God, he hated leaving Blue, but he had to. He didn't want settle down. There were hundreds of reasons why Jack should leave Blue and Sheridan, Wyoming. God, why did Blue tear him up this way? Staying in one place made him antsy; he likened himself to a rolling stone that gathered no moss.
Nevertheless, Jack kissed Blue's bearded chin, neck and throat, while unbuttoning his shirt saying, "Now see what you've done? You've got me hot and bothered as Hades."
"Same here, babe." Blue re-claimed his mouth, more passionately this time. The rough bulge at the apex of his Levi's rubbed his cock under his sweat pants.
Jack recalled the feel of Blue's beard on his balls and his teeth dragging down his hard cock. He needed that and more. If he wanted that now he couldn't tell him the news.
Blue slipped his hands around Jack. Through the material of Jack's sweats, Blue cupped his round, firm moons and held him to his clothed cock.
Jack's own shaft began to throb with anticipation; an involuntary moan left his lips as Blue's hand went under the waist band of his sweat pants, grasped his cock and balls and gently squeezed, pushing him beyond the point of no return. Jack thrust his hips forward, urging Blue on.
"This way, babe," said Blue like he had said many times before.
In their decision to take it down the hall to the bedroom, they haphazardly got out of their clothes along the way littering the hallway and the bedroom floor. They continued undressing until they stood beside the bed, face to face, naked, in broad daylight.
Blue's cock drooled pre-cum while Jack licked and nipped his nipples. For a while, Jack purposefully avoided touching Blue's hard-veined dick.
So Jack knelt below and licked the head of his buddy's cock, twirling his tongue around its rim, driving Blue crazy with pleasure. |
