The Century

Let me begin by introducing myself. I am Kyle Hamlin, age 29, single and gay. I grew up and live in a large metro area in the northwest. My folks were well invested and my father had started Hamlin Distribution, a wholesale supply company from a start up with one delivery van to what is now one of two major distributorships in the state with a fleet of fourteen trucks, two warehouses, and employs sixty plus people. While still in high school, I would work the summers running stock in the warehouses, played on the company softball team but was never a total jock. At 6’ 2” sandy blonde hair and skinny I wasn’t big or strong enough to make the football team and so totally uncoordinated that basketball was out of the question, but I did like the intramural teams. Nothing noteworthy athletically, just enjoying the sport. But my private passion has always been music, classical music.

I came out to my folks the summer after my freshman year at university. They took it well and were frankly not at all surprised like they had known all along and were just waiting for me to let them in on it. I have known I was gay since junior high when a buddy and I started fooling around together after school. About twice a week we would get out of school and end up in Billy’s basement  with our pants down, dicks out, erect and jacking off spanking our cum shots into a bucket on a small table in the corner. Still quite awkward with understanding what it all meant to be gay and attracted to guys, we would occasionally reach for and jack the others dick. I never did suck Billy’s dick, nor he mine, but those times together were enough for me to know that I really liked to be with guys and really liked what I was learning to do with my 8 inches of uncut cock. My high school years were uneventful. Billy was the only one I ever messed around with and didn’t get into sucking dick until going to university. Then it was only with my roommate Ross. The first two weeks together as roomies we revealed to each other that we were both into guys. I was gay and he was bi. Being a workout fanatic he had a great build and a nice sturdy six inch cut dick that was perfect for sucking, easy to swallow whole, and could cum buckets when properly motivated. Ross got me into a workout routine going to the gym at least twice a week which gave me some upper body chest development, nice legs and a tight ass that looked great in the Levis. Our dorm suite was one of the newer buildings on campus so we had our own bathroom and shower in the room. After working out we would get to our room and hit the shower together. Sometimes we jacked each other off, finger fucked or swapped blowjobs to swallow each others jizz. Other times we showered, toweled off and would lay in one of the beds and 69 until we had both blown, tasted and shared our loads. It wasn’t until the beginning of our senior year that Ross and I got the courage to fuck and take each other in the ass. That last year with Ross was when I learned what it was to be “versatile”. I liked having my 8 inches buried and cumming in Ross’s tight fuck hole which he could masterfully manipulate around my dick while I was pounding away. I liked getting my dick sucked and sucking his dick going down on him regularly and getting pretty darn good at it. I liked the taste of cum, both his and my own. I was getting to be a pretty good fuck as top, but I really loved having Ross’s six inches of solid dick sliding in and out of my ass, working my hole, hitting my spot and keeping me hard and oozing pre-cum until he would cum. He was a marathon top and could poke my hole for an hour or more before blowing his load of cum in my ass, after which he liked to hop onto his knees for me to fuck him doggie and return the favor of cum-dumping my load into him. He could often times jerk himself off again for a second cum load while I was ramming him from behind. Sometimes he would tell me to stop and he would take over and do all the work. With me kneeling perfectly still behind him, my dick firmly planted in his ass, he would rock back and forth working his fuck hole around my stiff prick drawing me in to the root, then pinching and gliding off the length of my cock to nearly the tip, them back again literally milking the cum out of me, like jacking me off with only his asshole. Some of the best orgasms in memory are Ross fucking on my dick as he bottomed for my cum. After we had fucked and were both spent, I liked lying with him finding his “hot spots” like wet kisses on his neck just under the jaw line, soft touches in the bend of his elbows or the back of his legs, a simple footsie rub or playing with the hair on his treasure trail that was thick and curly from his navel into his pube bush. He was so sensitive on his treasure trail that if I got it just right his balls hanging low would roll and his dick would twitch. I would especially like sitting at my desk after a good fuck studying or laying on the bed listening to my music and suddenly feel a wetness as Ross’s cum would ooze out of my fuck hole leaving a damp wet spot in my boxers or trickling down my leg. We had stayed roomies together all four years at the university, the last year of course being the best. After graduating we lost touch. Ross took off for the east coast somewhere and I came back to Hamlin Distribution Company with my business degree.

