Jack Part 2: Rear Porch Romp
I pulled into his driveway, noticing a cozy craftsman house with a large front porch. The porch was partially covered by several big shrubs that blocked the direct view of it. There were four steps leading up to the wooden deck, replaced from the original wooden ones. To the right, there was a single deck chair and a small table, while on the left, two chairs with a table between them were sitting. I saw Jack walking back and forth in front of the chairs, talking on the phone. He beckoned me inside and pointed at a cooler full of beers under the table.
It seemed Jack was in conversation with one of his sons on the call. The house was nice and summery, with both of us dressed in casual attire. Grabbing a cold beer, I took a seat and observed Jack's movements. The porch deck was mostly in shade, with the shrubs blocking the sunlight at the front and bamboo shades hanging from the ends of the deck, providing some privacy. I saw that Jack's ass was moving under the shorts he wore and his cock was swinging free. The desire to be with him grew stronger, so I decided to make a move.
Walking up to him, I embraced him from behind and encouraged him to stop pacing. Pressing him against the knee wall, I locked my lips on the back of his neck, creating a sensation of pleasure. Jack stuttered a bit, trying to hide his excitement. Turning around, he looked at me and said, "No, nothing, just tripped a bit, caught myself too."
He returned his attention to the phone while I took his shorts down, revealing his commando wearing. Jack's ass was exposed for me, perfectly matching my intentions. I bent down, pressing him into the knee wall as I caressed his cheeks and kissed them. I gently probed his ass with my tongue, causing him to make low noises of pleasure. Finally finishing the call, he said to his son, "Look, I'm going to have to go, I think I cut my foot when I stubbed my toe, I'll call you later."
"No, it's nothing serious, just spots of blood, but I should bandage it and clean up the deck."
To me, he added, "You bastard."
Telling him to be quiet, I instructed him to bend over, and again, I attacked his hole with my tongue, tongue fucking him for several minutes before driving in my hard cock. The sounds of skin hitting skin filled the air, match with the hum of traffic and pedestrians outside the shrubs. A crowd of passerby could see a man and a woman standing on the porch, but couldn't see the real action happening within. Jack liked it rough, so I pushed his limits, knowing he was comfortable.
"Moan for me," I instructed.
"We're in public!" Jack protested.
"I didn't ask you where we were," I replied, "Moan for me. Let me hear you."
I was thrusting into him, causing the backbone-shattering sound of skin slapping against skin to ring out. I wanted to make a spectacle, wanting people to know he was being taken. Jack seemed to be giving in and started moaning, initially quietly but growing louder. Just as people outside looked up and came closer to the porch, Jack's moans became louder, signaling his imminent climax.
Jack finished with heavy throes, added with a deep "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKKK!!" - the sound I needed to fill Jack up with my own load. Stepping back, I admitted defeat and walked inside the porch, leading Jack for another round.
We sit on a leather sofa in the living room, and I push him down between my legs, guiding his mouth to my cock. Still wet from his ass, still dripping a few drops of cum, I push myself into his mouth, and he starts to lick and suck my cock clean. It doesn't take long until I'm hard again. When I'm fully hard, I stand him up and remove his t-shirt, leaving him naked, then I turn him around and pull him down onto my cock. His ass, still spread and wet from the last load and the spit on my cock, lets me glide right in. His weight on my lap feels good as he settles down on my cock. I pull him back into my body, his back resting across my torso, and I tilt his head back and around so that I can kiss him, tongues dance and my cock feels the warmth of his ass wrapped around me.
He starts to rock, fucking himself on my cock, and I let him. He's lifting up and gliding back down. My cock squishing into him, his wet and sloppy hole is eating every inch of me. I grab onto both of his hands and hold them so he can't touch his own cock, just letting him ride me, feeling me fill him, letting him control the pace.
And I'm close but maybe too close, so I push him off my cock. He stands and turns around, confused. His cock, that thin shaft and big thick head, is bouncing and looks so good. I take it in hand and stroke it once, twice, while I roll his balls in my other hand.
"On your back," I tell him.
And he's on the carpet, on his back, I slip two sofa pillows under his ass and lift him, then slide back home again. As soon as I'm all the way into him, I start slowly pumping into him. "Cum for me," I tell him.
"And," I add, "if you can do it hands-free, I'll eat your load."
I start really fucking him then. Full deep strokes, burying balls deep on each down stroke, while out to the tip on the upstroke. His hard cock is bouncing between us, slapping into his belly, where a pool of precum has wet him. But then as I lean down to kiss him, we pin his cock between our bodies, with the effect that my belly is milking his cock as I thrust up and into him.
Finally, he shouts that he's cumming and I feel that hot, warm liquid on my belly. Lifting up off of him, and holding his legs just off my shoulders, and I see that his belly and mine are covered in his load. I release one leg, which drops onto my shoulder and scoop up some cum off my belly and lick my finger clean, then lean down and kiss it into his mouth.
"Swallow it," I tell him, and when I see he's done it, I repeat the process, cleaning his load from both our bellies and passing it from my mouth to his. My cock is still slowly working his ass. His cock has not gone soft. Once all the cum is cleaned up, I start to pump his cock again, trying to match my strokes on his cock to my fuck strokes. He moans loudly, as my hand caresses his sensitive cockhead. As I get near to cumming, my speed picks up, and I can't hold out any longer. I start to cum in him and as I do, his cock jets another load across his belly. Three then four quick spurts. Not a big load but understandable, as it's his third.
As I soften in his ass, my cock slips out of him, and a trail of cum starts to follow. Keeping his legs up, I lower myself and lick some of that load off his open ass and then I'm up to his mouth and now I'm feeding him my load. Collapsing down onto him, our bodies glued together with his cum and our sweat, I wrap him in my bear arms and tell him that he's been a good boy today. And we kiss deeply, tasting each other on our lips and tongues.
We rest for a bit, then head up to shower. Naked, we hit the front porch again and grab another beer each, and I can see that his cum has dried on the knee wall, white streaks on the brick, his shorts remain pooled, where I left them. I tell him to leave the wall as it is, a trophy for his good work today. Naked, we relax and drink our beers, we both know that the next round isn't that far away.
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