This is Chapter II in my series It Started in the Drive Thru. You may want to start there before jumping in here.
I fell asleep and woke up to find my soft prick in the mouth of my new young friend. He looked up and smiled at me as his head started to bob up and down on my flaccid cock. One hand played with my balls while the other held my soft cock. He licked it and as it started to harden, he put it in that perfect mouth.
I lay back on the pillow and sighed. This was heaven.
Time was meaningless to me. It could be early evening or early morning. I had no idea how long I’d slept since our last bit of fun. I didn’t think it was very long but really didn’t know. Didn’t care.
I laughed and he looked up at me, my now-hard cock in his mouth and a quizzical look on his face. “I’m Paul,” I said. “And you are?”
He pulled my cock out slowly, laughed and said, “Nice to meet you, Paul. I’m Jacob.”
“Very nice to meet you, Jacob,” I said. “Please carry on.”
He smiled and, still looking up at me, slowly licked my cock from the base to the tip. When he got to the tip his tongue came out, licking and flicking the slit, the top, the underside and then curling around my whole head like a glove. He continued to use his tongue on me, licking down my pole to my balls. Flicking each one of them and then licking each one.
He then rolled me back and licked down my taint to my hole. I felt his tongue swabbing my hole and the sides of my ass. Without warning, his tongue plunged in and started to explore my asshole. It felt great. It felt more than great. I ground into him as his tongue plunged in and out, eating me with furious hunger. His hand had found my cock, and he was stroking me. He then pulled my cock down through my legs, removed his lips from my man pussy and took my cock in his mouth. He went up and down a number of times and then went back to work swabbing my hole with his thick tongue.
After a while he slid himself up my belly and his lips found mine. I could taste me on his lips and tongue; it was nice. He lay on top of me as his tongue probed in and out of my mouth. He pulled back and asked, “would you like me to fuck you.”
“Yes, please,” I sighed.
He licked his way to my nipples. He sucked each one of them for what seemed like hours and then he made his way down my belly. His tongue made love to my belly button, licking and sucking, and then he made his way to my cock. I watched his mouth poised over my hard pole. He let a thick stream of saliva drop down and cover my cock. He then sucked my cock and the saliva clean.
Dropping further down, he did the same thing with my hole, only this time dropping several mouth-loads of spit down onto my asshole. His fingers then found my hole and started to work it open a bit.
He arched back and a long stream of saliva fell from his mouth to his cock. He did this a few times, all the time his hands at work lubing up his 5” cut cock. He looked up at me and I nodded.
I felt his helmet touch my hole. My knees were back by my chest. He pressed in. There was an instant of pain followed by a feeling of my asshole muscles opening and then clamping their way around his young cock. He pushed in. I sighed. He pushed in some more. I sighed louder. Soon I could feel his pubis pushed flat against my asshole. He was all the way in. I felt full; spasms shuddered up my spine. My cock was rock hard. I grabbed it and started stroking. I put my palm down in front of his mouth and he first licked my palm and then bathed it with his spit. I went back to work on my cock.
He started to slide in and out. Soon, our cadence was linked—me stroking up and down as he pushed in and out. I could feel my balls contract. He picked up his pace and I picked up mine. In and out. Up and down. In and out. Up and down. Over and over again.
We were both covered in sweat. I was getting the best fuck of my life by a boy I didn’t know hours ago. How many hours? Who cares. I was pushing down on his cock as he was thrusting into me as my fist went up and down on my hard cock.
I heard him whisper “I’m going to cum.” I picked up my pace on my cock and murmured, “me too”. He started to really thrust and I matched him. As I felt his first spasm explode into my hole my cock let loose with a volcanic shot of cum, flying high up my chest. I pulsed over and over again, shooting volley after volley as he continued to squirt into me.
Done cumming, he collapsed forward onto my chest. My legs went down on either side of him. I stroked his hair. He gently rubbed my sides and explored under my arms. I felt his boyish jism leaking from my hole.
We lay like that for a while. I dozed. He may have dozed, too.
I woke up and had to piss.
Jacob lay beside me. I had been spooned behind him, my arm around his side and chest. I inched to the side of the bed. I didn’t want to wake him. I looked at his back in the dim light of the full moon coming in from the windows. His skin was radiant white in the moonlight.
“Fuck,” I thought. “Best cup of coffee I ever stopped for.”
I tiptoed to the bathroom and found the commode without turning on the light. The clock I kept on the counter read 3:35 a.m. I wasn’t sure how long I’d slept.
I crept back to bed and assumed my position, nuzzling his back with my naked groin up against his naked ass.
He stirred and asked, “What time is it?” I told him and he said, “Damn, I’ve got an 8 a.m. class that I can’t miss.”
“I’ll set the alarm for 7,” I told him. “I’ve got an extra toothbrush you can use. You can shower here, and I’ll run you over to school, ok?” He pushed back against me and said “sure.”
Within 5 seconds he was purring and I knew he’d gone back to sleep.
