A gay story: Jack Pt. 07: Jack the Toy It had been a long frustrating day, and I was on my way home: tired, horny, feeling a certain itch. And I knew just who could scratch it. I called ahead and told Jack to be waiting, naked, on the bed, laying on his back, head hanging over the edge when I got there. I didn’t ask him to do this, I told him to be in that position, and had every expectation that Jack would be there waiting for me.
I pulled into the drive and as I climbed the stairs of the porch, I recalled fondly, the times I’d fucked Jack on that porch, Jack leaning over the wall or with his back on the floor. Neighbours over-hearing, some watching (the old lady across the street, I knew she watched), but I hadn’t cared, and Jack hadn’t either. The thought of my cock sinking into Jack’s ass out here, just put my horn on over-drive. I unlocked the front door, opened it, and went in and was stripping before it closed behind me. I climbed the stairs, that one step squeaking as I stepped in that certain spot.
Our bedroom door was open. And from the top of the stairs, I could see part of Jack’s body laying across the bed, as I’d told him to. I stepped into the doorway, now fully naked and fully erect. Jack was exactly as I had told him to be, naked, his cock was hard as he lay there waiting for me – I hadn’t told him to be hard, so I’d have to discipline him for that – his head over the edge of the bed, mouth open, waiting. I thought about it for a moment and decided I really couldn’t blame him for being hard. Jack loved to serve, to be controlled and to be used and the kind of command I’d given from the car could only turn him on.
Without so much as a word, I simply stepped up to the bed and slipped my hard cock into Jack’s waiting throat. Holding the sides of Jack’s head, I pumped my cock into Jack’s throat. Long, deep strokes going balls deep on each stroke. Jack was very familiar with my cock and his throat opened and wrapped around it, like he was welcoming an old friend home. I fucked Jack’s mouth hard for several minutes, taking that initial edge off then slowed my pace, taking the time to draw my cock out of, then sink it back in to, Jack’s mouth.
“Suck it for me,” I ordered him, as my movements stopped and I let my cock simply rest, caught between the roof of Jack’s mouth and his tongue. Jack closed his mouth around the shaft and began to suck. Pulling his mouth onto and off me, as he kept up a constant pressure, trying to milk a load out of the cock in his mouth. I reached down and started to play with Jack’s nipples, as he was working hard on milking me, pinching them, twisting, slightly pulling them out and away from his chest. Jack moaned around my shaft but didn’t stop sucking. I moved my hand lower, caressing Jack’s belly, then down to his pubes and brushed lightly against Jack’s cock, which jumped and sprayed precum onto my hand.
Standing up, I pulled my cock from Jack’s mouth and replaced it with three fingers, “Clean them!” I commanded, and Jack did that, sucking each finger in turn, then licking the web between thumb and fore finger, licking his own precum off of my hand.
“On your knees,” I said, and Jack immediately spun around putting his knees on the edge of the bed, his head down on the mattress, ass up and open. I admired my boy’s ass (it still seemed odd to call him “my boy” as Jack was only a few years younger than I am but, in my mind, today, it fit). I leaned down and let my tongue trace through the crevice and find Jack’s pucker, I probed it with my tongue for a moment. More precum leaked out of Jack’s dick. I didn’t linger though to taste, but continued to tongue-fuck him for a few moments and then I stood up and sank my 6.5 inches to the hilt in Jack’s ass. Jack moaned and cried out for just a moment as I penetrated him. He was used to my cock and there was no pain, I was sure, just a bit of shock at the suddenness of being filled, then pleasure as his ass felt that full feeling when a cock is buried in it.
As I sank into Jack, I felt that familiar pressure of another man wrapped around my cock, the tightness, the sensitivity in the glands. I moved slowly, at first, short pumps to get both of us used to the movement, just a slow start that built into a deep fucking rhythm. Faster and harder, our bodies slamming together. My need driving me to fuck him hard, to offer no mercy to Jack’s ass. He simply was a toy to be used today. He might as well have been a silicon ass or pussy for all that I cared about Jack’s needs or feelings in this moment. My dick was in control, and it needed servicing.
