Parking Lot -- Part Six -- Shish Kabob

I should have just laid there and left him alone until he decided to leave, but my hands were restless. They increased the strokes on his chest, until they accidentally stumbled across the nipples. 

Instantly, I felt the crushed meat under my sternum regain strength. No words were spoken, as my face again plowed into his stomach and pushed down hard. It was like kissing a boulder, but with padding. I had to lift up and slowly work my face and lips into every inch of his middle section and as I did, I saw Jack reach up and grab the rails. 
What more needed to be said? I had to take a vacation in the vicinity of his navel. My tongue played with that adorable button for untold minutes, working around the skin of the oval and into the knot his doctor had tied. 

How could I not linger here? After the incredible display of stamina and strength this body part had given me, it just had to be worshipped. My tongue and lips were no longer under my control, so they tasted the power lying just beneath the surface of skin. Occasionally, I’d press down with my face, aching to make contact with the rock solid muscle inside. 
As I had before with Gary’s chest, I buried my nose into his lower abdomen and breathed in with all the strength my lungs could give, absorbing this incredible man, as he relaxed and gave his belly to me. 

I moved down to the pay dirt, taking that throbbing chunk of meat into my salivating mouth. I kept him there and rose to my knees, positioning myself for an all out assault on his dick. Deep into the back of my throat, his bulging head was crushed, while the sensitive skin underneath was scraped by my tantalizing tongue. I returned my lips to the head of his unit and began the oral stroking, working on him from all angles and sharing my tongue with every inch of his cock’s sensitive skin. 

The mighty tool pulsated inside me, expanding ever wider and making me wish I could remove my teeth. Only then could such a juicy dick be properly serviced, but apparently my job was sufficient.

As was becoming the norm, Jack surprised me with an unexpected present. His big organ contracted to fire a salvo of cum into my mouth. Once I felt and tasted the sperm, I increased the pace of the stroking, rapidly working head to base, while wrapping my tongue around the underside of his shaft. Each stroke brought more gushers from him, as the ever-expanding diameter of his cock invited me to squeeze harder with each caress. 
A steady, easily gulped stream of magnificent sperm flowed from my powerful hero, but this time he performed quietly and with ease. His reaction was a stark contrast to the violent, tortured convulsions of his previous orgasm, as all muscles were totally calm and enjoying my worship. 

Seeing this, I relaxed my grip on him and slowed my strokes to a crawl, providing him a final orgasm based on pure sensual pleasure - no games, no fantasies, no exertions. Hateful ol’ Jack Tolsen and I had finally been left alone to enjoy one another’s company. 
If only the guys at work could see him now, here with me, they’d shit their pants. Jack’s public reputation as an S.O.B. could remain intact, but here in my bedroom, he belonged to me. In the safety and comfort of my loving mouth, the son of a bitch had been tamed.

When all cum was surrendered, I returned his cock to its previous position, covering it with my chest and again using his belly as my pillow.

“I didn’t hold back that time.”

“You done good, Jack.”

“So did you. Thank you, Kenny.”

I figured this post-orgasm comfortable closeness might be the best time to convince him that I was sincere about everything I had said.

“You’re a good friend, Jack. I’m glad you came to see me. You are welcome here anytime.”

After a long silence, he acknowledged my acceptance of him. “I’m glad too. I definitely made the right decision.”

We laid in this position for about half an hour. No words were spoken, just the sounds of our comfortable breathing, as we basked in the fond memories of the evening’s activities - and each other. 

My desire for the man was growing, even though I’m not sure I wanted it to. Unlike Gary, who was satisfied by pure, animalistic sex, this man required more tender loving care. 
There were two personalities to the private Jack Tolsen. One enjoyed fantasies of being a rugged muscle man, standing up to brutal punishment; while the other was thoughtful and loving, always wanting to do the right thing in order to please me.

I could see myself falling in love with either or both Jacks, but I could also easily fall in love with Gary. Since I was unwilling to relinquish any of them, it was clear that I would have to find a way to love all three. 

More importantly, I’d have to do everything in my power not to play favorites, because in reality, I was now responsible for satisfying several men: Gary alone, Jack alone and the Gary/Jack combination. How could I possibly deal with such a burden? Considering my dick was 100 per cent erect during this entire thought process, I felt comfortable that somehow I would be successful. 

Jack prepared to leave me. I gave him some clean socks and opened the balcony to get his shoes. After he dressed, I held my breath and handed him the footwear, which he quickly put on to his feet.

“I’ll replace these tomorrow.”

“Good idea.”

It was almost 4 am when Jack headed home. I had one last word of advice for him. “Don’t forget to be yourself when you get to work, you mean bastard.”

He stopped and turned before opening the door, then planted a delicate kiss on my lips.

“Thanks for breaking me in, Kenny.”

Analyzing recent events, I could see that our pecking order was now firmly established. At the top was a naturally rugged, macho sex machine; at the bottom, a compact little powerhouse who would do anything we asked of him; while in the middle was Kenny - the instigator of it all.

From this position, I could create any scene I desired and it would be played out for me. Add to this the fact that not only could I be a spectator, but also a participant, and I had to ask myself a very important question. What more could a little cock sucker like me want out of life? 

End of Part Six