I started out with a management position for the smaller of the two warehouses. After three years, the senior manager opted for early retirement and I acquired management of both warehouses. I had saved enough during those first years to put a down payment on a condo in the city. It was nothing elaborate, a modest two bedroom but perfectly located for me. There was a large ten acre city park a few blocks to the west. I am sure there is a formal historical name for the park but it was simply known as “the park” divided into the four areas of north south east and west so if someone told you to meet at East Park, you knew where to go. My apartment condo was conveniently located to catch the inner city metro transit system. The bus connection was two blocks to the east and a 15 minute ride to and from the Hamlin offices. I had a car but rarely drove anywhere. The two years I have had my car I only put three thousand miles on it and most of that was a road trip to Vegas.

Life was good, the business was strong and growing and then we got the bad news. Dad had a late summer cold and couldn’t seem to get over it. After finally giving in to see the doctor, the labs came back with the difficult news of a stage four, fast and vicious cancer. A cancer so advanced that the usual regimen of chemo, etc was literally pointless and in a matter of twelve weeks dad was gone and we were in the chaos of executing the will, the estate, his extensive investment portfolio and the business. By the end, my mother was nearly $1.5 million to the good, selling the house and moving to warmer weather and nearer to her brother in Santa Barbara. I was now, at 29 years old, the Owner, President and CEO of Hamlin Distribution.

With the new responsibility to the company came a change in my routine. My usual routine of getting into the office by 8:00am shifted drastically. For the last two months I was awake at 5:00am, showered, dressed casual in jeans and sport shirt and at 6:00am had walked the two  blocks from my place and was ordering my coffee at the coffee bar in the newly restored Century Building. Coffee and laptop in hand I would head for a quiet corner table to plug in my ear buds to the classical station, run my online news pages, check the scheduling calendar, review proposed business strategies, cruise postings from F B “friends”, and maybe run a puzzle game or two as time permitted until it was time to head for the end of the block for the 7:20 metro to my office. The building was named “The Century” because it had recently celebrated its centennial of construction. Four years ago there was a huge grand opening by the investment group that had taken the property and put major money into restoring the original façade but doing a total rebuild and makeover inside. At twenty stories, it had been one of the tallest buildings in the city for years until downtown city center exploded with the mega-towers. The Century was host to several high end retail stores, a family style steak and seafood restaurant and now the coffee shop on the street level with office and professional spaces leased to the fourteenth floor. Floors fifteen to twenty were new condo apartments with luxury views of the downtown skyline to the south, the water front and bay to the west or the mountains to the north and east. The coffee bar was one of the latest and newest businesses to come in and was my morning refuge to catch up on events, collect my thoughts for the day and what lies ahead. At least that was the routine until as of recently. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday for the last two weeks I have spotted and kept a sly eye on this gorgeous guy who, like me, sits quietly in a corner reading a book or newspaper, either Wall Street or the local Tribune. He looks to be about my age, but could be a bit older and just looks younger guessing he is about 5’ 7”, squared shoulders, trim waist, dressed classy casual in the button dress shirt, dockers, and custom Converse kicks with a neat trim on his dark almost black hair and the two day scruff on his face precisely trimmed and edged. Occasionally he would make eye contact with those killer neon blue eyes and lately given each other the polite silent nod to acknowledge “hey, you again, how’s it going?” As he would return to the counter for a second cup refill he would pass by my seat even if there was a more direct path to his table. That is until today, a Friday, when on his exit he quietly stopped at my table and with a smile that could melt butter at fifteen paces, placed a business card on the table and simply walked away. The hand written note read, “Hey, ‘Classical’, did you see the bulletin board? University Chamber Strings doing Vivaldi Four Seasons, concert in West Park, 6:oopm tonight. Care to join me?” The note closed with a single initial “J”. I flipped the card over and immediately recognized the logo of Rubicon Information Technology and realized this was Jason Bergman, CEO of Rubicon. My heart skipped a beat, or two, or three, I lost count. I quickly and nervously closed all my internet tabs and ran a google search on Rubicon I T to learn it was a venture capital start up six years ago specializing in custom business apps, smart phone gaming apps and commercial I T security protection, recently going public with an IPO and a current estimated market value in the high triple digit millions. What do I do? What should I do? Checking the time I was going to have to hustle to catch the metro to the office. Once on the metro I had time to calm down, read again the note from Jason and decided to go for it. I put his information in my phone as started a text. “Jason, ‘Classical’ here from the coffee shop. Thanks for the heads up on Vivaldi and yes, I would be happy to meet you at the concert. This will be an excellent way to end the week. Thanks, Kyle Hamlin.” (send) Too quick? Too urgent? Too desperate? Ten minutes later the return text came. “Excellent, looking forward to this evening. Should be fun. Look for the yellow flag and blue chairs. If you have no prior commitments, possibly dinner after the concert at the Century, say 8:00ish? C u tonight, Jason.” Okay, this is going well so far. One final reply then signing off... “Concert at 6:00, no plans, dinner at Century sounds great, Kyle.”

