Jack was finally opening up to me. “I keep thinking back to when I was in High School. There were these guys that I used to have those jack off contests with. Well, one afternoon, when my folks were out, we were in my basement messing around. We had just finished one of our little wrestling match, and one of ‘em stayed to help me clean up. We kept on talking about how good it felt, beating off, and then he said that he knew what would feel even better. He asked if I’d ever had gotten a blowjob, and when I said no, he pushed me down on the floor and started to wrestle, one on one I was getting turned on, you know, sexually. Suddenly, he pulled my shorts off of me and swallowed my prick. God, it felt so hot, having that wet tongue snaking around all over my cock. I grabbed his head and shoved my dick all the way to the back of his throat. I rolled him over and started doing push-ups into his mouth with my dick. Man, it felt so good, and he was just gobbling it down like candy. His hands were all over my legs, grabbing my balls and jacking my cock. It didn’t take me long to shoot and when I tried to pull my cock out of his mouth, he grunted no and wrapped his arms around my legs. I just shot and shot, right down his throat. I could feel him sucking and licking my load and I kept thinking how good it felt. “So that’s what you think about when you beat off?” I asked, my hands openly massaging my throbbing cock through my pants, while his hands were busy in his own lap. He nodded. “Well what happened next” “Well after I shot, I rolled off of him and laid out flat on my back. That’s when he planted his lips right over mine. Shit, I’d never kissed a guy before and I didn’t know what to do, till his tongue started licking my lips. I opened my mouth and he let the rest of my load spill over my lips. Shit, that was too much, so I began sucking it all from out of his mouth, licking his lips and his teeth, trying to get it all. That’s when I felt him cumming all over my leg. I swear, his cum was so hot it almost burned a hole in my leg. I reached down to touch his dick and my hand got covered with his cream. We broke the kiss and he sucked his cum from my fingers. That’s what I think of when I’m beating off. He was silent for a moment. I was convinced. If this guy wasn’t gay, he was the bi-est bisexual I’ve ever met. “Whaddaya think this means?” he asked. I moved my hand slowly up to the fly of his Levi’s and began to unzip him, all the while staring into those beautiful blue eyes. “I think it means you need some new material to use the next time you jack off” I said, reaching my hand into his open fly and wrapping my fingers around his steel pole. He groaned and sank lower onto the chair .I began a slow massage of that prize meat and watched as his hips began to meet my thrusts. Then I withdrew my hands. He looked confused. “This isn’t really the best place to do something like this. Besides, I want you to save it for the party tomorrow night’s party. I’ve got it all lined up and you’re the guest of honor. There’s just one thing. You gotta promise me you’ll keep your hands off that thing until then.” I said, pointing to his monster cock. “No beating off until tomorrow night.” Jack was beside himself. “Man, I don’t know. I’m so fuckin’ hot now, I don’t know if I can hold out that long.” “Remember what I told you about how good it can feel, like every nerve is on fire?” He nodded. “Well, that’s how I want you tomorrow and, believe me, if you can keep your hands off that thing, you just might make it to that point.” He attempting to zip up his Levi’s. I reached over to give him a hand. “Here. Let me do that” as I felt up the front of his jeans while managing to bring the teeth of the zipper together. After a few more feels of his schlong I patted it gently and said “There. All packed away. These hands of mine better be the last one’s on that cock until tomorrow." He seemed excited at the prospect. “Shit, man. Ill try” he said. Just then the supervisor walked into the break room and announced that we should get our lazy asses back on the job. I stood to go back to work and thought “Hmmm. We’ll see how lazy Jack’s ass is when we get hold of him tomorrow night.” Then, I smiled. So did Jack, as if he could read my mind. For the rest of the night I watched Jack as he worked. His smile told me that he was looking forward to the little jack - off party. I wondered if he was going to be able to keep his hands off that beautiful piece of meat, like I told him. 7 AM rolled around none too soon and we all got ready to leave for the weekend. Two full days off and I had a jack off party to tend to. As I headed for my car Jack was close behind. “So” I said, a little rough, “you gonna be ready for tonight?” “Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about” he said, quietly. “Ya