Page 9 of Jack Frosting

“Something like that,” he said. “But I’m not bringing him”–he blurted–“to…your house.” He half-whispered.

“I doubt he’s even paying attention,” I said, acknowledging his fear that Henry had heard. “And it wasn’t something we discussed, but you can…if you want. You have the back door.”

Jack spit his Coke all over the table, causing Henry to yelp in surprise.

I grabbed what napkins we had and started cleaning up, while Jack recovered from his coughing fit. A result, no doubt, of the fizzy drink exploring his nasal cavities.

Once we had cleaned up and Henry’s eyes were back on the game, I added, “As long as you’re safe.”

Jack’s gaze met mine instantly. “That’s sweet of you to care, but”–he lowered his voice–“I always use protection.”

I laughed. “Good to know, but not what I meant.”

Jack looked confused.

“I simply meant like, don’t let the guy wander around, be drunk, steal shit.”

Jack shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that. Like I said, going elsewhere.”

He was clearly embarrassed and I didn’t want to make it any more awkward than it already was, so I asked him about his clients and the gym and he brightened at the change of subject.

When the food came, Jack asked Henry about hockey and I was able to relax a little bit, though my mind kept wandering back to wonder what kind of guy Jack was looking for on Grindr.

* * *

Henry was at school and Jack left mid-morning for the gym. He said he’d be back around four, which left me the house to myself.

I resisted for as long as I could before heading straight to the playroom.

The hiding spot for the key wasn’t creative. It was above my head, in the drop-down ceiling. My hands were practically shaking as I unlocked the padlock, and while it had been a while, the remote was exactly where I left it.

The big screen on the north wall flickered to life and I logged into the computer nearby to pull up my Bel Ami online account. I had been paying for it the last six months and not used it. Now was the time.

I found a particularly attractive trio of gentlemen with exotic sounding names and clicked play. The big screen immediately displayed the non-descript bedroom where one of those young men pretended to read a book.

I stripped off my clothes and grabbed the lube and my Fleshjack from the cabinet by the door. The rest of the room was for two people. Being alone, I could only use so much of the equipment. Most of it had been special order, including the leather seat my ass was filling at the moment, and for a while it had been worth it. But over time, Jill had found less and less about the room to interest her.

In college, we had fooled around with a lot of people as a couple, both men and women. Once we were married, a third became less and less common. Thus, the big screen and the porn. Eventually, I was the only one using it, and she was using the chiropractor.

I pulled the milking machine over while Dolph or Andreas or whomever had started sucking the book reader's huge cock, and secured the Fleshjack into it. After pumping a copious amount of lube into the silicone-encased opening, I eased my hard dick into the waiting cylinder.

The European twink had both hands full of dick by the time I was ready to turn on the milker. I wanted this to last, so I picked a lower speed and relaxed. Watching the on-screen action-

Fuck!

I had never been with two guys, or even one alone. She had always been there. What I would do to another man’s body. What I’d want him to do to me.

Oh shit!

I was cumming. I rode out the high, letting the machine milk all of my load out. I couldn’t even remember how long it had been. Pulling out, I leaned back and watched the uncut studs continue to ravish the overwhelmed twink, giving it to him from both ends now.

“Suck it. Oh yeah!”

I woke up to the sounds of filth and the grinding of the milker. I stood up, walking over to my clothes on the floor, and pulled my phone out.

Whew.

It was three. I had plenty of time to clean up and get ready.