So it’s 2:00pm now, getting absolutely nothing completed being anxious about meeting up with Jason, the concert, dinner… think it is time to go home, relax and get ready for tonight. That would mean eating something light so as not to ruin the dinner later, and finding just the right clothes, probably the yellow polo, navy plaid boxers under the navy cargos and no socks in the blue converse, yup that should do it.

The reminder alarm went off at 5:00, Kyle hit the shower and headed out the door for W           est Park. There was quite a crowd gathered so Kyle was pleased to spot the yellow flag and approached seeing Jason sitting in a twin-seat camping chair, the kind that you see on the beach where your butt rests six inches off the ground, knees propped up, and in a naturally reclined posture.

“Jason? Bergman?” extending the hand and received with a solid grip in return. “Hi, Kyle Hamlin, it’s great to finally meet you instead just an awkward nod now and then, and thanks again for bringing my attention to the Vivaldi thing… really looking forward to this. I saw many performances from the university music department when I was there, so I know how good they can be. These concerts are part of the music program required for graduation…. And now I’m rambling aren’t I? Sorry, oh god… can you tell I’m a bit nervous?”

Jason gave a slight chuckle and a big smile and replied, “Kyle, so nice to finally meet YOU, too, and yes I agree this is much nicer than the odd nods across a cup of coffee. Please sit, I grabbed a concert program for you.” Trying not to be too obvious, Kyle scanned Jason from head to toe taking it all in. That GQ face with the trimmed scruff, the close fitting black v-neck t-shirt letting some short dark chest hair peak out just above a nicely developed set of pecs and clinging just tight enough to indicate the presence of a tight six-pack of abs. Was that a small bump of hardware on his left nipple? Dear god, he’s pierced with a nipple ring. Kyle’s dick gave an unexpected twitch. Jason’s gray linen tweed walking shorts fit trimly around what had to be a thirty inch waste ending just above the knee which left the dark hairs on his legs in plain view. Not a total gorilla, but plenty of hair to be furry enough to cuddle. Another twitch from Kyle’s dick and he would soon be tenting in his own shorts. And the shoes, no socks in silver/gray Vans. Kyle had to ask himself why someone / anyone like Jason would even be interested enough to give him the time of day. There must be something here worth pursuing. Taking the seat next to Jason, Kyle continued…  “So how did you know I would be interested, and how did you pick up on pegging me as ‘Classical’ on your note this morning?”

“Well that’s a bit of an embarrassing tell on myself. I would pass by your table and catch a peek at your screen. You would be looking at spread sheets or reading an article, but you always had the radio station icon popped up in the corner, always. So with that and the ear buds I just concluded you were partial to the masters. Sorry for being a snoop.”

“Oh, no apologies, just wondering because I would have regretted missing this later.”

Pleasantries passed and Kyle finally relaxing a bit, he shared the extremely abbreviated version of his history omitting the Ross part all the while looking at and checking out everything about Jason Bergman reminding his cock to stay down.“So looking at you, I’m guessing you scored some kind of athletic scholarships or 4.0 super brain grants?”

The concert became less a priority and drifted into the background as Kyle was intently listening as Jason shared his history every so often accentuating parts of his telling with a knee bump to Kyle, or a shoulder tap, or a lean in with a laugh and a smile. He explained his gymnastic athletic accomplishments in high school, taking two state championships high bar, floor-ex and horse where his strongest routines. Kyle thought to himself that would explain the great body and build that he still maintains. Jason explained the relationship with a strict and controlling career military father who bought Jason’s ticket into an Ivy League school because, according to dad, “You will be in law come hell or high water”. Things changed when his dad was killed in a freak military training exercise. Suddenly free, Jason quickly switched his career path, getting into MIT and chasing his first love of computers, new challenges in cyber technology, everything and anything tech-wise. While at MIT there was Jason and two others who became a trio of tech “rebels” that stayed together after graduation which morphed into what is now Rubicon. With Jason’s family money from his mother’s side (inherited wealth), he was able to fund and finance the start up of Rubicon and the rest is history as the Rubicon team developed niche markets for the business apps and smart phone gaming apps. But the real purpose of Rubicon, and least talked about, was what Rubicon was doing at the level of designing corporate security protocols. In a matter of a few short years they were now connected to many major Fortune 500’s, government contracts, and were going international, which as Jason explained, was why he had just recently been going to the coffee shop. For the last six months he and his business partners had been taking turns hopping between Australia, South Africa and London securing contact and contracts.