think maybe you could give me a lift home?” I was a little surprised, since this stud always walked the four miles. Then, after looking down to his crotch, I figured there was no blood left to propel his legs. Christ, his basket was still firm and packed. I opened door for him. Once on the road I turned to look at this blond Adonis. He was sprawled across my front seat, with his basket standing proudly between his spread legs. “So. Ya looking forward to my little party?” I said, grinning. He shifted nervously on the seat and asked what would happen tonight. “Anything you want. No one’s gonna force ya to do anything you don’t want to do. Come on, Jack, relax” I said, patting his runners leg firmly. When he felt my hand touch his leg, he shuddered. I removed my hand and looked at him. “What do you think is going to happen?” I asked. He sat silent for a moment. “Well, then, what do you want to happen?” I asked, moving my hand back to his thigh and squeezing lightly. As my hand inched its way to his crotch he spread his legs even more. He groaned as my hand connected with his crotch. I rubbed it slowly, feeling his dick jump to my touch. My fingers traced the outline of his dick head and then caressed the length of his shaft. My fingers found his hefty balls and I gave a little squeeze, sending my fingers between his legs. “Is this what you want to happen?” I coaxed, returning to his throbbing shaft. “Oh, yeah, man. My cock feels so good when someone else is touching it. Yeah, just like that” he groaned as my fingers made contact with the tip of his denim covered cock. “Your fingers know all the right places, man. Mmmmm, yeah, I love your hands on my dick." My fingers unbuttoned his fly and I reached inside to extract that beautiful, hard monster cock. It was covered with juice, which I greedily licked from my fingers and they found their way back to his shaft. I lazily began to jack it up and down, sending shivers down his spine. On the upstroke, my fingers wrapped around the mushroom shaped tip, squeezing more juice out. “Mmmmm, yeah” he groaned, as he unbuckled his pants and slipped them over his thighs. There was that beautiful cock again, in full view. Shit, it was hot. My fingers dipped down to stroke his cum filled testicles, and I rolled them around until he groaned again. He began to slowly fuck my hand, while his hands traveled over his chest and began pinching his nipples. They were hard enough to be seen through the thin material of his tank top. God, how I wanted them in my mouth. I wondered if Sherry had ever sucked his pecs. Or, his armpits. God, there was so much that I wanted to show him and, from the looks of it, he was more than ready to learn. “God, I’m gettin’ real close to cumming man” he said, grinding his ass into the seat of the car. I pulled my hand from his delectable crotch. “Well, we can’t have that, now, can we? Remember that I want you to save it for the party." He just sat there, teetering on the brink of an orgasm. His hips were humping the air and his breathing was coming in short gasps. “Relax” I said. “Think about something else, Jack. Anything. Your taxes. Your great grandmother. Anything, man, but calm down. Now, pull those pants up. You want to get us arrested for indecent exposure? Although, that’s a pretty ‘decent’ exposure, if I do say so.” I laughed. With great effort, he regained control. With greater effort, he managed to stuff that sausage back into those tight jeans. I could see just how hot this man was. “Shit, man. The touch of your fingers stroking my dick was so hot, I thought I was gonna pop right then. Man, this is wild! he said. “I’ve never been this turned on in my life!” His hands were back in his crotch, kneading and stroking his big piece of meat through his jeans. I pushed his hands away. “God, what a rush, man” Jack said, calming down even more. “My balls are achin’, but I’ll hold off... I think.” he grinned. “Hey, man, here’s my house” he said. As I pulled over to let him out of the car I reached over to tweak one of those nipples through his shirt. He groaned and pushed it out to meet my fingers. Then, they found their way into his armpit, and I stroked it gently. This surprised him, and he began to giggle. “Hey man, I said. “Remember how you stopped yourself from cumming a second ago? Do that again to stop yourself from laughing at this. Just feel what I’m doing man.” I said, as I continued fingering his pit. With a little effort he was able to really get into it. He moaned. “Just wait till you feel a hot tongue in there, boy. You’re gonna freak” I said, reluctantly removing my hands, giving him a chance to think about the possibilities. “Now, remember what I said. No cumming until the party. I want you inside and in a cold shower... and no coating the tile with cum, either” I laughed. He got