Paul and I silently embraced in the quiet, cold kitchen, letting the waning intimacy linger as long as possible. Holding Paul just felt safe. It felt comforting, and I finally allowed myself to stop overthinking it and experience it, whatever it was, as strange as it should have felt.
The smell of the fresh coffee broke our silent embrace. “I’ll get some towels,” I said, reluctantly extracting myself from our embrace. A sudden emptiness flooded my body and mind as I padded off to the bathroom for towels. When I returned, Paul was pouring coffee for both of us.
Paul took one of the towels and cleaned himself up, then we went to sit on the sofa with his cup of coffee. I did the same and took a seat next to him. I wasn’t sure what to say as we both silently drank our coffee. Questions flooded my brain: “Did I do a good job?” “Did I satisfy him?”, “Did I hurt him?”, “Was he mad at me?” Several times, I started to verbalize a question to break the silence, but it just didn’t feel like the right time.
“Jack asked if he could come see me?” Paul blurted out, breaking the silence. “Oh,” I said, not sure how to respond. “They should be clearing the roads soon, and the power should be back on,” I said, giving Paul some room to meet with Jack if he wanted to. “Do you want to let him know where you are. I can meet him and let him in the side entrance of the store,” I offered, but I felt my stomach tighten at the thought.
“You would do that for me?” Paul asked, his voice sounding surprised. “If that’s what you want,” I replied. Paul looked at me, then began texting. A second later, the phone buzzed, and Paul read the message. “He can get here at about 1 pm. Is that okay with you?” Paul asked. “Sure,” was my simple answer. Deep down, I wanted to say no, but I knew Paul had to make his own decisions.
Paul helped me straighten up the apartment while we waited for Jack to show up. I pulled on some jeans and a flannel shirt so that I could go down to the store when Jack arrived to let him in. I gave Paul some fresh sweatpants and a T-shirt, and we sat quietly waiting.
Several times, I wanted to say something. To ask something, but every time I tried, I couldn’t get the words to come out. I had a sinking feeling that Jack would want Paul to go with him. That Paul would leave. I didn’t like the idea of him leaving, but I had no idea what would happen if he stayed.
Just before 1 pm, I headed down to the store to wait for Jack. I didn’t know what to expect. I wasn’t sure what Paul had said and what Jack knew. A cold shiver ran down my spine, thinking that Paul shared any intimate details of what we had done. Lost in thought, I didn’t hear Jack trying to pull open the locked side door. I reached for the door, pushed it open, and let Jack step inside. A cold blast rushed past me as I stepped out of the way.
“You must be Harlan,” Jack said, extending a leather-gloved hand. Jack was about my height and build. If Paul hadn’t told me that Jack was his dad’s age, I would have thought he was closer in age to me, about 35-ish. His hair was dark brown, almost black, with a full, well-groomed beard of the same color. “And you’re Jack,” I said, less of a question and more of a statement, shaking his hand.
Jack was a good-looking man; his eyes seemed to brighten as he looked at me and smiled. There was something warm, inviting, and alluring about him. Jack’s leather-gloved hand lingered on mine, and his eyes seemed to look deep into me. I wanted to look away, but some invisible force held me in his gaze. Before I met Paul, I wouldn’t have even noticed Jack, but something seemed to be switched on, and I couldn’t help finding Jack attractive.
I forced my hand to slip from Jack's. “Paul is upstairs,” I said, motioning to the back stairwell. I watched as Jack approached the steps. Then, before heading up, he turned back to look at me. I felt myself blush as he caught me watching him. Jack gave me a quick wink and headed up the steps.
I heard the door open and close, and I went back to the sales counter, feeling foolish about being caught watching him. I tried to get it all out of my head, but I kept thinking about the way Jack looked at me. The way his hand felt in mine. It was like there was some unseen force or control that he had over me.
I forced the thoughts as best as I could out of my head. I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to acknowledge the strange feelings washing over me. I didn’t want to think about any of it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about all of it. I was so lost in thought that I barely heard the door to my apartment open. I immediately stood up, giving the impression I was busy. Thinking back on it, I probably didn’t fool anyone.
Jack approached the counter where I was standing. “Everything ok?” I asked and regretted asking it almost immediately. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks for looking after him. He told me you’ve been very kind,” Jack said with a grin, and I felt like he really emphasized the word “kind” as if he were acknowledging a special meaning.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to read into his comment. Jack smiled, and once again our eyes met, and I couldn’t seem to look away. “I guess I should let you out,” I said, moving from behind the counter and passing in front of Jack to open that side door. Jack followed, and when I turned to face him, he was much closer than I realized. Much closer than he should have been.
I could feel the heat coming off of Jack’s body as he stood inches from me. I began to back up, to give Jack a bit of room, but he followed me, maintaining the closeness between us. I kept backing up until I hit the wall. Jack smiled and moved closer. He placed a hand on the wall next to my head.