Time had warped when they both realized that at 7:45 concert was over and the crowd was dispersing.  Jason reached over putting his hand on Kyle’s knee giving it a squeeze… “Well I guess that’s our cue to move along, huh? So how about drinks and dinner? I’m getting a bit hungry”, as they stood and headed out of the park. Kyle stopped short and asked, “What about your chairs and stuff, we need to take those with us.” Jason replied, “No, the guys will take care of that for us, we can go on” which Kyle thought was an odd thing to say that made him ask “What exactly does that mean when you say ‘the guys will take care of that’?” Hesitatingly Jason explained that along with Rubicon’s involvement with the government contracts and now the international groups coming in, each of the Rubicon group had a high level of security clearance. “So with that, some government muckies in security think we could be targeted for kidnapping or extortion so we have a security detail within sight whenever we are out of residence. It’s all very “James Bondish” don’t you think? It turns out to be a combination of security, valet, butler etc. so when I say ‘the guys will take care of it’, that’s what it means.”

The short walk a few blocks and they were at the restaurant. Reaching for the door Jason had stopped and was going into the main lobby of the building. Seeing the puzzled look on Kyle’s face he said, “That’s not the place. There’s a private grill on the top floor, very exclusive that only a very select few know about. C’mon it’s this way.” Walking through the lobby he gives a nod and faux salute to a man sitting behind a courtesy desk, “Hey Carl, how’s things tonight?” Returning the “salute” Carl replied, “Uneventful Mr. Bergman. In for the night?” Jason nodded and kept walking past the elevators to a single door at the rear of the lobby. Pulling a key card from his wallet he scanned the card to a screen and the door clicked and popped open. “Right this way good sir” as they stepped into what was a discrete private elevator. The panel read numbers fifteen to twenty. Scanning his card again, he pushed “twenty” and they were moving. The elevator stopped and the rear door of the car opened to another regular looking door. Upon entering Kyle realized he was in Jason’s private residence on the top floor. “Welcome to my place. Shoes off at the door, please. That was a house rule growing up and it just stuck with me. Make yourself comfy and I will give you the bargain quickie tour, but first we need some ambiance.” “Max”, he called out and a chime sounded. “Max let’s have some classical music, soft and low, say #3. Thank you, Max”. Two chimes sounded and music filled the apartment. As Jason led on with the tour he explained MAX was a high tech system that monitored everything in the apartment. The living room space had a deep cushion extra long couch and two recliners in front of a massive flat screen television over the fireplace. The kitchen was beautifully fitted with granite counters and breakfast bar, professional appliances, chef style cook top, a large twelve seat dining table in the corner by a glass wall to a balcony with a full outdoor grilling kitchen on the deck and an amazing view of the water front. Continuing the tour they turned the corner down the hallway past a powder room, then the guest room with a full bathroom that obviously doubled as an office with an array of computer monitors on a desk that took the entire length of the back wall. Last stop was the master bedroom with a massive king size bed centered on the wall, higher than usual sitting on a platform of drawers and under bed storage. Another large television over another fireplace and a solid wall of glass looking out onto another deck with a panorama view of the mountains. “So that’s the place” Jason was saying, “not real huge, just shy of two thousand square feet but more than plenty to meet my needs” and he reached for Kyle’s hand and led him back to the kitchen. “Bar is in the corner, fix what you want, and if you would be so kind, I would like a double or better bourbon and water on the rocks please. Then you can join me skewering kabobs for the grill.” Jason set out the shrimp, pearl onions, chunks of red and yellow bell peppers, and some kind of white veggie that was unfamiliar to Kyle. After skewering several of the sticks, Jason opened a jar explaining, “this is the family secret marinade that will make everything it touches taste amazing. Here, try a bit”. Kyle followed Jason’s lead, dipping his finger in the sauce to taste and a large drip hit his chin. Jason quickly reached over wiping the drip from Kyle’s chin. Kyle caught his hand and quickly led the sticky finger to his open mouth sucking it in down to the knuckle, then gave it several flicks with his tongue. Met with a groan of approval from Jason, Kyle released the finger and Jason quickly moved in for a kiss, softly at