out of the car and leaned down into the window. “Hey, thanks a lot, man. I can’t wait until tonight...but I will” he grinned, and turned to walk into his apartment. As I watched those perfect legs carrying that perfect bubble butt into the house I could only dream about what was to come. My pants were soaked with juice as I watched him unlock the door, turn, and wave. “See you tonight” he shouted. And then he was gone. I drove off and finished my shopping for the evening’s festivities. By 9:00 everyone was there, except our guest of honor. I had invited three other guys. Bill was a 35 year old attorney, recently divorced. His black hair and ‘stache gave way to a furry coat of black hair all over his chest and arms, with a beautiful pair of Italian bull balls and an uncut 8 inch monster. Brent was a student, with long brown hair and a dick to match. And Andrew looked as if he’d just stepped out of a Marines poster. He asked about our guest of honor. “So, where is this super fuck you’ve been talking about?” He grabbed his crotch and squeezed. “Easy, buddy, he’ll be here. Shit, he BETTER be here! I told him not to beat off until he got here, and as hot as he was this morning I’ll be very surprised if he can fit that dick behind the wheel of his car to drive. He was so worked up today that he’s gonna fuckin’ blow the ceiling off this place when he shoots.” “Not if it blows my tonsils out first.” said Bill, swallowing the neck of his beer bottle for effect. Bill was an expert cocksucker. I knew that the first time he knelt before me in the courthouse john, wearing his blue business suit and silk tie. which I managed to cover with the hot load that dribbled from his mouth. Just then the doorbell rang. “Now, listen guys.” I said. “He’s really unsure about all of this. I mean, he knows he wants it, he just doesn’t know how much yet. So, you gotta promise to let him take the lead on this. Shit, we don’t want to scare him off.” Once everyone agreed I went to let Jack in for the best night of his sexual life. He stood at the door, wearing the skimpiest pair of running shorts that I’d ever seen, and his strong furry legs were hugging the material like a second skin. His T-shirt was skin tight, too, and showed off that fabulous chest of his. I stared at him for a moment and then his eyes followed mine down to his crotch, which still looked full and ready. He handed me a bunch of videotapes. When our eyes met again I was about to ask him if he’d... “Nope” he said proudly. “Not a drop... yet.” he added hopefully. “Great! You won’t be sorry. Come on in and let me introduce you” I said, putting the beer and movies down on the hall table. Once the introductions were out of the way I offered Jack a drink. “Beer? Wine? Scotch?” I asked. He opted for a scotch, and I poured him a nice tumbler full. That way we wouldn’t have to get up so often to refill it. He sat on chair in front of the television and took a long swallow, checking out the other guys in the room. The normal small talk ensued until Brent noticed the movies that Jack had brought with him. “So, let’s see what’s playing tonight” he said, reaching into the backpack and pulling out four tapes. “So, Jack” said Brent. “Which of these do you recommend?” Jack pointed to the box on the bottom. Brent picked it up. “Bi-Sex Banging, huh? Hey, I could get into that. How about you guys?” Hearing no objections, Brent popped the tape into the machine and settled back on the couch, next to Bill. Andrew was on the floor between the couch and the chair and I was standing behind the couch. Playing the perfect host, I asked if anyone needed anything. “I’ll have another scotch” said Jack, downing the rest of the tumbler and handing it to me. I got him another scotch, and one for myself and when I returned to the room, the screen was filled with sucking and fucking. A slim redhead was shoving her pussy into the face of a young jock, while his buddy was busy sucking on the woman’s tits. There was no annoying music on this tape, so all we heard was the animal sounds of raw sex. I handed Jack his scotch and sat down on the floor next to his chair and began to watch the screen. Now, my living room has a wall of mirrors behind the television, so I was also able to look around at my party guests. It took about ten minutes for everyone to relax enough to heat up. I could see the looks on the other guys, as they tried hard to let Jack be the first to get started. Then Bill began to massage his own crotch slowly, discreetly. Brent soon followed suit, as did Andrew and I. Jack just stared at the screen, but every once in a while his eyes would dart around the room. Oh, yeah, he was enjoying this, I thought. From where I was sitting I could see the lump in his shorts begin to get larger. But I admired his self control. He kept his hands off of it.