But then that itch, came back. I’d felt it on the way home, squirming in my car seat, my ass needing something, needing to be filled. It’s not something I do often but sometimes I’d feel that urge and when I did, I’d bring out a toy and satisfy that itch. Well, here I was fucking my very own toy. Why not I thought and pulled my cock out of Jack’s ass. Jack cried out, “Put it back, fuck I was so close, please, fuck me” he begged.
But one doesn’t listen to a toy, and I didn’t listen to mine. I simply flipped Jack onto his back, grabbed some lube from the nightstand (though I hadn’t bothered with any for Jack) and lubed Jack’s cock, then applied some to my own ass.
“What are you doing?” asked Jack.
Again, I didn’t say anything, I simply mounted Jack and slipped that living dildo into my ass. When Jack tried to raise his hands to hold me, I slapped them away. “Just lay there and led me ride this cock,” I said, finally addressing the toy. Jack did as he was ordered. He lay on the bed, hands to his side and I used his body like a sex doll, riding him. I rested my hands on Jack’s chest, again, tweaking his nipples. Then I leaned back, taking all of Jack’s cock into my ass, my own cock hard and bouncing with each stroke. Taking it in hand, I slowly stroked my own cock, eyes closed, thinking of nothing but the pleasure of this toy in my ass and the feel of my hand gliding along my own hardness.
Jack moaned, and cried out that he was going to cum, which pulled me out of my fantasy. Looking down at Jack, I clamped my ass cheeks closed, trapping Jack’s cock in my ass as it began to shoot cum into me. I held my place as Jack’s balls emptied into my gut. Climbing off of Jack’s cock, I stood up, then knelt. I reached down and grasped each of Jacks’ legs and lifted them over my shoulders and slammed my own cock back into his ass. This fuck was urgent as I needed to cum. I slammed into Jack, balls slapping his ass on each down stroke, pulling out then back in. Pistoning my cock into the ass beneath me until I cried out that I was cumming. My cock emptied my load into Jack. And as I came, my body collapsed down onto his, we kissed and I enfolded him in my arms and rolled over, which pulled my cock out of his ass.
“Hi babe,” I said and kissed him deeply, which Jack returned. We drifted off to sleep then, cum dripping out of both of our asses as we held each other close. Jack woke first and I was awakened a few minutes later by Jack taking me into his mouth, he slowly worked my soft cock, sucking it, licking it, tasting us both on me, he suckled and held me in his mouth. It began to grow and soon I placed my hands on his head. Not forcing or guiding, just resting them there as he went to work on the hardening cock in his mouth. He sucked and licked and after a few minutes was rewarded with a “Fuck I’m cumming.” And I filled his mouth with warm cum. Four, then five deep pulses emptied into his throat. He swallowed as much as he could, but some trickled out of his mouth.
I lifted him up and had him straddle my chest, then pulled him forward so that his cock was at my mouth, then I sucked him in. Bobbing and sucking until Jack also moaned that he was cumming and sent his own load down my throat.
Desired sated, need sated, we kissed after that, tasting each other on our tongues and lips, the smell of sweat and cum filling the room. I held Jack close to me, as we relaxed in each other’s arms.
“I’ve got something for you,” I said, “wait here”. I jumped out of bed and traced my route down to the middle of the stairs, where I’d shed my pants. I picked them up and fished something out of my front pocket then returned to the bedroom. “Sit up,” I said, and Jack did.
Moving behind Jack, I opened the package in my hand and then draped a silver chain around Jack’s neck and sealed the clasp. Jack asked, “What is this?” and in answer I led him to the bureau mirror and he saw the chain with a small lock at it’s base. The lock was decorative, more fashion than fetish. And he loved it. He turned to me and kissed me.
“I love you,” we both said at the same time. And we went back to bed to fuck each other again.