I scooted over, found my phone and set the alarm for 6:00. Then I recoupled with his backside and fell back to sleep.
The soft sounds of the alarm woke me. I got out of bed and jumped in the shower after gathering up his clothes and some of my own and throwing them into the washer. After I was done with my shower, I went by the laundry room and gathered the wet clothes that had just finished the spin cycle and threw them in the dryer. By 6:45 I had the coffee percolating and by 7 I went back into the bedroom. The smell of the coffee must have woken him up because he was leaning against a couple of pillows set against the headboard.
His arms were up and crossed behind his head. He had a dark patch of hair under each arm. I love armpit hair and immediately started to chub up. He had small but solid biceps that formed mounds on each upper arm. His chest was solid. It was not very muscular but was solid. His nipples were puffy and a dark pink.
I brought him over his coffee. It was black and told him I hoped he liked it that way as I handed him the mug. He smiled at me and mumbled “maybe we can put some ½ and ½ in your fridge if we’re doing this again.”
I heard him, smiled and nodded, and said, “I’ll pick some up today. But, for now, you’d better get a move on if you’re class it at 8.”
He drank a little coffee and we chatted about nothing. He eventually got up and headed to the bathroom. I heard the shower start to run and went down to check on the dryer. The timer showed 15 minutes. “Perfect,” I thought.
It took him just over 15 minutes to finish up in the shower. When he did, he found my king bed made and his still warm and nicely folded clothes sitting on the edge of the bed.
He smiled at me and said, “I can’t believe you did that,” as he pulled his shirt over his head. I admired him as he dressed. When he was ready, we passed through kitchen to the garage, and I handed him a granola bar I had taken out for him.
He got in the car and crouched down on the seat. I got in and his hand found my lap and he started to slowly rub me through my shorts. I smiled as I backed out of the driveway. It took less than 10 minutes to get to the parking lot of the community college.
“So,” I asked, “what’s up for later?”
“I’m done at 1,” he replied, “and I don’t work today. What do you have in mind?”
“How about I pick you up at 1:15 right here and we go back to my place?”
He smiled, nodded and said, “see you later, then.”
I drove back to my place. I have to admit, I was “smitten.” It’s the only word I can think to use. The sex was great, of course. But our conversations between the sex were also great. Based on the limited conversation we’d had, I found Jacob to be smart and with a quick sense of humor. He also demonstrated a bit of common sense that is lacking in many people these days, not just the young.
Attending community college, for example, demonstrated to me a great deal of common sense. He would get all of the core courses out of the way at a fraction of the cost and then apply at one of our many fine state schools to finish his bachelor's degree. We sparred a bit about that, and his debating skills were on display. Playing devil’s advocate, I challenged the decision, arguing that it would really depend on the quality of the teaching and, in my opinion, your chances of being taught by a better teacher were probably greater at a four-year school.
“Not true,” he said, “I’d argue the reverse. At a four-year university you are either going to find a tenured literature professor who is forced to teach one class of freshman composition every year. He or she could be great at Dickens but lousy at grammar or sentence structure. Or, worse, lousy at the fundamentals and pissed off at having to spend time teaching freshmen skills they should have begun to pick up in 8th grade, at the latest. And if you didn’t wind up with a tenured professor, you could just as likely end up with a Grad Student or part-timer trying to hook into a full-time position. Any one of those,” he said, “could be worse than what I’m getting at the community college.”
I could, of course, have debated that all night, but that’s not the point: the point is that I’d somehow found—in a drive thru window—a 20-year-old who could carry on a decent conversation. As I said, I was smitten. And very much in lust.
When I drove up at around 1:10 he was standing there, checking his phone. I was happy. On the way over it occurred to me that he could just as easily blow me off as show up. But he was there, waiting.
He climbed into my G Wagon and we drove back to my place. He started to crouch down as we neared the entrance to my subdivision, but I told him not to bother. In the middle of the day there’s rarely anyone around and I also had an idea that would address my concern with him being seen by the neighbors.
We pulled up into the driveway and I left the car in front of the garage.
“Let me show you around,” I said, a little louder than was necessary.
I opened the door and gave him a tour of the first floor. When we arrived in the family room he said “Holy Shit” at the sight before him. The whole wall facing out was glass and on the other side of the glass lay all the modern marvels of suburban living—the pool, the spa, the outdoor kitchen with a tv mounted under a cabana roof, all surrounded by an 8 foot tall white fence.
“Let’s save that for last,” I said. I showed him my office that was at the front of the house and facing the street, then steered him upstairs.
“You’ve seen the master. Let me show you the other bedrooms.” There were three others on that floor, each with its own full bath. A half bath and the laundry room were the only other two rooms on the floor. I opened the door and pointed him upstairs to the third floor.
When he was at the top of the stairs he said, “geez, why do you need all of these bedrooms,” because laid out in front of him was another bedroom, with its own sitting area and another full bath.
“I don’t know what we were thinking when we bought it,” I replied. “I was probably thinking more of resale value than anything else, to be truthful.”
