“Yeah,” Jade jumped in. “But I do too. It’s so much deeper that way.”
“It is,” Julian said. “But it also shows he likes to see your arse.”
“It is a nice arse,” Jade said and wiggled it.
“Cute as a ten-year-old boys,” Julian agreed. “Doesn’t do it for me,” he continued with a grin, “but I can almost see the appeal.”
“Is there a point to this,” I asked, mildly frustrated.
“Sure,” Julian said. “Does he like anal?”
“Julian!”
“Yes,” Jade said. “So what?”
“Does he ask you to play with his arse?”
“No.”
“Pity. If he did, he’s definitely gay. But I think we can fix that. I have an idea.”
Julian told us his idea which, I admit, I found both amusing and highly unlikely to work. In fact, things went almost exactly to plan, so I won’t spoil things here by telling it to you.
A few days later, Jade agreed to meet Wayne at our house. She hadn’t told him yet that she knew he was a cheating little twat-arse. That would come later. She agreed to meet him at 11 but Wayne, being Wayne, turned up about thirty minutes early.
“Sorry,” I said, as I answered the door, “Jade’s gone out and isn’t back yet.”
“She told me to meet her here. At 11.”
“Well,” I said, looking at my watch, “it’s a bit early yet. Come in and I’ll see where she is.”
Wayne, having no idea how the next hour was going to completely change his life, came in. I texted Jade. I got a reply. I told Wayne something different from what the text actually said, however.
“She’s running a bit late. She says she’ll be here in about 30-40 minutes. Get a drink and sit down if you want.”
“Sure,” Wayne said, grabbing a drink from the fridge and sitting on the sofa, since that was the most directly in front of the TV.
Perfect.
I grabbed a glass of orange and sat right next to him. I was watching a rerun of the darts (a sport I still don’t understand how I got into, but that I was now almost obsessed with) and Wayne simply watched it because it was on.
I started subtly. So subtly, Wayne had no idea what was going on until it was far too late to do anything about it. Each time I picked up my drink from the coffee table, my arm rubbed against the side of his leg. Each time I put the glass down, the same. It had a mild, but noticeable effect.
I started to rub my leg. “It keeps cramping up,” I said by way of an explanation, “so I have to massage it every so often to stop it from freezing up on me when I sit down for long periods of time.” Each rub of my leg saw the back of my hand stroking Wayne’s leg next to me.
“Sure,” Wayne said, but with a slight hitch in his voice that, had I not been listening for it, I would have missed.
After a few minutes of this, I went for broke. I could see a tent appearing in Wayne’s crotch. This was working much better than I had expected.
I started to rub Wayne’s leg instead of mine. I considered coming up with an excuse, but didn’t bother, since he didn’t ask.
The tent started to become more pronounced. In response, I started to move my down strokes closer to his crotch. Wayne’s breathing began to get heavier. I honestly don’t think he even knew.
Suddenly, I rubbed the top of my hand, just once, against his growing bulge and he gasped, lightly. Gotcha, I knew.
I repeated the move a couple of times and the gasps became louder. “Do you like that,” I asked, unnecessarily.
“Uh. Yeah. I guess,” he muttered. There was a confusion on his face as he tried to understand why he wasn’t telling me to stop or to fuck off. But he wasn’t.
“Good,” I said. “I want you to like it.” I chucked all pretence now and simply rubbed his bulge through his pants.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. Of course, Wayne had no idea about my homosexual side – he’d never met Julian and Jade hadn’t mentioned anything to him, so this was completely out of the blue.
“Nice,” I said. “I do like a young, hard cock.”
“It’s… I’m not… I’m not… hard,” he mumbled. Odd. I expected the whole ‘I’m not gay’ thing instead. I ignored it.
“It gets harder,” I asked, knowing full well that it did. It was stiff, but still not straight up, so I knew it had a little further to go.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Much.”
Bullshit, kid, I thought. “Sounds nice,” I said.
I moved my hand around and re-arranged the waistband of his tracksuit pants, so that his cock could get stiff without encumbrance. Wayne said nothing and just watched me. Saying nothing myself, I put my hand inside and fished out his hardening cock.
“Very nice,” I said.
“Er… thanks?”
I stroked his cock for a few moments. It grew, a little, and was fully erect. Inwardly, I smiled. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t big. But at this precise moment, he probably felt he was twelve inches or better.
I leaned forward and licked the bulbous head of his cock. He gasped and squeaked. “Fuck! Oh, shit,” he muttered.
“You like?”
Wayne nodded. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. “Do it again. Please,” he begged.
“Love to,” I said and did.
“Fuck!”
If he liked that, he was going to love this. I put his cock in my mouth and licked it all the way to the root.
“Holy fuck!”
I had a gag reflex, but I knew how to get around it. I repositioned myself and went at it. In a moment or two, his entire cock was in my mouth.
“Shit! Fuck! Wow! So good!”
I stopped sucking him. This was all part of the plan.
“What? Why?” He was almost distraught!
“You want me to carry on?”
“Fuck, yeah!”
“Well, get those pants off, then,” I said. “They’re getting in the way.”
Wayne practically leapt off the sofa and pulled his pants to his ankles before sitting back down.
“Much better,” I said and returned to my place between his legs.
I am not the worlds’ greatest cock-sucker, though I’m not bad at if I do say so myself. But then, it’s hard to be bad at it as long as you keep your teeth out of the way. Wayne, who I doubted had a huge amount of experience at having his cock sucked, presumably thought I was fucking brilliant at it at that precise moment, however.
I went all out and Wayne stumbled from coherent words like “fuck, shit, yeah, wow” and the like to a jumble of fluff that meant absolutely nothing, such as “mmpph, bggglle, umphh, ymmmaah!” No, me neither.
The words “shit, I’m fucking cumming,” were obvious, though. He tried to grab my head and pull me off. “Gonna cum! Get up! Gonna cum, now!” What the fuck did he think I was waiting for?
I didn’t let him pull me off and swallowed his load whilst he yelled, incoherently, at my ceiling.
Finally, I let him free. “Delicious,” I said and licked my lips.
Wayne opened his eyes and moved his head back to a normal position as he said; “thanks…what the fuck?”
One skill I do have is being able to pull my pants down without people noticing if they’re not looking at me. My pants were off and my cock was hard. And it was right in front of him.
“What? You think this is a one-way thing?”
“I… I’m not… doing… that…” he muttered, but without much conviction. Again, not ‘I’m not gay,’ I noticed.
“Why?”
“Because… I don’t… I’ve never…”
“So?”
“Well…” There was a look in his eyes. Not a lust, not yet. But an intrigue.
“It’s surprisingly easy,” I said and knelt up. My cock “accidentally on purpose” bounced off his chin.