand to lather up your cock? Done that?'

'Nope'

'Man, you've not lived'

'You say it feels nicer than just having a stroke?'

'Yeah - give it blast'

I hear Jake spit on his hand and my blanket starts to move back and forth
again and I hear a grunt.

'Working?' I ask

'How do you manage spit, turning your hand round like someone else is
tugging your cock and grab your sack all at the same time? It doesn't
make sense', Jake's voice said in the dark.

'I dunno, I guess you just get in the rhythm of things'

'I don't think I have enough hands - I can't make all of it work at once'

Silence. Brain freezes and mouth doesn't know what to say. Then mouth
says, 'Here - let me show you'

There was a moment where I thought mouth had gone too far but then heard
Jake throw off the covers.

'Kneel up on the bed', mouth says (brain still frozen in fear of what
mouth was saying)

Jake got up from his cot and knelt up on the bed, I felt the side of the
mattress sag down.

'No, turn your back to me and sit back on your heels'

In the dark, Jake shuffles himself onto the end of the bed and rests back
on his heels - his silhouette was in front of me as I slipped out of my
blankets and shuffled up behind him.

I put out my hands and put them on his shoulders. He tensed for a moment
then seemed to relax. He had a t-shirt on and I patted him down in the
dark to find the waistband of his shorts, which he was still wearing.

'You good?' I asked from behind him.

'What the ... are you gonna do?' he asked

'Just wait and see - I bet you're gonna love this. Don't move'

I snaked a hand down his thigh and found the leg hole of his shorts.
Slipped a hand up inside until I could feel his ball sack. Jake drew a
deep breath.

'It's cool, I'm just going to show you what I mean'

Jake didn't reply but I figured he just nodded.

His sack was smooth and balls were a bit tense, pulling upward but with
the warmth of my hand and him visibly relaxing into this scenario, they
slowly dropped down bit by bit to be quite the handful. I gingerly cupped
his sack and managed to coax both his balls down until I could encircle
the top of his sack and give them a gentle tug.

Jake let out a breath that he'd clearly been holding with a
'fuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk' in breathy tones.

'Feel good?'

I could feel Jake nod.

His cock was draped over the top of my hand and I could feel the tip
touching my fingers.

I knelt up and brought my mouth close to Jake's ear, 'Now, get your hand,
spit on it and lube up your cock'

Jake said nothing but I heard him spit on his hand, fiddle around the fly
of his boxers and pull his cock through the hole, slowly sliding his
slippery hand up and down his shaft.

I slowly pulled down on his balls.

Another 'fuuuuuuuuucccccccccccck' came out of Jake's mouth.

'Good huh?'

'Mmm...' was the only reply, but he was clearly staring to stroke his
cock as his whole body was moving back and forth.

I moved my mouth right up against his neck and whispered, 'Yeah man,
stroke that cock' while Jake went to work.

Every so often I would pull down on his ball sack and Jake would exhale
with husky tones of profanity.

My cock was a stiff as a board in my shorts - battling to burst out the
waistband and with my other hand, I was trying not to make it obvious,
but rubbing the head through my shorts and making a slippery wet patch
where the precum was flooding the fabric.

We kept on like this for a while and Jake was clearly enjoying his new
experience. His body was rocking back and forth a little stronger now as
he was getting into thr rhythm of stroking his cock while I tugged at his
ball sack and I re-positioned myself to get a little more
comfortable when he backed up a bit and his back connected with my hard
cock in my shorts.

We both froze for a moment before he went back to stroking, but leaned
back a little more.

I happened to lean forward a little more and with each stroke, Jake's
back made contact with my hard cock.

My pre was free flowing and I could feel the sticky juice sliding down my
cock since my shorts were too soaked to take any more.

I leaned forward a little more and let Jake's back press hard against my
cock while I whispered in his ear, 'I wanna show you one more little
trick to make your cock feel nice'.

Jake just moaned and nodded in the dark.

With one hand tugging down on his ball sack, my hard cock pressed into
Jake's back, I reached around with my left hand and put it down the font
of his short, following the treasure trail of soft hair down to his
pubes.

My nails were short, but enough to grab the sparse hair there and scratch
at his skin beneath. Jake knelt up a bit with pleasure and let out a
guttural moan.

He stayed there for a short time before coming back to rest on his heels
and once again press against my hard cock - now, starting to move up and
down to rub my cock with his back as he stroked.

Now, was the time.

I leaned forward and started kissing Jake's neck. He lifted his head and
started breathing heavily. I worked from his jawline down to his t-shirt
hole and back up again - much to the sounds of pleasure from Jake.

He was stroking away, licking his had often and replenishing the spit
that was lubricating his cock.

My cock was throbbing with excitement as I rubbed it firmly against his
back.

Next thing I knew, Jake snaked his left hand behind him and in a similar
way, slid his hand up the leg hole of my shorts and grabbed my ball sack.

I gasped. Not just from the surprise of Jake even touching me, but the
fact that my cock was almost ready to explode from the contact with his
back but like me, gently tugged down on my balls which sent thrills of
sexual pleasure down my back.

Damn it - I've just shot a load recounting this so far and decorated the
wall behind me.

Sharing my recollection of this encounter has made me blow my load....

Part 2 cumming soon!



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