We went back downstairs and out into the backyard. It was a beautiful late summer September day. About 82 degrees with a slight breeze. We sat on a couple of lounge chairs on the pool deck. The pool was heated, so I would keep it open until mid-October or so.
“So,” I asked, “what do you think?”
“Unreal,” he said, “I can’t believe you live here by yourself.”
“Well,” I said, “I was thinking about that. I know we just met but I was wondering whether you’d like to rent the top floor? If you’re serious about your place not being conducive to a guy going to a college, this would be the perfect opportunity for you, no?”
He was thinking about it. He had all kinds of questions, chief among them was what would happen if it turned out that we didn’t like each other? We talked about that, with me assuring him that all we would ever have to be is truthful. “If we’re truthful with each other,” I said, “we can deal with the rest.”
His one last question had to do with school. “Right now my apartment and job are right on a bus line that takes me back and forth from school. That’s how I usually get back and forth,” he said. “In fact, when I said that if you would give me a ride home it would save me from asking my roommate, that was a little white lie. You saved me from taking the bus!”
I laughed and got up from the lounge chair and said, “follow me.”
We entered my garage from the backdoor. I flicked the light on. Sitting in the second bay was a late model Ford Mustang GT Premium. I’d been storing it with a friend but asked him to drive it over that day.
“Wow,” he said, “this is nice.” He was right. Metallic Green convertible with black piping and a black interior. It’s a very nice car.
“Is this yours,” he asked and then slapped his forehead muttering “dumb question.” I laughed and said, “Yes, it’s mine. I have a client who owns car dealerships up here in the Northeast and down in Florida. He pays me to consult on his business and it’s usually in cash. Last year he gave me this as a bonus. I usually leave it in his showroom because it draws people in. I take it out occasionally but not that much. I assume you have a license and if you do, and can learn how to drive it, then your transportation needs are solved, no?”
He just stood there. Stunned. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“No,” I’m serious. “It’s a five-speed manual so I assume I’ll have to teach you to drive it, but it’s really not as hard as it sounds.”
“I could teach you now, if you’re interested?”
“Now? No, not now,” he stammered. “Now I’m going to show you how appreciative I am of all this. I’m not saying ‘yes’ yet—I need to think about it—but this is all generous—too generous—and I need to thank you for that. Properly.”
So, we went up to my bedroom. In the far corner of the room was a reading nook, complete with a comfortable chair, hassock and reading light. He led me to the chair and pointed to it. I sat. He moved the hassock aside. Smiling at me, he pulled his shirt up over his head. I once again marveled at the thick bush or hair under each arm and his broad chest. He unbuckled and dropped his pants and underwear, shuffling them aside with his right foot.
He stood in front of me, completely naked. His cock stuck straight out in front of him. He moved in and unbuttoned my shirt. Still seated, he unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. He then pulled my pants down my legs and whisked them away. I had gone commando that morning, so I was now naked with my 6” cock laying up against my belly, my balls hanging below, almost touching the top of the chair.
He smiled at me and got down on his knees. He took my left foot into his hand and licked the insole. Then he did the same to my right foot. His tongue continued up my right calf, licking me and leaving a trail of wet that followed his mouth. He passed my knee and then licked my thigh. He leaned forward and grabbed my balls. I shuddered as he took first one and then the other into his mouth and gently sucked. He repeated that and then began to lick my left thigh, to the frustration of my aching cock which wanted nothing more than to be enveloped in that gorgeous mouth, licked on by that talented tongue and sucked on with those perfect lips.
He licked down my thigh to my knee to my calf to my foot and then he reversed direction and did it all again. His hands were all the while on my thighs, touching, stroking and feeling them.
He approached my cock and I took it in my hand. I gently slapped the sides of his face and then held it out and slapped down on his nose and mouth. I stuck my cock in his mouth and he took it eagerly. He focused on the head. In our short time together he had figured out that tongue and mouth play on the head and the underside of the head really drove me wild. And he took his time. He licked the tip, top and bottom, like it was a creamy ice cream cone, his lips and tongue slurping up the pre-cum I’m sure I was gushing.
He spent what felt like hours licking and sucking and touching the frenulum and my whole cock. Soon, he had me in his mouth. I reached forward to touch his cock, but he batted my hand away. It was clear he wanted to service and my only job here was to be serviced. So, I arched forward and began to slowly fuck his mouth with my cock. He bobbed up and down as I slid back and forth.
His hands had found my ass and I felt a finger slip in. He quickly found my nut. And while the other hand rolled my balls around and my cock plunged in and out of his mouth, he slowly massaged my prostrate. It took all of 30 seconds for that to have an effect. Without much warning, I again arched forward and began to pump a nice load of cum into his waiting mouth.
He kept my cock in his mouth until I finished with my last squirts of cum. Then, as my cock began to deflate, he licked it clean. When he was satisfied he got it all, he lay down on top of me. Smiling up at me he said, “so how difficult is it to work a clutch?”