“I should get back to work,” I said, trying to break through the awkward encounter. Jack moved even closer, his body softly touching mine. Instinctively, I put my hands up, bracing them against his chest, keeping Jack just inches from me. This didn’t stop Jack. “I think you want what I want,” Jack said, his voice taking on a cocky sexual tone.
Jack moved his mouth close to my neck, and a chill ran down my spine as his soft beard grazed my neck. I could feel his breath on my skin, the scent of his cologne, and the warmth of his body in the cold alcove. I attempted a weak protest, but I somehow relented, and my hands dropped, leaving me vulnerable. Jack’s lips touched my skin, and I closed my eyes as the feeling washed over me.
As Jack softly kissed my neck, I found my hands wrapping around him, as if they had a mind of their own. I pulled Jack into an embrace, letting everything he was doing unfold. I had no resolve to stop him, and no desire for him to stop.
My hand moved to the back of Jack’s head, his soft dark hair running through my fingers as his mouth nuzzled my neck. Jack pulled back, and my eyes opened to find him staring intently at me. A raw, primal hunger had darkened his features. Before I could take a breath, his lips crashed against mine, and we were lost in a heated rush of desire as our tongues explored each other.
A strange sensation came over me as if I wasn’t a part of what was happening. An out-of-body experience. It was as if I were watching two people embrace from a distance. A way for me to disassociate myself from guilt and let whatever was happening unfold freely from it. Our bodies were entwined in such closeness that I found it difficult to know where I ended, and Jack’s body began.
Jack’s hand moved down my body, touching areas that immediately became sensitized to his touch. Every place his hands explored seemed to swell with fine waves of sensation that emanated through every part of me. Jack’s hands moved lower, and I felt him touch my belt buckle. My eyes opened as I understood what Jack had in mind.
My dick pulsated in my pants. It was so hard that it practically begged for release. Jack’s hand was moving toward that goal, but I became impatient waiting and moved my hand between us in some frantic move to release myself from the constraints of my pants
My dick sprang free of my pants, and I felt cool air rush over my hardness. Jack ran his leather-gloved hand on the underside of my cock. The leather felt strange but oddly exciting against the sensitive skin. Jack wrapped the gloved hand around the base, giving it a couple of playful squeezes that made the mushroom head swell.
Jack released my dick, much to my immediate disappointment, and he placed his leather-gloved hands on either side of my head, as we continued to kiss. Our bodies moved together in a silent, passionate dance as we held each other, neither of us letting go.
Then I felt Jack’s hand once again on my dick, but this time it felt different. It felt wet, strange, but good, yet something wasn’t right. Pulling myself out of the sexual trance I was lost in, I realized that Jack’s hands were still holding me.
I pulled away and realized that Paul had somehow come down without me realizing and was on his knees between us, with my dick in his mouth. I looked at Jack, as shock and embarrassment washed over me. Jack gave me a sheepish grin.
I pulled my dick free of Paul’s mouth and stepped back. “What’s going on?” I asked, taken aback. Thoughts raced through my head. “Did Paul tell Jack what we had done? Did they plan this thing, whatever it was?
“It wasn’t planned,” Jack said as if he read my thoughts, his voice soft and understanding. “I don’t know that either of us ever thought this would happen. Especially, not this way,” Jack added. Paul remained on his knees, watching both of us.
The whole situation felt so strange: Jack with his arm wrapped partially around me, Paul on his knees in front of me, and my hard, wet dick sticking out of my pants near the back of the store. The craziness of the situation didn’t make my dick go limp.
While I stood unsure what I should do, Paul took the advantage and moved closer, taking my dick into the warmth of his mouth. “Fuck,” I moaned, reflexively. “Do you like that, Jack asked, his lips so close to my ear that his beard stubble grazed my skin. I shook my head yes, feeling guilty about admitting it, but knowing full well that I did like it. “Good,” Jack said and began to kiss my neck and ear.
“Maybe we should go upstairs, Jack said, and before I could agree or disagree, Paul stood up and led us up the back steps, with me in the middle and Jack following closely behind. Paul maneuvered me to the sofa, and I sat down with a bit of a flop, my dick still protruding through the front of my pants. Paul helped Jack remove his coat, but Jack stopped him from pulling off the leather gloves. Paul did not question the decision, watching as Jack took the seat next to me.
My eyes moved between them, unsure and uncertain what they were doing, what was happening, and whether I even wanted to be in the middle of it. “You don’t have to be nervous,” Jack said, gently running one of his leather-gloved hands over my leg. My dick jumped at his touch, and a bead of precum formed at the hard tip.
Jack took one of his glove fingers, scooped up the precum, then held it up in front of Paul. “Do you want it?” Jack asked. Paul answered by bending forward, taking the gloved hand in his and licking the precum off the leather while I watched.
