Parking Lot Part Seven -- Another Jack

Then, he came flying into the bedroom like a cheetah and immediately pounced on top of me, resuming the non-stop kissing attack. 

Before I even knew what was happening, Jack had moved his lips down my neck and onto the chest. Feeling my hardened cock squished between his chest and my belly, I surrendered all to him and reached up to grab the head railings. Jack promptly slid down a little lower, placing kisses on my stomach while working the nipples between his fingers and thumbs. 

This sudden masculine dominance totally thrilled me, as once again Jack had shown a new persona, taking complete control of the activities. I was more than willing to give it all up to him, secretly wondering if this is what Ward Cleaver had done to June behind closed doors. One thing was for certain, no matter which Jack appeared at my doorstep, I would happily play the opposite role.

Now, Jack taunted and teased me. He moved the kissing down to my belly, totally ignoring the throbbing cock and working on either side of it. Slowly, he continued further down my vulnerable body, until landing on my balls. He gently kissed and caressed them with the lips, then brought his tongue into the action. Lightly and tenderly, he saturated every inch of the hair and skin on my nuts, continuing further down underneath to stimulate the scrotum.

I tried my best not to twitch or flex, but the incredible sensations pulsating from the groin made this nearly impossible.
Where the hell did he learn how to do this? What the hell prompted him to? Whatever caused it, his amazing skills almost caused me to convulse and crush his head between my thighs. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed every muscle and absorbed the astounding worship he was lavishing upon me.

I had drifted into a state of total ecstatic surrender, when Jack suddenly sprang up to his knees and grabbed my hardened cock, instantly inserting it into the mouth and taking me to the depths of his throat. 
Momentarily jolted from my utopia by this surprise attack, I took another deep breath and returned to a hypnotic state of sheer pleasure. Jack rhythmically began stroking the tool in his mouth, frantically licking the head of my cock when his lips reached the rim. He expertly worked back down the shaft, pressing his moistened lips into my pubic hair, before slowly returning to the end of the organ.
For the first time since we had met, I was able to thoroughly enjoy Jack’s oral praise of me. Whereas before my focus was always on Gary, now only Jack was here and I could give him my undivided attention. I finally realized that he was good. In fact, Jack Tolsen was a damn good cock sucker.

Methodically, he increased the pace and pressure on my pulsating unit, still maintaining a gentle, even stroke. He twisted his head from side to side, making sure every inch of sensitive skin was stimulated. Soon, I would join the ranks of both Gary and Jack, as the recipient of an oral pleasure given with tender, loving care. My orgasm would be based on pure sensual ecstasy, with no exertions or exclamations. Jack’s gentle, but manly touch coaxed me to contract steady, even streams of cum. Even though they were not violent eruptions, my spurts continued to flow up the shaft and into Jack’s waiting mouth for countless seconds. 

The toes curled and scrotum clinched, while I rolled back my head and turned it side to side. Other than these, all muscles were completely relaxed. Jack calmly consumed my flowing streams of sperm, until I was lovingly drained and the river ran dry.

How could I not care for this man? Just when I thought I would have to dream up new ways to please him, he had schemed the perfect plan to please me. From the moment he came through the door, Jack was in charge. Tonight he was the dominant male lead in this 1950's melodrama.

My hero had returned home from his work-a-day world, wooed his beloved with flowers and candy, then totally dominated and consumed his prize in the secret confines of the bedroom. I was mesmerized by the entire romantic scenario. Old fashioned and hokey? Sure, but it worked for me.

Jack downed every droplet of cum my balls could give him, then released the fading penis into his hand, before gently returning it to rest on my belly.
As he crawled up to lay beside me with his head on my chest, I reached down to stroke his stiff hair with my fingers. I inhaled deep breaths, absorbing the manly aroma of Old Spice and hair grease. 
“Jack, everything you’ve done tonight has been perfect.”

After several seconds, I felt moisture drop onto my chest before he responded in a rather shaky voice.
“I just want you to like me.”
Lifting my head, I plowed my lips through hardened hair until they reached skin, then I pressed hard and kissed him there.
“This goes well beyond liking you. Don’t ever forget it, Jack.”

With the possible exception of his wife, I don’t think Jack Tolsen had a friend in the world. Probably, even the people in the tavern where he hung out hated him, too. It was his own fault. I don’t know what prompted him to adopt this attitude of being a hateful S.O.B., but his unplanned encounter with me and Gary had enlightened him. We’d beaten the hell out of his belly and forced him to submit to my oral services, which had opened the floodgates for him. Jack was living a dream he never knew was planted in his brain and for that, he yearned to be a part of our lives, both as individuals and as a team.
I wanted no more words spoken. My only desire was to lay there in comfortable afterglow, slowly stroking Jack’s hair with one hand and his back with the other, while he quietly whimpered and dripped tears onto my chest. It was important that he know he was my pal and, in the safety of my bedroom, shielded from the world by my protective arms, he could be whoever he wanted to be with no judgements – no restrictions.

Fate had brought Jack Tolsen to me and I was going to hold on tight, fearful that fate might take him away.

Sporadic kisses onto his scalp conveyed my reassuring message to him. The moisture on my chest conveyed his acknowledgment and appreciation to me. Just as I had predicted, loving this man required much effort, but I was up to the task.