Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02

... towards Arnold, sitting in his chair. If it wasn't for the drying precum on his arm and his own wet groin, he might have thought it hadn't happened at all.

Then, without even being aware of it, Jack was at the front door and Arnold was speaking. "Have a think about what we've done tonight, Jack," he said as he opened the door. "It's a lot to take in, but if you still want to on Monday, we'll go a bit further."

Over the course of weekend and whilst going through his normal routines and chores, Jack questioned himself. He thought hard. He probably didn't realise how lucky he was that Arnold hadn't 'encouraged' him to go further and given him time to reflect. He probably wasn't aware that some other men wouldn't have been so thoughtful. Jack was disappointed though, but that in itself meant something didn't it? The whole experience, albeit quite short, had been so overwhelming, yet it had felt right. It had felt natural and he'd wanted to see Arnold cum. He wasn't sure if it meant he was gay, but.........

Late on Saturday evening, whilst his parents were out at the pub, Jack waited in his bedroom for the tell tale signs that his brother wanking. It was the first time he actually planned to watch and was already hard when he slipped quietly into the hall. Why Mark never fully closed his bedroom door, Jack didn't know, but tonight he was especially glad. Tonight was different from all the other times.

As always, Mark was lying naked on his bed. His cock was so ...

... different to Arnold's. It was much paler in colour, smoother and definitely not as thick. With no foreskin he could see the bulbous glans was pink. Arnold's was much darker. He liked the way Mark would stop occasionally, look down at himself whilst holding his cock at the base, before continuing. It was almost like he was admiring it. He thought of how proud Arnold had seemed and now, looking at his brother, he thought Mark looked proud too. He had good looking cock. It was prettier than Arnold's, but then, Arnold's was a man's cock.

Briefly, he wondered what Mark might be thinking and then his imagination took over. Mark was calling him in and not at all angry that he'd been watching. He told Jack to sit next to him and showed his cock off to him, gripping it at the base so it stood proud. Then he told Jack to hold it, just the way Arnold had and then........Jack forced himself to stop. He knew what he was thinking was wrong and guilt consumed him. Instead he just watched and waited. He counted them off in his head. 6 long spurts of spunk, shooting almost to his neck. It looked so white and creamy as it splattered over his chest and stomach. God, he wished he could shoot like that. Then as Mark turned to get tissues, Jack slipped back to his bedroom thinking thoughts he shouldn't be thinking.

He masturbated twice. Once on Saturday evening and once on Sunday. Now that he'd seen and held Arnold's cock, his imagination seemed to spiral. He began thinking things he'd never thought ...