Paul stood in front of me; his dick was hard and tenting the front of the oversized sweatpants I let him borrow. Jack reached for the elastic band and pulled the sweatpants down. Paul’s young, hard cock snapped back, slapping his body. Paul stepped out of the sweatpants and t-shirt and stood naked in front of us.
“Come here,” Jack said, and Paul walked in front of him as Jack requested. Jack took Paul by the hands, and Paul mounted Jack’s lap, facing him, and straddling his legs. “What do you think, Harlan?” Jack asked, running his hand on my leg. A mixture of excitement and jealousy flooded my mind. A sense that this was just some crazy sex dream that I would wake up from, and no one would know what I dreamt.
But it wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t any fantasy I had ever thought about, and I was more sexually stimulated than I had ever felt in my life. Jack didn’t wait for my response; my hard dick coated with precum seemed to be all the answer he required.
Jack took my hand and brought it to Paul’s cock. I felt the thick, stiff shaft, and I wrapped my fingers around it. Paul let out a soft moan and closed his eyes. “He has a nice cock,” Jack said, as if Paul wasn’t in the room. I nodded absentmindedly, watching Paul’s reaction to my touch.
Jack reached over and placed his gloved hand on my cock. I was so hard that my balls began to hurt. “Wait,” I said with a wince, pushing my pants down my legs and allowing my cock and balls to be free of the constraints. Once my pants were off, I placed my hand back on Paul’s cock, and Jack put his gloved hand on mine.
I wasn’t sure why I was allowing any of this to happen, but I also knew I didn’t want to stop whatever was happening. Jack turned to me, and his look was intense, as if he knew what I was thinking, as if he knew what I wanted or needed.
Jack leaned over, and I felt his lips on my neck, as he had done before. The warmth of his lips and the bristle of his beard sent intense chills through my body. I turned my head to face him, and our lips met once again. “Hey! I want a turn,” I heard Paul say, but it sounded distant. Jack pulled away from me and looked up at Paul. “Ok,” he said with a bit of a chuckle.
Paul leaned over and brought his mouth to mine. Paul’s mouth covered mine, and I placed my hand on his head, pulling him to me. It felt different from kissing Jack, still intense, still exciting. Paul pulled his mouth from mine and began kissing Jack while I watched. Paul, Jack, and I took turns kissing each other.
“Stand up,” Jack said, and Paul climbed off his lap. I watched Paul’s hard cock bobbing as he moved. Jack stood up and pushed his pants down, revealing his hard cock. It was thicker than Paul’s and uncut. The straight, fleshy tube was heavily veined, and dense, dark pubes surrounded his dick and balls.
“Suck me, boy,” Jack said. “Yes, Sir!” came the immediate reply. Paul dropped to his knees and gently pulled back the foreskin on Paul’s cock, revealing a wet, dark red, mushroom head. Jack leaned back as Paul began to lick the head like some fleshy lollipop. “I said, suck it, boy,” Jack ordered, and Paul immediately took it into his mouth, slipping it past his lips.
While Paul sucked Jack’s cock, Jack began unbuttoning his shirt. Because of the leather gloves, he seemed to struggle, so I leaned over to help. Paul’s chest was covered in the same dark hair that he had on his head, beard, and pubes. It was a thick, soft coating that perfectly framed his torso.
I ran my hands over Paul’s chest, feeling the soft fur slide through my fingers. I was fascinated by the feel of his firm body beneath its furry coating. Paul took my hands in his and moved them around on his chest, dragging them over every inch of his hair-coated torso.
Paul began to bob his head up and down on Jack’s big cock, as I continued to feel Jack’s body. “Stop, it’s Harlan’s turn,” Jack ordered, breaking me out of my thoughts, and Paul immediately stopped, then leaned over and took my cock into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed as Paul sucked my dick into his mouth. The sudden sensation caused my knees to buckle, but I caught myself. He gave it a few deep slurps, then moved back to Jack’s cock, did the same to him, then returned to me. He repeated sucking each of our cocks in turn. My dick was rock hard and wet with a mixture of Paul’s saliva and my precum. “Ok, stop,” Jack said, before Paul could fill his mouth with Jack’s cock once again. Paul stopped immediately and sat back, waiting for whatever was to come next.
“Stand up, boy,” Jack commanded, and Paul rose to his feet. Paul stood facing me with Jack standing directly behind so that Paul was sandwiched between us. Jack reached past Paul and placed his hand behind my head, pulling me forward until my mouth touched Paul’s. Paul’s hands drew me to him, our naked bodies touching, our hard dicks mashing together.
While Paul and I kissed, Jack bent forward and began to kiss Paul’s neck. Jack started making movements that I couldn’t see, and whatever he was doing caused Paul’s body to stiffen and his dick to throb against me. His mouth became slack, and his breathing deepened.
