Embarrassed? Yeah, but also thrilled and turned on like he’d never been before. He reached into his shorts and adjusted his erection until it stuck out from the elastic band on top. He wondered what Tom would think of it. Probably nothing at all since the naked man was fixated on his sister. She had opened her legs a little, enough to show off her pussy. Tom felt a stab of guilt for thinking of her thing as a pussy, but Tom thought of it as such. He watched until one hand slowly glided from a hard erect nipple, down her flat tummy onto the mound which was her pussy.
“You’re a lucky guy, little buddy! Must be nice to have such a gorgeous sister!”
Like the dozen or so times before when he’d had a friend or friends over, Jerry turned away from the spectacle. She was his sister after all. Just like all those other occasions his visitor became oblivious to anything except the sight of a gorgeous woman giving herself intense pleasure. What was different about this occasion was today’s visitor was providing a spectacle Jerry could watch. Indeed, one he would savor.
Jerry first hurried to the bed room door, and quietly shut it. Then he turned back towards the window and stared at the beautiful naked athlete who stood before him. Now that he was clearly out of his friend’s sight, he felt better about getting naked himself. He slid his underwear off his slender hips, down his skinny legs and stepped out of them. According to Tom’s definition he still wasn’t naked. After all, he still wore his black dress socks. Gosh he felt so naughty and turned on.
His penis stood at an acute angle to his stomach. Not quite half the size of the bigger man’s erection, it was much harder than it had ever been before. So hard it ached. He grabbed it with one hand and stroked it which seemed to help. In less than a minute he had to let go, because he could feel himself about to shoot. It was much too soon for that.
He studied the naked muscular shoulders, back, and buttocks of the man. He studied the strong thighs and huge bunched calves. The sight was like a young Greek god in running shoes. Best of all Jerry was sure he could savor the sight for as long as it took for his sister to climax. It was time to get closer.
“Oh yeah … finger your cunt,” his friend said.
Jerry stepped forward, moving as silently as he could. Once when his knee made a popping noise he stopped, afraid his friend would turn around. Then realizing the man was absorbed in his lustful thoughts and actions, Jerry continued forward until he stood only a couple feet to the left of his target. At last he was able to see the magnificent erection.
“She’s got three fingers in it!” Tom exclaimed in amazement.
Seen from the side, even the large pumping fist could not totally obscure it. A good two inches of penis flesh extended beyond the man’s circling fingers even when they rose nearest to the tip. An incredible five inches were exposed after a downward stroke. Over and over again, up and down went the hand with a steady rhythm, hypothesizing Jerry with lust. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever imagined, let alone seen.
Bending at the waist, Jerry brought his face closer to the engorged head. He was amazed at the size and shiny red color. As he watched a pearl of clear fluid emerged from the hole at its tip, he found himself leaning closer.
“She’s .. so … fucking … hot.”
The drop slowly sank down lower and lower glistening in the light. It was attached to its source by a thin strand which stretched until it reached the breaking point. The strand snapped and the drop fell to the carpet. His gaze followed its fall. “What a waste,” he thought.
How would it have tasted? Would it taste like his own? The questions ran through his mind. He felt himself blush all over again, which was silly. “He can’t read your mind,” he told himself.
His was drawn quickly back to the cock. “Yes it was a cock,” he acknowledged to himself. A wonderfully meaty cock, thick, long and pulsating.
“Mmm … she … is … so … slutty!” his friend said and something about the way it was said made Jerry realize time was running out. He also noticed a subtle change in the way the man was moving. Instead of pumping his fist up and down, he was now using a back and forth thrusting of his hips. Holding the cock in a motionless hand resulted in the same rhythmic sensations to the organ.
Wanting to memorize every detail of the scene for mental playback at a later time, the red head moved as close as he dared. He took hold of his own throbbing penis, knowing time was short and his hair trigger wouldn’t matter now.
“Mmm … she … is… about … to … cum!” said his friend.
Then Jerry realized he had an extreme closeup head on view of the engorged cock. His friend had turned towards him, confronting him with his beautiful cock. It was there in all its live glory, inches from his lips on its forward thrusts. Whether Tom was aware he was there or not, didn’t enter into the mental math which drove Jerry’s decision. It was more a question of clean up. If he didn’t do it, Tom’s mess would get everywhere. At least that is the way his mind rationalized what he was about to do.
Timidly he stuck his tongue out and touched the cock’s crown as it came towards him. He was amazed at the heat of it. Then it was gone as the hips that powered the thrust pulled it away. Jerry waited opened mouth for its return.
“Mmm … I’m … going … to … cum!”
When the cock returned his lips were forced wide, stretching to accommodate the powerful thrust. He was surprised not by the crown’s hardness, but its smoothness. He wasn’t able to engulf more than the head before drawing back his own head for fear he wouldn’t be able to breathe. He found the taste to be overpoweringly erotic. Instead of again pulling away with a backward thrust, the cock seemed to press forward .
“Almost … there … little …buddy!” exclaimed Tom and Jerry felt a hand on the back of his head gently insistent. Finding he could get enough air through his nose, the smaller man relaxed and began to savor the cock’s flavor. It was salty like sweat, but not as sharp, it was a smooth taste. His tongue explored the underside of the crown, the place he knew as the most sensitive spot on his own penis.
“Oh … yes … right … there!” came the voice from above, filling Jerry with joy. He was giving his friend pleasure.
A bit more cock had entered his mouth, perhaps an inch beyond the flared ridge of its swollen head. The aroma was intoxicating, the odor of sweat, soap and precum. The smell of sex.
“OH … YES … I’M … CUMMING!”
Despite the warning, both verbal and the throbbing of the living cock in his mouth, the first blast came as a surprise. The force of the shot felt like an explosion of hot gooey fluid so sudden the red head tried to pull off the cock. The hand on his head held him in place and he realized he had no choice but to take all of the massive load of cum. The first swallow was the most difficult to accomplish, but by the third blast Jerry had the technique mastered, eagerly filling his belly with his friend’s tasty sperm. It didn’t taste much different from his own, but it was thicker and there was so much more of it.