Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

Part Four

When we awoke the next morning, John was behind me, his morning wood pressing at my thighs. I opened my legs and then closed them around him. Instinctively, John started sliding between my legs, clamping me to him by the chest as he did. There was a layer of sweat between us as he came against the back of my balls. John's hand moved again to my dick. I was so riled up, I came after only a few strokes, all over the sheets. John kissed the back of my neck, I pulled his hand to my lips, and we fell back asleep.

When I woke up, I had to pee something fierce. Unlike every other day, I didn't take a pillow. It seemed silly at that point.

When I was back in the bedroom, I pulled the sheet off John.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"We need to change the sheets. They're covered in cum. And, I wanted to look at you."

"Why?"

"I've never seen you. It think it's about time I did."

John's feet were large and athletic. His calves were thick. He rolled off his toes when he walked, and his calves were muscled as a result.

His crotch was hairy. His dick was soft and, to my surprise, uncut. I had never seen foreskin before. His balls were large and dangled.

"Like what you see?" he asked.

"I do. A lot. You?"

"Yes. You have a really nice dick. Big and thick," he observed.

"It's too bad when your best feature is your dick," I responded.

"It is not. It is your eyes. And your smile. You should smile more often. It becomes you."

I climbed into bed, settled my head on his shoulder, and put my fingers in his chest hair.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"I have no idea," he admitted.

"I've never been with a man before," I said, truthfully. I had thought about it, but my Catholicism was so entrenched that I was certain the mere thought prolonged my already extensive stay in purgatory.

"Me, either," he responded.

"I've thought about it," I admitted.

"Me, too," John admitted back. "It always seemed to me the sex would be better. If you have a dick, it seems like you should more readily know what to do with a dick."

"Do you think we should stop?" I asked.

"Do you think we can?" he asked back.

"I don't know. I don't think I want to."

"I know I do not want to," he assured me.

I moved my hand to his face. "It's probably time we kissed," I said.

"I agree," he said, moving his mouth to mine. It was soft, but firm. I slowly opened my mouth, and he opened his. Our tongues danced and lashed at each other. He rolled on top of me, and we started making out with reckless abandon. We were on the high wire, and there was no net below. We rolled around. We were sweating and hard when we finally broke our first kiss.

"Wow," was all I could say. I was lightheaded.

"Yeah . . . . Wow."

I moved my mouth back to his and kissed him again, as deeply as I could. For the first time, I took him in my hand. I had never touched a hard dick other than my own and was, for some reason, surprised it felt like, well, a dick. Nothing more and nothing less. I almost laughed at the simplicity of it all.

I started jacking him. He was almost as thick as me, but about two inches shorter. He reciprocated, and we started jacking each other in rhythm. We came at the same time without breaking the kiss. We coated each other.

We stared at each other. "I love you, Josie," I said.

"I love you, too, Carrot."

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

"I know. I feel the same way. I feel like we have caught lightening in a bottle." Over the next few weeks, "lightening" became our secret public code to express how we were feeling when others were around and we couldn't be explicit.

*****

Even though it was Monday, we left work early and hurried back to the apartment. We went straight to the bedroom, stripped as fast as we could, and kneeled face to face on the bed, making out and touching each other.

When we broke the kiss, I looked him in the eyes and said, "wish me luck, Josie." He asked "for what," and I responded "you'll see." I then kissed and licked his neck and chest and stomach before lowering myself and taking his dick in my mouth. It was easier and better than I thought, even with the foreskin.

"Oh my God, Mace," John moaned as I slid back and forth on him. "That feels so good." (I had used the same Max and Mace logic on John as I had on Ellie; on the rare occasion he called me other than Carrot, it was always Mace).

The angle was bad, and my jaw started to hurt. I pulled off.

"Oh, come on, you cannot stop now."

"I had to. The angle was wrong. Lie down."

He did, diagonal across the bed. With my back to his face, I moved my hand to the other side of him, and lowered my mouth back to his dick. With the curve of his dick, the angle was perfect, and I was able to take him deeper than I had before. Before long, he was tapping on my shoulder. I kept going until the last second, pulled off, and jerked him to orgasm. He raised up as he came, and he bit the back of my shoulder.

When he regained his composure, he offered that I had "cut it close."

"I know. But, I didn't want to stop."

"How was it?" he asked.

"Not bad, actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah. A little funky and odd, but not bad."

"You did well."

"Thanks, I guess. You should probably thank Ellie. She gives great head."

John rolled toward me, whispered "let's not talk about Ellie," put his mouth on my right nipple, and took my dick in his right hand. "What if my mouth is not big enough?" he asked.

"Just try your best," I urged. There was some unfortunate initial contact with teeth, but John got it worked out and was soon sliding up and down on my dick. As I got close, I tapped John on the head so he knew I was about to come. John pulled off and started to jack me. I arched my back as my orgasm started in my balls and shot through my dick. My cum hit the wall over my head. I had never come so hard.

As John settled in next to me, I asked "what did you think?"

"It was okay," he said.

"It was better than okay for me."

"I am glad. And, I could tell. You hit the wall again."

We blew each other twice more that night. Each time was better than the one before. By the end of the night, we were laying next to each other, head to toe, talking and tickling each other's crotches. I took John's dick in my hand, suggested we try to come at same time, and started jerking him. He did the same.

"Are you getting close?" he asked.

"Not really," I answered.

"Slow down. I am." I did. When he started jacking me faster, I speeded up on him, too.

"I'm getting close," I said.

"Me, too."

"Oh, Josie, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," I said, shooting straight up in the air. Cum rained down on us. Just as I was finishing, I felt John's dick thicken, his body tense under my arm, and cum move through and out his dick.

"We should get some sleep," John urged.

"I know," I answered, wiping the cum off John and me with the shirt I had used earlier. It was getting sticky and thick.

When we were settled into the pillows, I put my lips to John's and told him I wanted to fall asleep kissing him. "Okay," he said, pulling me closer to and putting his arm around me.

"I love you, Josie," I said, into his mouth.

"I love you, too, Carrot."

We fell asleep, mouth to mouth.