first, then a bit more aggressive, mouths open and tongues battling the breaths getting shorter. Jason reached around pulling Kyle close enough to feel the rising bump in his cargos. Kyle in turn ran his hand around Jason’s waist, running his hand under his shirt, up his back feeling the strong lat muscles and around to the front to feel the firmness of his chest, the whisps of hair in the center, and to the pecks teasing the nipples standing at attention feeling the small ring pierced in the left nipple. Kyle’s hand continued traveling down following the treasure trail of trimmed hair to his belt then lifting his shirt up and over his head. Now fully exposed, Kyle took a moment to take it all in and appreciate how gorgeous his body was. Kyle kissed his chest and playfully gripped the nipple ring in his teeth and gave a gentle tug causing Jason to let out a soft moan. Returning to his lips, they kissed again, softy biting Jason’s bottom lip, pulling, nibbling, then tongues out again taking turns prodding each other. Jason suddenly stopped and pulled back looking Kyle in the eye, “Are you ok with this? Are you sure? I don’t want to start anything that we can’t finish.” Giggling, Kyle replied, “Oh I have no problem taking this and us to the finish line. I just hope it’s not a 100 yard dash. I’m thinking more marathon.” “In that case” Jason said, give me a second. Hello Max, (ding) please stop recording, turn off all cameras and delete all files start time 8:00pm today. Thank you, Max. (ding ding) Security. Sometimes we have client meetings here in the apartment and everything is documented. Now where were we?” Kyle reached around Jason  pulling him in close reaching to undo the button on his shorts. Kyle deftly popped the button and undid the zipper letting the shorts fall to the floor, Jason kicking them off to the side. Jason was commando as Kyle looked at the perfect cock and balls in front of him seeing a neatly trimmed and manicured layer of dark pube hair and his dick root and ball sack neatly shaved. Kyle’s hand wrapped around the seven plus inches of uncut semi-hard dick working the foreskin back releasing the wide head and crown of Jason’s meat. Finding a large pearl drop of pre-cum at the tip, Kyle swiped it with his finger and brought it to his mouth. He reached again for Jason’s cock, sliding the skin back and forth slowly jacking his dick with the other hand reaching to massage his low hanging balls to discover a cock ring around the base. A cock ring custom made, a serpent made of white gold, three bands wrapped around the base of his cock and the snakes head with two tiny red ruby chip eyes turned slightly forward poking out over the top at the root of his now completely erect dick. Jason leaned in for another kiss tugging Kyle’s shirt up and over his head tossing it to the corner where his shirt and shorts lay. Kyle hastily undid his belt and shorts, dropping them and kicking them to the growing pile of discarded clothes. Jason grabbed the elastic of Kyle’s boxers, tugging and leading him to the couch taking a seat. Holding Kyle at the hips, he slipped his hand through the open fly pulling Kyle’s eight inches of stiffening cock into view slow working the foreskin back and forth moving in to lick the growing drop of salty sweet pre-cum at the slit opening. Pulling the boxers down, Kyle’s growing cock popped back up hitting Jason in the chin. Without missing a beat, Jason gripped it again, pulled the skin back and licked the tip and slit before taking it in his mouth wrapping his tongue in circles around the crown. Slowly working his way down, he had the entire length of Kyle lodged to the back of his throat opening and closing working his throat around the head reaching for his balls he gently rolling them in his hand. Releasing his lip lock on Kyle he kissed the length of his cock down to his balls and took first one then both in his mouth, sucking and prodding all the while slowly jacking the cock held in his hand. Kyle put his hands on Jason’s shoulder and pushed him flat laying on the couch, spun around and in prone position climbed onto the couch beside him. Now head to toe he took hold of Jason’s dick taking his mouth to it and swallowing it whole until the neatly trimmed pubes were tickling his nose. Jason likewise returned his mouth to Kyle’s dick and fell into a mutual sixty-nine rhythm. Feeling his balls ache, Kyle knew he was building up to shoot his load, all too soon. Letting Jason’s cock fall away, Kyle pulled himself away from Jason’s expert cock sucking. Facing him, Kyle lay down on top of Jason, hard cocks touching side by side. Holding his face, Kyle kissed again, tongues dueling. Kyle came away from Jason and starting at his chin began with a series of gentle kisses. First the chin, then nuzzling the side of his neck under the ear, moving to his neck down to his chest stopping to lazily pull on the chest