April squirmed. That was Jett’s hand on his cock, pulling the skin and making it go over the head. “Hey,” he whispered, “we were supposed to compare or something.”
There was sweat pooling at the small of his back, but what Jett was doing to him wasn’t all unpleasant. Jett stood up and pulled him to his feet. Then he pushed his jeans down a little and freed his balls, too. April looked, trying hard to convince himself he didn’t, really, he didn’t want to touch that heavy delicious sack.
Jett’s hand was inside his pants, too, and this time, April didn’t protest. Jett pressed their cocks together, aligning them. April watched at the difference in skin tone, surprised at the darker color of Jett’s cock and how white his own looked in comparison. Also, Jett’s cock looked like it had seen plenty of action, a bit more rugged, with thick veins crossing over, while his was smooth and pale, and definitely thinner.
There was little comfort in the fact that his cock was a bit longer. He was about to say something, to stop everything, when Jett began talking.
“Wow, dude, I think you’re sporting eight inches or something.”
“I wouldn’t know,” April mumbled.
“Damn, this feels good.” Jett grabbed both cocks and began rubbing them together, up and down.
“That’s, um --”
April thought he was about to lose his balance when Jett caught him and kissed him. The other hand continued its task. Damn, the pressure, it was awesome, and for his poor dick that had seen no action lately, not even the slight touch of a neglectful hand, it was too much.
Also, Jett’s tongue was in his mouth now, and April didn’t even care about why he was against it. It felt good, right?
He would just worry about that later. Right now ...
Oh, no.
April squirmed and protested and moaned, as he came. Jett interrupted the kiss and looked down. “Wow, so fast.”
April bristled. “I don’t have time to jerk off all day long like you,” he said, his breathing harsh and unforgiving.
The climax had been too short, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue was how to run away so that he could wallow in shame without an audience.
“Do me,” Jett whispered to him.
April put one hand over Jett’s cock, unsure of whether he could do it. He was still trembling a bit. But the thing was pulled away from him.
“Here, some lotion to help you,” Jett joked and wiped his fingers full of April’s cum over his own cock before pushing it again into his hand.
That was odd. And hot, in capital letters. April could only regret he couldn’t get another hard-on so fast. Boldly, he began moving his hand up and down, as he still worked to gain back his breath.
Jett rested his arms over his shoulders and proceeded to kiss him again. This time, he was taking his time, and April realized he was pretty much doomed. Therefore, he should enjoy it while it lasted.
He cocked his head to one side so that he could allow Jett to kiss him deeper, better. In the meantime, he got busy by grabbing Jett by the balls, in the most literal sense of the phrase.
By the satisfied hum coming off Jett, he wasn’t doing a half-bad job. At least, he had some experience with jerking off, and having his hands full with Jett’s manhood, all of it, felt oddly satisfying. It was like his hands couldn’t get enough of it. They moved, rubbed, rolled the balls, pulled and went at it like April’s life depended on that.
Jett withdrew but kept his hands on April’s shoulders. “Fuck, man, your hands are so fucking good. Yeah, like this, fuck, don’t stop. Right there ... Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
That was Jett’s way of issuing a warning. April didn’t stop. He closed his eyes, though. There was only this much he could take; his fantasies had never been this vivid, obviously, and nothing beat reality.
Jett was sexy, fucking hot, handsome, and had an awesome cock that April was squeezing of everything it had right that very moment. There was something wrong with that picture, and April only hoped he could make light of the situation as soon as they were over.
Which was now. He blinked and withdrew, wincing at the viscous liquid on his fingers. “I need like a tissue or something,” he mumbled and scurried away.
Jett was breathing hard, and he blinked at April’s words, but he didn’t say anything and didn’t stop him from running away.
***
Jett was still in a pleasant daze minutes after, but the fact that April didn’t seem to care about coming back was starting to cut through that languid laziness and piss him off a little. April’s hand on his cock had been frigging amazing. And the one on his balls. April was a virgin, but at least he knew what to do with the male equipment when needed.
He had acted on instinct mostly, but Jett admitted to himself that it was more than that. He could just tell himself that it was convenient since they were housemates of sorts, and there was not much he could do to get off. But that wasn’t it. Maya had called him, and a few other girls who were into having a good time as much as he normally was had called, as well, but he had declined each time.
The only person he was in the mood to get freaky with was April Summer. As much as he was a dweeb, he was cute as hell, and he looked so much like Theo that it fucking hurt to look at him. Theo was gone, and who knew if Jett could ever meet him again, so April was the closest thing to his most secret fantasy; that was the only chance at making it happen probably in his entire life.
Jett wouldn’t admit that to April, though. The dweeb had been clear about wanting to save his cute ass for someone special, just like a chick reading way too many romantic books and whatever.
Jett had no business with that. There was this, and there was that, meaning that he couldn’t see himself romancing a dude. Even with girls, he sucked at the romance stuff. He just went at it, and then let the flow take him wherever the fuck it wanted because there was no other way.
He caressed his cock, not yet willing to put it back. April would learn soon that jerking off was part of Jett’s life, and since he was so good at handjobs, he would have to be an enthusiastic participant in that routine.
All right, so he was lying to himself a little. While he had enjoyed being jerked off by April’s smooth hands, he had actually liked it more when he had made April come. So maybe it wasn’t all clear, and he liked to see April’s cock more and feel it, too.
He had never held another dude’s cock in his hand, and that had been much better than expected. Even more, he had liked the feel of April’s cock against his. It was remarkable how different they were. Jett had a mind to ask April to get naked so that he could look at him and explore him all over.