“Yeah, that’s a good boy,” Jack hissed. His hips began gyrating, and I realized he was slipping his large cock into Paul’s tight ass. I took a step back, releasing Paul to watch what was happening. It was strange and exciting to watch something so intimate unfold before my eyes.
Paul’s eyes looked deep into mine, and we connected in a silent and mutual connection. Unspoken words that seemed to draw me to him. A personal bond that formed out of mutual need and desire between us.
I felt Paul calling me, not to rescue him but to join him in the sexual pleasures he was experiencing and wanting me to experience with him. I nodded acknowledgement of the silent question, and Paul nodded back his response. Jack placed his hands on Paul’s shoulders and pushed him gently forward.
Paul lowered himself so that his face was at the level of my hard cock. I stepped forward and Paul took me into his mouth, swallowing as much of my cock as he could. Jack moved his hands to Paul’s hips and began to slide his cock in and out of Paul’s ass. His chest muscles flared as he pulled his body back, expanding his hairy chest. A bead of sweat ran down his face and disappeared into the dark beard.
The only sounds between us were Paul making slurping sounds on my cock and Jack grunting as he fucked Paul’s ass. With a loud grunt, Jack’s body abruptly stopped fucking, and he pulled his cock free of Paul’s ass. “Your turn,” Jack said, stepping from behind Paul. Paul released my cock, much to my disappointment.
Jack moved next to me and gave my hard, wet cock a quick stroke with the leather glove. “Go ahead,” he said with a grin, swapping places with me. I moved around behind Paul and slid my dick into him. His ass felt different, stretched and more open, but still incredible on my hardness.
“Fuck,” I moaned loudly, losing any inhibitions as I began to fuck Paul. “Hell yeah, Harlan. Fuck that boy,” Jack encouraged, moving close to Paul and pushing his cock into Paul’s mouth. I lost all sense of myself, of Paul, and of the situation. I was sexually charged beyond anything I ever felt, anything I ever even imagined was possible.
I took Paul by the hips and began to pound him. Paul spread his legs a bit to give himself better leverage as I began to slam my dick harder into his ass. The feeling of his hole wrapped around my hard cock felt incredible.
Jack placed one hand on Paul’s head as he began to fuck Paul’s mouth. With the other leather-gloved hand, he reached over and put it on my cheek. The scent of the leather filled my nose, and I bent forward to suck one of his leather-gloved fingers into my mouth.
Every sensation, sight, feel, sound, smell, all became instruments driving my sexual pleasure. My slow and steady fucking became strained, and I began to move with less control. My dick throbbed, and I tried to slow things down. “I am going to cum,” I grunted. “Do it,” Jack enticed, still running his gloved hand over my face and mouth.
The release was intense. I shoved my dick deep inside Paul, and I felt the intensity of the orgasm grab hold of my body. There was a split second where everything seemed to stop. A second that is short but can be measured at the same time, and then my dick swelled, and cum began to flood Paul’s ass.
The intensity of the orgasm caused my body to quiver and shake uncontrollably. My chest tightened, and my head thrashed as the orgasm swept through every inch of my body. I could feel the cum shoot from my cock deep inside Paul, flooding his insides. The orgasm slowly subsided, leaving me feeling drained in multiple ways.
I breathed deeply and stopped to watch Jack giving Paul’s mouth a few quick jabs, then he pulled his cock free. Paul straightened up, with my cock still inside him. Jack gave his hard cock a few strokes, and I watched as he shot his load all over Paul’s pubes and hard cock. When Jack had emptied his cock, Paul moved forward so that my dick slid slowly from his ass, then he turned to me and smiled. Large white gobs of cum coated Paul and began to run down his legs.
“Sit down,” Paul said softly. I backed up to the sofa and flopped down; my legs were wobbly from the intense fuck. Paul straddled my lap and slid his ass back down onto my still-hard cock. Paul looked into my eyes and placed his hands on my shoulders. I wrapped my hand around the lower part of Paul’s cock. Jack wrapped his leather-gloved hand above mine, and together we began to jerk Paul off.
“He likes it,” Jack said, giving me a quick wink. Paul writhed as we worked together, stroking his hard cock. White cum coated the leather glove, and I wanted to taste it. Still stroking Paul’s cock with one hand, I reached for Jack’s gloved hand, pulling it off Paul’s cock and bringing it to my lips. The smell of cum mingled with the scent of the leather. I stuck my tongue out to taste the cum. Jack held his hand in front of my face, watching me, then leaned forward and we licked the glove and kissed.
“Fuck,” I heard Paul moan, and before I could pull away from Jack, warm cum shot onto my torso. Jack and I stopped kissing and watched as Paul’s young cock sprayed warm liquid onto my body.
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