hair with his lips then kissing and licking his nipples alternating and playing with the pierced ring. Now focused on the dark treasure trail, Kyle kissed and tugged his way down, past the navel, smelling the musky man scent in Jason’s bush, then to the prize at hand. Taking the now totally erect cock in his hand, Kyle gripped Jason’s man-meat, looked him square in the eye, “time to get serious. I’m gonna suck you dry and have you cum so hard you’ll forget your name.” Without hesitation Kyle completely engulfed Jason taking him in his mouth. Smiling, Jason folded his hands behind his head, propped back and let Kyle work his oral magic first sucking and deep throating the cock before him, nibbling and poking his tongue under and around the foreskin, jacking his dick while licking at the taint beneath his balls, then taking the entire ball sack in his mouth. Feeling his orgasm starting to build, Jason felt his balls move and pull up tight as Kyle steadily worked the cock in his mouth. Jason started to fidget and twitch with his balls now feeling full and needing release. Kyle felt the cock in his mouth suddenly grow even harder letting him know Jason was getting close. Jason began thrusting matching stroke for stroke to Kyle’s mouth. With a groan Jason reached for a hold on Kyle’s head, muttered something about god and “being there, here it is, here it is…” Kyle felt Jason’s cock give a strong pulse. Grabbing hold of his balls and tugging, he locked his lips just below the rim on the head of Jason’s dick as a long solid squirt shot to back of his throat filling his mouth with the warm sweet taste of cum. Before he could decide whether or not to swallow, a second, then a third volley of jizz erupted overfilling Kyle’s mouth cum now drooling down collecting in a puddle on Jason’s pubes. Finally getting enough time to swallow, Kyle was amazed at the sweet taste of Jason’s load flooding his mouth as Jason continued to empty his balls, bursts four, five, six continued to fill Kyle’s mouth again and trickle down the length of cock firmly planted in his mouth. At last spent, Jason was able to catch his breath. Kyle pulled his mouth from the softening dick licking up and down the length of Jason’s cock then nibbled and slurped at the puddle of cum gathered in Jason’s pubes. With cum on Kyle’s face Jason leaned forward taking Kyle by the neck pulling him in for a kiss. Tasting his own load on Kyle’s face and mouth, they kissed and licked until all evidence of Jason’s orgasm was gone. “Holy crap dude,” Jason exclaimed, “I do believe you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Where did you ever learn to suck a cock like that? I know I can spunk off a good load, but that was amazing.” Smiling at the compliment, Kyle gave Jason’s now soft dick a tug and a kiss. “My turn to taste you now” Jason said as he pulled Kyle forward to straddle him across his chest and bring him close enough to take Kyle in his mouth. Licking the length of Kyle’s eight inches, Jason took his time reaching the tip, pulling the foreskin back and taking the flared head deep into his mouth. With a grunt of approval Kyle started moving his hips back and forth face-fucking Jason. Expertly working Kyle’s cock he suddenly slipped out from under, flipping Kyle onto his back. Continuing the oral assault on the now rigid meat, Jason took the full eight inches deep into his mouth until nestling his face into the bush of soft blonde pubes. Jason gripped Kyle’s balls and positioned himself to take them in his mouth. Starting at his ass hole, slowing licking and teasing he took both of Kyle’s balls in his mouth while gently rubbing a wet finger on Kyle’s hole. The sensation of Jason expertly sucking his dick and finger teasing at his fuck hole was more than Kyle could take. Without warning his cock suddenly quivered and let fly with a volley of jizz shooting straight up and landing on his abs followed by two more hard shots to his chin and chest. Jason was equally surprised at the unexpected cum explosion but quickly moved his mouth to the head of Kyle’s dick to be rewarded with the last two bursts of cum. Licking and savoring the tart taste, Jason released his mouth grip and began to lick and taste the streaks of jizz on Kyle’s stomach and chest. With the cum collected in his mouth, savoring the flavor he kissed Kyle who darted his tongue out to open Jason’s mouth and share the jizz with a wet kiss. “That was something beyond amazing” Kyle said as Jason crawled forward laying himself full on covering Kyle’s cum-soaked torso. “I whole heartedly agree with that opinion” Jason responded giving another kiss. “I think it best to hit the shower before lighting the grill, yes?” Kyle asked. Jason replied “Oh yes, absolutely”, slowly rising off of Kyle’s sticky body, taking him by the hand helping him off the couch, Jason led him to the master bath shower to catch their breath and clean up.