Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02

... achieve with his own tiny appendage.

"What do you think, Jack?" the old man asked. "Grip it harder if you like." And as Jack tightened his grip, Arnold breathed a soft moan. "Fuck yeah. That's it, Jack. Get a good firm grip. Give it a wank if you want to."

Moving his hand slowly up and down, Jack was almost hypnotised by the way the foreskin moved back, slipping effortlessly over the wide flare to expose Arnold's shiny, swollen and wet purple glans. Then up, sliding back over, almost to the tip, releasing another long string of viscous precum. He was actually wanking another man's cock! And he liked it. God, he really liked it.

"Fuck, Jack," Arnold groaned. "You're a natural. Keep it nice and steady. Yeah, just like that."

Guiding Jack was the key. Letting him get used to holding a cock and not rushing him too. He probably didn't even know he was gay, but Arnold knew. He'd sensed it as soon as he saw him. He also knew that first timers, young or old, gay or curious, needed gentle encouragement, to go at their own pace. It was only a matter of time until Jack accepted his sexuality and Arnold wanted to be the man who benefited when he did.

It was selfish and Arnold knew it, but he was also a pragmatist. He was a 58 year old gay man living in a small rural English village. Young gay virgins weren't exactly commonplace, especially those with Jack's particular qualities. He knew they were never going to fall in love. Their relationship, if it did become that, would ...

... only ever be about sex. Pure and simple. So he would take this opportunity. He would grasp it with both hands and use it until Jack, as he guessed would eventually happen, moved on. With a bit of luck, they might, at the very least, become friends too.

For a full 5 minutes Jack worked Arnold's big, thick prick. Sitting there in awe. Watching closely. Drinking it in. Fearful he may forget.

"I think you'd better stop, Jack," Arnold's voice broke the silence as he pulled away, snapping him out of his reverie. "If you carry on, you'll have me spunking and I don't think you're ready for that yet."

But he didn't want to stop. Why would he? This was the best experience of his life. There was no humiliation or ridicule. Arnold wasn't laughing at him. Quite the opposite. His big cock was hard for him. It wanted him. It was turned on by him. It wanted to cum for him.....because of what he was doing. God. He actually felt special.

"I.........I......don't want to stop," he mewed, looking up at Arnold's red face.

"One step at a time, Jack," he explained. "I ain't going anywhere and we can do it again on Monday if you still want to," he added, pulling his shorts up and sitting back in his armchair.

Flushed and disappointed, Jack took gulps of beer as Arnold chatted and reality slowly returned. He saw kids playing on the village green through the small window of the living room. He heard the birds singing outside and all the other ordinary sounds of life as he looked back ...