Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02

Thanks for everyone who commented so positively on the first part.......

This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictional. It contains mild incestuous voyeurism and continues in the same vein as the first part. Hopefully you'll enjoy.

He'd said it. He'd actually asked to see Arnold's cock! Jack couldn't quite believe what was happening. A few minutes ago, they'd been sitting together, drinking a beer and chatting about......he couldn't remember. Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore because, after what he'd just said, Jack knew everything was about to change.

He sat nervously waiting for Arnold's reaction, watching the old man's big hands gripping the arms of his chair as he leaned forward. Arnold didn't say a word. The silence was palpable and Jack began to anticipate the worst. Most likely some form of "gotcha" that would soon be spreading around the village like wildfire. Maybe something worse. Something Jack couldn't quite imagine as his eyes fixated on the old man's huge bulk rising. He was regretting it now and was beyond nervous. Physically trembling.

With his heart pounding, so hard he began to feel lightheaded, Jack's vision blurred. Blinking and squeezing his eyelids tightly, trying to regain his focus, he watched Arnold walking the few short steps towards him, moving in snapshots. With one final blink he was there, standing right in front of him. Jack could almost feel the heat of the old man's bulge, fighting against the constraints ...

... of his shorts, warming his flushed face. This was the closest he'd ever been to another man's cock, but after years of ridicule, he still couldn't shake the sense of foreboding.

"It's ok, Jack," Arnold's voice drifted down reassuringly. "Ain't nothing wrong with 2 men having a bit of fun. You've done the hard bit. Now all you have to do is pull my shorts down and you'll get to see what you've been wanting to see all week."

Without realising he'd stopped breathing, Jack exhaled. It wasn't a joke or some kind of cruel ruse. Arnold really was going to let him see it. Jack's tiny cock was spilling precum at such a rate, his groin was sopping wet. He watched his own trembling hands rising up, as if he was just a bystander watching on. They looked so small against Arnolds huge belly before disappearing under the T-shirt. Fumbling to find the waistband, Arnold's flesh felt warm and taut and furry before his fingertips slipped behind the elasticated material.

"That's it, Jack," he heard the old man say. "You're doing fine. Don't be frightened. Ain't nothing to be scared of."

The first thing he saw was a thick mass of black pubic hair as he gently pulled the shorts down. There looked to be more hair above Arnold's cock than he had on his whole body. It glistened as the evening sunlight danced across the each wiry strand. A little lower and the base of the old man's cock came into view. It looked thick. Much thicker than his brother's. The skin looked darker too.

Jack ...