Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02

... top and tied his hair up, he turned around to look for a plug socket and caught sight of Arnold standing in the doorway holding 2 cans of beer.

"You should've taken your vest off, Jack," he said, eyeing the young man's bedraggled state. "You're pissing sweat. Here, give it to me and I'll hang it outside to dry off."

"Um.....I....I'm not......I don't......" he stammered, blushing at the thought of being half naked in front of Arnold.

"Don't be fucking daft, Jack," he told him, putting the cans of beer down on the chest of drawers. "Ain't no point in being shy. Give it here," he urged and before Jack could react, he reached out, grabbed the hem of his vest and whipped it off.

Standing back momentarily, Arnold appraised the young man's skinny form. Pale, blemish free skin, soft pink nipples and, just as the rumours suggested, not a single hair in sight. Not even under his arms. The lad was a vision of beauty, especially in nothing but those tight denim shorts and trainers. His cock was already hardening.

Licking his lips, he smiled. "Have a break, Jack," he said, nodding to the bed. "Sit yourself down and have beer. You need to cool off."

Feeling vulnerable, he grabbed a can and sat down, watching Arnold's huge back as he trundled off. He tried to take comfort in the fact that the old man hadn't laughed at him, but it felt strange to be so underdressed. The last time he'd been this exposed had been in the school showers and that had never gone well. Trying to ...

... focus on something else, his mind drifted back to earlier that evening and the photo of Mason's dad. He shivered as his tiny cock hardened and he briefly wandered what it might be like to be in a similar situation, before trying pushing the thought away. Even in his fantasies he hadn't considered actually sucking Arnold's cock, yet now........now he recalled the look on Bob's face and he couldn't quite shake the thought.

They hadn't yet discussed what had happened on Friday either and Jack's stomach somersaulted at the prospect. He'd been so sure earlier in the safety of his bedroom, confident that he could tell Arnold what he'd been thinking. But now, sitting there half naked as he listened to the old man's heavy footsteps on the stairs, his confidence waivered.

"Shouldn't take long to dry out, Jack," he explained as he grabbed his beer and sat down next to him, the sheer weight causing the mattress to dip violently.

Instinctively, Jack put a hand down to steady himself, only to find it resting on Arnold's wide, hairy thigh. He looked down and his heartbeat quickened. Barely a few inches above his slender fingers was the bulge he'd held just a few days earlier, already hard. In spite of the heat of the summer evening, Jacks nipples hardened and he shivered as he looked back up to Arnold's dark smiling eyes. Something happened, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It was a look.....a shared moment....something..........

Without saying a single word, Arnold turned, ...