Now those had to be some pretty gay thoughts, right? Jett shrugged. He had never been a bigot. Unlike other straight dudes, he had never felt challenged or threatened, even when some gay dudes had come right at him. Actually, that experience had helped even if he had said no. Because that was that gave him courage when he had proposed April to jerk off together.
Why the hell wasn’t the dweeb coming down? With a displeased wince, Jett put his cock into his jeans and went upstairs. April was just sitting on the floor, next to the door to the bedroom where Jay slept. His arms were wrapped tightly around his knees, and he seemed startled when Jett appeared.
“You don’t have to guard the door, you know?” Jett made an attempt to joke.
April stared at him, a bit confused. “I wasn’t.”
“Then what are you doing here, like this?”
“Just sitting.”
Jett frowned in thought and then he moved to sit by April’s side. “Dude, are you freaked out?”
“Freaked out?” April echoed his words, his voice weak.
“Yeah, about jerking off together,” Jett went straight to the point.
“I’m not.”
“You look like you are.” Jett put one arm around April’s shoulders and sighed. “Look, it was fucking it, do you get it? I’ve never gotten a handjob like that.”
April snorted. “You can’t seriously mean that. Are you buttering me up for something?”
“Yeah. For doing it again.”
April squirmed and looked away. Jett felt sort of bad.
“All right, I thought it could be fun. But we don’t have to do it if you’re this squeamish.”
“Squeamish? Do you think I’m grossed out or something? I can’t be, because you’re hot, and actually --” April swallowed his words. “Don’t you have the feeling that we have this conversation in reverse?”
“Reverse? Like how?” Jett asked.
He liked to keep April close like that. He could feel his warmth, and there was more to that than he cared to admit. April smelled nice, not only because he seemed to be into long showers and washing his hair, but it was because it was just that. Nice.
“Dude, you’re sniffing my hair. Are you secretly a dog?”
“Way to derail the conversation. What do you mean by ‘reverse’?”
“I actually wanted to say … Hey, aren’t you the one supposed to be freaked out? You’re the straight dude, after all.”
“I’m not freaked out,” Jett said matter-of-factly. “I liked what we did. And I like kissing you. It feels good.”
“So you’re not straight-straight?” April questioned, and turned his big eyes toward him.
Jett shrugged. “I’ve only kissed girls before.”
April sighed and buried his head into the crook of his shoulders. From there, his voice came out muffled. “So it’s like I’m a girl to you or something?”
“Nah. Told you. With that cock? And no, before your overactive imagination pushes you to ask me if I’m into chicks with dicks, I’m not, okay?”
April peaked at him from below, half turning his face. “Are you into me?”
Good question. Jett pursed his lips and thought. “You have the best lips,” he pointed out.
“But I’m gay,” April said. “Besides being a dude, which doesn’t seem to bother you.”
“So? I have nothing against gay dudes. They have done nothing to me.”
“Are you going to tell me now that some of your friends are gay?” April asked.
“No.”
“So besides me, you don’t have any gay acquaintances.”
Jett sighed. “I do. My best friend is gay.”
April made a face.
“He is,” Jett insisted.
“How is that possible? You seem all macho and stuff.”
“I thought you said my bun shows how much I’m in touch with my feminine side.”
“I don’t really think that. But how come you’re best friend with a gay guy?”
“It’s not like I chose him from a catalog. He’s just a cool dude.”
“Has he ever had a crush on you?” April questioned further.
Jett looked at April, a bit surprised. “Why do you want to know that?”
April shrugged. “No reason.”
“Yeah, like I’d believe that. But, to satisfy your curiosity, I’m not his type.”
“Really?” April’s eyes grew wide.
Jett smirked. “But I’m yours, right? Come on, dweeb, just relax. I’m not going to jump you, but if you ever want to share a handjob, I’m game.”
April moaned and buried his face again into his arms. “It’s all so simple with you, isn’t it?”
“Why shouldn’t it be?”
April sighed and appeared to relax. “What’s your friend like?”
“What? Do you want to date him or something? I’m not hooking you two up.”
“Why not?” April asked and looked up again.
“Because you’re my house pet, that’s why. I don’t want you running off into the sunset with that guy.”
“Hey, I don’t even know his name, do I? What makes you think I’d do that? And now, look who’s speaking from books.”
“I was making a joke, dweeb. As for what makes me say that it’s simple. You’re just Zane’s type.”
“Zane? His name is Zane? That sounds pretty cool.”
“It doesn’t. It’s just a frigging name,” Jett protested, suddenly annoyed with April’s interest in his best friend.
“How does he look like? Does he come here often?”
Jett stared at April, and then he smiled. April the Fool was not that big a fool, after all. He was pulling his leg like an expert. He ruffled the spiky blond hair. “You’ll meet him. But be warned. The moment he sees you, he’ll try to get into your pants.”
“Like you?” April teased, and flashed a smile at him.
“Hey, I only want a handjob. This dude wants it all, the whole enchilada.”
“Do you mean anal sex?” April leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
“Is this where you suppose the straight dude will make a run for it? You’re a virgin, dweeb. You have nothing on me.”
“It was worth a try,” April said airily.
“Come on, stop sitting here, like you’re oppressed or something. Come make me food.”
“Ah, so that the real oppression can begin,” April replied.
“Move your sweet ass already. And, if Jay starts crying, don’t worry; I’m on duty.”
“Should I count on you?”
“The alternative is to let me cook, and you don’t want us to go there. The kitchen might end up in flames.”
“Well, since it’s all so risky, okay. Leave the cooking to me. Do you need me to show you how to change a diaper?”
“Change a what?”
April laughed and pushed himself up. Then he offered one hand to Jett, taking him by surprise. “Don’t worry. We will figure out everything. And you will learn how to change diapers.”
TBC
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